Jonathan was going to hell. He was going to hell and he knew it. The other option simply wasn't available for people like him. He lay awake in bed next to his slumbering wife after putting her to sleep with a passionate love making that had lasted for at least an hour. He lay there next her in complete shame, thinking about why he'd easily performed so long.

Because he'd already had two orgasms earlier that day. He'd let his son suck him when they'd woken up in the tent that morning and he pulled over beside the road on the drive back and let him do it again. The third time, Jonathan had gotten Clark to bob his head while he sucked… The man had came in less than twenty seconds.

Jonathan was going to hell. He had planned the insidious camping trip with his cruel intentions in mind. He'd orchestrated the entire outing to get his son alone and allow the boy to please him orally. A part of him still couldn't believe he'd gone through with it. When the devilish plan had occurred to him a week ago he'd been revolted by it. Yet he had still done it. And he had enjoyed it. What kind of father did that make him? What kind of man? It didn't matter that his son had consented. He didn't know what he was consenting to.

What Jonathan had done was a crime. If the wrong person found out about it, he would be registered as a pedophile for the rest of his life. He would lose his son, his wife, possibly his home, his farm… His entire life could fall apart. And what made the deplorable situation even worse… none of those terrible thoughts, none of his conflicted emotions eradicated the desperate desire to let his son to do it again.

And Jonathan did.

Later that evening, while Martha ran a load of produce over to a local grocer, he'd settled in on the sofa with his son between his legs and indulged in the pleasure of the boy's mouth on him once again.

"Mngh… yes, son…" Clark was such a quick study. He'd wrapped his lips around his teeth and bobbed on Jonathan, without be being prompted. He sucked like his young life depended on it. "Good boy, Clark…"

For a second, Jonathan simply watched with hooded eyes as his son gulped a third of the dick down over and over again. Then the man's head fell back on the sofa, deep guttural moans escaping him. Clark had gotten so good so quickly. The boy was a natural. With the pleasure impairing his judgment, Jonathan forgot why it had taken him so long to let the boy do it. He'd had Clark in his life since the child was three. Jonathan could've had a sweet mouth sucking his come out of him the entire time. Before he knew he was doing it, he had lifted his hips and pumped up into Clark's mouth a few times… and the boy gagged. He instinctively popped off of Jonathan, gasping.

"I—I'm sorry, Daddy," Clark stammered, the confusion clear on his face. "You kind of poked at something and… I don't know what happened."

"It's okay son," Jonathan responded fondly, wiping a bit of slob from the corner of the boy's mouth. "That was your gag reflex. Everybody has one. Remember when I said we'd work on going deeper?" Clark nodded, his eyebrows still almost touching each other. "Let's give it try. Okay?" The boy nodded again. "Alright, son. Relax your mouth, your jaw… relax everything and go as deep as you can. Try to swallow it."

Jonathan watched in amazement, moaning as one third of his thick cock slowly turned into a half before his son gagged again and retracted, a snail trail of slob connecting his mouth to the tip of the shiny dick. Jonathan affectionately wiped it away from his mouth again.

"Breathe… That was really good son," he praised, making the boy smile. "Halfway is enough." Jonathan didn't want to hurt him. "Now suck it again for Daddy. And take half of it every time you go down."

Clark complied, sucking down half of Jonathan's dick over and over and—

"Oh my God, son…" Jonathan clawed at the cushions of the couch. He had his own personal little cocksucker, who was getting better and better all the time. He forced himself to simply to sit there and not fuck into the boy's mouth. "Clark Daddy's getting close… You ready for your reward?" The boy moaned his approvals around Jonathan's cock, and the vibrations surprisingly sent waves of pleasure straight to his tip, making the man tremble. "Fuck, do that again, son. Moan around Daddy's dick. Mmmngh fuck, yes… Stand up, Clark," Jonathan said abruptly.

"Hmmm?" the boy moaned around his cock.

"Stand up for Daddy," Jonathan smiled. "I'm gonna give you your reward." That confused expression returned to his little face again, but he released the stiff cock from his mouth and climbed to his feet all the same. Jonathan stood directly in front of the boy, his cock in his son's face. He looked down into Clark's eyes, watching his son gaze back up at him quizzically while he used the spit on his dick to pump himself until—

"Fuck!"

Clark flinched, emitting a little startled sound when the come splattered across his face, but he stood there and accepted it nonetheless, as bits of it flew into his mouth, his hair, and his eyes. Jonathan moaned and hissed while he pumped it out of himself, with Clark standing there obediently the entire time.

"Oh fuck… you're such a good boy. I love you, son." Jonathan smiled at the child's come filled face as he climbed down from his heavy orgasm. And Clark smiled back at those words, swallowing the bits of semen that had gotten into his mouth.

"I love you too, Daddy."

Despite the content and fond smile plastered across his face, the words horrible father flashed across Jonathan's mine like neon lights. "Come on, son. Let's go clean you up." He tucked himself back into his pants, fervently ignoring those two words. He took the young boy by the hand and they strolled into the kitchen where Jonathan knelt before his son, wiping the come away with paper towels.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah, son?"

"What's fuck?"

Jonathan chuckled. He deserved that and he knew it. A small part of him felt the need to scold his son. But after everything he'd put the boy through, the least he could do was give him some answers. "This is something else that stays between us, okay?" he said firmly, wiping the last bits of his come from the boy's face.

Clark nodded ardently. "Yes, sir."

"Fuck is a word that grownups use," he explained, looking into his son's eyes. "It's the name of the other thing you saw Mommy and I doing that night."

"You mean when you put your penis inside of her?"

Jonathan fought the flush that wanted to creep into his face. "Yes, that's right son."

"So you and Mommy were fucking?"

Jonathan couldn't fight the flush that time. "The proper word is sex. Mommy and I were having sex."

Clark nodded at that, letting it sink in and then fired his next question. "Dick is a grownup word too, isn't it? It's the word grownups use for penis, because you said, 'Moan around Daddy's dick.' "

Children caught everything. "Yes. You're a really smart boy, son." Clark was on a roll. He was finally getting answers and he let the questions fly.

"How many grownup words are there?"

"A lot," Jonathan answered. "We'll go over them some other time." Because reciting a list of derogatory words with his son was just… no.

"Why do you keep having me suck you? I don't mind doing it, but... what's the point?"

"Because it feels really good," Jonathan answered. He figured that he would have to find a point to stop Clark or the interrogation could go on for a while.

"But if it feels good, why do you always look and sound like you're in pain?" The tone of the boy's voice seemed to hold all of the confusion that question had been giving him.

"Because… because..." But Jonathan found himself at a pause. He honestly didn't know. What was it about sex that made people squirm? He took a moment to find the right words. "Sometimes… things feel so nice... they make you…" But he found himself stuck again. He sighed in defeat. "It doesn't make any sense, but sometimes things feel so good they look like they hurt. Daddy doesn't know why."

Clark frowned so deeply his brows looked like one line. "But you know everything." The look on his son's face, the fact that he actually believed that statement, made Jonathan's day. He couldn't have fought the chuckle that escaped even if he'd wanted to.

"It may seem like I do," he responded smiling warmly. "But I promise you, I don't."

Clark paused again, and Jonathan was about to take that opportunity to offer him a sweet, the subject changer that worked every time when—

"Can you show me?" Clark asked.

Jonathan blank a few times. "Come again?" Was his son asking him to suck his dick?

"If you suck me, I'll know what it feels like and I'll understand." He said it as if there was a long list of solutions and his was simplest.

Yes. His son was asking to get his dick sucked. Well wasn't that a turn of events? Jonathan couldn't do that. The boy was so young. He was only just tall enough to stand in front of the toilet. Would it even feel the same for him? He knew that the boy couldn't ejaculate, but… could he still orgasm?

"I'm sorry Clark, but Daddy can't do that."

"Why?" The boy was so obviously confused. Jonathan sighed again and searched for the proper words to explain that a man just couldn't touch a little boy like that. This is where he should've put his foot down and put a stop to the madness he'd ensued. But he didn't. Instead, he sighed in defeat.

"Okay, son. Take your pants off."

Clark beamed in excitement and kicked his little shoes to the side. A part of Jonathan couldn't believe what he'd just agreed to as he watch the boy chipperly shimmy out of his jeans and kick them to the side as well. Then his son smiled up at him, naked from the waste down, practically trembling in anticipation. And Jonathan simply had to smile back. He lifted the ecstatic boy up an sat his bare ass on the counter, where the boy still had to look up at him.

"Okay son. This might feel a little funny at first," he warned him, reaching down to fondle the bottom of the little cock with his index finger. Clark nodded and Jonathan could see his son's little eye already twitching from the foreign sensation. Then he watched relatively fascinated as the little penis slowly grew to a size Jonathan could compare to a baby carrot.

Clark look down at himself, gasping in amazement. "Wow…" he sighed. "I'm stiff like you get Daddy."

Jonathan smiled at him in amusement. Then, to make things easier on himself, he picked the boy up and sat his son on his shoulders, making the tiny legs part around his neck, with each little foot resting against his back and leaving his face in a very lascivious position between his son's legs. Then, holding the lightweight boy in place by the bottom of his backside, and with complete awareness of what he was doing, Jonathan engulfed the entirety of the little cock into his mouth.

Clark gasped as if he'd been stabbed with a redhot pitchfork. "Oh God! Daddy!" Slim arms and legs immediately wrapped around Jonathan's head and he was positive that Clark didn't realize he was doing it, but the boy instantly fucked into the man's mouth. Jonathan was standing in middle of his kitchen, letting his young son fuck his mouth. What was he doing?

The boy's high pitched moans didn't last long. He pumped and pumped until he was screaming and trembling and even though it was dry as the sahara, there was no doubt in Jonathan's mind when it happened. He was certain that he had just sucked his son to a climax. Clark relaxed in the man's hands, panting and trembling. Then Jonathan gently sat him back on the kitchen counter where the boy beamed up at him, breathing like he'd just run a marathon, his little face as scarlet as a tomato.

"Oh my God, Daddy... When can we do that again?"