"Papa," says Noah, as he lies next to his father in preparation for sleep.
"Hmmm?" Mr. Banks sounds like he's already beginning to drift off, which makes Noah hesitant to ask his question. But he's been wondering about it for a while now, and his curiosity has finally overcome him.
"How come you always stick your thingy-"
"Cock, Noah. I told you, if you're going to talk about it, you should call it by its real name."
Noah squirms a little in his father's arms; as usual, his father has him pulled up against his chest, fitting nicely against him, except for...
"Well then, how come you always push your cock up against my butt like that? It's kind of weird."
Noah's father pulls his son closer, curling his larger body around the small boy. Noah feels warm and safe like this, enveloped by the radiating heat of his father's body, and it makes him happy. It's not like he really minds his father's cock pushing at him, it's just that it's really big, and sometimes it pushes really hard.
"Well Noah," says his father, his voice heavy with sleep, "It's because some day, maybe even some day soon, I'm going to fuck you."
"Fuck?" says Noah. "What's that?"
His father's arms give him a little squeeze. "Well, it's how two men show that they love each other. I'll show you how much I love you by sticking my cock into your anus, and you'll show me how much you love me by taking it all the way up inside your ass."
Noah frowns and squirms a little. That doesn't sound too fun. "That's weird," he says.
"It's a sign of love," his father assures him. "And when you're big enough that we can do it without hurting you, I'll show you."
Noah feels strangely left out. He hates being too young to do things. Everyone's always telling him he's too little to do things. "But I can do it," he mutters. "I wanna show Papa how much I love you. I can do it."
He can hear his father chuckle, and a large, warm hand comes down to unfasten the bottom flap of his pajamas. When the soft fabric falls open, he feels the head of his father's th- cock push up against his butt cheeks, as it has been a lot recently, and press the tip right between his cheeks, against his hole. It doesn't go in, just sits there. Occasionally it nudges forward slightly, and then subsides. Noah has seen it before, and he knows how big it is. It doesn't seem like something that big could ever fit inside him. But if Papa says so, then Noah trusts him.
"Your ass needs a lot of training first, Noah," his father says. "If I just put it in now, it'd hurt you a lot. We have to work up to it gradually. I was going to wait to start your training until later, when I thought you were really ready for it, but if you really want to now..."
Noah's excitement builds. "Yeah?" he squeaks. "I'm ready! I'm totally ready!"
Again he hears his father's warm chuckle, and it makes him happy inside. "Well then," says his father, "why don't you turn over and face me."
Noah does as he's told, and feels his father's hand on his face. Two of his father's fingers caress his cheek lightly, and then slip into his mouth. Noah is confused, and looks up at his father. Mr. Banks smiles. "Suck on my fingers. Run your tongue over them and try to get them as wet and covered in spit as you can."
Noah does as he's told, wondering what this has to do with anything else. He slathers his tongue around the fingers, coating them as best he can with his saliva. Finally, Mr. Banks draws his fingers out of his son's mouth, and moves his hand to Noah's bottom.
"I'm going to put my fingers in you now," Noah's father tells him, "so you can see what it feels like to have something stuck up your butt. While I'm doing this, you need to suck on my cock. Just lick it all over like you would a lollipop or a popsicle. Try to put as much in your mouth at once as you can, but also try to make sure your teeth never touch any part of it, okay?"
"Okay," says Noah, and barely has time to finish that thought before his father shoves Noah's head down onto his cock. It smells thick and musky, and Noah almost gags, but he recovers quickly, sinking the head into his mouth as he feels his father's fingers begin to probe around his ass. They push against his anus in the same way that the head of his father's cock did earlier, but because they're wet, they can slide quite a bit further, and tentatively begin to press inside.
It feels really weird, and Noah can see why Papa said he might have to get used to it. He bears with it as the fingers push deeper and deeper into him, until he can feel the knuckles of the other fingers digging into his butt as the two inside him are pushed as deep as they can go.
Trying not to let himself be distracted, Noah concentrates as best he can on licking his Papa's cock. He puts the end of it into his mouth, trying not to let his teeth touch it, and slurps at it with his tongue. "That's a good boy, Noah," his father encourages, and Noah lets out a happy little sigh around the fleshy mouthful.
Noah lets the top part out of his mouth and starts to lick the sides of his Papa's cock, like he would with a popsicle. As he does so, he feels the fingers in his butt start to move, pushing in and out with a gentle rocking motion. Noah whimpers a little bit, but keeps licking his father's cock, determined to do a good job.
After a few minutes, Noah's father begins to give him quiet instructions. "Use your tongue on the tip," he'll say, or "hold the balls in your hands," or "push it down your throat as deep as you can." That one makes him choke and gag. But Noah's father is patient, and the fingers continue to rock steadily inside him, in and out, in and out, until Noah starts to get used to their presence. He follows his father's instructions as closely as he can, and is rewarded with the occasional, "Good, good boy Noah," or "That's right, just like that."
Suddenly, his father's fingers clench in his hair. "Noah," he says in a tight voice, "I'm going to come soon. That means that my cum is going to shoot out from my cock. Most of the time I'll want you to swallow it. Usually you swallow cum if it gets shot into your mouth, but this time I'm going to come on your face, okay? You need to close your eyes, or it'll sting."
"Okay," Noah tries to say, but with his father's cock in his mouth it sounds more like, "Mh-hn." His father's hand tightens in his hair, and Noah is surprised as his father begins frantically thrusting into his mouth, yanking Noah's head down onto his cock and then pulling it back just as quickly. The head hits the back of Noah's throat a couple of times and Noah gags, but his father does not stop, just keeps ramming his cock forward, shoving it as deep into Noah's mouth as he can. The fingers are moving faster now too, jabbing into him harshly, as though trying to punish him for something. Finally they plunge in deep, as deep as they can go, and Noah's head is yanked sharply off his father's cock. Noah clenches his eyes shut as spurts of warm, gooey liquid hit him in the face between his eyes and over his nose and cheeks. There seems to be a lot of it, and so Noah waits with his eyes clothes as blast after blast coats his skin, until finally there is a long enough pause that he deems it safe to look.
He opens his eyes to find his father beaming down at him, which makes Noah flustered with joy. He grins back up at his Papa, who grabs a tissue from the bedside table and uses it to gently wipe off Noah's face. "Eventually," his father says, "I'll come with my cock deep in your ass. And then your insides will swallow it all up. That will really be the true sign that we love each other."
"Can we do it soon?" Noah asks breathlessly. "I want Papa to love me and fuck me in the ass!"
His father's warm laugh sends sensual shivers down Noah's body, raising goosebumps on his pale flesh. "Well," the man says, "If you really want to do it soon, I'm sure I can think of a proper training regimen. We'll have to get some toys for you to wear around during the day, but I don't see why we can't start getting you ready tomorrow if you really want to."
"Yay!" says Noah. "Really? I want to, I want to!"
Noah's father smiles and pets his hair. "Whatever you say, my boy."