Profanation of Joy

Story

You can stop it now, Constant told himself. You can pass this as a joke. It isn't too late yet. 

However, what he should have said died upon seeing Florian's bright eyes and pink lips, which he dreamed about too many times, with his pretty lips around him. 

He spread his leg further for more space. 

"Do you know what to do?" He asked, pulling his cargo pants and underwear down and guiding his son to come closer.

He told himself that he would stop it if his son retreated. He didn't quite believe himself. 

Florian nodded and knelt on the thick carpet. His lips touched him shyly, which felt better than his dream. 

"Bring it into your mouth. Yes, it's good."

Florian put his mouth on Constant clumsily and softly. Constant murmured constant encouragement, while suppressing his instinct to push further into Florian and risk hurting Florian's throat. 

His shy tongue licked around Constant, which reminded him of the moments when Florian ate lollipops as a child. This comparison should have dampened his desire, but instead he hardened further, proving what kind of pervert he was. 

Florian was getting bolder, which ignited the arousal within Constant. He barely had time pulling himself away and warned Florian to close his eyes before his climax. 

Some of his come splashed on Florian's face. Constant lingered on his mark before wiping it off his son with his fingers and pulling his clothing back with his free hand. 

"Do I do this right, Dad?" Florian looked up from between Constant's knees. His trusting eyes silently condemned Constant, but his swollen lips tempted Constant further. 

"You do it very well. You're a good boy," Constant said.

 When his fingers arrived at Florian's lips, Florian licked them clean, which would have stirred Constant for round two if he were younger. 

Stop it, he thought while pulling Florian to his lap. His knees must be sore now from the kneeling. 

This didn't stop you from shoving your cock into your son's mouth. 

Shut up! 

Constant rubbed Florian's hair, feeling how his son relaxed against him, the undeserving monster. His throat was filled with bile. 

"Let's have some water," Constant said after releasing him and poured a cup of water.

Florian drank it rapidly and leaned into him "Can we go to the new ice cream shop?" 

"Of course, you can have whatever you want." Constant patted his back and started to worry. What if someone else took advantage of his innocence?

"Remember if anyone else wants you to do this, run away and tell me. No one else should touch you." 

"I won't let anyone else touch me."

"Good boy," Constant said, keenly aware of his hypocrisy yet darkly proud of Florian's conviction. 

My son, mine. 

He pulled his son into a hug and rested his chin on his head, feeling how pliant his son was. 

Later when Constant brought rocky road flavoured ice cream for Florian at the shop, he was determined that this would be the last time he abused his son's trust. 

When Florian cheered and licked the ice cream around his spoon, Constant feared that it was a losing battle against his desire.