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Story by Custos
(Original posting 22 September 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)
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This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.
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Standalone: The Tenderness and Support of a Loving Father
“… With happy hearts, they promised to meet again at the old oak tree, where every adventure begins! Yesterday, they were firemen. Today, they had been fearsome pirates! And tomorrow… tomorrow will be a great adventure anew! Sweet dreams, little ones. The end.”
The light in the young boy’s bedroom is soft and warm, originating from a single diffusing lamp on the cabinet in the reading corner. A large comfortable chair sits next to it, with papa lion reading the story to his son who is sitting on his lap. As Malin lingers on the last page, the book rests spread open on little five-year-old Keith’s thighs. The young lion cub is wearing cute pyjamas with a motif of his favourite cartoon elephant, Mr. Trunks. The jolly large giant appears on his own tv show, live performances, books, merchandise, cartoons, and much more, teaching little kids about the traditional things like colours, numbers, abcs, and sexual education. Malin’s brow furrows a little as he holds his son, who has been uncharacteristically quiet since he came home from his sleepover and playdate with one of his friends earlier that day.
Both lions are overall a dark brownish grey in fur colour, with papa having an enormous wild mane of silvery wavy hair with a slight curl in it. His eyes are golden as the sun, and his body is fit and toned due to his laborious job as well as his tendency to visit the YMCA. Keith is too young for a full mane, but has an adorable tuft of the same silvery white hair his dad has, naturally shaped like a puffy mohawk. The child’s boyish body is still delightfully chubby with baby fat, soft and cuddly in all the right places. Perfect for long loving hugs.
Malin lays the book down onto his son’s legs, still splayed open on the last page where all of the cartoon cub characters are waving goodbye to the reader together with Mr. Trunks. They are varied in species and body size, ranging from skinny to chunky, short to tall, some with glasses, and even one kid in a wheelchair. All naked from the waist down as they’re only wearing t-shirts or sweaters, displaying once again that genitals come in all forms, shapes, and sizes, and that there is nothing wrong with being different and unique.
Normally, being a very energetic preschooler, Keith would be fumbling with his willy all throughout the day and story time. Either through the fabric of his pyjama pants or out in the open with the garment pulled down underneath his cute little balls for his convenience. It doesn’t bother Malin or his wife. A growing boy will explore and find a healthy interest in his own body and those of others. Having been taught early about consent before touch, the boy is considered very polite among its peers by the adults that surround him, always the little gentleman and nicely asking permission for anything that has to do with willies or cunnies. But today, the boy had arrived home with shorts on and Keith had barely touched his willy at all, even foregoing asking his mommy and daddy for extra special hugs and cuddles. Something felt off to the young father.
The adult lion leans into his son’s peripheral vision and smiles, with Keith glancing sideways at his daddy but then casting his eyes down at his hands as he fumbles with them. Malin’s large warm fatherly hand slides over his son’s tummy and gently squeezes through the fabric of the pyjamas encouragingly, he himself sitting in the chair with just his boxers on.
“What’s the matter, sport? Didn’t have fun at Marika’s house?”
Keith is clearly struggling with emotions, one moment looking sad, the other angry. Malin gently lays back and down into the comfortable chair, drawing up his son a little with him as he turns Keith onto his side, resting the five-year-old boy’s cheeks onto his firm bare pectoral. The young father’s warm hands start rubbing and massaging all over his cub’s tummy and chest, gently sliding underneath the fabric of the pyjama top as he makes direct contact to the preschooler’s body: “You know you can tell me or mommy anything, sport. Did something happen at Marika’s house? Something bad?”
The preschooler rests his head against his dad’s pec and sniffles a little, rolling up into a little ball in his father’s embrace: “I was scared sleeping alone in a room at Marika’s house, daddy. Her daddy said we couldn’t sleep together in her bed.”
Malin frowns a little. Normally there is no problem for little kids to sleep together at any of the homes of his son’s friends. But it had been the first time going to Marika, and he hadn’t known her parents would be so strict.
“Oh. That’s not very nice. Did her daddy say why?”
The cute little boy nods his head, and to Malin’s relief one of his son’s tiny hands darts down to fumble with his own penis through the pyjamas, the back of the boy’s hands absentmindedly rubbing against the bulge in his father’s boxers in the process.
- “Her daddy didn’t like me touching Marika’s pee pee. And she was touching mine. But we asked each other, daddy! We did, really!”
Malin smiles and draws his son a little tighter in their embrace: “It’s good that you asked, son. You’re a good boy!”
Keith smiles but once again falls silent. The young lion father continues to gently pressure his son for more details: “So you were a little scared sleeping alone at Marika’s house. Is that all that happened?”
Keith tries to avoid his daddy’s gaze, looking anywhere else. His small hands stop fumbling with his little willy through the pyjama pants and instead start wringing around beneath the fuzzy white tip on his tail: “Uhm. I got up at night. And I wanted a cuddle because I was scared. And Marika’s daddy didn’t like that.”
The young lion father looks at his son but instinctively knows there’s more to the story: “… and?”
The slightly chubby lion cub blushes a little in embarrassment, wringing his tail still which looks like it hurt.
- “”I… I asked if I could have some daddy milk. To no longer be scared. Marika’s daddy really didn’t like that. He said daddy milk is for very little kids. And that I’m too big to have any.”
Malin nods encouragingly, continuing to gently caress his son’s tummy and back as he cuddles the most precious boy in his life as Keith was slightly sniffling in his embrace. Trying to make him feel better and offer some fatherly guidance in the process.
“Well, most mommies and daddies stop nursing their kids around three, son. Marika’s daddy can say ‘no’ if he doesn’t want to. Mommy and I stopped doing it when you were around three years old as well. And keep it for a special treat now and then to keep it just that; special! You wouldn’t want to celebrate your birthday every day, would you? The gifts, the cake, the games we play, they wouldn’t feel special at all anymore. Do you understand, sport?”
Keith nods but sobs a little as he buries his face in his daddy’s firm chest, nuzzling the solid pillows as he sniffles: “I know, daddy. I was just scared. I wanted to ask you but only Marika’s daddy was there.”
The essence of the matter has surfaced. Keith had felt embarrassed and shamed by Marika’s daddy for his rejection of the boy’s requests, as well as for what he considers inappropriate play between Keith and his daughter. The boy had covered himself up with shorts, and hadn’t touched his willy because of the negative association now. Malin’s heart was bleeding for his boy, who had only sought play and comfort like so many kids his age do. But for some reason the father of his friend had taken offence. Time to make things right. And to scratch Marika’s house from the list of future playdates.
Malin’s warm fuzzy muzzle leans down to place soft little kisses all over Keith’s mop of hair and face, the boy turning away but each time he did, his daddy would chase the cub’s face to the other side and continue smooching away. The preschooler was protesting softly, but his father had seen the smile grow on the boy’s lips. Without even knowing why, his son was now too rejecting his father’s tokens of affection because of the lingering shame his playdate left him. But at the same time, the boy was relishing the fact that he didn’t have to ask for those soft warm daddy kisses. His daddy was giving them all on his own! Because he loves his son and would do anything for him.
Gently, the young lion father’s dark furred hand slides down his son’s equally inky stomach. Lovingly and playfully tugging at the rim of his son’s pyjama pants. Keith likes to wear them because they depict the cartoon elephant he likes so much, and because they’re nice and warm. And also because they’re very stretchy and are easily hooked down underneath his little balls if he wanted to fumble with his willy a little.
Keith squirms a little and pushes his daddy’s hand away: “Daddy, nooo! Marika’s daddy said that’s bad!”
Malin respects his son’s wishes and doesn’t force his hand further down, instead opting for the playful approach as he starts to tickle around the cub’s chubby stomach, which sends Keith into squeals of delight.
“Oh? And what about Micky’s daddy? Messy’s daddy? Raddy’s daddy? Did they say it was bad when you got scared the first sleepovers you went to their houses? No, they didn’t. They were nice and gave you cuddles and milk if you asked nicely, right? You could sleep right in their beds with your friends, no?”
The five-year-old was still for a moment, both small paws now holding his father’s big hand as the warm palm was gently caressing Keith’s tummy. There was just a meek little ‘no’ as a response. Malin smiles: “Well, then. Just because one daddy is a sourpuss doesn’t mean we all are, eh? Sometimes you’ll get a ‘no’ when you want a ‘yes’. That’s how it goes. And you know what we do? We just keep going back to the houses of friends with fun daddies and mommies who like the same things we do. And they will welcome us with open arms!”
Malin tries his best to keep the explanation age appropriate for his son so that the boy would more easily understand. Keith is mulling things over in his head as he’s still holding his daddy’s large paw on his tummy, softly purring and clearly enjoying the intimate loving fatherly touch.
The young cub then turns his head up at his strong kind daddy with uncertainty written all over his face, eyes still a little red from fighting the tears and his body language speaking volumes of uncertainty. Softly, the boy starts tugging at his daddy’s hands, gently steering it downwards to the rim of his stretchy pyjama pants again. He still looks so vulnerable and confused, but holds eye contact with his gentle father as the adult male’s finger tips brush against the edge of the adorable pyjama pants.
- “Ah. Daddy. Do you… do you think it’s bad?”
The handsome young lion father shakes his head no, his mane flowing back and forth almost like a wave which mesmerises his precious little boy: “Nope. Not at all, sport. Just need to find nice people to do it with. Ask for permission. And remember that there is a right time and place for asking such things.”
Keith is breathing deeply, the boy’s legs already twitching and lightly drawing up to grind against each other as the pleasant tingles of this intimate moment with his daddy start prickling his senses again. Tickling his loins and making him wriggle on his daddy’s lap with anticipation. His small fists paw at his daddy’s warm large hand, the five-year-old boy now practically dry humping the air in slow erotic thrusts of his adorable stiffy starts tenting out the cute pyjama bottoms.
- “Ah, daddy. Do you… do you want to touch my weenie? Please?”
Malin’s heart nearly bursts with the sensation of overwhelming love and admiration for young son. So adorable. So vulnerable. So polite and precious. No dad loving his child as much as he does would ever refuse such a sweet and delicate request from a boy seeking the affirmation and affection of his father.
Still clutched by his son’s small paws, Malin’s strong warm daddy hand gently slips underneath the waistband of the shaking little boy’s pyjama bottoms and gently brushes against the soft skin of the firm little nail hidden within. The young father leans down and places a series of soft kisses on top and around Keith’s face and hair again, the purring in the boy’s chest intensifying as the deep rumbling of his father’s bosom resonates and harmonises with his son’s. A tear rolls down Keith’s cheek, but the smile on his muzzle couldn’t be bigger. The five-year-old nuzzles into his daddy’s neck and mane while still holding his father’s big hand firmly, as if afraid Malin would change his mind and stop. The boy needn’t have worried, for his daddy has nothing on his mind but making his son feel like the most special little boy on earth. For to him and his wife, Keith absolutely is.
Keith’s slender tail curls around his daddy’s thick toned leg just above the knee, purring wildly and bucking uncontrollably into his father’s palm as the adult finger gently take hold of the stiff little fleshy nail and start ever so delicately to pull the boy’s skin back and forth along its small length. The cute little snout of Keith’s foreskin opens up to reveal a tiny rosy pink mushroom tip on each downwards stretch, shiny like a freshly plucked cherry. The precious little lion cub moans out into his father’s chest, his hips bucking uncontrollably as Malin softly raises his son up over his body, repositioning Keith to lay on his daddy’s chest with his back.
Nuzzling his daddy’s neck and mane with his face still, the boy playfully wiggles around as Malin lowers Keith’s pyjama pants until around the cub’s knees, exposing his very stiff and cute little willy to the open air in the room. The bulge in Malin’s boxers is big and throbbing, offering the five-year-old lion boy a seat to brace against as it were, the hefty package pulsing as it becomes nestled between Keith’s thighs. The cub’s cute little balls coming to rest on top of it as the preschooler giggles with each throb his daddy’s penis makes, which in turn makes the boy’s entire body slide up and down a fraction of an inch each time.
Able to reach the tiny penis of his son with both hands now, the fingers of Malin’s left hand continue to gently stroke the tiny stiffy up and down, exposing the lovely little tip and hiding it once again inside the cute little snout of Keith’s foreskin. Then, the adult lion male’s right hand encroaches and places the flat of his strong index finger right on top of the little snout, gently swirling circles around the tiny mushroom helmet each time it is revealed. The father lovingly massages the tip of his son’s five-year-old penis in slow circular motions, driving the boy’s childish body wild in the overwhelming throes of adult love and affection.
Keith is whining pitifully by now, both arms clutched tightly around his father’s muscular forearm as he pushes and gyrates his hips up into Malin’s unrelenting and powerful loving masturbation of his five-year-old son: “Ah! Hah. D-daddy. It tingles so much. Ngh. I love you, daddy!”
Malin nuzzles his little boy’s mop of hair affectionately, the motions of his arms rocking Keith’s body up and down onto his nearly naked form. The thin layer of his boxers doing nothing to hide his own raging fatherly erection, which grinds up into his precious son’s tiny balls and taint, even sliding into the cleft towards the boy’s anus occasionally. The adult man’s heart is racing, butterflies fluttering in his stomach as he has no doubt the same is happening to his young boy. Only with an even higher intensity, for childish innocence magnifies the pleasure of these games between parent and child even more.
“I love you too, son. More than you could ever think. You’re the world to daddy! You’re my oh so special lovely little boy!”
Keith has his head thrown back into his neck, nearly looking like he’s got neck cramps as his whole body is tensing and stiffening up in the young boy’s impending preschooler dry orgasm. Only the most unintelligible squirmy sounds manage to escape the cub’s throat, his teary golden eyes looking up into his daddy’s as if pleading. Begging for more. For even more love. For all the love and physical affection the handsome virile father can bestow upon his young boy.
Malin leans down, chuckling with a smile as the five-year-old’s muzzle already opens in anticipation, darting out his tiny pink little tongue hungrily. Keith had been starved for affection since the playdate, confused and disoriented by a man who didn’t understand the boy’s needs nor loved him enough to give it to him. Something Malin is busy rectifying with as much passion as the little boy’s mind and body could handle.
The adult’s broad long lion tongue curls out from his muzzle, gently bumping into his young son’s as the first exchange of flavour hits each other’s taste buds. The sweet taste of innocence mixing with the raw masculine love of a handsome virile specimen of a man. A father loving his son in any way he can conceive of.
The tongues, big and small, but equally raspy textures on top dance around each other in swirling motion as Malin and Keith’s lips are drawn closer until their lips lock in a preciously incestuous kiss. The five-year-old boy moans and lets out a sob, another tear rolling down his cheek as his father’s doting massage on his tiny erect penis had never wavered for even a second, continuing to overwhelm his incredibly young son’s body with adult sensations and pleasures. Their eyes close as they lock their muzzles together, Malin’s thick manly tongue sliding deeply inside his son’s throat and explore his virginal boyish freshness as Keith moans and sobs are muffled by it.
Malin can sense it. His son is close to the edge. And he’d be damned if he wasn’t too, his manly fatherly cock still restrained by his boxers but gushing out thick dollops of precum, soaking the fabric of the underwear as well as coat Keith’s cute little balls in a shiny layer of the clear incestuous goop. The young lion father withdraws the flat of his index finger from torturing the sensitive tiny cherry mushroom helmet of his son’s penis, continuing to gently masturbate his precious boy as he brings the freed-up hand between the boy’s chubby boyish cheeks.
The manly and powerful father coats his free index finger in his own seeping precum before gently pressing it against the rim of his son’s sensitive virginal anus. Ass play is a rare treat, simply because Keith is too young to handle too much of it, but his eyes would light up like stars each time his mommy or daddy indulges his cute little bottom in some adult loving.
Slowly and carefully, the tip of daddy’s finger is firmly massaged into the five-year-old boy’s tight virginal pucker, Keith positively squealing of overwhelming joy into his father’s muzzle, the boy still choking on his father’s lapping tongue bathing his boyish throat and mouth.
Keith’s eyes roll back into his skull, the boy’s chubby body tensing and stiffening up as his plump buttocks clench tightly around his daddy’s finger knuckle-deep inside of him: “Ngh! D-daddy! DADDY!”
A shudder of release ripples through the cub’s form, Malin needing to use his strong arms to hold his precious boy in place without skipping a beat on masturbating and fingering the five-year-old. Keith shudders and convulses, lips still tightly locked to his daddy’s as Malin can’t help but bury his tongue as deeply inside his young son’s throat as possible. A deep guttural growl culminates in a smothered roar from Malin down Keith’s oesophagus. The young father’s painfully erect penis throbs and flexes rhythmically as the uncut mushroom head grinds against his son’s tiny balls through the fabric of his boxers. Thick dollops of milky white semen ooze up through the mesh and bathe Keith’s tiny sac in Malin’s incestuous fatherly essence.
Keith’s little boner is stiff as a nail, flexing between his father’s strong fingers as the waves of his dry orgasm crash over him, aided by the slimy warmth engulfing his tiny balls which makes them roll all around in their small sack. The rosy pink tip of the juicy little cherry turns slightly more reddish in the little boy’s very adult climax, Keith instinctively grinding his balls and taint on his father’s ejaculating tip, subconsciously trying to guide it down to his violently winking childish tail hole currently squeezing his daddy’s finger with a vice grip: “Ah. Ah. Daddy. L-love you, daddy. Ah.”
The two males, father and son, come to rest in the comfortable chair and in each other’s arms, panting like dogs as their muzzles finally unlock. They both gasp for air, eyes half-lidded as Malin holds his son in a warm embrace, ready to expunge any lingering doubts the boy may have regarding his father’s feelings for him. Deep burdened purring rumbles through both their chests as their bodies are sweaty from the intensity of their bonding session. Both the young father and the preschool boy glued to each other in their sticky mess. And neither of them minds one bit. Sleep claims them both only moments after, the physical and emotional exhaustion setting in as father and son kindled their bond like only a father and son can.
Some hours later, Malin wakes up from his slumber. The room is dark, the lamp on the cabinet had been turned off. A comfortable warm blanket lies on top of the two males, tucked in at their sides. Malin smiles, knowing his wife had found him and his son in one of the most intimate and vulnerable moments, and had simply decided to make them more cosy and comfortable rather than disturb the scene. God, he loves that woman.
Rather than lay Keith in his bed and leave, Malin simply carries his son over to it and lies down with him instead. The mattress is a little small, but that doesn’t deter the father from keeping his son company tonight. Malin simply draws up the sheets, giving his stirring boy a brief and shallow tongue bath as he cleans the worst of his cum drying in the child’s fur. Keith moans encouragingly in his sleep, inciting Malin to gently lap and wash his son’s cute little balls and tiny weenie, then chubby tummy and chest, before finishing with kissing the boy’s face.
Cradling Keith in his arms and using his biceps as a pillow for his son, Malin is soon claimed once again by slumber. Confident not a shred of doubt lingers in his son’s mind.