Michael sat on the toilet seat washing his magnificent cock off with a flannel. His Dad came to the door and stood there, looking very uncomfortable.
"That was awesome Dad! I can't believe how that felt, what happened?" Michael continued wiping the cum from his softening shaft looking up at his Dad with wonder.
"Erm... well son that's called... a... a blow job... but I shouldn't have... I mean..." His Dad was sputtering words out in short breaths, his eyes never leaving his son's cock.
"Dad stop worrying! It was amazing! I loved it and so did you!" Michael jumped down and pulled up his trousers and underwear, stuffing his immense cock back into hiding.
The rest of the evening his Dad was very quiet but Michael was busying playing on his DS to notice. It got to 8 o'clock and his Dad shouted up for him to turn off his DS and go to bed.
"Aww Dad please, can I stay up a little bit..."
"No son, you know the rules." Dad was always firm but fair in Michael's eyes.
"OK. Goodnight!" Michael switched off the DS and rolled into his bed, finally stripping himself of his confining underwear. He lay in the dark and let his mind drift, hopefully sleep would come soon.
It did for a while, but about 11 o'clock he was awake again, the sheet was itching him... specifically his cock which had grown hard in his sleep. He looked down and saw a tent in the centre of the sheet. Mesmerised by his own immense organ he prodded it. It sprang about a bit under the thin material. An idea formed...
"Dad!"
Shaken out of his own thoughts Michael's Dad came to the bottom of the stairs. "Son you're supposed to be asleep."
"Can't, too thirsty!" Michael called back.
His father disappeared to the kitchen and poured a glass of water out for him. Taking it upstairs he went into his son's room and put it on the side. His son smiled up and him and giggled.
"No silly Daddy! Not me! You!" With that he pulled the sheet off himself and he was on display in all his glory. His dad stood staring at the cock of his dreams for a moment...
"Son... I... you..." He stammered and then resigned to his fate. "Fuck it" he whispered and he leant forward and took the bulbous head in his mouth, his son's hands now twirling in his hair.
"Mmm Daddy that's it.... you WERE thirsty weren't you." His father muffled affirmation was enough and he turned his head to the side and let his father pleasure him.