Daddy Dragon - Interlude & Extras

"The Flowers that Bloom for Him"
(SFW)
Written 15th December 2023

"How should I raise my son?" 

When Crome had seen his son, Zach, grow into a fine young man, this is the only question which bounced around his mind.

He cannot help but think about his son's future.

It wasn't until their sexual encounters that the two finally opened up to each other. As if the only icebreaker Crome needed was getting sucked off by his barely-legal teen boy, this act later spurred into a healthy relationship for the two.

Long gone are the days where Crome would simply wave his son off to school with a mug in his hand and a slightly saddened look on his face.

Instead, the men usually wake up together, and in a puddle of their own sweat nonetheless, much to Zach's dismay.

Once they had gotten used to their new sexual lifestyle, Zach finally could start cracking down on homework again, because his father wouldn't ask for a 'quick blowie' every few hours (seriously, it's crazy how horny that man really is!).

As for Crome, that just means more time where he can sit back on the couch, pull up his playlist of trucking videos on YouTube, and try not to fall asleep 1 hour after finishing work. Spoiler: he almost always falls asleep…

Where once a marked sadness filled his eyes, now lies a look of pure contentment.

Crome is happy - and he would want no other life for him and his son.

The thought of such a revelation easily brought the man to tears. Just the thought of Zach alone would fill his heart with so much pride and joy… 

Slowly but surely, Crome felt the warmth of love fill his heart once again. And the love of a family is a love that will stick. It may taper, it may tarnish, and, at times, it may break.

But, after a while, these broken bonds which one may share, they will start to mend. 

It will mend through the acts that we do for one another; that it may serve to bring us ever closer… 

All of which is to say: getting a blowjob from his son basically saved Crome's life.

—

Crome pitched his shovel into the dirt with a dark grunt. 

He wiped the sweat off his brow, and sighed heavily.

"Bollocks to this," he muttered.

For quite some time now, Crome had took it upon himself to make a garden for him and his son.

Though admittedly, this endeavour was rather one sided, considering his son's feigned interest in the matter whenever he brought it up.

"Too busy playing League or whatever shit kids play these days," he muttered to himself again. Though his words may be vulgar and stern, the man is anything but. 

Someday, his son will go to college, and then he'll make lots of friends. And then, he'll even decide to go to university, and move away.

Even the thought of Zach moving away brought a dark chill down Crome's spine.

"Oh bloody hell…" He said, disparaged. 

Without realising, he brought himself into another endless cycle of thoughts about his son.

Whar purpose does this serve, only to worry him further and make him feel worse…

And it's not like he can just walk up to a therapist and say: "Hey! I have a crush on my son!" (Unless your therapist is Alex…).

Crome shovelled some dirt up again. 
Enough of this. 

If he would get lost in his own thoughts, he would rather do so while he is trying to actively build a good future for him and his son.

If his son is indeed to move away in the future, then it would only be a matter of time when Zach returns someday, to look upon the flowers that his father had so graciously planted for him.

In the future, the son's eyes would light up in beauty before the magnificent sight - a bed of flowers, roses and all manner of gorgeous plants would fill his vision. 
It would be a far cry from the uneven grass and dirt that once lay there.

"They're in full bloom, dad." Zach would say, taken aback.

Crome smiled.
"Of course they are. And they don't need watering. Because my love for you is everlasting." 

"Results Day"
(SFW)
Written 15th December 2023

Zach stormed inside the house, frantically waving a piece of paper about.
"Dad! Dad! Look, I've got my results." He shouted, practically speedrunning his way to the living room. 

There he found his father who was practically half asleep from downing his beer bottle (give him a break, it's a Friday), and watching his latest episode of Trucker Guys (it's a creative title, I know).

"Oh, bloody hell…" Crome swore under his breath, pained that he must at least move the beer bottle aware from his lips.

Despite this, he smiled warmly at his son.
"Hey, kiddo." He greeted him with a loving gaze.
"Your results?" He asked.

"Mhm-hm!" Zach nodded with such intensity that such behaviour would better befit a cub (but he is not a cub, he is a 16 year old boy…). 
"And I have them right here." 
He handed his father the piece of paper - the paper, that by all accounts, Zach would believe to decide the fate of his life.

"Oh – christ…" Crome cursed again, his hands roaming on the end table next to him.
"My glasses…" He moaned, delighting at last once his fingers touched against the frame of his glasses, that he seems to misplace all the time…

Zach couldn't help but watch on in part love and morbid surprise.
It wasn't like Crome to act 20 years older (i.e 70 years old) - but, with how stable he's become recently, it's no wonder his mind has slowed to a halt. 

Any thoughts of his wife would soon leave his mind as he soon as he reads this paper…

He took a brief glance at the results, and handed them back to his son.
"Looks good." He stated, before resuming his episode again like nothing ever happened.

Zach stood there starstruck.
"'Looks good?!'" He cried.
"You barely saw them!" 

Crome sighed, sad that his trucking gooning was interrupted yet again, and turned down the blaringly loud TV (anybody living with parents would attest - for some reason, mom and dad love to watch the TV at 100% volume…).

He took a long cursory glance at his son, as if to scold him for his reaction.

Zach nervously rubbed his arm, looking to the side.
"Son, you know as well as I that you are no ordinary boy." 
(One dad lecture, coming right up…)

"If you were to pass or fail, it would mean little in the grand scheme of things." Crome said, and then let the silence seep in the room for a little.

"...But getting a B on English was pretty good." He remarked.

Zach's face lit up.
"So you did read them?"

Crome resumed the TV yet again, but making sure that, this time, the volume wasn't loud enough to rock the very walls around them. 

"Of course I did." He stated.
"And, least of all, I'm not surprised you got a B in English. You always did like reading…" He said, eyeing up his son curiously. 

Zach swallowed the lump in his throat.
"S-so, you did see…" 

Crome winked at the shy lad.
"Christ, kid. Those incest stories were fire. Totally helped your old man in a yiffy, that's for sure." 
"A Love that Lasts All Distance" 
(SFW)
Written 16th December 2023

There is an inexplicable love shared between a father and his son.

It is much more than a baseless sexual desire.

It is a desire to see his son grow. A desire to be with him throughout all aspects of his life.
 
Men are rarely afforded a chance to be affectionate in society.

And so it is with joy that Crome chooses to profess his love to his son…

While the divorce and stress of his ex-wife took a heavy mental toll on him, the results are well worth it. 

After living and enduring countless hardships for so long, Crome is sure that the answer to all his ails is love. 

After all, what is it that keeps his heart beating, his feet moving forward in life…

While his son's inexperienced, yet somehow still incredibly hot, and mis-manoeuvred blowjobs can certainly make him shoot up a storm, and it is the underlying fact of love that holds Crome's and Zach's relationship together.

There is no other answer. 

So I ask you this: when you look upon your father, think: 
"Damn, I sure am lucky to have a man like him." 

Because men don't appreciate each other enough.

–

Crome sees his son off with a smile on his face.

"He hasn't aged a day…" He mutters mournfully to himself, then laughs. If there was a time for his pervy edge to come out, this would be the least appropriate. 

"But still…"

In the distance, Zach is laughing and chatting with his friends.

"I hope you'll never forget about me, son." 

As if a response to his father's thoughts, Zach stops all of a sudden. 

With the backing of the sunset, he turns to face his father momentarily, while his friends are bickering amongst themselves, and gives his father a small, pleased smile. 

"I'll never forget you, dad." 
Zach thinks in that moment.

Because, while he may grow up and live to see the world, his family will always be there for them.

That is the creed which all families must share, and it is a promise that Crome intends to keep.

–

“My Jock Son”
(NSFW, inspired by this art)
Originally written 15th November 2022

As long as Zach is still at home with his dad, he'll never have a reprieve from his father's horny advances. Even though he's now 18 years of age, just the fact that he's an adult won't stop his daddy from getting aroused. Why? Because he still gets off on the fact that he's fucking his son. Except, this time, his son has a finer ass than he's ever seen before - clad in a jockstrap, and fresh from soccer practice.
"Fuck, you really grew up to be the hung jock teenager you said you would be." Crome said in between bated breaths, stuffing his load into his now fully grown kid. Zach blushed and whimpered like he always did, his craving for daddy cock never sated.

"Thanks dad," he shakily replied, then felt Crome's fat fingers stuff themselves in his mouth again.
("This again...? I won't start screaming now that I can actually take it.")

"So when do you next have PE?" Crome asked, thrusting.

"Uhhmm.. I thinq itsh-aaa... nexht week?" 

Crome could get that much at least.
He grunted in affirmation.
"Alright. Fuck, I love knowing you're a sporty boy."
"Better than my layabout deadbeat father," Zach retorted.
Crome snorted and looked a little taken aback by his son's tone.
"The mouth on you has grown, too. I don't think my cock will be enough to shut that trap of yours now. Maybe I'll get your oh-so-favourite uncle at the fore."

Images of Zach's uncle flashed in his mind. 

"Please, anything but that," he thought.

–

“Crome’s Especially Hung 18th Birthday”
(NSFW, inspired by this art)
Originally written 8th December 2022

Having a big dick runs in the family, and Crome is blessed indeed. The morning after his 18th birthday, the celebrations and such afforded him little chance for some actual 'me-time', but when he awoke, it was to his father complimenting the size of his dick.
"I knew that stink in your room wasn't for nothing, kiddo," he said, patting Crome's bed. Then he groaned as he stood up.

"Well, those fences won't pitch themselves."
At the time, Crome was far too drowsy to understand what was happening, so he thought it was all just a dream. But when he awoke again to the sound of a drill in the garden, he knew it wasn't a dream. His dad likes to wake up early and, much to the boy's displeasure, visit him in his room. Little did he know, his father was just looking for any excuse to see his teen son's morning wood, but now that he has, he can't help but feel that he's got some stiff competition.

His father adjusted the snake in his pants as he shoved the fence post into the dirt.

"Christ. Nobody told me that boys these days are hella hung." 

They sure are, but it's only because they come from such studs they call their fathers. 

He knows there's no reason to tell his son about the birds and the bees. The phone he hides under his cushion and the ever-overflowing bin of tissues and unrepentant stink of cum in his room is evidence enough of that. The only question I'd imagine the father would be asking is: "Do you wanna blow a load together, son?" - only for Crome to be shocked when his father doesn't pull up any straight porno on TV, but looks straight at his son for the next step.

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"You've got a bit of a belly now," Crome father laughed as he patted the boy's pudgy belly, trying to ignore the straining 18-year-old boner pushing into his smart work trousers. He's all ready for work, but there's on more thing to do before he leaves: say goodbye to his son.
Crome chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with a deep blush. God, when will his dad get the picture that he just wants to be left alone. 

His father stared deep in his eyes, silence heavy in the room.
"Gosh, you're beautiful." he whispered. He couldn't stop looking at Crome, and pulled his face close to him.
Crome gulped this time, leaving his arms by their sides, his boner not subsiding at all. Was his dad about to make a move on him?
"Don't tell your mother, okay?"
Before Crome could answer, his father's lips were smushed up against his. Crome warmly invited his father into his mouth, his body shaking with nervousness. He felt his dad's hands entangle down his pants, stroking his fat cock. 
Daddy left the kiss by licking the spit from his lips, fisting Crome's fat teen cock a few times some more, before finally getting his hands off his kid.

"'Yer mam won't be home till 7 today."
Crome's father winked at him. The boy was still processing what just happened.
"Bust a fat load for me today, you hear? And if not..."
His father leaned in close to his ear.
"I'll be home by 3."

Crome erupted into a huge smile once he learnt his father is home early today. Finally, some good chance for real father and son bonding.
“Flashing the Goods”
(NSFW, inspired by this art)
Originally written 28th April 2022

Daddy decided to just let it all hang. Even if his boy is only 13, he might as well show off the cock that made him now, his sack hanging low, cock flaccid but semi-hard from his son's curious, once-innocent eyes looking at it, making note of every vein.
"Dad...?" His cub asked, looking up with wide eyes, inquisitive and anxious as ever. The boy looked like he was about to burst, holding in breath like a fish.
"Why do you smell so good...?" He asked innocently, then traced his little fingers through his father's crotch fluff. Upon feeling his hatchling touch him, the father groaned a little bit.
"And what's with all the hair there?" He questioned again.
The father was going to reply, but soon found that words failed him. He can't exactly stay in the changing room for too long, not with him flashing his pulsating, elongating cock to his curious, innocent youngster.

He quickly wrapped his towel around his waist, turning away his head as someone walked in.
"I'll tell you when you're older, son."

We all know that's bullshit.
The father would very much like to tell his son everything about cock now.