The Prettiest Demon at the Ball

He loves his son, he's proud of him, he resents him, he wants to fuck him so bad he looks stupid; wants to relive his glory days, wants some of his son to rub off on him, wants to ruin and defile him because how dare he be young and gorgeous with his whole life ahead of him, how dare he make me feel this way, how dare his whole existence be nothing but a giant taunt. How dare he make me feel so wretched and guilty.

He wants to grab his son's head and force him to choke on his cock, he just wants to kiss his son's lips and feel the strength of his body and the thinness of his waist, he wants to bend him over and fuck him so hard he bruised, he wants to get on his knees and worship his baby boy.

He avoids looking at his son or spending too much time around him, because it seems like every little thing he does these days becomes fuel for when he sticks his hands down his pants at night and clamps a hand over his mouth, hoping he doesn't say his son's name too loudly.

Oh? An older guy? Hey, I mean you're an adult, you can date whoever you want. Sometimes older guys just don't know how to treat a young guy, ya know? A gentle soul like you needs a soft touch, some encouragement, praise, that kinda thing.

He said you're too inexperienced? Oh, that's fixable, bud. You just need someone to show you the ropes. Yeah, someone with experience that'll be nice and kind. You know, I've had my fair share of partners before; your old man's got plenty of advice to give.