Smutty's drabbles from the World of Twelve

Yugo learns useful skills with his adoptive father.

It didn’t take much time for Alibert to realize his foster son was a fast learner.

“Am I doing it right?” Yugo asks nervously, and Alibert can see his little hands are shaking a bit.

“Not too bad, but you need to use both your hands, and twirl it that way.”

Alibert shows the boy how to get a proper grip of his tool.

“Oh, I get it. Let me do it!” he says excitedly.

The broad man smiles. His kid is always so eager to discover new things.

“Oh yes, exactly like that,” Alibert says gently. “Keep doing it and it’ll get good.”

“As good as when you do it?”

“Maybe even better.”

Yugo grins and looks up at him with those eyes full of excitement. It’s impossible not to love a kid so cheerful and adorable.

“You know what to do next?” Alibert asks.

“Yes! I must taste the sauce to see if it’s really good.”

“Exactly. It’s good to be skilled with your hands, but a good cook knows to trust his mouth too.”

Yugo proceeds to taste the juice, and his face contorts in a disgusted grimace. He coughs.

“How is it?” Alibert asks with a smirk.

“A bit yucky.”

“Be more specific.”

“It’s too thick, and too salty I think.”

Yugo looks at the wasted sauce on the stove with a crestfallen expression. Alibert laughs kindly and pats the boy’s shoulder encouragingly.

“Don’t be sad, you can’t master the stew sauce on the first try. Give it a bit more practice and you’ll be perfect.”

Yugo brightens immediately. “Really?”

“Of course son. You’re a natural. You just need a bit more time and exercise to really get the skill.”

“Cool! Can we try again?”

Alibert looks at the sun outside. “It’s getting late, we must get ready for the evening service. But you’ve done well today, and you deserve a reward.”

Yugo looks at his father with shining eyes, his ear caps standing at full attention.

“Really? Right now? You mean it?”

Alibert smiles at his son and bends forward to kiss him on the forehead.

“I guess we just have enough time for a quick one. Unless you want it tonight in your bedroom?”

Yugo giggles. “No, I can’t wait that long. Get ready, I’ll go fetch the lube!”

Alibert watches with a loving look as Yugo sprints out of the room. “Ha, that’s my boy,” he says fondly as he lowers his pants, his thick shaft already at full attention, ready to give it to his son on the kitchen table, deep and slow, just the way he likes it.