Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2008 16:35:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Paul Mendenhall Subject: Daddy's New Boy John was my current favorite of the boys at my gym. Seventeen, but looking about fourteen, except for his height. Soft brown hair in a pageboy haircut framed a face almost too pretty for a male. Rosy cheeks, skin so soft it was impossible to believe he shaved. Big brown eyes that looked at me with such trust. He had joined the gym, like so many others his age, to put on some size, and it was starting to happen. But his narrow shoulders and lanky limbs still told of his youth. Boys like this were my specialty, in more ways than one, and it was one of the reason's I called the place "Daddy's Gym." All my boys called me Daddy, and gave me the respect I deserved, or they were out of there. And a select few found out what it meant to be one of Daddy's Special Boys, the ones who got extra attention. I was hoping John would turn out to be one of those, but so far I hadn't sensed he was open to it, hadn't gotten that unmistakable signal that he needed my special tuition. He was standing at the cable station doing biceps curls, and his loose nylon shorts were slowly working their way down over his boxers, in the "sagger" style so popular these days. The boxers were riding up his ass-crack, molding to the perfectly formed mounds of his bubble-butt. Luckily, we were alone in that part of the gym, and I could watch the show unimpaired. As he finished his set, he bent-over to put the bar on the floor. At that moment timed seemed to slow down. I watched, transfixed, as the boxers tore right down the center seam and his crack spread open for my viewing pleasure. I light dusting of brown fuzz surrounded the portal to his inner realm like an aura, and suddenly there it was: a perfect pink rosebud, glistening with sweat; or was that his inner juices coating his boy-pussy? As if in answer to my thought, the lips parted just a hair, and a drop of precious love-honey rolled out and down to mingle with the sweet ball-sweat on his lovely taint. It may have been my imagination, but it seemed that a hint of his aroma reached my nostrils, and my will to resist this angel-boy departed like an unwelcome guest. I walked behind him as he straightened up and put my arm around his small waist. "Come with me, John." He seemed somewhat startled and confused, but walked unquestioningly with me back to my office, our closeness covering his exposed backdoor. I closed and locked the door, and took him to a mirror where he could see what had happened. "Gosh, Daddy, I'm sorry! I'm so embarrassed." "Don't be. Things happen. Get out of those things and I'll see what I have that you can wear." He was clearly embarrassed to strip in front of me, but he was also an obedient boy, so the shorts and undies came-off, and his genitals were revealed to me. A lovely set; not too big, but flawless. I took my time digging through a drawer for some shorts, and when I turned around, he was fully erect, as I knew he would be, his face beet-red. "I...I'm sorry! I can't help it!" "Nothing to be ashamed of. You're a healthy boy that's all. It happens to all males. See?" And with that, I pulled my own shorts off, revealing my ten-and-a-half inch rod. He gasped and stared at it. "Like it, baby? This is what a real man's cock looks like." I walked up to him and put my arm around his waist, pulling him into me. Our dicks rubbed together as my finger worked its way into his hot pussy. "D-daddy! Oh, Daddy!" His arms encircled my barrel chest and his face rubbed into the hairy cleft between my massive pecs. I turned his face up to mine and locked my lips on his. His mouth tasted of peppermint. He sucked on my tongue in such a way that I knew this boy needed to be penetrated in all his cavities. His anus clenched around my invading digit as his juices flowed. Quickly, I stripped us both of our remaining clothing, and pushed him down onto the couch. Oh, what a hot bundle of horny boy he was! I licked and kissed him from his budding boy-breasts to his downy bush. His bone-hard cock was brushing my cheek, but I ignored it, instead sucking his bountiful ball-bag into my mouth. The salty-sweet taste was like a drug, as I rolled his luscious orbs in my mouth. His groans grew louder and higher, and when I reached his pussy, they became a soft whimpering, so full of tender desire I could hardly bear it. Oh, how this boy needed his daddy! I placed his slender legs over my shoulders and prepared to mount him. His pussy-lips stretched around my hog, reluctant to give-in to my lust. But finally his desire overcame his fear, and his honey-pot opened to me, engulfing me in a hot tunnel of undulating flesh. I slid in to the hilt, my bull-balls nestling between his smooth glutes like they had found their home. I kissed my new boy deeply, and whispered into his ear: "Is this what you want, John? For me to make your boy-hole into a soft, warm, wet pussy, for my pleasure? Do you want to be my boy?" "Oh God...I...I...yes, sir! Please! Please take me, and make me yours!" And with that I began to piston in and out of his no-longer-virgin boy-box, driving him into a state of babbling incoherence as the mixture of pleasure and pain drove away the last of his resistance to his fate. Soon he was moaning like a bitch in heat, and his hips began to meet mine, in the eternal mating dance of Man and Boy. His new boy-cunt started to milk my big meat, rippling and squeezing me until I finally let go with a roar, and thick gouts of my jizz filled his hole. His cock spewed at the same time, coating our torsos with his love-offering. After some rest, I asked him: "Who do you belong to?" "To you, sir." I flexed my meat inside him. "Whose pussy is this?" "Yours, Daddy." "Good boy." I withdrew from him and pushed a butt-plug into his newly-forged boy-pussy. "That's so you always remember who you belong to. It only comes out when you have to relieve yourself. Understand?" "Yes, Daddy." After some clean-up, we left the office, and John got onto a treadmill to do some cardio. I could tell from the beatific smile on his face that his new pussy and the plug in it were making it considerably more pleasurable than usual. Some of the other boys were looking at him with knowing smiles, and exchanging glances with me. God, I love this business.