Date: Sun, 18 Oct 2015 01:41:43 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Issues, pt. 8

Daddy Issues
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult
readers only.


This story is an experiment in writing something longer, kinkier, and more
romantic. As the title suggests, this story has some strong incest themes,
but no actual relations between family members. There are 15 chapters in
all, and I will post new chapters on a regular basis.

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Daddy Issues

8

For a few days, about a week even, it was great. Josh was walking on cloud
nine. He felt like he'd found a daddy, one who'd play the role during sex,
and had to pinch himself to believe it. He felt closer than ever to Ryan
and the sex was smoking hot. Like the kind to make Josh feel like he was
going to faint or have a heart attack if it got any better. Before the
young man's sex drive had been revved up, but now it was on overdrive and
he was ejaculating three times a day. And the new Dad and Son roles meant
an everyday conversation could quickly switch to a sexual banter. It kept
Josh horny and primed for sexual activity.

But it was tough to stay in character. In bed, the role play met and
exceeded his expectations. In real life, he felt like he was a bad actor in
a tedious performance.

And there were doubts were creeping in. He'd been dating Ryan for such a
short time and what did he know really about the man? His past? His inner
self? Josh knew Ryan had been in a seven-year relationship with a guy named
Andy. Ryan didn't like to talk about it and when Josh brought it up, he'd
grow stony silent. "I don't like to dwell on past relationships,
son. They're in the past," was all he'd say. When Josh finally needled him,
saying it was important for him to know, Ryan admitted. "I cheated on
Andy. There, you know now. I was stupid and made a mistake. I learned my
lesson, and it's not going to happen again. Now you know why I didn't want
to talk about it?" he said in a tone that said the conversation was over.

So Josh was a little moody and probably acting a little pouty when Ryan
started focusing too much attention on a friend of a friend when they were
out one night. The kid was young, a college kid from Fordham, and Ryan was
definitely putting on his flirty side.

"Can we talk, Ry?" Josh said, interrupting him and pulling him aside.

"Yeah, what is it?" Ryan said, nonchalantly, as they stepped aside.

"You tell me. What's going on?"

"I'm just chatting, son. Jesus."

"Ryan, I know when you're chatting and I know when you're flirting."

"Damnit, Josh" he swore, trying not to be loud. Josh had seen Ryan's temper
emerge for occasional frustrations, but this was the first time it had been
directed at or near him. "I knew I shouldn't have told you about the
cheating thing. Now you're going to be a jealous ninny whenever we go out."

Josh shook his head. "Maybe you should have told me about it earlier."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ryan was getting frustrated and trying not
to get outright mad or cause a scene.

"If we're going to do this dad thing, I don't want to have to worry if
you're going to cheat on me."

"Josh, your real dad is banging more sorority chicks than a Girls Gone Wild
video."

"Don't talk about my Dad like that," Josh said coldly. "He's not perfect,
but he's still my father."

"All right, I'm sorry.  If it'll make you happy, I'll back off. No
flirting, or anything that's remotely like it."

It didn't settle the argument but defused it. Josh was happy at first Ryan
has given in but then he sensed it was all being held against him. It was a
no-win situation.


*

"Ry, we got to talk," Josh said the next night, a quiet night when the two
men had barely spoken ten words to one another.

Ryan impatiently muted the TV. "Well, then talk, son."

Josh fixed him with a hard glaring look. He'd been rehearsing this
conversation in his mind all day and already this isn't how the scene had
played out. "No, Ry, that's it. I'm feeling a little uncomfortable with
this."

"With what, son?" Ryan was nearly silent and starting to seethe.

"Taking it outside the bedroom. The Dad and Son business."

"I guess we'll file that in the Careful What You Wish For file," he said
coldly.

"What the fuck's your problem?" Josh practically yelled. "You didn't want
to start in the first place."

"Maybe that's my problem. I didn't want to and then I did and then you tell
me fucking not to."

"Cmon, Ry, it's my actual Dad we're talking about. It doesn't feel right
having someone take his place."

"Well, go have sex with your Dad, then." Ryan swore bitterly.

"Fuck you, Ry."

That's pretty much how they left it. They'd calmed down throughout the
week, but it was basically just small talk and politeness between them.

*

So things were tense between Ryan and Josh now that they were at the beach
house with a bunch of Ryan's friends for the week. It made both men dread
the entire week, having to play the part of a normal couple with this
unresolved argument between them.

Worst of all, there'd been no sex the previous week. And now, here Josh sat
the second day on the beach, surrounded by a half dozen men in their 40s,
rocking beefed up dadbods in their swimsuits. It wasn't the first time
Josh's eye had roamed, and not the first time with this group. But never
was it like this. His libido had been neglected too long and it came
roaring back with a vengeance. He'd paraded on the beach with a tight lycra
trunks and soaked up the admiration of all of Ry's friends. And he's spent
much of the afternoon chatting with Paul, who was dating someone but who
seemed to be flirting with Josh all the same. When he asked Josh if he
needed any suntan lotion on his back, the young stud said sure and flipped
over and enjoyed a nice 3-minute rubdown that had him throwing wood face
down on the beach towel.

Even through the sunglasses he felt Ry's eyes on him, and he felt ashamed,
but also mad. Why does he have to be such a jackass?

That night, things were tense as the two men climbed into the tight space
of the double bed. Josh was tired from the day of sun and the evening of
alcohol and he expected that when Ryan turned out the lights they would go
to sleep, like they had the last six nights.

Josh was halfway there, even, when he felt Ryan spoon against him and wrap
his burly arm around his chest, pulling his lacrosse-conditioned back
against the man's increasingly hair and sun-warmed chest. Soft kisses were
inching along the side of his neck.

"Ry....?"

"Shhh, baby...." was all Ryan said as he reached down and slid Josh's
briefs down his thighs part of the way. As they reconnected, Josh could
tell the man had already shed his, that familiar hong dong was nestling
into his crack, scooting down to his hole.

Josh wanted to speak, he wanted to talk about where things stood between
them. But he froze silent as he felt the tip of Ryan's cock work gently
against the hole, taking its time. Ryan was leaking like mad. He too had
been denied release for too long. And as he slipped in, the precum seemed
to lubricate the way... not much, just enough.

Ryan let out a loud hiss as his prick sank in. Josh felt tight, newly
tight, like when they first started dating. Fuck, he loved this kid, that's
what made the fight worse.

The friction felt uncomfortable, but Josh bit his lip. In his mind he
realized he loved being taken like this. No condom, no lube, no prep, just
Ryan's natural prick juices. He'd suck it up and bear with this discomfort.

Especially since he was loving the sensation of Ryan holding him
tight. Tighter than the man had ever held him. For Ryan it was sexual and
something more. Possession, not wanting this hottie of a lacrosse stud get
away. He pulled the young man tighter and fucked harder now. Working his
way to the edge....

When Ryan's hand found his prick, Josh exploded. All over the bedsheets,
all over Ry's hand. Ryan started to make his high guttural noises but
muffled his mouth in Josh's shoulder as he came.

The two men caught their breath, their hearts beating in tandem. They'd
needed this all right. Ryan nuzzled the young man's neck, kissing and
licking the flesh and tonguing Josh's ear. Josh's cock wasn't going down,
not yet, feeling the beefy hunk beside him, behind him, still buried in
him. And the feel of Ryan's fingers running up and down the ridge of Josh's
spermy prick, teasing it, overstimulating it.

With a heave, the older man rolled Josh on his stomach and pressed his
prick in deep, savoring the load deposit he'd injected way up there in his
partner's guts. When he withdrew and fucked back in, Josh knew for sure the
man was going for round two. His broad hands were rubbing, caressing Josh's
muscular back, which burned slightly from the sun exposure.

"OK, now that's out of the way," Ryan said. "I gotta few things to say."
His dick had a steady thrust in and out, and the semen was now making
Josh's hole less tight, more enjoyable for the bottom. Besides, the new
position had Ryan's prick running roughshod over Josh's prostate, making
the kid whimper into the pillow.

"First," Ryan huffed. "I talked to Paul. Told him to keep his hands off my
fucking boyfriend." He punched in, not mad, but serious, like he wanted
Josh to get the message.

"Second. As long as you and I are a thing, you don't go around hitting on
other guys." His breath got heavier, and Josh's whimpers got louder. "Not
without my permission," he added.

"Third. I like to flirt, sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. But I
need to learn to cool it. For you. For us."

His orgasm was getting closer. His pistoning prick was pushing his previous
load out of Josh's now relaxed hole, out over his balls and down Josh's
shaved taint.

"Fourth. I get it. You call the shots with this Daddy thing. Just don't go
changing the rules on me every five minutes."

"Finally. I've been an asshole lately, and you're right to call me out on
it."

He fucked more and now. Josh was starting to feel his second ejaculation
coming on.

Ryan leaned down and started humping faster. "Is all that clear?" he
breathed into Josh's ear.

"Yessir," he said, maybe a little too loudly.

"Good," Ryan hissed and patted Josh's head, playing with the dirty blond
hair. "You know I love you, big guy." His breaths were getting shorter.

"Love you too, Ry," Josh craned his head up to meet Ryan's in a kiss.

It was rare the two had completely simultaneous orgasms, but this one was
timed perfectly and seemed to go on for a solid minute.

"Shit, you're something else," Ryan said as the two men uncoupled. "Two in
a row. You're gonna make me feel like I'm 23 again."

Josh felt excited and proud and emotionally relieved all at once. The two
men locked lips and made out in a session that was long overdue.

"So," Josh started, "Are we ever going to talk through our problems when
we're not fucking? I'm curious."

"Maybe. I'm not the best at communication," Ryan said, half joking, half
serious.

"Whatever your approach, it got me off twice."

"Dude, Stanson could have gotten you off twice," Ryan said, referring to a
guy on the basketball team who, while a good guy, was a bit on the homely
side. "You were hard up for it. I'm never going to let you go a week
without it again."

"Promise?" Josh asked.

"Promise." The two kissed again.

"Josh," Ryan started, "I have do have a question."

"Yeah?" His voice drooping a little. He was starting to get sleepy now.

"I noticed you've been scoping out my friends."

"Oh Ry, it's not anything, I swear."

"You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. I've been horny and well, it's tough being the only younger
guy here with a bunch of daddies, it kinda pushes my buttons in a way. But
that's all it is, Ry, weird horny fantasies."

"It's OK if you want to look, hell I do some looking myself. I just wanna
know if it's anything else. Maybe I need to let you off the leash from time
to time, go have your fun, you know."

Josh was curious where this was going. "You asking for an open
relationship, Ry? Is that what you want?"

"No, no I don't. But I want what's going to make you happy, keep you
sticking around my 43 year old sorry ass for a long time."

"You know it's not like that, I've told you." His hands gripped Ryan's
heavy pecs and played with the hair and caressed the relaxed
muscle. "You're the whole package Ry, I don't want anything else. If I ever
did anything with another guy I'd want you there, too. To share in the
experience."

"You want a threeway?"

"I've never had one and always thought it would be fun. But I don't need
it, Ry, honest."

"You ever thought I might want one, too?"

Josh could feel the man's heavy cock firming up again pressed against his
abs. A week without sex had really been too long for the both of them. Josh
gave him a quick kiss. "Well maybe we can do it, Ry. Only, I'm not sure how
it'd work out."

It took Ryan a second to get what Josh was saying. "You mean you go for
older guys and I go for young ones, right?"

"Yeah, that."

Ryan leaned forward and kissed the young man more deeply, more passionately
now. "Maybe we can take turns."

"You mean, first younger, then older?"

"Or vice versa... but yeah, something like that. Josh...?"

"Yeah, Ry?"

"Any chance I could get some goodnight head? I'm still a little backed up
from the week...."

Josh gave the man a quick kiss and scooted down the sheets to find a steely
erection waiting for him.


*

After their conversation, Ryan figured a threesome was in the works at some
point, he just didn't expect it to happen so soon. But it was a sunny
Monday afternoon on the beach and he couldn't help but notice how all of
his friends' eyes were on Josh. Some of them had boyfriends, some of them
didn't but almost all of them seemed riveted by the half-nude jock with the
flawless body. Ryan was more possessive today, making sure to keep Josh
rubbed down with lotion and sticking close by him. Paul, that motherfucker,
kept his distance - he and his boyfriend on a towel at the far edge of the
group. Even he would sneak glances over at the 23 year old when he thought
Ryan wasn't looking.

The man couldn't blame his buddies. Josh was the cream of the crop. He'd
called him the hottest guy in Manhattan once, and that still held true. If
anything, Josh's body had seemed to get better over the last year-plus, as
he took his workouts and conditioning religiously. Ryan had once joked that
he was no longer trying to make the cut for the lacrosse team, so why put
himself through the ringer. Josh's reply was disarmingly honest and
charming.

"I dunno, Ry. It's more for myself really. I like being in the best shape I
can be. Besides, well, it's for you, too. You seem to like my body, and I
wanna make it better."

That's probably when Ryan knew he wanted Josh to move in with him. To never
let that stud get away.

The kid was on his best behavior today, too. Doing his best not to eye up
the DILF beef buffet around him, sprawled out on the beach towels in
various forms of half-nude splendor. But, Ryan thought, maybe I could
arrange something. A little present for my guy.

Ryan for his part stole a lot of Josh's attention with a snug speedo that
Josh had picked out for him. Ryan was more of a board shorts kind of guy
and felt self conscious in the flimsy lycra, particularly the way his love
handles spilled out over them. But they drove Josh crazy, so he got an
extra pair in a different color for the week. Given the way Josh seemed to
be raking his eyes over his form today, he might forget the board shorts
altogether for the rest of the week.

When they got back to the beach house, Ryan made a point of using the
outdoor shower in his suit, and not changing out of it. He walked around
for dinner and afterward, shirtless and just in those flimsy speedos. He
knew Josh would be over-the-moon horny by nightfall and he was right. The
kid was wearing some cargo shorts that didn't fully hide his boner.

"Fuck, you're driving me crazy, Ry," Josh whispered in his ear when they
were both alone in the kitchen getting beers.

Ryan smiled, happy to have his suspicions confirmed. He gave Josh a quick
kiss. "What?" he pled innocent. "You always tell me I should wear the
speedo. Now you don't like it?" Already he was chubbing up in the suit but
managed to keep his erection in check.

"You know what you're doing to me, fucker. Let's at least get a quickie in,
man," he growled tugging on Ryan's arm.

Ryan held firm. "We can do that... or I got another idea?"

"What?" Josh was practically hypervenitlating.

"What do you think of Brian?" Brian Henning was the youngest of the bunch,
having just turned 40, and he was one of the two single guys at the house
that week. "You think he's hot?"

"You serious?"

"Dead serious. I could set something up. If you want."

Josh looked around to make sure no one could hear. "Yeah. Brian's real
hot. I'd do him. If this is what you want, Ry."

"Just go with the flow and enjoy this, big guy. Leave it up to me."

Josh pinched his cock to try to calm his erection. It only half worked but
he was at least able to go out and join the group without two much
embarrassment.

Josh wasn't sure if Ryan had arranged anything ahead of time, but he was
starting to get his suspicions as the other guys started calling it in for
the evening, and pretty soon it was just him and Ryan. And Brian. He sat on
the patio bench across from the couple, who sat side by side, hairy legs
pressed against one another. Pretty soon after the last couple left, Ryan
reached his arm around Josh's shoulder affectionately.

"Man you guys are an amazing couple," Brian said.

"Thanks," Josh said. Ryan gripped his head and turned him toward a nice,
slow kiss. Josh moaned, a little taken by surprise but enjoying the
sensation nonetheless. "Whoa," he said when they broke it.

Ryan cocked his head a little. "We don't we want to leave my buddy out over
there, do we?"

"No, sir," Josh grinned and turning he saw Brian looking at him with a gaze
of horny expectation.

"Man, you're beautiful," he said before Josh leaned in and pressed lips
against his. The man hesitated a second, then opened his mouth to dart his
tongue against Josh's. Their kiss grew as Brian gave into the
hunger. "Fuck," he growled as Josh leaned back. Then turning to Ryan, "You
sure you're OK with this?"

"Don't worry, I know he's coming home to daddy," Ryan said.

It was the first time they'd used that word since the Big Argument. Josh
didn't realize how much he'd missed it. And now, in this situation, it was
exactly what he needed to hear. That despite the fooling around, he was
Ryan's. He turned around and flashed his lover a big smile. Ryan winked in
return.

"You mind if I feel your body?" Brian asked Josh. "Christ, I don't think
I've seen one so amazing in, like, forever."

Josh turned back toward Brian. "Be my guest." Straddling the man's lap, he
squatted down, facing him. "As long as I get to touch yours," he said,
running his hands along the man's upper body.

"It's not much, but yeah, sure," Brian laughed. Brian wasn't exactly a
bear, but he was a burly man, big arms, big chest, and an ex-jock gut. Josh
was getting turned on by the contact. The man's body wasn't as nice as
Ryan's but it was still very much his type.

Brian for his part enjoyed feeling Josh up and was getting an erection in
his shorts, matching the one Josh had had for the last two hours.

"Josh gives the best blowjobs," Ryan said from behind them.

"Yeah?" Brian looked up expectantly at Josh.

Josh nodded and reached down and started undoing Brian's shorts, unzipping
and them pulling them off. The man's boner was fat and hard and
dripping. Josh was horny but he took his time. He wanted to show this man
really good head and to prove Ryan right.

"Oh fuck!" Brian groaned as Josh swallowed his stick to the root. "Fuck,
he's good." He looked up at Ryan. "You get this on a regular basis?"

He nodded. "At least once a day."

"Fuck!" Brian was now growling.

"Suck him," Ryan said. "Suck your Uncle Brian. Show him what you do to me
every night."

The sex talk was driving Josh wild. No longer patient, he started bobbing
faster and harder, slamming the heavy stick in and out of his throat. When
he applied some suction, he felt Brian grip his head.

"Man, I'm gonna cum soon. Oh fuck, real soon. Is it OK if I ...?" he looked
up at Ryan, who watched on in lust.

"Yeah. Right down his throat. Josh likes it."

Brian's fingers curled tighter and his cock shot out. An unfamiliar
taste... bitter unlike Ryan's sperm. Josh still gulped it hungrily as he
felt hands on his back muscle, running down to his waist. Ryan was behind
him now. Gripping his waist and pulling his ass up just as Josh spit out
the depleted cock.

"Daddy's turn," Ryan grunted as he shucked Josh's shorts and shoved a fat
finger inside the kid's pucker.

"Yeah," Josh muttered, his prick twitching in overdrive.

Now two fingers, pushing, twisting. Josh was still a little tight, but
pretty quick he was getting relaxed and ready. He wanted cock bad.

Soon he had it. Ryan's massive fat piece bored in. Knowing the way already
and not taking its time.

Ryan reached his arms around Josh's torso and pulled him to an upright
position. "Wanna kiss my boy while I fuck the cum out of him?" he asked
Brian.

His buddy smiled and got down on the deck, his body pressing against the
lacrosse jock as the two started making out. It took 20 seconds until
Josh's body started to shake and sure enough Brian was getting hosed by the
young stud's semen.

Ready to enter the finish line, Ryan pushed Josh back down to a doggy
position and fucked to his climax.

Things were a little awkward afterward, and Brian made a hasty retreat to
his bedroom, but ten minutes later, as Josh fell asleep, Ryan saw the
contented look on his boy's face and decided it was worth it.