Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2002 12:10:48 -0500 From: Johnny Smile Subject: Brad There was a knock at the door. "Come in." I invited hoarsely. Disguising one's voice can be a very uncomfortable experience. The door opened and in walked one of the most beautiful creatures God ever put on this earth. The boy was only fifteen - the fact that he was underage made him an even hotter commodity on the circuit. He had short black hair, which was styled like any other boy his age. He had an earring in each ear and a barbell through one eyebrow. His T-shirt hung loosely over his very tight body and his corduroy shorts somehow managed to stay on him despite both being too large for his trim waist and the heavy chain keeping his wallet attached to his belt loop. He smiled at me, sitting in the back of the expensive hotel room, the curtains pulled shut, the lights out. I wanted to be seen as little as possible. "Take your shirt off." I instructed. The boy smiled again, and in one fluid, graceful motion pulled his shirt up and over his head. He tossed it to the floor, rubbing one hand self-consciously over his chest. He had nothing to worry about. His chest was richly defined through activity, not through weight training. He didn't have the man breasts so many people seemed to enjoy these days. He had flat, smooth pecs that were the most golden of colors. His stomach rippled with each slight turn of his body, each individual ab muscle popping out. "What's your name, baby?" "Brad." The boy smiled. "That's sexy." I said. "What do you like to do?" Brad shrugged. "I do it all." He rubbed his chest again, and the other hand griped his waistband, pushing the top down just slightly. A tiny trace of fine black hair appeared. "What's your favorite to do with your daddy?" He grinned and looked down. "I like to suck my daddy's dick." Brad said. "I love it when my daddy rims my ass and then fucks me." He took a step forward. "Can you be my daddy tonight?" "I sure can, baby." I said. I definitely would be his daddy.any night. Brad smiled, and clasped his hands behind his head. His pecs stretched out and he was flaring his biceps. He also was showing off his soft underarms. Mmm.I couldn't wait to get to those! The downy black hair, so new to his young body, would smell so great - especially after a good sweating! "Whatddya want me to do, Daddy?" "First I want you to put this blindfold on, baby." I said, tossing a navy bandana to him. Without even asking why, he began to stoop to pick it up from where I tossed it, but I stopped him. "Turn around first." He smiled at me, and faced the other way. Now he bent down and I watched his cord shorts cling tightly to his firm, round ass, the cleft between his cheeks clearly defined. He hesitated for a moment, standing slowly. This boy had been doing this for a while - he knew how to work his clients! He tied the bandana slowly, giving me plenty of time to watch the strong muscles of his teenage back play under his golden skin. When he finished, he let his arms down to his sides, and waited for further instructions. He was a good, obedient boy. I stood and walked toward him, gripping his sides softly. I pressed against him and he relaxed back against me. I checked to make sure his blindfold was secure, and then kissed his neck. He lifted his arms to touch the back of my neck, turning his face to try to meet mine. I saw a delightful opportunity, and raised my hands to touch under his arms. The hair was softer than I'd even imagined, and dry. "Do you like my pits, Daddy?" He asked me. "Mm-hmm." I affirmed. I brought one hand up to his chin and forced his head back until I could kiss his mouth. The boy's lips were soft and sweet - he tasted as though he'd just had some cherry candy. Probably a delightful turn-on to the pedophiles out there who take this boy and fantasize about someone even younger. I had to admit, it fed into my fantasy. But then, my fantasy was this boy here, in my arms. He opened his mouth, and reached his young tongue in to mine. I let him search and explore my mouth, still stroking the soft hair under his arms. I could feel my hormones building, I knew I was going to snap soon and take him roughly. Not rape, at all, but that sudden urge most men get when a fresh burst of testosterone suddenly surges into their blood. I released him and turned him to face me. "Come." I instructed. I took his hands and pulled him back to the chair I had been sitting in. I sat, and directed him to sit on my lap, which he did with a smile. He sat, leaning into me, with one hand on my chest. "You feel strong, Daddy." He teased. "You feel like a big Daddy." He slid his hand lower along my chest. I felt him begin to reach under my belt buckle. "Can I see how big you are, Daddy?" "If you want." I said, smiling. He reached both hands down and pulled my belt buckle open quickly, but without hurry. He didn't make me feel rushed, like partners I've had. He just knew what he was doing. At fifteen. Open came the belt, and he popped the top button of my slacks. Sliding the zipper down, he giggled. Genuinely! "What?" I asked. He shrugged. "I like this part, Daddy. That's all." "My dick?" "I definitely like your dick, Daddy. But I like sitting on your lap and reaching for it. It's nice." He put his hands on either side of my face, and kissed me again. The swoop I was expecting came as he said this. I leapt up, slipping him into my arms like I was going to carry my bride over the threshold. He took it all in stride, tossing his arms around my neck. I tossed him on the nearby bed and dove on top of him. I had his face between my hands, my thick body straddled over his slim one. I kissed him over and over, letting the wave wash through me. As it began to subside, I nibbled his ear. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you, too, Daddy." He responded. Clearly he was familiar with this game. He slipped his arms free from under me and reached for my fly. Pulling the zipper all the way down, Brad reached in and caressed my dick through the briefs I was wearing. "You really are big, aren't you Daddy?" "Big enough to take care of my baby." I answered. He pushed my slacks down as far as they would go in this position, and massaged my dick through my underwear. "Daddy, it feels great!" He rubbed his hands up and down my thighs. "Your legs feel really strong, Daddy. Do you work out?" "Yeah." I said. "Do you like it?" "I love it!" He exclaimed. "Most of my daddies are nasty men with-" "Brad." I said sternly. "Don't talk about those other men." I leaned forward and kissed his lips. "I'm your only Daddy now." He smiled, following instantly. "You're the best Daddy in the world." His hands explored their way around to my ass. "Maybe later I can eat your ass." He said. "Please, Daddy?" I smiled. "Absolutely." It was getting easier and easier to modulate my voice. Brad returned to my front and pulled the waistband of my underwear down. "I can't wait to taste you, Daddy." He said softly. One hand wrapped around my throbbing dick, the other slid underneath to grasp delicately at my nuts. Damn, this boy was good! I felt like I was ready to blow any second! "Stop, baby." I commanded, pulling his hands off me. His face looked pained. "Didn't you.like it, Daddy?" I chuckled softly. "Of course, baby!" I whispered. "You're too good - I didn't want to waste the first cream on a hand job, though." He smiled. "Oh. Did you want me to suck you off?" He reached for my dick again. "I'd love to suck you off, Daddy. He licked his lips. "Maybe you'll let me eat your cum." He said innocently. "Ohh." I groaned. I got off him and sat back at the head of the bed, kicking off my pants and underwear. With my legs spread, I instructed Brad. "Come up here. You can eat anything. Anything for my baby." He grinned. Quickly kicking off his shoes and pushing his shorts down, he groped his way up to me. "Do I still have to wear the blindfold?" He pouted. "I really want to see you, Daddy." He grabbed my dick and licked the tip, sending fireworks off in my vision. "I wanna see your massive prick." I ran my fingers through his black hair. "No, why don't you leave it on for a while. I like it this way." He obeyed with a grin. "Yes, Daddy." Then he took the whole length of my dick in his mouth. Now, I'm not a giant man. I'm not some porn star with a three-foot-cock to ream little ones with. I had a barely-larger-than-average dick. But Brad took the whole thing in a single swallow, without so much as a whimper. He was fucking good! "Baby, that's so good." I moaned. "You're incredible." Brad only had to swallow my length a couple times before the waves of orgasm exploded out of me. I wanted to talk dirty to him, continue the play we've had, but I couldn't! I gasped through it, trying desperately not to cry out. He was that good! I was so glad I was laying back on a comfy hotel bed - I think I would've fallen down even if I was sitting upright! The moment I started cumming Brad backed off my dick, until only the head was in his mouth. He lapped at the spurting meat, swallowing everything. It drove me on, further than any orgasm I've ever had, better than any sex in my life! I finally, after what seemed like an eternity, came down off the high. Brad was diligently licking my dick clean, softly squeezing out any cum leftover. "Oh baby.that was incredible." I moaned, brushing my fingers through his hair. Brad licked his lips sweetly. "It sure was." He grinned. I grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up on top of me. We kissed like new lovers, which I would love to become. I would love to wake up next to Brad every morning, shower with him, take care of him. I wanted Brad to be mine. Only. I could taste cum on his tongue. I could feel his heartbeat through our chests. I could feel his dick pressed into my thigh like a bar of iron. "Baby, come up here and let Daddy take care of you." I said. "Come feed Daddy your meat." Brad slowly slid up my body, teasing me with the sight of his tight young form mere inches from my face. I was soon faced with his beautiful dick. The shiny black pubic hair surrounding his member was a bit thin, presumably due to his age. The shaft was long and thin, a vein or two snaking across the surface. The head was a bright red, precum leaking from the piss-slit. I licked it tenderly, letting the flavor of Brad's sexual juices wash over my tongue. I wanted to make it last. I wanted to make him beg to be finished, to drive him into higher places than he'd ever been with previous clients. But I couldn't help myself. I swallowed the whole thing, letting the fat head push into my throat. I wanted his cum. Brad cried out, a high-pitched, childish cry, reminding me of his tender age. At fifteen, he was dancing on the cusp of manhood, part of his body already blooming, part of him running to catch up. I wondered if he was cumming a lot yet. I sucked the shaft, sliding up and down it over and over again. Brad panted heavily, gripping my hair. "Oh, Daddy!" He cried out loudly. The people next door probably heard him, but what did we care? We'd never see them again. I loved hearing the fifteen-year-old cry out "Daddy." Pulling his dick from my lips, I watched it swell again to it's full, young size. His nuts hung loosely still, swaying pendulously beneath him. I pulled him forward, one hand cupping his gorgeous ass, and the other lifting his sack and feeding it to my lips. I kissed his balls, nuzzling the down-covered scrotum, suckling them. I sucked one hefty ball, then the other, over and over. His scent was intoxicating! I pushed him back slightly, and spit on his dick. Wrapping my hand around his beautiful shaft, I jacked him slowly, really trying to work him for all he was worth. He gasped, his hands on my head suddenly more insistent, and a shot of semen blasted from his dick to strike my chest. Another hit the hollow of my neck, and another on my chest again before I managed to stuff this fountain of youth back into my mouth and swallow his creamy seed. The boy's sperm was thin, but full, squishing through my teeth and over my tongue just like any man's. There was a sweet tang to it, whether from diet or youth I don't know. But to this day I've never in my life tasted cum more wonderful than Brad's. He let me lick him clean, waiting until I released his penis from both my mouth and my hand. He slid down, to lay his head back on my chest. I stopped him just before he laid in his own cum. "What's wrong, Daddy?" He said sweetly. "You sucked me off so well I need to rest for a minute." I laughed, trying to keep myself mysterious. "You nearly laid in your own cum, Brad-baby. Maybe you should lick me clean first." He smiled, and bent forward, blindly licking my chest. He found a spot or two, and cleaned it well. I watched as Brad licked his way over every square inch of my hairy chest. As he crawled higher to get to my neck, finding yet another spurt of his, I settled back with my hands behind my head to enjoy the tongue bath from the hottest young man I'd ever known. Brad finished, snuggling closer to my now-clean body. When he realized how I was laying, he reached a hand out and stroked my underarm. "Mmm, I see why you liked my pits, Daddy. Yours are nice, too." He slid over and kissed the hollow in my pit, tickling me with his tongue. It felt wonderful, lying with the boy lapping my body. He sat back, inadvertently poking his own ass with my stiff dick. We laughed together, and he smiled. "I think that's a sign, Daddy." He kissed my chest. "You promised you'd rim me and then fuck the hell out of me." I grabbed him and rolled him over, so I was now above him and he was laying back on the giant hotel bed. I pushed his arms up and kissed his soft pits. He'd been working up a sweat, and they were no longer dry. I lapped the salty sweat from his body, working my way to a dark nipple, sharply pointed. My tongue teased it to a magnificent hardness, and I twirled my tongue around it, watching his young body squirm. His washboard belly came up beneath me, drawing even more kisses. I licked his navel, nibbling the sparse hair that trailed downward to his groin. I breathed deeply as I reached his pubic hair, reveling in his young musk. I couldn't help it - I licked his cock from base to tip and back before swallowing it again. He whimpered. I jacked the rod into my mouth, hoping he'd have it in him to cum again in my mouth, but no such luck. He was too experienced, and I'd already drained one off him. He wasn't going to cum anytime soon unless he wanted to. "You have anything in there for me?" I asked. He grinned. "You want more?" I nodded, and realized he couldn't see it. "Yes, please." "Well," he shrugged, "Keep going, and I'm sure you'll make me cum again. So I did. I slurped and sucked and swallowed and did everything in my repertoire to bring him off as best I can. "Oh, Daddy! He began panting. "It's.it's coming! Oh, Daddy, you're so good!" I felt his cock swelling. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum in your mouth! Oh, god, Daddy!" His dick loosed a blast of sweet cum and I swallowed, letting the boy's goodness ooze down my gullet. He fired shot after shot, filling my mouth with fifteen-year-old's sperm, young but very potent. I hummed my approval, and he moaned. I swallowed again, letting the entire load go down at once. Brad moaned loudly. I cleaned the boy's dick thoroughly, making sure to taste every crease and crevice for hidden semen. I'd gotten every drop. I lifted his legs up, pushing him back until his asshole was staring up at me. It looked so inviting. I buried my face between his asscheeks, slurping at his hole. It was tight. Tighter than I'd expected a teenage prostitute's ass to be. He writhed under my oral ministrations, begging for more, driving me further. "Oh, Daddy, your tongue feels so hot in my ass! I can't wait until you force your fat cock inside me. I want you to fuck me hard, Daddy! Please fuck me hard!" His taunts were having the desired effect - I was surging with need for this boy! I snatched a condom off the nightstand, pulling it open as I licked Brad's butthole. I slipped it over my hungry dick and tossed the wrapper to the floor, again reaching to the nightstand for the lube. I squeezed a handful and tossed it to the side of the bed, and began jacking myself off. The lube was cold, but that's okay. My engorged dick heated it up pretty quickly. I took my lubed hand and rubbed the fingers around Brad's young, waiting hole. Pushing two fingers into him to start, I stretched him open. "Oh, Daddy!" He shouted. The people on the other side of the wall would have heard that one. "Please fuck me!" Brad cried out. "I wanna feel your big cock inside me, Daddy!" I pulled my fingers from him. "Fine." I smiled, though he couldn't see. "You've asked for it, sexy." I pressed my dick to his hole and pushed forward mercilessly. His face scrunched up as I entered the boy, but he didn't cry out anymore. I groaned myself as his hotness enveloped me. "You're so hot, Brad-baby. Your ass is so fuckin' hot." "Your dick is massive!" He panted. "I feel like you're going to split me in two!" I know my dick is a little larger than average, but he was clearly trying to turn his Daddy on with naughty praise. I'd take it. I slid back, and Brad's mouth hung open in a silent yell. I pushed forward, thumping my hips into his ass. He wheezed as his breath left him. Again and again, I slid slowly from him and pushed back in, fucking him more slowly than I thought I could stand. Brad was biting his lower lips so hard I though he would bite it off completely. I forced my dick in entirely, and leaned forward, kissing his lips. "Are you okay, baby?" I nibbled his faintly-stubbled chin. "Uh-huh," he panted. "It's like heaven." His voice sounded sort of dreamy. "Heaven, huh?" I asked, chuckling. "I know you're heaven to me." I kissed his lips again, his tongue reaching out to meet mine. "You're so beautiful, Brad-baby." I whispered, nibbling his neck, his earlobe. "I love you so much, Bradley." His body froze. I froze, too, knowing full well what had happened. He knew. He hands reached up and snatched the blindfold off, his eyes wide with shock. "Dad? Oh, fuck, Dad!" I didn't really know what to say to make him feel better. Not only did he have his actual father's dick up his ass, he was also caught hooking by his father. Plus the whole incest taboo must be wreaking havok on him. I smiled, as genuinely as I could. "Brad, baby, I love you. I will always love you, no matter what." His face was white with shock. I felt his asshole clamp down repeatedly on my still-firm dick. "Dad, I-I don't-I mean, I'm not-" I pressed my lips firmly to his, silencing him. Pulling back only slightly, I stared into his eyes. "You're my son, and I love you. That's all that matters." I kissed him again. Flexing my cock inside him, I grabbed his earlobe in my teeth. "I love you." I licked the side of his neck, nibbling and kissing. I pulled from his ass a little, and pushed back in, beginning to fuck him so slowly again. "I love you, baby." I said again into his ear. I repeated it, so softly, with each and every thrust of my cock. His hands went around my sides, and he pulled me closer. I found my way back to his mouth and kissed him again. This time he opened his mouth and kissed his Daddy for real. I felt the orgasm rush forward and sweep through me as my nuts drained themselves into my little boy's ass. I flooded his bowels with jizz, the same that had made him years earlier. He moaned, and I felt his dick spasm beneath me, our bellies growing slick with his boycream. I kissed him again, his eyes twinkling now. "I love you, Daddy." I smiled. "I love you, too, Bradley."