Date: 15 Mar 2001 18:50:50 -0800 From: CandyMan Subject: Daddy Daddy 02 I want to thank everyone for the kind words that you emailed me about the story. I hope that this next installment is just as enjoyable. All the usual disclaimers apply. Author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed to pay sites or sites that require an AVS, unless written permission is obtained from the author. All comments welcome - flames ignored. Thanks, The CandyMan tscandyman@icqmail.com Daddy Daddy Part 2 - Meeting Dad I entered my hotel room alone. Mom had stayed at the restaurant trying to calm Kane.umm, Dad down. I just prayed he didn't mention anything about this afternoon to her. It had been bad enough when she found out I was gay. I couldn't imagine what she would have done if she found out that I had agreed to sex with him. Agreed hell - I had been praying it would happen. I had known from an early age that my real father was not around. Mom didn't marry Brad until I was five. I remember once asking about my father. Unfortunately that had been in front of my grandparents. Granddad had a fit. He told me I was never to ask about my real father in his presence or discuss him. Granddad said that my so-called father was just a no-good, punk kid who would never amount to a thing and that I should be proud to have a stepfather like Brad. I remember running to my room and crying for hours. I was seven at the time. Mom came to me later and explained a few things. She told me she was real young when she got pregnant with me. Granddad had to take care of Mom and I for a long time and so he was very protective. She also told me that when I was older she would help me get in touch with my real father but that would have to wait and that I could not tell Granddad. It was to be our secret. I promised. When I was fifteen I confronted her about the promise. I remember having to push the issue. Finally I told her why I wanted to know so badly. "Mom, I love you very much. But I have to know why I am the way I am," I said. "I think that I am.no, I am gay. I like boys. And I want to know if it's genetic." Mom was floored. That weekend was one of the longest of my life. Mom told me about everything. How I was conceived, about Granddad moving her away from her hometown and getting her private tutors so that her reputation wasn't sullied. She was barely fifteen when I was born. She told me that she believed homosexuality was inherent in certain genes. She felt it had to be. Her reasoning was that I got it from my father. Then it was my turn to be floored. One of her best friends from her hometown had written her and told her Kyle came out to everyone a year after she had moved away. At first she felt it was her fault but then she realized that it had to be something in him. I think my coming out was the first noticeable wedge between Mom and Brad. He had treated me like his own son until then. After that he was cold, it hurt me a lot. We had done so many father-son things that I could almost pretend sometimes that he was my father. That was when I found the book by my real dad. He had become a writer; something that Mom had told me. I found one of his books at the mall one day. It had his picture on the back. He was gorgeous. I bought the book. I didn't tell Mom I had it. On days when I was really down and depressed, I would pull it out and stare at his picture. I would imagine that he would show up out of nowhere ready to take me away from everything. From there it didn't take long before my fantasies had him coming in, throwing me over his shoulder then taking me away to his mansion where he would have his way with me. I imagined the mansion as a place where we would live our lives with me as his boy-toy. My father become an obsession and the biggest sexual fantasy I could dream of. I kept after Mom to help me find him. Finally, she did. It was a few months ago. I hounded her to call him. I think it took a lot. The final clinch came when she was offered a very posh position within her corporation that would send her overseas. I was not about to leave the States without ever knowing my Dad and meeting him. I used the excuse that I wanted to go to Atlanta Tech for school after graduation. I had found out that it was almost on his doorstep. It couldn't have been more ironic. Then this expo came up. It was close enough to Atlanta to warrant calling him for a first time meeting. Mom had two weeks left before she had to leave for the UK. It was now or never. So she called and the next thing I know I'm standing in our hotel room checking myself out in the mirror. I had made up my mind that the first man I was going to have sex with was my real father. Mom had told me that when they were in high school they had maintained contact, but when they both went to college, they stopped. So I knew he did not have any pictures of me. Not current ones anyway. I just hoped that I was his type. It was everything that I could do to keep from springing a hard on in my bikini trunks. I knew he was due to check in this afternoon. Mom and I were supposed to meet him for dinner. Although she hadn't told him why she wanted to meet him. I went down to the pool to wait. But I didn't have to wait long. I saw him approach the pool and he was wearing swim trunks similar to mine. He was better looking in person. He was about my height, maybe an inch taller. His hair was a darker shade of blonde and he had bright green eyes. He had a killer smile. I noticed that his goatee was more red than blonde. I think he's much sexier than the black and white photo on the book. I started to get hard and realized I was staring. That's when I dove in the water. I came up for air and didn't see him. I turned around and he dove in. Within ten minutes I was in his hotel room loosing my virginity (somewhat). I think I slipped up and even called him Dad. I don't think he noticed. When he kissed me I melted. When he went down on me I thought I had died. Then when I went down on him I almost came just from his taste. His cum was so much like mine. I wondered if it was possible for a son to taste just like his father. It seemed so in our case. (God, how many nights had I jacked off thinking of my father and ate my own cum wishing it was his?) Then as we lay together in the afterglow of oral sex, Mom calls to confirm dinner. I hightailed it out of there. As I left I had to laugh a little, he never asked me for my name. I thought it was kind of funny - my father was a slut for chicken. I decided to take a shower and wait for Mom to return from dinner. I stripped out of my clothes and turned on the water. I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look like my dad somewhat. I had the cleft in my chin like he did. I definitely had the same dick. I rubbed my nipples and ran my left hand down my stomach. God I was horny thinking about sucking off my father again. I ran my right hand down my side and over my right ass cheek. I slipped hand into the crack of my ass. What would it be like to be fucked by him? I wondered if he would object to taking his son's cherry ass? Then I remembered his reaction to my appearance at the dinner table. He choked on his drink when I walked up. God, he better not say anything to Mom. However, the thought was getting to me. I stepped into the shower and began soaping up. I rubbed the soap bar all over my chest. I started playing my nipples, twisting and pulling on them until they tingled. Wow, did that feel wonderful when Dad licked and chewed on them. I licked my lips absently as I remembered him pushing my head to his chest. I could still hear him, "Suck on my tits, boy!" His nipples were identical to mine. Hell, almost everything about him was identical to me. It was obvious he was my father. I reached under my dick and past my nuts to soap up my asshole. With one hand I kept torturing my tits and with the other I rubbed my hole. I kept thinking of Dad coming into the shower. What if he caught me masturbating? I thought of him getting in the shower with me. He would kiss me, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I would suck on it like it was another dick. I could almost feel his hands on my ass, prying it open. He would turn me around and bend me over. That's when I feel him behind me. He rubs my ass for several moments and then I feel it for the first time. His tongue darts out against my tight pucker. He rims me, trying to relax my virgin ass for his invasion. I can feel the stubble from his goatee rubbing my cheeks. Then after several minutes I feel his finger enter me. I gasp as he inserts first one finger in my ass, then a second. He pulls my ass open a little and then I feel more of his tongue. He's drilling deeper in my ass. After a few more minutes, I feel him stand up behind me. I held my breath as I felt his large cockhead make contact with my hole. Slowly he pushed in. It stung at first. God it hurts and I almost ask him to stop. Almost. Then I remember how long I have been waiting for this. I need him to fuck me, to make me his forever. After a moment he pauses. Then he starts pulling out. As he does, I begin to feel empty. Just as I'm about to ask him to put it back in me, he pushes in. In what seems like seconds, he's moving in and out of me as if I was made for his cock. Maybe I was. "Oh yeah, Dad," I beg, "fuck me. Show me how much you love my ass." "You like having Daddy's cock up inside of you," he asked shoving in me so that I could feel the full length of his dick. I tightened my ass around it. God it felt good. "Yes, Daddy," I moaned. "Give me more." "It looks like Daddy's little boy has a cock hungry fuckhole." "Only for you, Daddy." Now his cock is ramming in and out of my ass at a blinding speed. I moan and groan. I love the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. He feels like he's part of me. All too soon though I feel the surge building. I look down between my legs to see my dick start shooting. The force of the shot is strong enough to land in my mouth and I instinctively swallow. I'm able to swallow the next two shots as well. That's when I realize that I hadn't touched my dick, and that I still had three fingers pistoning in and out of my ass. I had just finished showering and was flipping the channels when the phone rang. Mom had not made it back yet so I answered it expecting it to be her. "Kyle?" "Kane.Dad," I said startled. "Uh, yeah," he said. "Look, Cheryl.your Mom, is on her way back to the room. I was wondering, ..would you like to come to my room so we can talk." I could tell by his voice he was scared. "Sure." "I'll see you in a few minutes then," he said. "I assume you remember which room it was?" I knew it was an attempt to ease the situation. He was nervous. So was I. "Yeah. I remember." "Then I'll see you in a few," he said and hung up. More to come..