Date: 20 Mar 2001 19:08:37 -0800 From: CandyMan Subject: Daddy Daddy 03 I want to thank everyone for the kind words that you emailed me about the story. Keep 'em cumming! 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 3 - Life's Little Twists I hung up the phone and just stood there. What the hell was I doing? I had just called Kyle and told him I wanted to talk. I was terrified. I had faced my parents when I came out to them at 15 years old. I had faced four very long years of high school and being the school 'fag'. Not once did I back down. Not once was I scared in my life. Now here I was at 31 confronting a mistake from my past. No. No matter what, I could never think of Kyle as a mistake. That was the wrong attitude and I knew it. In that matter, Cheryl was right. And I did want to get to know him better. But a part of me wanted what was started earlier today. God I was confused. How was I going to tell my family? My friends were going to die when they found out that I had a son and that he was only 14 years younger than myself. I had no idea what to do. I looked at myself in the mirror. He would be here in just a few minutes. I needed to change! What was appropriate? Why was I worried about what he thought of me? I may be confused but I was clear headed enough to realize that he had set me up today. He had wanted it to happen. That little pervert! I started chuckling to myself. Fine. If it's what he wants, then it's what he's going to get. I opened another beer and began taking off my clothes. In just a few moments I had stripped and put on a black jockstrap and my robe. It was cut at mid-thigh so showed off my legs very nicely. Just as I finished tying the strap around my waist there was a knock at the door. I downed the beer, threw the bottle in the trash and opened the door. "Hi, Kane," Kyle said when I opened the door. I think my jaw hit the floor. He smiled shyly. What I saw made my mouth water. He was wearing blue spandex biking shorts with a white stripe down the sides, a loose fitting tank top that displayed his arms and pecs in just the right amount. He was also barefoot. Now I have a thing for guys that are barefoot but I don't care for foot worship. I don't know what it is, but seeing a guy barefoot turns me on. Go figure. "Um, you can call me Dad," I said. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I wanted him, but I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself, it's not natural. However my dick throbbed with other notions of what was natural. "Come in." "Look," he said as he came in, "I know that it had to be a shock to you earlier at dinner to find out that I was your son. But I." "Shhhhh," I said putting my finger to his lips. I decided that no matter what, I had to say a few things. Before I even dealt with the encounter from this afternoon, I had to deal with other things first. "I want to talk to you. This is kind of strange for me. I'm only 31 and I've never had to be responsible for someone else. If you move in with me it's going to create such utter chaos for me. I have to decide and determine if I am ready for that." He looked crestfallen. I then realized that my thoughts of sex with him were really inappropriate. "I need to change. It was wrong for me to put these on just yet." "Please, don't," he said almost in a whisper. He looked up at me as I turned to face him. "Wear that. It looks good on you." I stared at him a moment. So okay, part of me didn't want to change. Hell, to be honest, part of me did thrill in the idea of throwing him down on the bed and having my wicked way with him. But more was at stake here than my own horniness. I decided not to change (although I knew better). "Come on, let's talk over here," I said taking his hand and guiding him to the bed. This time though we sat on the edge. "I guess what I am trying to find out is if I am man enough to be the father you need. Or am I only going to end up being a friend." "Can't you be both to me," he said. "I won't lie. I enjoyed this afternoon. I've dreamed of this for a few years now. Maybe it was wrong of me. But it's what I wanted and what I needed and only you could give it me." "Whoa," I said. "That was only sex. You can get that from anyone. What you really want and really need is love. Something that only someone closer to your age can give you," I said. "Only someone closer.? You know, Dad," he replied emphasizing the word Dad, "you sound like you have cut out a good portion of potential lovers or husbands or boyfriends or whatever it is you are looking for." "What's that supposed to mean," I asked. "Look at you. You said you're 31 and never had to be responsible for anyone else. Love is not limited to an age bracket. It's not limited by any boundary: race, religion or sex. Love is love. Like a husband loves his wife, lovers love each other, like a son loves his father. But, hell, I don't even know you as a father," he retorted getting up off the bed. "Then how on Earth could you possibly love me," I snapped. "You're right. You don't know me. And I don't know you." I realized that I was about to make a real mistake. I took a deep breath. "But we need to learn about each other. Let's not fight. We just met each other today for the first time. Even as twisted as that was." "Yeah, I guess it was at that," he said watching me. "So - what do you want to know?" "Everything," I said patting the bed beside me. He sat down beside me. We ended up talking for hours. We talked about the events of our lives. Schools, crushes, family - we just talked. And drank. Before I knew it, I was totally drunk. But then so was he. "So, Dad, how old were you the first time you had real sex with another guy," he asked leaning back on the bed. "Getting kind of personal, aren't you," I asked. He giggled at me. "Well, I look at it like this," he said sitting back up and draping an arm over my shoulder, "I had your dick down my throat and you had my dick down your throat. How much more personal can we get?" I just looked at him for a second and started laughing. "For a kid, you're pretty smart sometimes." I took another swig from my beer bottle. "So you gonna tell me," he asked laying his hand on my leg. I looked down at it for a moment and tried to think. "How old were you?" "Fifteen. Just turned fifteen," I said. His hand was warm and I could feel his breath on my cheek. "My best friend, Marcus." "So, what happened to him," he asked moving his hand up my thigh. Warning bells went off in my head. "No." I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "We can't." "Why not," he asked. "We both want it." He was trying to move closer to me but I stopped him. I looked into his face. He looked like an angel with his blonde hair and blue eyes. His lips were thin but oh so soft. Ok, as I said before, I did want him. "Yeah, I do want you. Even if you are my son," I replied raising my hand to cup his face. "But we gotta talk this through." "We've been talking all night," he complained. "I'm through talking for tonight. I want to suck your dick." "Look," I said. "I'm drunk." I couldn't think. My head was in an alcoholic stupor and I knew I was going to be in trouble. "I noticed," he said smiling. He leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. "We can talk more tomorrow. Let's have sex." I chuckled at him. "No one says 'Let's have sex.' Sounds like you're ordering dessert." "I am," he said kissing me again. "One sexy daddy with cream sauce." I groaned. "That was a bad joke." When did my robe come open? Kane moved his hands over my chest and kissed me a third time. This time I felt his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth with the intent to protest. Somehow we ended with our tongues in each other's mouths exploring. I broke away. "If I don't say this now," I said, "I never will. I can try to be the father you want me to be, and I can try to be your friend. I'm not sure if I can commit to being your lover." He looked like he wasn't sure what to say. "How about we try the father-son relationship as friends," he said, "with benefits?" That was a concept my brain just wasn't ready for. It balked at trying to comprehend it. My dick had other ideas. "We'll talk more in the morning," I said grabbing his tank top and pulling him to me. I kissed him and kissed him hard. His hands went straight for my robe and started pushing it off my shoulders. I in turn pulled his tank top off of him. I started sucking on his neck. His skin tasted like honey. I let my hand drop down to his ass and grabbed his ass cheek and squeezed. "Oooh, yeah," he moaned attacking my neck. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy." I started to pull his shorts of him. I bent down and licked his nipple as I pulled the spandex off of him. That's when I noticed for the first time he was wearing a jockstrap also - a black one at that. "Oh, yeah," I said. "You're definitely daddy's boy through and through." I pulled my hand back and gave his ass a slap. I bit into his nipple at the same time giving him a double dose of light pain. He groaned loudly. I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him away from me. I wanted to look into his face. He was beautiful. I pulled him to me and kissed him again. Then I shoved his face onto my chest. "Lick Daddy's nipples, son. Show me you know what a man wants." He licked my chest for all he was worth. As I got on my knees on the bed, I applied a little pressure to his shoulders and forced him down. Okay, so maybe forced was a little strong of a word. He seemed just as eager to get there as I was for him to be there. In a few seconds he was sprawled on his stomach across the bed and I had his face buried in my crotch. I reached down and grabbed both of his ass cheeks. His butt was perfectly framed within the straps of the jock. He was licking my pouch and I could feel him lightly nibbling my dick through the fabric. I ran my fingers through his hair as I pushed him into my crotch even more. I wondered briefly it was possible to get rug burns on your face from a jockstrap. Watching his ass wiggle as he mouthed my crotch was too much. I fell down on the bed beside him with us in a 69 position. I began licking his cock through the strap. The black material got even darker as I licked and soaked it with my spit. I began kneading his ass with my hands and forcing him onto my face. The entire time I was doing this he had been playing in my crotch as well. I felt him release my balls from the confines of the pouch. Then he began licking them. His tongue was like velvet. After a few swipes I felt Kyle suck in my right nut and then my left. I then felt my cock swing free from my jockstrap. He was on it like a kid with a lollipop. As he began sucking me, I pulled him on top of me as I rolled on my back. In this position, it was easier for me to lick my way to his ass. His hole was a tight pink pucker with just the slightest dusting of blond hair. I kissed each cheek as I pulled them apart. I licked him from the perineum up to the top of his ass. Kyle shivered and moaned as I hit his hole. I began licking his ass in small circles around his hole. Each time I would come close to his tight little canal he would clench it even tighter. I decided the best way to get him to relax was a full assault. I dove onto that pucker and shoved my tongue in him as far as I could get it. "Oh.god," he moaned letting my dick slip from his mouth. He rested his face on my crotch for a moment. "Eat my ass, Dad. I never knew.shit that feels goooooood." His ass tasted of soap and a light scent of male musk. I could tell he had taken a shower before I called him. I wet my finger and pushed into him. He tightened his sphincter around my finger and held it there. I began licking and lightly biting his ass around my digit. He relaxed and I pushed in further. We began a game of cat and mouse. I would finger fuck him lightly and he would clamp down. Then I would rim him some more and he would relax. This went on for some time until I had three fingers sliding in and out of him. I slid out from under him and kissed him again. "I almost came," he said. "I've never felt anything like that." "The best is yet to come," I promised. He was lying on his back and I crawled between his legs. I leaned down and lay on top of him. I kissed him as I ran my hands down his sides to his thighs and then to his knees. I brought his legs up and he instinctively wrapped them around my waist. "Are you sure you can handle this?" He looked at me with the realization that this was the moment he had been waiting for. His cherry was about to be busted wide open. For a moment he looked scared. Then his teenage lust overtook him. "I said I wanted you to fuck me and I meant it. Do it to me, Dad. Fuck me!" I wet my fingers with spit and coated the head of my dick with it. I gently pressed it against his hole. "You have to relax, son," I whispered. "Now relax and let Daddy in." "God it hurts," he gasped as the first two inches slipped into him all at once. I started to pull out. "No! Just.give me a minute.to get used to it." I spit on my fingers and coated a little more of cock. After a moment I pushed a little more into him. I slowly slid out and then pushed back in. His face contorted several times as the pleasure and pain of his first butt fuck tore through him. After a few minutes I was able to begin a slow, methodic pumping into his ass. It was a tight fit and his ass was so hot inside. If it hadn't been for the beer interfering with my sensitivity I would have cum upon penetration. As it was I was able to last. I began building speed. I leaned back and pulled his legs from my waist to lift him a little higher. I was also able to look down and watch as my dick appeared and disappeared into his cock hungry hole. "Yeah, now you're Daddy's little love slave. You like feeling my dick up your ass, don't you?" "Yes, Daddy," he said as he began jacking himself off. "Oh, Daddy, Daddyyyy! Fuck my ass. Show me how daddy fucks. Oh.I'm cumming!" Teenagers - no self-control. Kyle shot all over himself. He had cum on his face, in his hair, all over his chest and stomach. I pushed his legs back further and leaned in on him. I had his weight supported on his shoulder blades and I looked like I was doing some major push ups. Only I was doing them with my dick in his ass. I licked his cum off his face and anywhere else I could reach as I pounded his butt into the mattress. "Oh yeah," I moaned as he tightened his ass more. In post orgasmic shivers, he would tighten his muscles until I could barely move in him. That was all I needed. I pulled out of his ass just in time to spray him with my cream. "Take Daddy's cum," I said as he opened his mouth to try and catch as much as he could. I pumped the last few squirts out on his chest. He began rubbing his chest as I tried to catch my breath. "Your cum tastes like mine," he said sucking on a finger. I collapsed onto him feeling our slime between our chests. He offered me another cum coated finger. I sucked it into my mouth. "I can't tell," I said smiling. "Guess I'll have to taste them separately some other time." "Does this mean you're ready," he asked nuzzling my neck. He kissed me once on the cheek and then laid his head on my chest. I reached down and rubbed a few puddles of cum off his right nipple. I stuck my finger in his mouth. "I can taste my ass on your fingers." "When did you ever taste your own ass," I asked kissing his forehead. "Well, never," he said. "But that didn't taste like our cum." I scooped up the last bit of cum and tasted it. "Yeah," I agreed, "that extra taste is your ass. Sweet." "Well," he said lifting his head to look at me. "You're beautiful," I said pulling him down and cradling him in my arms. "No father in his right mind would say no to having you in his life." "I love you, Dad," he whispered getting comfortable next to me. "I love you, too. Let's sleep. We got a lot of planning to do tomorrow."