Date: 12 May 2001 23:05:24 -0700 From: TS Candyman Subject: Daddy Daddy Part 8 Again and as always, I wish to thank everyone who has contacted me and has been following along with the series. I also want thank anyone who has enjoyed it that is new. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from people. One of the reasons I started writing the series. All the usual disclaimers apply. Author retains all rights -- except those granted to Nifty Archive. 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. Love, luck & lollipops, The CandyMan tscandyman@icqmail.com ------------------------------------------ Daddy Daddy Part 8 -- My Daddy Had a Secret "Luuuu-ceeee! I'm home," I heard from the front door. I stuck my head out from the bathroom. "Funny, Lou," I replied. God he looked good enough to eat. "Dad left for San Fran an hour ago, where the hell have you been?" Dad had left for a book signing for his new collection. There was also to be a display or something at some studio. He had asked Lou to stay with me for the four days that he would be gone. "Working," he replied with a stern look on his face. "Something you should try at your age. Look at you -- 17 and smooching off your father." "Yes, I do smooch on my daddy-man," I said stepping out of the bathroom. Lou's eyes popped out of his head. "I take it you like?" I was wearing the jockstrap. I had gotten really into wearing them. That first night here at Dad's, Lou had come over and I had it on then. "I have two words for you, kid," he said smiling lecherously, "Yuuuuummmmm- Meeeeee!" "Technically that's one word," I said walking over to him. "But then Neanderthals aren't known for thinking." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him. "And pray tell just what are Neanderthals known for?" "Fucking the hell out of boy pussy," I offered looking him dead in the eyes. I had wanted Lou in a one on one scenario since that first night. I loved Dad and wanted very much to spend my entire life being his son-lover. But I also wanted a little spice in life. And Lou was a flavor I was dying to have. Lou grabbed my ass in his big meaty hands. "Sounds like a plan to me," he muttered kissing me. Dad's kisses were gentle and loving. Frankie and Tony were kind of tentative when they were here. Steve was even good. Lou was fantastic. His lips demanded attention and his tongue forced its way into my mouth. "Just one thing," he said breaking the kiss, "we're going out." "But, Unca Lou," I said pouting, "don't you want to shove your thick, hot, hard dick up my tight little hole?" I tilted my head down and looked up at him giving him my best little boy routine. Lou started laughing at me. "I've been looking forward to this since Kane asked me to stay with you," he said lifting my chin up. "And you're good. No wonder your dad sleeps with you. If you give him this kind of treatment it's a wonder he has any energy to even go out of town." "Flattery will get you everything," I replied licking his chest. He was wearing a button shirt that he had unfastened half way down before coming in. He tasted of sweat. It was a musky flavor I wanted to enjoy. "I plan on that," he said growling a little. "But I gotta take a shower and then we both have to get dressed." "I could take a shower with you," I said unfastening the shirt and pulling it off of him. "No," he said heading to the bathroom. I started to follow anyway but as we neared the bathroom he turned quickly. "I said no." He pushed on my chest knocking me onto the bed. I reached for him but he quickly stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. "I'll be out in ten minutes! Be ready!" I stared at the bathroom door. I decided that for now it was probably best to do as he said. I knew I was a slut for cock but I didn't have to act like one all of the time. By the time I got dressed and was adding the final touches to my hair I heard the water to the shower cut off. A few minutes later Lou stepped out. He was drying his hair and didn't have a thing on. "Hey, Kid, you ready yet?" "Oh yeah, I'm ready," I said. The mirror I had been using was on the wall next to the bathroom door. I dropped to my knees and quickly sucked his dick into my mouth. I heard him gasp and I chuckled inwardly. Okay, so I was a slut and I was acting like one. Sue me. His cock had been limp (and even then was about five inches long). It quickly pumped up to full mast. There was no way I could take the full nine incher down my throat. Especially considering how thick it was. I couldn't get my hand around it. His dick was hard and I loved the feel of it as it slid across my lips and over my tongue. I felt Lou's hands running through my hair. This turned me on to no end. Then he tugged at my arms to stand. "Okay, but it has to be quick," he said looking me in the eyes and then kissing me again. "Think you can handle it?" He asked this last part while grabbing my ass. I knew what he wanted. Fortunately it was what I had been wanting all day. "Give it to me hard and fast," I said. He growled his agreement as he yanked my shorts off of me. He pushed me back onto the bed. I kicked off my shoes and the shorts. As Lou bent down and smothered his face in my crotch I pulled my shirt off. He licked the fabric of my jockstrap as he ran his hands up and down my legs. He then started lifting my legs up -- exposing my hole. "Oh yea," he muttered once he had the target in site. "Boy pussy!" He dove onto my hole and I gasped as he shoved his tongue into me. He started working in his fingers. They were long and thick -- just like his cock. After a few minutes of tongue and fingers, Lou lifted my legs straight back to my chest. He took his cock and aimed it at my hole. He pushed in. After a few seconds the head popped into me. I ground my teeth to keep from screaming. "Just relax," Lou coached. I tried. But I was determined -- if my dad could get fucked by this monster meat then so could I. He held still for a few moments to let me adjust. Then he pushed in a little more. After several minutes the burn had faded and the pleasure began. Lou hunkered down onto me and started really fucking my ass. I could barely think with his subway train meat pummeling in and out of my hole. But it felt sooooo good. I kept begging him to fuck me harder and faster. I latched a hand onto his nipple ring and started twisting and pulling. With my other hand I grabbed his ass. He was too big of a man for me to reach his hole this way but I didn't care. I stared into his eyes as he piston fucked me. "Aaaaaaaaah. . . .uhn -- I'm cumming," I grunted. My cock started shooting in the fabric pouch. I hadn't even touched myself. I clamped down as my orgasm shook me. Lou's face twisted for a moment as I caught his prick in a vise grip with my ass. Then he let out another growl as he started shooting his man seed into my bowels. I could feel every squirt as it rushed into me. Lou collapsed on me. I kissed his neck. "I guess we need to get ready," I said. He lifted himself off of me and pulled his dick out of my ass. It was still semi-erect and glistened with his cum and my sweat. I could feel his cum run out of my ass. "Let me shower real quick." I jumped in and more or less rinsed off trying to get out as quickly as possible. As I washed up I reached back and soaped up my ass. It was sore but it was a good sore. I would definitely be reliving this scene in my jack off fantasies for a while. I had some clothes in the bathroom closet so I was able to dress quickly. When I stepped out, Lou was already waiting to go. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt that seemed like a second skin and a pair of black moccasin boots. "You didn't bring any clothes in with you," I said. "Your dad lets me keep some here for when I happen to stay over," he said smiling at me. I wondered about that. "That must happen often for you to keep a change of clothes," I replied. I myself was dressed in a pair of jean shorts, gray knit shirt and sandals. "So, how would you describe your relationship with my dad?" Lou gave me a knowing smile. "He's a wonderful man," he said. "I could love your dad. And I mean truly love him. But I am not the man he is looking for. However we are best friends and probably always will be." For a moment I could see something flash across his face. Sorrow, regret, I wasn't sure exactly what. "I'm sorry I asked," I said stepping up to him. "I didn't mean to bring up something that is obviously painful." He looked me in the eyes. Before I realized it he was hugging me. "You are a lot like your dad," he said. "It's okay. I know that one day I will find someone of my own. Until then I can enjoy what I have." "And what is it that you have," I asked smiling at him as we pulled apart. "One hot 'Daddy-Man' as you put it," he replied, "and his just as hot, horny, young, 'boy-pussy' son. Now, are you ready for a party?" "A party," I asked. "Cool! Just one quick question?" "What's that," he asked. "Is this a date," I asked, "or are we going just as friends?" "Which would you prefer," he asked narrowing his eyes a little. "I would like a date," I replied rubbing my hand across his chest. "That is if you can handle the idea of a date with a minor." "You are only two months from your eighteenth birthday -- which reminds me, we need to plan your dad's birthday in two weeks. But I am fine with the age difference," he said. "I think most guys have fantasies of making it with hot younger guys. Or at least they do at some time in their lives." "Then a date it is," I said. I leaned up to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "Tonight, you are my Daddy-Man!" "Now I don't know about this daddy business," he muttered. I smiled at him. "Let's go have some fun." Lou drove us to a friend's house. I was already having fun as Lou owned a silver Jeep and had the top down. (So much for my hair.) I enjoyed the ride. Dad's apartment was in Midtown but the party was being held in a place south of Atlanta. It was a rural area called Griffin and the guys throwing the party owned a house on about 30 acres of land off the main highway. When we got there, there were about 20 cars parked at the top of the hill. It seemed their driveway wound down to their house. It couldn't be seen from the road. Lou parked and we got out. "Be ready," he said. "These are good friends of mine and your dad's. No one knows who you are or that your dad has a son." "Yeah, I know," I said. "He warned me before he left." Lou took my hand and led me down the driveway. It passed through about 50 yards of trees and then opened up to a house on the right hand side and a big open meadow in front of us and the house. Next to the house the drive way had been expanded into a larger parking area but was being used for a dance area for the party. There were people everywhere. The music was perfect for me. It was a blend of disco, tribal and techno. It was great. I really hadn't even heard the music until we had just about reached the bottom of the hill. Which definitely meant that no one driving by on the road knew there was anything happening here unless they spied the cars. "Lou, you made it," a guy said coming over to us. "Jesse, how've you been," Lou said hugging the guy. He was dad's height with a little bit darker hair and brighter green eyes. He had a goatee and the hair seemed multi-colored -- some blonde, some red, some brown and even a few black hairs mingled in for good measure. He had a stocky build but he didn't look bad. "Great as always, so who's your friend," he asked turning to me with a smile. "This is Kyle. Kyle, this is one of oldest friends, Jesse. He and his lover, James, own the place here," Lou said. "They've been together for over 15 years." "Nice to meet you," Jesse said stepping forward and hugging me. "Hope you don't mind but I hate handshakes. I prefer hugging. Something that was instilled in me from my family." He squeezed me a little and I returned the favor. "No problem," I replied laughing a little. "My family's just as bad. Or at least my mother's side is." "Your dad is a little distant that way," he asked stepping back. Lou let out a quick cough, which did not go unnoticed by Jesse. "Um, actually, my dad and I are real close. I just haven't been around his side of the family very much." "Well, I am sure once you get to know them better, you will find them very affectionate," he said with a devilish grin. I looked at Lou and he gave me a slight shrug. "So, let's join the party and have some fun." Lou put a hand across my shoulder and we joined the fun. We mingled and I met a lot of the people there. It was a mixed crowd altogether: men, women, gay, straight, white, black, Asian. It seemed that our two hosts, Jesse and James, knew a great many people. I did finally get to meet James, a real cute half Filipino -- half American guy. He took me around and introduced me to some of the other guests while Lou made the rounds saying hello to some friends. There were a couple of other guys there that were close to my age. One of them was Chris, a real cute brunette with a slim build. He had a nice round ass and a package that looked promising. Although I still had my heart set on spending the evening in Lou's arms. "So you're with Lou, huh," Chris asked sipping a drink. I was holding a glass of the punch they had been serving. It was real good. This was about my fifth glass of it. "Yeah. He's real nice," I said. We were standing on the patio that overlooked the pool. There were some people swimming of course and others lounging around. "This is our first date." "How'd you meet him?" "Through Kane," I replied not wanting to let anyone know that Kane was my dad. "Do you know him?" "Know him," Chris snorted. "He's one of my ex-boyfriends. I don't know what I ever saw in him." If I had been a cat, my ears would have gone flat just then. But at the same time I was curious. "What happened -- if you don't mind my asking?" "He met someone else," Chris replied. "This was about a month and a half ago. He took off on some vacation. Something about an ex-girlfriend from high school needing a big favor. But when he got back he immediately broke up with me and I heard he moved in some little trick." I started to protest but then caught myself. I glanced across the pool and caught Lou watching me. I saw the look of recognition as he realized who I was talking to. He looked panicked. I smiled warmly at him and nodded once at him. "I think you should call him," I said to Chris. "Talk to him. Can I ask you a personal question?" "Sure, why not?" "Do you love him," I asked. Chris looked at me puzzled. I knew he wondered why I was asking. "Why do you care," he asked. "Whoa -- ease up on the attitude," I replied smiling. "I just think that there may be more to the story than you've heard." "So he did move in some little bitch," Chris snapped. "That fucking whore!" That did it. Something in my snapped and I threw all caution to the wind. I was over his bitchy little attitude towards my dad. "As a matter of fact, he didn't move in some little bitch. He moved me in -- his son. And if you EVER call my father a fucking whore in my presence, I will kick your sorry ass to within an inch of your life," I threatened. I realized that I had been louder than I had meant to be and that most of the people around the pool were staring at me. Except Lou -- he was almost to me by then. "Father," Chris asked. "Yeah -- Kane's my dad. And I don't mean Sugar Daddy either," I said. I figured at this point it was no use back tracking and since the secret was out, I was going to put this little queen in his place. "You have no idea what he's been through and until you can understand where a man has been in his life, you shouldn't be talking about him. With your little pansy-assed attitude I think he's better off without you." "Kyle, that's enough," Lou said stepping in front of me. "Not anywhere near enough," I said trying to step around him. "Look, I'm sorry," Chris said. "I didn't know." "Of course you didn't know! You never bothered to find out," I said. "It's much easier and faster to just assume. . . . ." "I said enough," Lou said grabbing me by the waist. He hoisted me up and put me over his shoulder. "We're leaving." "Put me down," I said beating at his back. "Not til we're at the car," Lou said hotly. I tried to squirm and twist out of his hands but he had a good grip on me. I felt embarrassed that everyone was watching me as I was being carried away like some child who had misbehaved in church. "James, Jesse, I'll call you tomorrow and I'm sorry for all of this," Lou said as we passed them on the way out. They just stared wide-eyed. I saw Jesse turn to someone and ask what happened. The guy next to him whispered something in his ear. He smiled and followed us. I continued trying to get out of Lou's grip. It was of no use and we were at the Jeep in moments. "Get in and don't try any funny stuff," he threatened. "There's already enough hell to pay. Don't make it worse for your dad." And that's when it hit me. Dad. I just announced to all of his friends that he had a son. How could I face him? What was he going to say? I stood next to the Jeep for a moment. The whole world seemed to spin. "So how is he," I heard Jesse ask Lou. "Drunk," he replied. "Look, I'm sorry about what happened back there. I should have known to watch him with the punch." "I feel sick," I muttered. My stomach rolled a little. I realized then that the punch had been spiked or something. "Just tell Kane that we understand," Jesse said laughing a little. "Obviously Kyle holds his liquor as well as his father does." I heard Lou agree as I stumbled towards some trees. Just as the heaves really started in on me I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything all day and I had just drank way too much. Lou ended up having to practically carry me back to the Jeep. Somewhere along the way home I passed out. Just as everything was fading to black one thought crept through my mind: Would Dad hate me for having made an ass out of myself and revealing he had a son when he had wanted to handle the situation himself?