Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 21:39:59 +0930 From: Larry Ryder Subject: Daddy Chapter 7 Hope you continue enjoy this story. All copyright is reserved to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com [always happy to receive your comments with any suggestions! I'd like that too! Tell me how you like the story so far ] I am sure that you understand that such stories are legally managed in many jurisdictions. If you are too young (under 18 or 21), or forbidden by law, then go to (https://www.artsy.net/artist/jackson-pollock) and enjoy other artistic pursuits. Everyone suggests, and I do as well , that you should support Nifty financially [http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html] Daddy 7 Jerry's apartment was pretty nifty. He had stylish and minimalist furniture. Of course there was a TV but not a gigantic one, and there were two desktops. One of these had graphs and colours which seemed to constantly move. I realise now this was his work. There were paintings on the walls, one of these really drew my attention. Two men wrapped in each other's arms. They were both clothed but seemed to have collapsed into each other. I couldn't tell if they were devouring each other or crying their deepest mystery into the souls of the other. Jerry seemed a pretty good guy. He disappeared and came back with a small pile of clothes. "So, if you want to put on some clean clothes, here you go...but if you want to shower then through there." He pointed to the bathroom. " Now I am not trying to get you get naked in front of me, but it doesn't bother me. And you can change in private if you want" "So," I asked, "why are you doing this?" "Well, let's just say, I've been there, done that! There's plenty of gel and deodorant in the bathroom. Use what ever you want." He turned and walked away "Do you trust me to get something to eat or do you want something boring like Hungry Jacks?" I laughed out loud, I was feeling very safe again. "I trust you. Just surprise me" "Oh I'll surprise you all right!" This guy seemed incredible. I didn't get it then, I sort of do now. But it's about five years down the track. This is what Tom had been trying to tell me. Sex is not intimacy. And intimacy is more important than sex. I luxuriated in the shower, after two hours bike riding I was beginning to ache, and the pulsating hot shower really massaged my tired muscles. My hand necessarily stroked my cock, I wanted to cum so badly but I just gave a few tugs and let it grow big and then thought there was maybe more to come. I wished Dad or Jerry was here to do it for me. In truth if Jerry had come in then and given me a towel and brushed my cock I would have covered him in sperm. But that's not what happened. He had picked out a couple of alternatives. A bright orange Tee with a huge gum tree on the front, and an army green Dr Who motif, which is what I chose. He had put a pair of loose cotton boxers, the sort of which I hated wearing, which I just put to one side. I chose the aqua briefs which were man-style and which cupped my cock and balls and made them look man-sized. He had also put in a jock-strap which really excited me, I had seen them before but never tried one on. It made me feel great. I felt like a man. I wore both the jockstrap and the briefs How did he know what I might like? I chose the loose fitting cargo shorts rather than the jeans. I was figuring that if he was going to feel me up I may as well make it easy for him, and indeed for me. "You don't look so crap now. In fact you look hot" He chucked me under the chin, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was a little bit startled in a nice way "So," I joked, " now you want to get into my pants" "I told you I don't do that" he pecked again, "well at least not straight away". Another peck "As I say, that's the story of my life!" This was one curious dude. "Now food. This is Vietnamese Pho. It's a soup with coriander and shallots and spring onions, easy pork and thirty secret ingredients which I can't tell you or I will have to kill you" I had no idea what he was talking about but he laughed. And the food was great. I had never tasted this sort of stuff before. Tom cooked well but it was meat and vegetables and meat and, well let's face it, more meat. This food was flavour. There was no alcohol. "I drink. But teenagers don't, at least not in my house. And no drugs." It sounded like he was laying down the rules for me if I was going to stay there for ever, which didn't sound like a bad idea just then. "So who do we need to contact to tell them you are OK" I gave him scant details alluding to a row with my father, and Jerry sent a text message (anonymously) saying " Ed has asked me to let you know he is OK and will be in touch in a couple of days" I don't think he added my rider, " But he says he is not coming back home!" but it didn't matter. We cleaned everything up and then I fell asleep on the lounge. When I woke up I was nestled on Jerry's chest, his arm around me "So then Mister, are you going to spill what is going on" I outlined my relationship with my Dad, Tom, leaving out some of the more salient details and finished by saying that we had grown apart and he had become distant. Jerry stroked my face. "So what do you want to do?" I started to cry. "I just feel we had got so close, and when the time was coming for us to be men together he backed right off." I could feel Jerry tense up "What do you mean by `being men together'?" "I think you know. I asked him to fuck me and he just back-pedalled." We sank into silence. I looked into his eyes and said, "Will you fuck me?" " I told you," he said "I don't do that." "No you didn't...you said at least not straight away....well I've been in your company for at least an afternoon and an evening. I am wearing your clothes and you have cooked for me, and I fell asleep in your arms." I can be very convincing. Jerry leaned in and our lips touched. His tongue pushed into my mouth and mine into his. I felt so alive. "I could come to love you, " he breathed into my ear "but I don't want to fuck you up" "That's what Dad said, " I told him, "and I tell you you will not fuck me up. But you will fuck me!" "I have a better idea," he said, "how about you fuck me first?" I was aghast I never thought a boy would fuck a man. His hand grazed my shorts, I could feel my cock constrained by both the jockstrap (how sexy am I) and the tight figure fitting briefs seeking release. His tongue fucked into my mouth again. I have died and gone to heaven. -o--0--o- I hope you are enjoying this story which `I am writing into the dark'. Which means there is no pre-planned structure, it emerges from the dark. You can be a part of the mystery of the story by commenting on it so far, and making suggestions about how you see it going, and would like it to go. It is a story about intimacy, and about how people mistake sex for intimacy and fail to see that sex only really makes sense and is 4000% better when people are vulnerable and intimate. Email me at larry.ryder@mail.com