Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2022 18:10:48 -0400 From: Alex R. Subject: Daddy Wants to See (gay/incest) We met on that dating website. His profile said he was straight, but he messaged me. He wasn't the first straight (or "straight") guy on the site to get in touch with me, wanting to hook up. I wouldn't say I have a thing for straight guys, not exactly, but I certainly don't have a problem with them. I don't turn them down. Even when they're married. Some married guys who are bad news, some get really weird once they cum. But you can usually recognize that sort pretty quickly. This guy was upfront about what he wanted. He wanted a little on the side. But he didn't act like he was better than me, and he was hot, so I was cool with it. He said I sounded trustworthy and discreet, and he was right. The first time he came over, it was the usual awkwardness at first, but we had a beer or two and chatted. Dave was around my age, in his mid-twenties, and more conventionally attractive than me. Chiselled jaw, bit of scruff. Athletic enough, with a real dad bod starting. Small tummy. I liked that. If he found any part of me attractive, he never mentioned it, but, hey, he went after me. What else? He had an office job. He wasn't too picky about beer. He showed me a picture of his wife, which surprised me a little, because the other married guys I'd been with hadn't done that. His wife was obviously pregnant. Was that why he was after me? Do pregnant women had increased or decreased sex drives? I don't know. Maybe he just wasn't into her when she was pregnant. Maybe she was just distracted and he had an excuse to get away. I didn't really care. Eventually he was tipsy enough that we could get started. With straight guys (or "straight" guys), sometimes you have to initiate things in a way that makes them feel like they initiated things. They need to feel in control. And to be honest, I wanted him to be in control. I can get a bit submissive. Not like in a dom/sub way, but I like to be quietly guided, encouraged to do whatever a guy wants. Especially a guy like Dave. Like I said, we were about the same age, but there was something about Dave that made him seem more mature than me. Maybe it was that he had a beard, which my baby face couldn't grow. Maybe it was that he was married and settled down. As our clothes came off, I was happy with what I saw -- his hairy chest and legs, his unshaved bush. I was naturally smoother than him. Dave's cock was cut, and noticeably bigger than mine. His wasn't enormous and mine wasn't minuscule, but you could easily tell the difference. He smiled when he saw my cock. I don't know why. Was it because I was uncut, or because my cock made his look bigger, or because he just liked cock and didn't get to play with someone's else's cock very often? Happily, he wasn't uptight about being with a guy. Like I said, if there was anything about me that he found attractive, he didn't put it into words, but his body language expressed clearly enough that he was into me. He couldn't keep his hands off my cock. And to my surprise, he was into kissing me. He was a firm kisser. His beard tickled against my face, and tongue teased and explored my lips and mouth. I relaxed and let him explore. Eventually he was sitting on the couch, and I was on the floor between his legs, kissing them, working my way up towards his cock. "Oh daddy," I said, "your cock is so much bigger than mine..." Look, sometimes I get into the daddy thing. I guess there are different people who are into "daddies" in different ways. I like to imagine that I'm with my actual daddy. Or rather, I like to imagine that the guy I was with was my actual dad. I mean, I don't have these sorts of fantasies about my biological dad. Although I always wonder how I would have responded if he had engineered a situation like the one Dave and I were up to now... I don't think I would have been too upset. I'm sure I would have quietly been a good boy and done what I was told. But anyway, Dave looked and acted nothing like my actual dad. If I was going to please a daddy, I would rather my daddy were someone like him. Dave, though, wasn't into the idea. His body had tensed a little when I tried out the "Oh daddy" line, and he said, "Hey come on, not like that, just stick to what you're doing." Which on the one hand was a bit of a disappointment. But on the other hand, it was the kind of firm direction I would want my daddy to give. So I kept my mouth shut (or really, wrapped around his cock, taking as much of it as I could). But I kept up the daddy game in my head, even if I didn't get to act it out with words. I could still behave like a boy who was excited, awed, and proud to be pleasing his dad. And to be honest, his moans, his body language, and eventually his cum made it seem like he was pretty pleased with me. I swallowed his cum, which was fantastic. Then he sucked me off a little, but he wasn't all that good at it, and he got bored quickly. But then he sat me on his lap and started to give me a handjob. He kissed the nape of my neck (the scruff felt amazing on my neck!) and rubbed my tummy with his free hand. I'm not sure why he thought my tummy was an erotic zone for me. It usually isn't. But somehow the whole thing felt so comforting. Like, in my head, it worked: I was being held by my daddy and he was taking care of me and making me feel good. I'm more of a dribbler than a shooter, but I made a lot of noise when I came. He didn't rush out the door after we were done. He was very comfortable lounging around naked, still holding me. We talked a little bit about random stuff. But he didn't stay too long. He had to get back to his wife. I wondered if his wife would smell me on him, but that wasn't really my problem. -- I kept thinking about my encounter with Dave over the next few days. That is to say, I kept jerking off thinking about it. The day after, I sent him a quick "Thanks a lot, sexy" message, because I'm not rude, even though guys rarely respond to those messages. Of course I wanted to say "Thanks a lot, daddy", but I knew that was pushing it. He didn't respond to me right away, but a few days later I got a message: "You busy?" We got together a half-dozen times that month. The sex quickly settled into a kind of routine. It was kinda great, but also very casual. He was confident in what we were doing, but he didn't want to draw attention to it. He just wanted to repeat what worked the first time. And he often ran his tongue around my foreskin, exploring it, but he never really got good at sucking me off. I quickly got to know all sorts of things about his cock though. He liked his balls held when I sucked him, and he really, really seemed to enjoy that I swallowed his cum, and that I kept his cock in my mouth after he came, while he got soft. I loved doing that. It felt very tender and intimate. And of course I had to make sure to be careful not to move my tongue too much just after he came -- his cock head was so sensitive then. But I took good care of daddy. And one time, maybe his third visit over, after he came, after I suckled his cock, after he had gone soft, I let his big cock plop out of my mouth, looked up at him with big saucer eyes, and quietly said, "Thanks, daddy." I sort of didn't mean to, but I was just overwhelmed by it all. He looked at me with a half-smile, half-smirk, and quietly said, "Look, I'm not really comfortable with that kind of talk, OK?" And I nodded, and he pulled me up and started to jerk me off. And it was nice. I hadn't upset him too much. I was happy that we had our routine and didn't want to upset him, and so I reminded myself to keep the "daddy" stuff in my head -- while still being as good a boy as I could be for him. We never really did much more than what I've described. He wasn't particularly interested in anal, which was fine by me, and while there are a lot of other kinky things I can get into, I was happy to follow his lead. That's exactly what I want from a daddy, after all, a lead to follow. But look, I have to tell you this. Maybe the sixth or seventh time he came over -- he was here two or three times a week, so I guess it was not even a month since his first visit -- we were going through our usual routine. I'd sucked him off and swallowed his load, and he had pulled me up onto his lap. He was rubbing my belly and kissing my neck. He had started to jerk me off. Sometimes, when I sat on his lap like this, I could feel him getting a little hard again -- never enough that we had a second round, but enough that I knew he was into it. Those were the best times. Anyway, this time he was very hard. He tightened his grip on my cock a little bit, and started going a bit faster. And then he quietly said, "Come on, Daddy wants to see if his little boy can cum yet." Well. Suddenly I was quiet, and entirely focused on showing my daddy that I was a big boy and that I could cum for him. It didn't take too long. His cock was pressed into my back, and his grip was tight, maybe too tight, as he jerked me off, but his breath was in my ear and he was holding me close. When I came this time, I kind of squealed. I squealed when I came, and I'm pretty sure my whole apartment building heard. He held me for a bit after he came, and I wondered whether I should bring up what just happened. I wanted to ask him if he had changed his mind and if he was ok with the "daddy" stuff now. He was still hard, and I wondered whether I should do something about it. But I was enjoying just being held by him, so we just stayed quiet for a moment. And then his phone buzzed. It was his wife. She was in labour, and on her way to the hospital, and where was he? He quickly got dressed and headed out. And several hours later, in the middle of the night, I got a message from him: His son was born, named James, healthy and happy. He even sent a picture of dad and son. He looked exhausted and happy. I complimented him. -- I didn't hear from him for a few weeks. Fair enough, new baby. They keep you busy. Finally I messaged him: "Everything OK?" Yeah, he said, everything was great. He was finally starting to sleep again. Family were all good. "Hey," I typed, "so did you mean what you said?" "What are you talking about? What did I say?" he asked. And I reminded him of saying that daddy wanted to see if his little boy could cum. "What? I didn't say that! LOL." And we chatted a bit more, but he wouldn't admit that it happened. -- He never arranged to come by again. That was years ago; his son must be ten years old by now. And I think about him often. I've been with other guys, even other guys who were good at being pervy daddies. But I miss Dave's intimacy and his innocence about the whole thing. He was special. And yeah, I have to admit, I have to wonder where his mind is at. I think he enjoyed when we played daddy and son, but he didn't want to admit or acknowledge it. It makes me wonder... Well, it makes me wonder whether he is going to start checking his son to see if he can cum yet. If he's getting his son used to the idea that it's normal for daddy to check that sort of thing. The fact that Dave couldn't admit it to himself makes me think it's all the more likely that he's doing it. He might not have the self-awareness to stop himself. Did Dave want to hook up with me because I had a baby face and boyish looks? That he was into the idea of the son he was about to have, but he didn't know what to do with that sexual energy? And then stopped himself when it got too real? Or when he had a real son to take care of? I'll never know. But I'm glad that I've tested him out, though. I feel like he proved with me that, if he is doing that with his son, he's at least going to be gentle and respectful and caring about it. I hope his son enjoys it. To be honest, I am totally jealous of that boy. Which is a weird position to be in. But to be honest, I'd be happy to share daddy with him. I think that would be sweet. Dave, if you're reading this, get in touch. -- (Thanks to the guy who inspired this story. You know who you are. This is the first story I've sent to Nifty. Please get in touch if you liked it and want more.)