Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2014 03:27:58 -0800 (PST) From: Dave Ledge Subject: "Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Chapter Two" As always, please support Nifty. Thanks for the many fan mails. I answer all fan mails, although I'm traveling right now. And yes there is a real Daniel and a real Dad, even if, at least for now, this story is fiction. Daniel and Dad, a Romance, part two "And then Dad said, `Danny, we're a bit late for our appearance'. Our what? He took my hand, led me out of the suite, down the hall, into the elevator and stopped us at a mezzanine level. Still confused I walked with him down another hallway until we got to an ornate door. `Take a deep breath Danny', he advised. I did so. He then opened the door and hustled us onstage! A DJ's voice boomed around us as searchlights caught both of us in their beams saying, `And now Hawk Club, here's the Hawkman and his new sidekick, the Hawkbrother!' A roar of cheers and applause drowned out the disco music following that announcement. Dad took my hand and led me to the edge of the stage and had me bow to the Club. Despite the lights I could tell the huge room was full of nearly naked hot man flesh. Wow. This was my dream fulfilled. Yet the hottest man in the room was on stage with me and he was my cum fantasy and my Dad, too!?! The music suddenly changed and went from frenetic disco to very slow and passionate. `And now we'll dance', Dad said to me. `And we'll give this crowd something to take home and jack off to." And he took nearly naked me into his nearly naked arms and proceeded to dance with me in front of hundreds of men.' My boner had gone down when I was shocked by suddenly appearing nearly naked on the stage of my fantasy club, but I shuddered suddenly as I felt Dad's also nearly naked body against mine and it started to rise again. But Dad took me into his arms with such loving tenderness, that I melted into them and then no longer cared about anything but him. We started out slowly in a pas de deux. And yes, he was leading and I was following. Even though I had never danced this role, he was so graceful and strong and manly that I was able to follow him with few problems, even from the beginning. As I became accustomed to dancing this way, he started to increase the pace and began to start to incorporate more swirls and turns. I'm not a bad dancer, but I soon realized that I was being led by a master. The dancing got faster and faster and more and more athletic. The music kept increasing in pace and volume. Just when I thought I had to trip and fall, he said to me, "jump and stretch when I say!" And when he said, "jump" I jumped and he grabbed me and threw me up into the air! I stretched out my body despite my panic. He had used my momentum and my help so that I was thrown high into the air! He took my breath away as my heart pounded and I tried to stay calm. However, I needn't have worried. He caught me on the way down, stretched me out, again using my momentum, into a long slide, body completely extended, before pulling me back into his arms for a kiss as the music climaxed. The way the crowd roared in appreciation I wondered if some of the guys hadn't climaxed, too! We took our bows as the guys continued to applaud and the DJ said, "Gentlemen, please welcome again the Hawkman and the Hawkbrother!" Some hot guys then helped us off the stage and we joined the crowd. Several guys came forward to dance with us and Dad and I were soon separated by yet more hot, hairy, men. I soon had about six guys surrounding me. Most were taller, and they were all different. Some were really muscular. Some were lean runner types. Others were in-between. Most had very little clothing on and some had oiled their hairy chests and nipples. Even the amount of hair they had varied enormously. Some had little hair so that their chests and chest racks were easy to admire. Others were somewhat hairy and one guy was a gorilla even. They all touched me as well as they could both given the crush and how many of them were trying to get close in to me. The smell of man sweat and the heat of their bodies was dizzying. After months of no sex, the contrast with this scene was overpowering. However, was I enjoying it? You better damn well believe it. I could tell the guys wanted to rub their bodies and their crotches with mine, but we couldn't. So, it became a scene in "edging" as they teased me with their bodies and I tried the best I could to return the favor. When the song ended, other guys replaced the guys in front. The scene repeated itself for over an hour. Again and again hot guys, and hot in so many different ways, surrounded me and edged me as well as the situation allowed. My semi-erection never became full-blown, but felt so good. I don't think I'd ever enjoyed dancing and a club so much as tonight. I was hot, sweaty, and my Hawkbrother costume was plastered against me showing off every inch of my body and muscles. And that sight was greeted with great pleasure by the guys of the club, I noted. I noted many, many erections in my dancing partners' Speedos. And that certainly made me feel very, very, good, too. I felt attractive and sexy. I loved this club and its men. I tried to give them all my best dancing. I did as many muscular moves as I could to turn them on. I writhed. I used my hips and stuck out my tented crotch and wagged my tight butt. But when my Dad finally made it back to me and took me into his arms again, I had had enough. Right now I just wanted some quality time with the handsomest guy in the room! My Dad saw the expression on my face and immediately understood what I wanted. "Soon", he said. After another half hour of mass dancing with yet more new bodies and faces, he was finally able to lead me back to the stage, assisted by guys who worked there and who were sort of dressed in typical macho outfits with lots of leather. Eventually we were back where we started. The DJ announced, "Gentlemen, the Hawkman and the Hawkbrother have to return to their roost." General laughter ensued. "But they will return another night!" General cheers and then the "Hawk Song" rang out from the speakers as we finally were able to exit the stage and reenter the hotel from where we had come. Dad took my hand as we took the elevator and then walked down the corridor toward our room. "Our room", that sparked a smile. We were both hot, sweaty, and disheveled. We both had semi-erections and our costumes were plastered against us. But I think what we both felt was more of a deep content than anything else. I didn't know what was coming, but I was very, very satisfied right now and would remember the depth of this feeling, perhaps for the rest of my life. Soon we reached the door of our room. Dad unlocked the room and we both entered together. We stood in the middle of the room, smiling at each other, him smiling a bit shyly and me more broadly. "Well, what do you think about your night out tonight?" he asked a bit nervously. "I loved every second of it!" I nearly shouted. "How did you arrange Rao's and your own programming of the Philharmonic?" He smiled and said, "Good connections". "Good connections, indeed!" I answered. I then eyed his beautiful body with his perfect amount of chest hair plastered down and his gorgeous big nipples pointing out hard. I loved his full pouch and had experienced the power of his strong legs. I licked my lips with desire. He noticed my appraisal and then said with a leer, "And now what do you want, Daniel?" I smiled widely. "First of all, I want to take this damn costume off, as I'm sure you doÉ" He nodded. I reached over to him and slowly and lovingly undressed what little dress he had on. Soon, his Hawkman outfit had fallen to the floor. I stood in silent admiration of the handsomest man I had ever seen. He blushed ever so slightly and then reached over to return the favor. Soon, I was just as naked before him as he was before me. This time he was licking his lips. Our cocks soon went to full erection as our desire for each other burned even more hotly. "And now Daniel?" he asked. "And now I want you!" I reached over, grabbed him, and pulled him to me. I attacked his lips with passion, forcing my tongue into his mouth and started tongue fighting with him. I ground my hard cock and hard nipples against him. I felt up and down his strong back and grabbed mounds of hard butt flesh. His returned passion soon matched mine. I was now completely sure he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. We rubbed bodies in foreplay for several more minutes, finally getting to feel each other's hard body naked, edging each other to higher and higher levels of passion. We finally released each other and wordlessly Dad took my hand and led me to the huge bed in the adjoining bedroom. He threw down the covers of the bed and then invited me, with a hand motion, to take my place in his bed. Trembling a bit with both desire and passion, I took my place in the center of the bed and lay on my back waiting for him to join me. The cool silk sheets felt wonderful on my inflamed body. He soon joined me. He got on his side and pulled his upper body by his elbow. He looked me over again and said, "Daniel, you are beautiful." "No", I said, "You are the beautiful one." We both smiled at this. And then I said, "But enough words". I pulled him into my arms and again felt his strong body against mine. We made out again for many minutes. We tried to touch every inch of our bodies with the others'. We rolled over and over. He was on top some times. I was other times. But we never lost hold of each other. Our naked flesh was never separated. We tried to come together as one, joining our bodies together. But frotting wasn't going to be enough. We both knew that. Finally I said, gasping, "Dad, make love to me. Please make love to me!" He smiled, but he looked at me very seriously. "Are you sure, Daniel? Are you sure?" "Surer than of anything in my entire life", I answered. He got the lube and prepared us both for our lovemaking. I gasped as the cool salve as he fingered me and got me wet. He was so loving and so careful. He slowly stretched me open, getting me ready for him. Two fingers, then three. I relaxed under his gentle ministrations. I grabbed onto his steely hard cock and helped spread the cream all over him, too. His hand and my hand worked in tandem luxuriating in his erection. He moaned, loving the feel of our hands touching each other's and jacking his cock slowly and sensuously. No condoms, but I knew I was clean and trusted he was, too. My other hand roamed his body, pulling at his nipples, stroking his stomach, and fondling his big balls. His other hand soon found my equally hard and now dripping cock. He jacked me slowly, but firmly, and sensuously, varying his technique, making me moan, too. I was getting even hotter. I finally had to beg, "Please Dad, please. Make love to me. I need you." He smiled and laid me on my back again. He mounted me and then teased my ass crack with his cock, toying with my hole. Damn, was I ready. I finally arched my back, reached back, grabbed his cock, and thrust it into my hole! I suddenly felt like I was fucking myself with my Dad! There was no pain. He had prepared me so well. Slowly, but inexorably, he pushed deeper and deeper into me. He felt so good in me that I started to push my butt off the bed, trying to get even more of him in me. Soon, he hit bottom and then started to really make love to me. His strong body felt so good. Our nipples continued to rub. He kissed me again. He started to fuck me faster and our hard big balls started to slam together. Suddenly he was a man possessed! He slammed into me as strongly and passionately as he could. I had never had sex/made love like this. The sweat started to pour off of us again. He then varied his tempo. Hot cold hard soft deep shallow fast slowÉ I lost track of time. He pushed me on my side and entered me again. This position made him slow down and he steadied into a regular tempo going deep into me and then nearly pulling out all the way. He kissed me again and held our bodies together in a tight embrace. I loved that and rested up a bit for what I knew would be the conclusion coming soon. And yes. He motioned to me to get on my knees and soon was back in me fucking me doggy style. He grabbed my left nipple with one hand and jacked my cock in the other while he started to fuck me hard and fast again. His engorged cock found my prostate in this position. After minutes of this, I finally couldn't take it anymore. I did kegels with my butt and started to milk his cock with my trench. His gasp let me know this was new to him. He started to pant big time, out of breath, but jacked me even harder. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", I yelled. After a whole night of edging I finally came and came and came and came. My spasming, clenching butt, grabbed his cock once more. I could feel him swell even more and then it was his turn. "Oh shit, oh shit, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel!" And then he flooded my butt with cream! We finally both collapsed on the bed, him still buried deep inside me, both of us still panting from passion and fulfilled desire. He finally regained his voice and said, "Daniel where did you learn to do that with your butt? No one has ever done that to me before." I merely smiled. Slowly we both came down from our climax. We both softened and he finally slipped out of me. We both turned onto our sides, facing each other. We held each other, stroked each others' hair and softly stroked each other, too. I was so happy and so fulfilled. Finally without quite knowing what I was saying, I said, "Dad, I love you so very, very much." He smiled and said, "And Daniel I love you so very, very, much, too." We sealed our declaration with a very deep and long kiss that took both our breaths away. After that we started to droop. Before we gave in to the inevitable after such an incredible evening and night, I asked, "Dad, will you be my lover?" He smiled again and said, "Yes, Daniel, if you will be my lover." I returned his smile. "Then hold me, sleep with me, and wake up with me in the morning, loving me again", I said. His smile became broader. "I promise, my lover." And with that his breathing deepened, slowed, and steadied. A soft snore soon followed. I knew I would soon follow him into slumber. But before I did I luxuriated in feeling his naked body against mine. I loved holding my sleeping lover tight in my arms, knowing that I had satisfied him just as much as he had satisfied me. And yes, Dad, we are now lovers, you are mine and I am yours. I love you, Dad. And with that final thought I knew nothing until morning.