Date: Tue, 5 Oct 2010 21:05:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Derek Lee Subject: Declan's New Daddy Part 1 Declan's New Daddy Submitted by: Gillboyco1@yahoo.com ***This is mostly fiction. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent.*** This story starts out the way that so many others must. A realization that life is about to change and that shaking feeling inside that tells you this could be a disaster or the beginning of something special. It began the day that a beautiful boy entered my life and I knew from our first moment of eye contact that my entire world was about to change one way or the other. How do you describe a beautiful boy like Declan? Tall for his age, 5'9" and a prime boy of 16. Longish sort of brown hair that swept gently over his beautiful chestnut colored eyes. A slight reminder of Justin Beiber's hair without the stupid swoop. He had shorts on that day. He sat in front of me and I gently scanned the light smattering of hair on his legs, wondering what amount he had around his virginal cock. Young, athletic body. Slim and toned the way a boy should be. He was wearing long silky basketballs shorts. The kind that cling and show every detail and bulge that might appear, and hang so gracefully off a young boy ass when he stands. As my eyes delightfully soaked in his body, memorizing every detail, I reached his beautiful face and BANG! CONTACT! My heart began to beat faster as he didn't break our gaze. I finally had to lose our game of chicken and look away - acting as if I wasn't staring. This was one of many times that our game would be played, and I found myself as the older and wiser man often losing. I would come to find that young boys these days are so much more brave then we were at his age. What struck me most about Declan's beautiful face was his amazing mouth. Soft and perfectly shaped, and his lips made you want to kiss him. A soft, feminine mouth that wouldn't be out of place on a teen girl. When he smiled the entire world lit up! All of this on just an average Wednesday. We were at a rehearsal for a show. I was hired to run the technical side and he was in the cast. He would truly have the best lighting of anyone! As the show progressed the rehearsals became tougher and it was all I could do to focus on the task at hand whenever he came on stage. Finally it ended and the time had come to go home. I couldn't wait for the next day to see him again! The next day passed with more of the same. Me gooning over him and him having no idea how badly he was being lusted over. The next night we ended rehearsal and he trotted off to a basketball game to cheer on the school team. I stayed behind to finish up some last minute details. As I left that evening I got more clues into this beautiful boy. As I left the theatre I spied three teens...another boy from the cast and a girl. They were standing in the parking lot and talking. As they looked my way I found another great flash of a smile and his beautiful eyes. He watched as I entered my car and I overheard him saying to his friends that he had to go. He quickly jumped in his car and pulled out. I took this as my golden opportunity and quickly left so I could follow him, knowing in my heart that this could lose me my job as I wasn't supposed to be around students but finding the head between my legs was in full control. As we drove he led the way, turning down a dark street and pulling up in front of a house that seemed secluded and dark. I pulled over behind him and he walked up to me. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Either he was going to ask me inside or tear into me for following him. I had no idea who the house belonged to, but was about to find out as he walked to my window. I still had the car in drive, ready to pull away as quickly as possible if needed. I already had my window down, enjoying a beautiful evening in late September, and he walked up and stood there. He smiled and said, `you coming in or gonna sit there all night?' You didn't have to tell me twice! I slammed the car into park, rolled up the window, and quickly turned off the engine. He opened my door and took my hand as I exited. He said, `I'm glad you wanted this as much as I did' and began to lead me to the house. "My God!" I thought, `these kids are so bold!'. As we approached the house I managed to stammer out, `is this your house?' He replied, `yes, but my parents are out of town for two weeks, so we have it all to ourselves'. `An only child?' `Yes, and I'm ready to lose myself on your cock'. GOOD GOD! Maybe he's not so virginal afterall! We entered the house and he went to the bar in the family room. He proceeded to make two drinks. `You look like a vodka man,' he said. `Yes, you're right,' I replied. `Good, me too!'. `You drink?' I said, total shock in my face. `Yes, makes the pain of cock in my ass easier to take'. `WOW! So you've done this before?' `Yes, many times. Daddy taught me well,' he said with a wink. `Ah! Well now that makes a lot more sense. And here I thought you might be a virgin.' He began laughing at that. A cross between a giggle and belly laugh. One that belied his years of experience and reminded me of how little boys giggle at a cartoon. He approached me with my drink, which I proceeded to slam down to calm my nerves. He took a gentle sip from his, then grabbed my hand again as he began to lead me upstairs. As we climbed the stairs his room began to come into view. My young man was truly a boy at heart. I could see the Spiderman sheets and model airplanes hanging from his ceiling as if in mid-air battle. Suddenly he took a left instead of heading into the room. `Wait. Isn't that your room?' He began laughing again. `Yes, but that's not where I like to get fucked.' He continued on down the hall and we entered a grand bedroom. Obviously the master bedroom -- a room which was about to take on a new meaning. He went around another corner and I followed him into the bathroom. He reached in and started the shower, then seductively began to pull his shirt off. As he lifted it I began to see the treasure trail I was about to discover up close and personal. As I followed his naked skin up his abs and smooth boy chest came into view. He was beyond perfect. Smooth chest, a nice six-pack developing. He brushed his nipples and gently tugged them. "Do you like my body?" he playfully asked, the drool from my open mouth was practically hitting my own chest. "Yes, its beautiful". "Thank you," he said, "Daddy will be happy to hear that you liked it. He makes me work-out to stay in shape. No one likes a fat twink!". With this I finally began to relax and laugh. The vodka obviously beginning to take effect. "So you're going to tell your Dad about this?" "Oh yes. I already told him about you checking me out and he's the one that told me to invite you over, so he'll want to know every detail." "Wow. Quite the relationship you have. I guess I better make this a night to remember." He smiled again and said, `well, then we better start making memories.' He walked over to me and turned around. There we stood with our reflections in the mirror. He leaned back into me and whispered, `take off my shorts, Sir'. Who could resist such an offer! I took the soft silky shorts in each hand and pulled. They dropped so easily and there he stood, naked and starting to harden. `No wonder' I thought. "That explains the bulge I noticed earlier.' He turned slowly and his soft hands found their way under my shirt. By now the water was ready and steam was beginning to fill the room, clouding the mirror with condensation. He lifted my shirt over my head, caressing my hairy chest and nipples as he went. He reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall. He stood back and smiled, `guess I'm not the only one that goes commando!'. He took my cock in his hand and led me to the shower. `This boy has no shame!' I thought. `Hope you don't mind that we shower first. Daddy taught me to always be clean'. `Not at all. Gives me a chance to touch every part of you'. He smiled again and we stepped inside the steam. `Your cock is beautiful. Its so much bigger than Daddy's'. `Hope you can handle it then' I whispered into his ear as he wrapped his arms around me and began kissing my neck. `If not it doesn't matter. I was taught to take what I'm given without complaint'. `Good boy,' I replied. With that his cock was suddenly hard. He obviously enjoyed being kept in place and his Daddy had taught him well. I could tell this boy meant every word and wanted me to use him any way I desired. I ran my hand up his back and into his hair. I grabbed a handful and pulled his head back under the water. `You're a fuckin' slut, aren't you, faggot,' I growled. "Yes Sir." "Then you'll be treated like one, fuckwhore" and I pushed him back against the wet tile. Still holding his head firmly in my grasp, I kept his head yanked back and began softly biting on his neck, slowly finding my way to his beautiful mouth. "I have no problem using a cuntboy like you. It's obviously what you were born for as I'm sure you've been taught by Daddy." "Yes Sir" he moaned. I wrapped my other hand around his neck and held him firmly. "Suck my cock you piece of shit" and I shoved him down to his knees. How quickly this had changed. At first I wanted to hold this boy all night and take him on as my son. Now I became an animal, lusting after him and wanting to make him regret that he'd invited me in. "Open your fuckin'mouth, slut". As he did I slammed my cock down his throat, still holding his head firmly and now pinning him against the wall. He let out a whimper, closely followed by a moan. Quickly recovering from the initial invasion of his tight throat, he began to fulfill his purpose in life and sucked for all he was worth. I could feel him gagging on my hard cock, but I wasn't about to relent my assault on his throat. He wanted it and now he was getting it. He tried to push me away, but there was no giving up. He stared up at me, his eyes watering. "Want some relief, queer boy". His eyes said it all. My cock was to much for him and he was begging for relief with his eyes. I decided to cut him some slack so early in the evening. Time enough to use him without mercy tonight. I backed off and removed my cock from his mouth. He sat there on his knees, tears running down his soft cheeks. I leaned back against the back wall of the shower. "Get the soap, fuckwad. I need my body washed." He grabbed the soap and crawled over to me. I looked at him intently. `Don't think for a minute that its not going to get worse before it gets better.' He looked at me and I saw a dash of fear behind his eyes, but this was soon replaced with lust and longing as he reached up and began soaping my stomach and chest. As he moved up I caressed his hair, and he began to relax again. As soon as it was over it began again. I grabbed his hair and pushed him to the floor. `That's enough of this bullshit' I said. I stood and rinsed off. I turned off the shower and grabbed him by the hair. I made my way out of the shower and dragged him by the hair off to the bed. With one quick movement I picked him up under his arms and tossed him onto his back, and thud hit as his back made contact with the mattress. I climbed on top of him, straddling his chest. "Let's see just how well you've been trained, whore." and with that I shoved my cock back into his mouth. "Gag on it, dumbass" and I began pumping him without mercy. His gagging was truly music to my ears. His tears began to flow and glistened off his soft pretty cheeks. I began to laugh at him. I pulled out and looked at him. "Not bad. When did you suck your first cock, faggot?" "When I was 4, Sir". "Your Daddy must be really small if you're gagging after 12 years". "Yes Sir. Its nothing compared to yours." "Then I'm your Daddy now and the man that gave you life is nothing. I'll rule over both of you since I have the biggest cock" "Yes Sir," he stammered. Again I saw a quick flash of fear. His eyes told it all, "Could he be serious? How will I ever explain this to my Dad". Want more...??? Let me know your thoughts. This story has many facets to it that will continue if interest is there...