Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2007 16:25:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Teague teague Subject: Drew's Daddy Chapter Eight DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and an adult male... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful then please leave now. If you enjoy the story feel free to send your comments. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Author's Note: I'm glad to get the next chapter out so soon as the last one. It's been hard keeping my schedule but now that I'm settled in my new job I hope to post this story and others with more regularity. For all those who love Drew's Daddy, enjoy... Teague Teague1007@yahoo.com Copyright 2007 Teague, All Rights Reserved. Drew's Daddy By Teague Chapter Eight Drew woke up beside his Dad, the man's thick arm around his tiny shoulders. Drew's arm was stretched across his Father's broad chest, not even coming close to the other side of his muscled body. The warmth from his Dad made Drew sigh contently. He let his small hand slowly move across his Dad's hairy chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath the surface. His fingers gently tugged at the dark hair and he made circles in the deep cleft at the center of Adam's chest. His lips began to lightly kiss his Dad's flesh, loving the taste of his sweat and smell of his masculine body. Drew looked up to see if his Dad was awake. His head was tilted to the side and his breathing told Drew he was out cold. Drew had never seen his Dad as worked up as he was the night before. The way he looked at him had taken Drew back a little. He had never been afraid of his Dad, never in his life in fact. Regardless of how big Adam was or how others reacted to him, Drew felt nothing but complete love and protection from the man. He couldn't remember his Father ever striking him even once. He knew his friends got spanked and disciplined but this was foreign to Drew. Maybe because his Father was divorced from his mom, or that he lived alone made a difference. Drew didn't know and he didn't care. He had limited time with his Father and each visit was becoming more and more difficult for him. Saying goodbye was the hardest. He would daydream at home when he was with his mom. Dream about his Father and all the fun things they did together. His cock would become hard as his mind drifted to the sex they had. Drew loved to kiss his Dad more than anything. There was something about feeling his Father's thick tongue pushing into his mouth that drove Drew off the edge. It took little imagining to remember in clear detail the feel of the man's warm tongue sucked between his lips. Drew only had one more day with his Dad and as usual this was the hardest for him. He sat up and looked over his Father's huge body, with his big muscles and dark hair. Adam's biceps swelled even at rest and Drew couldn't help but smile. It was no wonder he always felt safe when he was near his Dad. He leaned forward and kissed the big muscle. Adam didn't stir. Drew reached down and gently pulled the sheet back covering his Dad's huge prick. The meaty shaft stretched long and impressively lay against his big thigh. Drew took a moment to take in the incredible sight. He moved down carefully, not to wake his Dad, until he was inches from his Father's big cock. Drew breathed in the smell that his lungs craved. He felt electricity travel up his spine as his body processed the masculine scent. Drew couldn't get enough. He leaned closer and breathed deeper. A moan escaped his throat before he could stop himself. He looked up; making sure his Dad was still asleep. He carefully moved one hand across his Father's hairy thigh, feeling the huge muscles and rough texture of his hair. Drew leaned down and gave the thick cock a gentle kiss. The instant his lips made contact with the warm flesh the meaty shaft began to swell. Drew looked up. Adam didn't stir. His lips found his Father's cock once more but instead of moving away after the kiss, Drew stroked the shaft lovingly with his mouth. As large as it already was Drew watched the shaft thicken and lengthen under his touch. The heavy meat responded to Drew, eager to engage the boy's lust. He continued to breathe in the smell as his mouth hungrily worked at the shaft. Drew was as careful as he could be not to wake his Dad, but his desire for his Father was quickly overriding his ability to keep from waking the big man. Drew's body was on fire and Adam's throbbing cock only made it worse. The big prick moved on its own. It began to push against his face as it stood up. Drew didn't pull back. He loved how heavy it felt as his mouth moved against it, pressing into him, encouraging the boy to continue. Drew's lips parted and he sucked on the side of the swollen shaft. His mouth filled with the salty flavor of his Dad's mighty prick and his tongue moved against the warm flesh in an attempt to taste even more. Adam's cock stood fully erect. Drew's mouth worked at the middle of the shaft and was slowly moving up to the head. His small hands pressed against his Father's big thigh and firm stomach as he held himself steady at the man's waist. Drew's mouth opened and closed as his Dad's big dick throbbed against his tongue. Drew realized he had been moaning out loud and had no idea how long he had been doing it. He took a moment to turn to his Dad. Adam was still sleeping. Drew felt the big cock move against his face, eager for the boy's attention. He turned back and began to lick the juicy prick. It bumped and bounced against his face as he sucked and licked on it. Drew smiled as he lapped at the mighty shaft. He couldn't get enough of his Dad's cock under any circumstances. He loved everything about his Dad; the way he looked, smelled, the way he moved and spoke and especially the taste of his strong flesh. At some point Drew's mouth found his Father's large cock head. He did his best to open his mouth as widely as he could, but as usual it wasn't enough. Even at eight years old Drew was just too small to engulf his Father's dick the way he wanted. Only half the pulsing head would fit inside his mouth but he was determined to make up for it with an eagerness to please his Dad. The big prick throbbed but didn't move away. It was as if it knew the boy was struggling and was trying to help. It sat still and allowed the child to suck on it with his small mouth and lapping tongue. Drew was used to not touching his Dad's cock with his hands. Adam usually held it for him because of its size but the truth was Adam couldn't control his feelings for the boy. Drew enraged his body to the point that Adam had to reduce the stimulus his Son created inside him. Had it been anybody else between his legs, be it man or woman, boy or girl, Adam wouldn't have had the problem. But it was Drew...his Son and the boy was like a drug to Adam's big cock, an addictive drug that would be in his system for the rest of his life. The pulsing prick in Drew's mouth oozed a small amount of cum against his tongue. Drew's clamped down hard on the big cock as the taste of his Dad's cum filled his mouth. He sucked hard in an attempt to extract more of the thick cream from his Father's large prick but it teased him, giving him just enough to keep him active but not enough to quench his craving. Drew's small hand reached up and gripped the huge shaft and squeezed it for more cum. The big dick was much stronger than the boy however and simply pulsed lustily in his hand, happy for his touch. Drew gripped it with his tiny fingers and stroked the long prick with broad strokes. The swollen head throbbed in his mouth and forced his jaw open even more. Drew had to pull away slightly in order to accommodate the new girth, his tongue ran across the head, lapping at the hole for more cum. Adam breathed deeply and spread his legs apart. His chest lifted and his head moved to the other side as his Son sucked on his hard cock. Drew was lost for a moment, caught up in the quest to drink his Dad's cock milk. When Adam's large thigh moved against him the boy was shifted with it, his small weight no match for the heavy limb. Drew let his hand drop from Adam's prick and he wrapped his arm around his Father's solid leg, not letting the cock out of his mouth. He rested his head against his Dad's stomach and nursed happily on his big dick. Adam's hand came down and his large fingers moved through Drew's blonde hair. He was still breathing steadily, still in his dream state, but his body responded to his Son all on its own. His Father's touch settled the boy down as it always did. Drew was content to service the huge prick between his Dad's legs at a slow rhythmic pace. His soft lips sucked at the swollen head as his Dad's strong fingers ran methodically through his hair. Drew closed his eyes and sucked deeply on the heavy cock, loving the way his Father's hand stroked him. Adam was still asleep. His huge body was in a perfect dream state, his body responding to his Son's attention the way it always did. Even in his sleep he showed the boy affection, his hand moving on its own to pleasure his Son. Adam's legs opened for the boy, giving him every opportunity to explore his body, his big cock, and his heavy balls. A soft moan left his chest as his Son nursed on his throbbing pecker. Drew heard his Dad. He was so content to please him but he didn't want to disturb his sleep. He was about to turn his head to see if he was awake when his Father's mighty prick seeped more cum into his mouth. Drew moaned out loud as the delicious flavor intoxicated his senses. It was as if his Dad's cock knew the boy was about to move away and brought him back; made him focus on the one thing he wanted more than anything; to give his Dad head. Drew's arm hugged at his Father's thigh, keeping him in place as if his Dad would dare to move him away. His hard cock began to move across his Father's hairy leg in rhythm to his sucking. Adam's eyes slowly opened. It took him a moment to realize he was stroking Drew's hair and that his Son was sucking at his hard cock. He took in a deep breath and carefully looked down at Drew. The child's blonde hair was resting on his stomach and although he couldn't see it, he felt the boy's soft lips sucking deeply on his big prick and his Son's hard cock rubbing against his leg. Adam was about to let him know he was awake and tell the boy he loved him but decided against it. Drew wanted to suck on him just like he always did. This was their last day together and Adam was determined to give Drew whatever he wanted. If the boy wanted to blow him Adam would give him his wish. In fact Adam would move heaven and earth to make the child happy especially after what happened on the school bus. As much as Drew loved him, Adam knew he loved the boy a thousand times more. The fact that Drew wanted him so much drove Adam to love him even more. Sometimes he would pretend to be bothered by Drew's constant attention, teasing the boy or half heartedly pushing him away. But the truth was Adam craved the boy's touch. He loved the way Drew always wanted to hold his hand in public, or sat next to him on the sofa, his small body pressed against his. The way Drew's arms tried to hug his thick chest or the way his fingers ran across his biceps made Adam's cock hard for the boy. He loved to sink his big, warm tongue into Drew's mouth and let him suck on it. Between his cock and his tongue, Adam had plenty to please the child with. He smiled at his Son, careful not to give himself away. He laid his head back on the pillow and felt his dick throb in Drew's mouth. Suck it angel, Adam thought to himself. He felt Drew's tongue lapping at his hole, eager for more of his cum. The boy craved it in a way Adam didn't understand. He came like a bull and Drew would swallow every drop if he let him. After the first mouthful you would think the boy would have gotten enough...but not Drew. He would suck Adam's big dick until his balls emptied completely. Adam never let it come to that. He was just too big a man for a little boy like Drew to take in one sitting. Drew struggled to take his cum but Adam made sure to give him only enough to satisfy his thirst. He was afraid the boy would get sick or choke on his thick cream. And yet here his Son was, sucking him off for the umpteenth time as if he had never sucked him before. Adam loved the child more than he could ever explain. His big dick seeped cum into Drew's mouth every few minutes...just enough to keep him in place. His heavy, hairy balls filled with cream but denied the boy their bounty. His dick had a mind of its own and it intended to keep the child right there, sucking on the head, preferably for eternity. The boy was on a leash, a leash made of heavy white cum and as long as his big prick fed the boy, Drew wasn't going anywhere...not for a long time. Adam relaxed in the bed and enjoyed his Son's mouth on his cock. It was going to be a long morning and Adam wouldn't have it any other way. Drew's mouth was stretched over his Dad's huge head and his tongue was probing his hole in search of more of his Daddy's cream. The boy was in heaven. The big, silky cockhead warmed his mouth and it throbbed just enough to make Drew suck it just a little deeper. His cock was so big, so strong; it could have easily pushed the boy away. But it was patient, infinitely patient with him. It would teach him what to do and how to properly service him. Adam felt more of his cream seep into Drew's mouth. Again the child moaned and Adam smiled at the sound. Had it been anyone else Adam would have pushed their heads deeper on his big prick, but it was Drew...it was his Son and Adam was doing this for Drew's pleasure, not for his own. Suck me anyway you want baby, he thought. Daddy's not going anywhere. Drew's hand eventually worked its way back up to his Dad's massive prick. His small fingers rubbed at his Father's thick shaft and moved down to caress his heavy balls. His soft moans filled the room and his saliva dripped down from his mouth and began to coat his Dad's hairy stomach. His warm tongue circled around Adam's silky cockhead, making love to the throbbing shaft between his Father's muscled legs. Adam's hand moved to Drew's neck and his large fingers carefully rubbed his Son's small muscles. His big cock throbbed and he felt his balls began to feed the boy more and more of his cum. Drew's sucking became more excited as his Father's milk began to fill his mouth up more frequently. Daddy! He thought as he sucked his Father's mighty prick. Adam's fingers coaxed his Son to suck him harder. He spread his legs apart and gently moved his hips forward in an attempt to push just a little more of his cock into his Son's mouth. He lifted his head up and watched his boy suck his cock. It was incredible. His eight year old Son was hungrily blowing him, moaning like an addict, his small mouth gripping his swollen head and his tiny fingers pumping up and down his huge shaft. Adam's head tilted to the side. He wanted to see the boy's mouth, to see his Son suck his big cock. He moved Drew's long blonde hair up out of the way and smiled as his only Son gave him head. "Suck me baby" Adam spoke for the first time, no longer caring if Drew knew he was awake. He stroked the child's head, keeping his hair back from his face. He stared intently at Drew's mouth affixed to his big cock. "That's my boy" he said deeply. "That's Daddy's little boy" Adam tilted his hips upward and tried to get more of his dick in the child's mouth. Drew of course, already beat him to the punch and was currently stuffed to the limit. Adam's gentle thrust had only served to push Drew back some. Adam grunted in delight. His Son tried so hard, so hard to take his heavy cock in his mouth but it was an impossible task that the boy just wasn't up to. Adam couldn't help but feel masculine pride at the size of his big dick. "Suck what you can baby" he encouraged his Son. "Your Daddy's a big boy" He grinned at Drew but his Son was lost in a sea of lust for his Father. His hand pumped up and down the mighty shaft and he sucked as hard as he could on his Dad's prick. He saw Drew's body start to shudder. The boy was going to cum himself, it wouldn't take long now. Adam knew what the boy needed. "Daddy's gonna cum in your mouth baby" he said, watching Drew get excited. He knew this is what the child wanted. It was all about his cream, his thick man cum. Adam spread apart his legs and felt his balls churn. "Eat that dick!" he growled out. His heavy shaft swelled up and his huge balls unloaded inside Drew's hungry mouth. "Fuck!" he shouted as his cock erupted inside Drew's lips. He watched as a river of thick white cum flooded out of the boy's mouth and down to his stomach. Adam's prick surged and he barely had time to grab Drew by the hair and pull him back before his big cock spewed a torrent of cum into the boy's mouth again. Instead it splashed heavily against the child's face and dripped on Adam's hairy stomach. Drew had his mouth wide open and he pulled against his Father's hand in an attempt to recapture the large man's prick. He felt the heavy cream slide off his smooth skin as his Dad's dick erupted in mid air and ejaculated its load against his face. Adam watched as his heavy shaft throbbed and shot at his Son. He smiled as Drew struggled to get to his dick. It never ceased to amaze him the lengths the boy would take to suck his big cock. After the second eruption he let his Son go and watched in delight as Drew practically attacked his cum covered cock. The boy's mouth slobbered on Adam's thick cream and slid across the wet skin as his lips sunk deeply on the silky head. Drew's entire body trembled and his hard cock humped his Father's hairy leg. Adam watched with Fatherly pride as his young Son came. As always Drew came so hard his body practically shut down. His head slumped on his Dad's stomach and his fingers tight grip on his Father's big cock became a weak grasp. Adam watched his Son carefully and very gently pulled his wet prick out of the boy's mouth. He smoothed the child's hair down with his hand and smiled as his Son's eyes fluttered shut. Drew was almost out. Adam's stomach was covered in cum but it paled in comparison to Drew's face which literally dripped with it. Adam gently ran his fingers across Drew's face and cleaned him off, letting his cum fall on his stomach. He licked at his own fingers once he wiped his Son off and then carefully lifted the boy's tiny body up against his chest. Adam wrapped his thick arms around his beautiful boy and held him close, kissing his head. "Daddy loves you" he whispered in his ear. Drew had packed his things and was sitting in the back of Charles's car waving goodbye to his Dad. This was always the hardest part for him, driving away from his Father. It would take two hours or so to get home and Drew would talk to Charles about his trip with his Dad, not telling him too much, just enough to keep his interest. Inside he would be thinking about his handsome Father and the great time they had together. Drew always felt warm inside when he thought of his Dad. His big arms and broad shoulders made Drew feel invulnerable as if nothing in the world could hurt him when he was with his Father. He put his things away in his room after saying hello to his mother. She went on and on about the accident and how irresponsible it was for his Dad to let him go in the first place. Drew never argued with her because his Dad told him not too. She would never know how much he loved the man, or dreamed of being with him night after night. Drew sat there and listened to her. She wanted to take him to the doctor and make sure he was alright but Drew could tell she was seeing dollar signs not just the state of his health. He went to the den. Charles and his mom were talking outside on the deck about contacting the hospital and getting hold of one of Charles's lawyer friends. Drew lifted up the phone and called his Dad. It rang only twice before a familiar deep voice answered. "Hello" "Dad...it's Drew" Adam laughed. "I know who it is baby. I always know when it's you" Drew paused, loving the way his Dad spoke to him. "I'm home and everything is alright" "That's good" There was a moment of silence and Adam said, "I miss you already" Drew sighed. "In fact, I missed you when you drove away from me" Drew felt his stomach sink, he wanted nothing more than to feel his Dad's thick arms wrapped around him and listen to his strong heart beat in his broad chest. "I miss you too Dad" he sounded sad. "I always miss you..." Adam took in a deep breath. It would have felt better if someone stabbed him with a knife than hear his Son depressed. "Kitten, I love you" he told his boy. "Daddy loves you so much. I think about you every minute of every day we're apart. Don't you ever forget that" Drew nodded his head. "I won't Dad" Adam gripped the kitchen counter top. "Now you be good for your mother, don't give her any cause to be mad at you. I'll see you in a few weeks and you call me if you need anything, even if it's just to talk, alright?" Drew wanted to say so much more but only managed to say, "I love you Daddy" Adam stood up and threw his head back, wanting to hit something, anything. His fist bunched up and he swung it in the air. "I love you too angel" Drew hung the phone up and looked out the window at his mother and Charles. They were still talking about the accident and Charles was dialing someone on his cell phone. Drew sighed and went back to his room to unpack. More than two hours away, Adam walked around his house looking for something to break. He was usually a very level headed man, in complete control of his emotions, but when his Son was involved, he turned into a raging beast. He walked outside, found a hand ax on the ground and hurled it into a tree. The thick blade imbedded itself deep into the wood. Adam moved toward it, to throw it again. Drew had spent the next three days playing with his friends while Charles worked and his mother planned out the lawsuit. He was on his bike going to his friend Billy's and took a shortcut through a reservoir. He had taken it many times before and as they lived in a safe neighborhood Drew was never afraid. He looked around having passed by some other kids about twenty minutes ago and noticed he was alone. It was about one in the afternoon and Drew found an open patch of ground he thought might be good for some tricks with his bike. He had only just learned how to pop a wheelie and he was eager to practice whenever he could, provided he was alone so no one could see him fail. He wanted to show his Dad what he could do so he wanted to make sure he wouldn't mess up when the time came. Drew was pleased with himself. He did three wheelies back to back and knew he was getting better having beaten his previous record by one. He didn't want to be too late at Billy's so he started to head up the bike path. It had rained a day earlier and the ground became muddy, but like most kids Drew thought it was great and plowed through it happily. With his wheels coated with mud, Drew drove on passing by a drainage ditch and headed to the right. His wheel slid out from under him and he bike didn't turn. Instead it headed right to the ditch. Drew tried to brake but it was too late, his front wheel came off the ground and dropped into the hole. Drew bailed off the bike as it slid away from him. He watched it fly straight into the ditch as he landed on his side. His body didn't stop however. The momentum from the bike was still with him and the mud on the ground provided no support. Drew was going down with his bike. His hands clawed at the earth, grabbing large chunks of mud and dirt, barely slowing him down. His feet dropped off the edge, followed by his knees and hips. Drew twisted on his stomach, fear taking over. He was scared, more than he had been in a long time. His body dropped off the side but before he went completely over his hand found the cement edge and gripped it like his life depended on it. Drew hung in space. He looked down. There was a good ten to fifteen feet before the concrete tube would break his fall and the sides were slick with water and mud. Drew managed to get his other hand up and take hold of the edge. He panicked. His bike was in a jumble at the bottom of the ditch. He heard running water as the tube drained the surrounding area of rain the previous day. Drew was in trouble. He cried out for help. It had been a long time since he saw those kids and they were heading in the other direction. Drew felt tears run down his face. He was going to get hurt and no one was around to help him. His fingers ached; he was unable to bring himself up. His feet keep slipping on the slick surface and his body seemed heavier by the second. He didn't know how long he hung there crying out for help. It seemed like forever. He felt his fingers slip. He was about to fall and there was nothing he could do about it. He wanted his Dad. "HELP ME!" he shouted one more time before his hands gave up. His tiny body started to fall. Tears blinded his vision. He fell maybe one good foot before a large hand clamped down on his wrist. Someone had caught him in mid air. He looked up but couldn't see through his tears and dirt that covered his face. His small body lifted up into the air. Whoever had him was strong. He cleared the edge of the ditch and was set down a good three feet from it. He lifted up his hands and wiped his face to look at his savior. A muscular teenager with thick black hair stood in front of him. His jeans were torn and his hairy legs shown through. He was handsome but rugged in a way that reminded Drew of someone. He looked like he could be mean if he wanted. "You alright little man?" the boy asked, squatting down in front of Drew. He nodded his head. "Thank you for helping me" The strong boy reached out and ruffled Drew's hair. "No problem kid. You shouldn't be out here by yourself, you might run into someone like me" he grinned playfully at Drew. He held out his hand for Drew to shake. "I'm Max" That's when it all came back to Drew. This was the same boy his Father beat up, the one with his friends in the supermarket. Drew looked at the teenager's biceps. They were big. Not as big as his Dad's but easily larger than anyone else his age. The boy stood up to his full impressive height. He walked to the ditch and looked down. "I'm going to get your bike" he said as if it were the easiest thing in the world. "It's too deep" Drew said. Max turned and smiled at him. "Not for me" And he dropped from sight right into the ditch. Drew made it to his feet and walked over to the edge, careful not to get too close. He saw Max lifting his bike in the air over his head. He looked up and Drew. "Move out of the way little buddy" Drew moved back and to the side and watched his bike fly through the air in front of him, not a moment later. It landed on the ground about four feet from him. He went back to the ditch and saw Max start to run first up one side of the wall and then the other. The boy built up speed and then launched himself up one wall. His strong hands managed to grab the edge once his legs propelled him skyward. With ease, the teenager lifted himself out of the ditch, a feat Drew was nowhere near able to do. Max looked at the bike. "It's seen better days that's for sure" He pulled at the frame trying to straighten it out. "I can fix it but I can't do it here" Drew walked over to him and Max saw him limp. "What's wrong with you?" Drew looked down, his legs was cut and bleeding right below the knee. Before he could answer Max lifted up his torn jeans and examined him. "You'll be fine, is just a bad scrape" He stood up and brought the bike with him. It couldn't be driven but it would wheel itself beside him. He squatted down on the ground and looked at Drew. "Get on my back. I can take you both" Drew hesitated for a moment and then wrapped his small arms around Max's thick neck. The boy stood up, taking Drew with him. One big arm came around and supported Drew's legs. "I've got you buddy, just take it easy. I don't live too far from here" Drew leaned against the strong boy and let himself be carried back down the path. About five minutes later Drew decided to remind the teenager who he was, just in case Max wasn't kidding earlier about meeting him in the woods. "You know who I am?" he asked timidly. The large boy turned and smiled at him. "Of course I do. Your Father kicked my ass" Drew didn't respond, not sure of what else to say. "You're Drew right?" He nodded. The teenager kept walking. "Well let's get you back to my place and get you fixed up. I'll see what I can do with your bike" Drew didn't say anything else. He leaned against the boy's strong back wishing his Dad was with him. To Be Continued...