I’m Glad You’re My Daddy Now


By Kevin Anderson


Edited by Jeremy Ellington

NOTICE: This story contains scenes of a sexually graphic nature which may not be legal in your area.  This story is based on actual events, although some parts have been configured for story flow.  If you are offended by such themes, stop reading now.


Let me introduce myself.  I'm Kevin Anderson, 24 years old. I grew up in a small town in North Carolina called Castle Haynes with my older brother Mike, 26.  We never got along, even as kids.  Our personalities were polar opposites. He had blond hair, I have black hair.  We both had blue eyes and both had mostly smooth bodies, both 6'2, and had always been very athletic.

As soon as I turned 18 I got the hell out of there and found my fortune as a singer.  The last time I was back there was for my Mother’s funeral, and it was also the last time I laid eyes on my nephew, Sean.  He was only a few months old at the time and already adorable. 

I tried to secretly keep in contact with my sister-in-law, Sandy.  She was the Prom Queen, the Head Cheerleader... why the hell she married my brother who the hell knows. She would send me pictures of my nephew as he was growing up when she could, and he was turning into a very handsome young boy.  I would send him presents and cards every Christmas and on his birthday.  Sandy told me that she showed him pictures of me so he would know that he had an uncle.

When Sean was 10 years old I found out that my Brother was doing drugs and drinking a lot and abusing Sandy and Sean.  I told her I would get both of them away from my brother; all she had to do was say the word and I would help them both disappear.  She declined the offer saying she loved him too much to leave, it would devastate him, and he would find them and kill them both.  It was killing me knowing the situation they were in, and there was nothing I could do about it without her permission.

It was July and I had just finished doing a concert for the Fourth and getting ready to start my tour.  I was in my suite with my manager, personal assistant, lawyers, and a few other drones running around talking on their phones.  It was very busy in the suite; with so much going on I couldn't really think.  My personal assistant interrupted us saying I had a phone call.  I asked her if she could take a message but she told me I better take the call; it was the state police.  The room became very quiet and all eyes were on me.  The look on my face was one of shock.  I knew I had done nothing wrong and had no idea why they would be calling me.

I got up and took the phone and walked into the other room.  The state trooper was calling from North Carolina.  “Is this Kevin Anderson?”

“Yes sir, this is Kevin Anderson, what is this about?”

“Is Mike Anderson your brother?”

“Yes, what the hell has he done now?”  The only thought that went through my mind was oh God he's killed Sandy and Sean.

“Mr. Anderson I have some bad news.”  I almost collapsed, shaking all over and fearing the worst.  “There was a car accident.  Your brother and sister-in-law were killed in the accident and your name is the only contact number we have.”  Sandy must have had my number in her phone.

I fell to the floor and everyone came running into the room.  The only thing I could ask first was what about Sean, what about Sean, dear God please don't let anything have happened to Sean.  I started to cry uncontrollably, praying out loud ‘Please not Sean.’

“No sir, he was not in the car,” the trooper said.  “Sir, that's why I’m calling you.  You’re listed as his only living relative.  You will need to come to North Carolina as he has been placed in child protective services.  How soon can you be here?”

I cried even more out of relief.  Finally, I calmed down long enough to say, “Right away, I'm on the next flight out.”  Thank God I had access to a private jet.

I ran out of the room yelling ‘I have to go; I have to go now!’  I ran to my room and just started throwing clothes in a bag.  Everyone was stunned and confused watching me freak out.  My assistant came in the room asking what the hell was going on.  I told her what had happened so she dashed from the room and got on the phone to the airport and the car service.  Everyone started to make phone calls cancelling everything until further notice.  My assistant asked me if I wanted her to come with me, but I told her I would call as soon as I knew anything. 

As I was leaving the hotel there were paparazzi all over the place.  All I saw were flashes as I got in the car and tore out of there to the airport.  I ran to the plane and we took off. 

It was a long flight.  In the first hour I was watching the onboard TV, but not really watching, when I heard my manager make an announcement to the press that I had a family emergency and had to leave.  He asked if they would respect my privacy during this time.

I arrived in North Carolina early that evening and was met on the tarmac by a Town Car that took me to the morgue where I met Tom, the state trooper.  I identified Mike and Sandy’s bodies.  After that I asked Tom to take me to Sean.  We followed him to this nice house and as soon as I got out of the car Sean came running to me crying that ‘Mommy and Daddy are dead.’  All I could do was hold his little body in my arms and cry with him, telling him ‘I know baby, I know’.  I went to stand but he would not let me go so I picked him and carried him while he buried his face in my neck sobbing. 

We went into the house and I sat down with him on my lap.  I talked with the people from Family Services, who had me sign the papers taking custody of him.  I pulled his face out of my neck and wiped his tears.  “Sean you’re going to come live with me if that's ok with you.”

He tried to smile and shook his head ‘yes’.

“OK, Sean go get your stuff please and we can go to the motel.” 

It was a typical small town motel: two full-sized beds, small bathroom, limited TV stations.  Sean was exhausted from the emotion of the day and I was tired as well.  I got him down to his little briefs and tucked him into one of the beds.  I noticed that Sean didn't seem to have much in the way of clothes, and what he did have was nothing but rags.  I started to make a list of the things he would need for the service and for his future with me.  I knew it was going to be hard on Sean getting used to his new life, but I also knew it was going to be a hell of a lot better than the one he just left.  I would make sure that he would want for nothing.  I made a few phone calls then crawled into the other bed and quickly fell sleep.

After the memorial service was over we went straight to the airport and flew back to Branson.  I called my assistant from the plane and told her we were on our way back and to cancel any appointments I had for the next few weeks.  I also gave her the list of clothes and other items I needed her to pick up for Sean.  I wanted him to start right out with new things to wear and some toys and games. 

I looked down and watched him sleeping, his head in my lap.  I knew for a long time I was into men, not boys, but for some reason I was very attracted to Sean.  He kept moving his head, and the more he moved the harder I noticed I was getting.  I was shifting in my seat but every time I moved he moved closer.  I had to wake him up when we were about to land, giving me time to rearrange myself and my hard-on went down. 

The car met us on the tarmac, and as we drove to the hotel I had to talk to Sean about what was going on and what he was going to see once we got to the hotel.  I asked him to stay as close to me as possible.  We arrived at the hotel and it looked like every reporter in the country was there.  Sean looked scared but I told him not to worry, I was never going to let anyone hurt him, ever.  The car pulled up and once we got out I made a mad dash for the doors with Sean in my arms, shielding him from whoever I could.  We made it to my private elevator that took us straight to the penthouse. 

Once we arrived all of my staff was there and Sean clung to me like a second skin.  I took him to my room to calm him down.  This was all new to him and everything was moving too fast in his world.  I told Sean to stay in here for a bit and I would be back for him.  I went into the main room and told everyone they could leave so I could get Sean settled in.  After everyone left I went back to my room and there was Sean sitting on the edge on the king-size bed looking so cute.  Once he saw me enter he jumped off the bed with a scared look on his face as if he had done something wrong.

He started to cry.  “I'm sorry Uncle Kevin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mess up your bed, please don't spank me I'll be good I promise, please don’t make me go away, I'll be good.”

My heart sank.  What in the hell did my brother do to this kid?  I walked over to Sean and knelt down to hug him but he shielded himself as if I was going to hit him.  I gently pulled his arms away.  “Sean I'm not mad, I'm not going to hit you sweetie.”

He looked up at me with tears in his eye, sniffling.  I wiped his tears, took him in my arms and hugged him, rocking back and forth, calming him down by rubbing his back.  I didn't want to stop.  I had to pull myself away, wondering what is going on with me, this isn't right, I should not be having these feeling for a boy, let alone my own nephew.  I finally pulled away and told Sean it was ok; he did nothing wrong. 

I hadn't really noticed before, but Sean was very much in need of a bath.  I took him into the bathroom and ran his bath water.  I told him we would order dinner after his bath.  I looked over at him and he just stood there.  “Sean, go ahead and get undressed.”

He slowly started to undress.  Once he was naked he again stood there like he didn't know what to do.  “Sean what's wrong?”

He looked at me a little confused.  “I'm not supposed to get in till you tell me it's ok.”

“What?  I never heard of that.  Sean you can get in the tub anytime you want.”

He moved over to the tub very slowly like it was a trick or something.  I took him by the hand and brought him closer.  I picked him and put him in the tub and sat him down in the warm water.  He seemed to melt and relax more.

He looked up at me with the saddest eyes.  “Uncle Kevin this water is warm.  I never took a warm bath before, this is nice.”

My god, I couldn’t wrap my head around this.  “I’m glad you like it Sean.  Now you can go ahead and wash yourself.”

He stared at me with those big eyes.  “Uncle Kevin I don't know how to, Mommy always washed me.  Would you do it please?”

I can say one thing; Sandy did a good job teaching him manners.  I took the wash cloth and soap in hand and started to wash his back.  That's when I noticed the bruises and some marks on his back, leftovers from my brother’s wrath.  I managed to keep my anger to myself and had him raise his arms, and I washed under them and then down to his fingers.  I dunked the wash cloth in the water and continued on to his small hairless chest.  I rinsed off the soap, then had him stand up.  I washed his legs and then up to his little cocklet.  He moved as if it hurt.

“Are you ok Sean?”

“Yes sir, it just hurts when you use the cloth.”

I ditched the wash cloth and decided to use my bare hands.  I soaped up and started to wash him, running my hands up his hairless legs to his cocklet.  I washed his cocklet and his little hairless ball sack, and in between just behind his balls, and then moved on to his little butt.  I was using both hands now without even noticing what I was doing and how long I had been doing it until I heard Sean moan.

I snapped out of my trance and looked at Sean.  “You ok Sean?  I’m sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you.”

He looked at me and said, “You didn't hurt me Uncle Kevin, it felt good.  Is that ok?”

I smiled and nodded to him.  I suddenly realized I had a hard-on, harder than I had ever had.  I started washing him again with my hands, working his little hairless cocklet.  He was cut and I figured it to be about 1.5 inches without measuring.  I looked up and asked him if he was ok.  

His eyes were closed, letting out little moans until he started to breathe heavily and started to call out my name.  “Uncle Kevin, Uncle Kevin, I'm going to pee, please stop I’m going to pee!”  He started to moan louder and shake.  I slowed down rubbing him and he just slumped onto my shoulders and held on until he caught his breath.  “Uncle Kevin, what just happened?”

“I’ll explain everything to you later, but are you ok Sean?”

“Yes Uncle Kevin, I’m really ok.”

I rinsed him, then stood and picked him up out of the tub and dried him off.  I took him into the bedroom and gave him a robe that covered him from head to toe.  He looked so cute!

Our dinner arrived and the bellman set the table for us.  Before he left he turned and looked at Sean and said, "Will that be all Sir?”  Sean looked at him like was speaking another language.  The bellman just stood there waiting for Sean to answer.  “Well, Sir, is there anything else I can do for you?”

Sean giggled and looked at me.  I told the bellman he was shy around strangers and this was all new to him.  I signed for the meal, tipped him and thanked him. 

After the bellman left Sean looked up at me.  “Why he was talking to me?”

“He was being polite, Sean.”  He seemed to understand.

I fixed Sean his plate and sat him in the living room, then I fixed my own plate and joined him.  We watched some TV as we ate and talked.

“Uncle Kevin, why didn’t you ever come to see me before, I only know you from the pictures Mommy showed me.  Why was my Daddy so mad at you?  Where am I going to live?”

I answered all his questions and told him he was going to live with me if he wanted to.

He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and smiled.  “Uncle Kevin, I want to live with you forever, I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

I pulled him into my chest and kissed him on the top of his head.  I took a big sniff and damn he smelled so clean and good.  The thoughts of having him, what I could do with him, would not leave my mind as much as I tried to push them out.  I tried to focus on what was on TV.

Sean fell asleep and I carried him to my room and placed him in bed.  I realized I hadn't had a shower myself, so after I tucked him in I went into the bathroom.  While I was in there washing the thought of Sean kept running through my head.  My hard-on would not go away so I jacked off while in the shower.  God I never came like that before!  I came so hard it hit the other wall and I didn't think I would stop shooting.  I finally came down from my high and got out to dry myself.

When I came back in the room Sean was sound asleep.  I crawled in bed and tried to fall asleep myself.  Sean moved over and curled up to me in a ball.  I kissed him on the top of his head but I didn't stop there.  I kept kissing him; his ear, his neck, his little hairless chest and I kept going down.  I finally reached his little cock and I started out kissing it, then turned into a full on sucking.  The more I sucked the more he moaned and moved his little hips.  I kept sucking him, then licking his little hairless ball sack.  I licked my way up his 1.5 cocklet and took it back in my mouth and sucked.  He was moaning and whimpering and then started to thrash around on the bed and I held him tight.  His little body started to shake and tensed up and then went limp. WOW!  That's the second dry orgasm I’d given my nephew!

I was so into what pleasure I was giving Sean I didn't notice that I’d shot a load too.  I cleaned myself off, turned out the lights and settled back down in bed.  Sean moved closer and curled up to me again.  I wrapped my arms around him and held him close.

Just before I fell asleep I hear Sean say, “I’m glad you’re my Daddy now… I love you Daddy,” and pushed his little naked body in closer to my naked body. I fell asleep with a smile and a tear.


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To my readers, this isn’t my story, it is Kevin’s story.  Kevin is one of my readers who wrote me and told me of a story from his past.  I helped him edit this, and here you have it.  The story is 98% + true, I just moved a few things around and added a teeny bit of flavor.

Text copyright ® 2016 Kevin Anderson and Jeremy Ellington.

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