My Dads draft 10
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2015 by the Author
Jonhold@earthlink.net
"Come on, we're going to bed."
I pulled back the covers on the side of the bed away from Dad and crawled between the cool sheets. I was so tired I just laid there, sagging into the old mattress, mind and body floating adrift in pre-sleep numbness. My Step-dad blew out the kerosene lamp and the room darkened with a spooky country darkness alleviated only by the little bit of moonlight seeping into the room. I was exhausted and ready for sleep. My mind kept trying to put the days events into some sort of order. Jumping from one event to things in the past to...
Suddenly I was overcome with loneliness. The loneliness of a boy searching for his path to manhood can experience in full. My real fathers abstracted distance from me and then his sliminess with me and my best friend. And then him just walking off and abandoning me without even saying good-bye. My Mom having her life interrupted by me and getting away from me as soon as she possibly could. I mean, I knew she loved me, but she didn't really have anything to do with me except make sure the servants took care of me. Jock loved me, but he was just a kid--and we kept getting torn away from each other by the grown-ups in our lives, mostly my supposedly grown-ups.
Oh God! I hurt so bad I couldn't even cry. My chest hurt so bad I thought it was going to crush in and kill me. Tears welled in my eyes but wouldn't flow. My breath started coming in gasps as the pain threatened to send me into eternal blackness.
"Joey?"
"Joey?... what's the matter? Are you OK?
I couldn't move. I was so terrified that he would hate me and leave me too.
A big hand reached over under the covers and gently touched my ice cold flesh. I flinched from the contact and curled even tighter into the fetal position I'd assumed. Holding my breath as best I could and trying to disappear so the pain would go away.
"Oh, Joey", the voice quietly said. "Oh, my boy." As the warm hands gently soothed me into a more open position and turned me towards the radiant heat I felt pouring from his body.
As I felt the first touch of his hot body I reacted instinctively. I didn't think about it. I just clutched desperately to his massive protective body. Upper leg across the soft part above his waist, arms under neck and over chest. Grasping and clutching myself into a protective embrace with the safe parent I needed so desperately.
Burrowing my face into his thick mass of chest hair I broke into uncontrollable racking sobs. The pain in my heart exploded into reality. No longer hidden but exposed for all the world to see. My soul naked before all the gods there ever were--and this massive stranger who had married my mother.
The pillars of his thickly muscled arms closed around me in a protective embrace and held me close.
Time is that which happens while we are waiting for life.
He let me cry until I was exhausted and his chest was soaked with tears and snot and I finally just quietly laid there in the warmth and security of his embrace. This powerful, brash construction worker just gently held me, letting his caring and concern soak into me and permeate my existence.
I drifted off to sleep, exhausted by the emotional outpouring and release of my deepest fears. Aware that I was understood, even though I hadn't said a word. O' sleep. Blessed peaceful sleep. I slept as a small child sleeps, knowing he is protected and free from possible danger.
***
As the first rays of the emerging sun peered into the cabin, lighting the darkness to dimness, I awoke feeling warm and wonderful. I opened my eyes fully only to be confronted by a wall of hair-covered human flesh. I looked upwards across the flat plains of an impossibly wide pectoral muscle. Up further to the smoother hair that tapered down to the thickly corded neck muscles. Up even further until my deep blue eyes encountered a pair of soft brown eyes quietly watching me.
A deep rumble vibrated through my body and my ears finally sorted out the gentle words, "You okay, Son?"
I smiled and pulled myself upwards across his hairy chest with the arm I still had draped over his neck. When I got up to his face I just kept staring into his deep, deep eyes. Searching for something I didn't even know the name of...
"Did you just wake up too, Sir?"
"No, Boy."
"Were you awake all night?"
"Yes."
"Watching me?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I was worried about you."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Like I was your son?"
"Aren't you?"
"Aren't I what?"
"My son."
My heart almost stopped. My early morning lazy-sleepy mind shook itself awake. "Do you want me to be?"
"Yes!"
I just lay there in his arms. Staring into his eyes as hard and deep as I could. Trying to find the truth.
Even after a long search all I could see was quietness. Calm. Gentle acceptance of me for who I was. And concern. Finally, I reached up and leaned forward to brush my lips against his. He just laid there and let me be. Let me do whatever it was I needed to do. I looked into his eyes again and they were the same. Still calm and concerned.
I closed my eyes and leaned my head forward to kiss his firm, full lips with my own much smaller and softer lips. His breath was sweet in my nose and his lips warm where they touched mine. I moaned deeply as my arms and legs pulled me even closer to him, pressing my lips, chest and groin tighter to him. My head moved from side to side as I kissed his lips over and over, covering them completely from end to end with my swelling, puffy lips. His lower arm moved upwards, removing the hand that had been holding my butt in place. His hand grasped the back of my head, taking some of the pressure off my neck muscles but holding my lips even closer to his as they softened and opened to my tongue.
A deep bass rumble came from his chest as he angled his head to best accept my lips and seeking, probing tongue.
After a long mindless time of deep French kissing and mounting passions as our lips swelled and became ever more sensitive he rolled over on top of me and pulled his head back as he held mine down in the firm grasp in both of his hands. His eyes stared deeply into mine as his elbows held the weight of his upper body off of me.
He smiled.
"What a nice way to get going in the morning! We'd better stop now though. I'd better warn you that I'm extra horny in the mornings" he grinned. "It's better not to tease a raging bull," he laughed as he started to get up.
My legs reached up and clasped him around his hips as my arms tightened around his neck and pulled my head free from his hands, lifting me back to his full lips. I almost frantically kissed him, clashing our teeth together in my attempt to enrage him even further.
I dropped back an inch from his lips and said in a low serious voice, "Hi, Raging Bull. Have you ever met a raging cow before?"
He laughed into my face as I dangled from his crouching form.
I started swinging myself back and forth as he crouched there on all fours, my exposed butt finally starting to hit the head of his morning piss hardon.
"OK, Boy. Enough is enough. Let me up now so I can go piss. You keep fucking around, you're going to get yourself fucked!"
"Promise?" I said as I swung myself even harder into his erection.
He reached up with one hand and held me still. Looking deep into my eyes he said, "Are you serious, Boy?"
"Fuck me, Raging Bull!" I demanded. "Fuck me so good I forget all the bad parts!" I clutched myself to him even more tightly, straining for his lips as he lowered me, shoulders first, to the mattress Then laying the entire weight of his fur covered, hard muscled body on top of me as my legs reached up and forward.
I was so insignificant compared to this massive stallion. My Raging Bull. The pressure of his hot body pressing down on me put me entirely under his control. I was so comfortable. Even today, after he has fucked me so many times, it is magnificent to feel him laying on me. The safest and most comfortable I ever feel is when I am laying underneath my Daddy. You'd think I'd be crushed and unable to breath, but nothing could be further from the truth. I'm built to have a MAN laying on me. You can only imagine how truly overpoweringly stupendous this first experience was unless you too have totally surrendered yourself to a man who loves you and wants to fuck you--or who is laying on you, freshly exhausted from your passionate coupling.
My flexible young body fitted my feet under his elbows as he lay on me in push-up position, his open mouth entirely covering mine as his long thick tongue invaded my mouth and my entire body resonated in time with the deep moan coming from his chest.
He shifted his hips forward a bit and his precum dripping nose nuzzled into the wide-spread split between my tight melon halfes. He pulled back the tiniest bit and his groin muscles lifted his massive log until its blind eye found my puckered target. As he continued to slowly explore and probe my mouth with his long, strong, thick and agile tongue his ass and groin muscles caused the slick blunt end of his other protrusion to perform a similar exploration of my other opening. Nosing about and pushing here and there.
It did not take this Master of Love and Sensuous Sage long to make me lose control completely. First the warm, gentle embrace of his entire body comforting me. Then the centering of my attention on the swollen plunger of his tongue filling my mouth with his flesh and my senses with the feel and taste of him. Then splitting my attention with the wondrous touch and pressure and heat of his sensitive probe as it examined and prodded my other end. I tried to be aware of both centers of awareness at the same time but kept focusing on one or the other as he moved in unison, only to subtly change some small part of what he was doing to pull my attention to the change in sensation. He finally raised my awareness to the point where I was--just AWARE! My thinking mind gave up control totally to my sensuous mind.
At that exact moment he pushed his tongue fully into my mouth and began penetrating me through my now flowering anus. The rounded nose of his helmet entering my portal through his slime and his flare pushed outwards on my ring. Out, out, and deeper. Stretching me so... GOD! Aggggggggggh. O GOD!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH! So good! I exploded into an orgasm so powerful and overwhelming it hurt! It HURT! It HURT SO GOOD! MY ASS. OH, GOD HELP ME! PLEASE! DON'T EVER LET IT STOP. PLEEESE! More, MORE, MOORRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE! I was frenetic with lust. My mouth totally plugged with his swollen tongue. My assring stretched beyond belief. My brain a mass of uncoordinated, powerful, overwhelming electrical shocks.
And he plunged forward. Lodging the complete head of his cock between the first and second rings of my asshole.
I went totally rigid. Every muscle in my body iron hard in tetany. Crushing the head of his cock into a solid ball. My clawed hands dragging bleeding grooves across his back as I inhaled life-saving air into my body and lifted him off of the bed with my chest and ass. Suspending him in three point contact. Tit to tit and inner asshole to cock.
He pulled his hands inwards, under my head, pulling my legs completely down and forward alongside my body, jutting my ass totally towards and in line with his implanted battering ram. Balancing on his elbows, legs pointed behind him like a gymnast, he used the corded muscles in the small of his back to suck my asshole back and forth. Tightening the skin across my ass, legs and lower back and then pulling outwards on my guts as he pounded my ass.
Every time he moved I reached another peak of orgasm. Over and over, higher and higher. The more orgasmic I became the faster he cycled his hips back and forth until my butt disk was vibrating at my bodies fourth harmonic and I exploded. Red flames in my eyes and molten pleasure flowing through my brain as every muscle in my body went to spastic convulsions and I screamed through the pores of my skin.
As I collapsed he dropped his feet to the bed, coiled his loins and drove his cock completely inside me in one smooth, irresistible lunge.
My eyes popped open and my arms and legs tried to shoot out at right angles to my body. I arched... quivered... and passed out...........
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