Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 12:56:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Fowler Subject: Phone Sex With Daddy Chapter Four Disclaimer: This material is meant for adult eyes only. If you are underage or if homosexuality offends you then stop reading and leave now. Also if it is illegal for you to view this where you live then you also need to leave. I assume no responsibility at this point. If you continue to read this you are doing so because you decided to. He smiled a huge grin and said, "I thought you would never say that." He pulled me tighter into his massive build. "Of course I love you, probably more than I should." I sighed as I looked away. "You could never love me too much." He placed his finger under my chin and pulled me back to his gaze. "You are the world to me." "Yes, but I don't want to cause any trouble between you and mom." "Well, actually I need to talk to you about that." He looked deep into my eyes and I knew that a serious conversation was brewing. "Your mother has asked for a divorce." CHAPTER 4 "What?" I asked looking at him with confusion written on my face. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my legs. "A divorce?" "Yes, a divorce." "Why? Didn't you give her everything she ever wanted? A nice house. A nice car. You didn't complain when she wanted to work third shift. We have money in the bank. I don't understand. She has everything." I looked away and stared at the floor. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that my mother wanted to leave my father. "Listen, I am not going to lie to you son. I will never lie to you." He grabbed my chin and pulled me back to his stare. Tears were threatening to fall at any second as he stroked my cheek. "She has met someone else." "WHAT?!?!?!!" I jumped out of the bed and started pacing the floor. "How the hell could she do that? Who the fuck does she think she is? I can't believe it. My own mother." I continued walking back and forth as he watched me. I turned to him. "I hope she doesn't expect me to go with her. I am staying with you. I will visit her of course, she is my mother, but I will be damned if she is going to take me away from you." My cheeks were burning a bright scarlet as the tears started rolling down my face. I turned and ran inside the bathroom just off the bedroom, and locked myself in. I leaned back against the door as my thoughts raced. How could she do it? What was she thinking? I sank to the floor and wrapped my arms around my legs. I was in shock. I then felt the vindictive side come out. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. If she wanted to be with someone else then so be it. She can spread her legs for anyone she wants, just like every other whore in town. I sure as hell wasn't going to care. If she didn't care enough to stay with her family, then why the hell should we care? I opened the door and looked around for dad. I found him sitting on the floor right beside me. He had thrown on some royal blue shorts he liked to work out in. They showed his ass off nicely. "I am so sorry, buddy." He whispered. "Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything." I tried to find out how he could possibly blame himself. I sat down right beside him as he wrapped his arms around me. "I didn't mean for you to be burdened with this. I should have waited until a better time." He started to choke up. I had never seen my dad cry. I was beginning to hate my mother for what she was doing to my family. "Dad, don't blame yourself. We will be fine. We will get through this. If she wants to go and spread her legs for just anyone, more power to her. If she wants to throw her life down the commode, who are we to stop her?" I felt his grip tighten. "I know it is still hard. No one wants to see their mother run away." I put my finger over his mouth. "Shh. Don't talk about her." he grinned at me. Then he stood up and carried me back to bed. The next day, I was sitting at the table in my favorite bookstore and cafe, when the chair opposite me was pulled out. I looked up from my book and saw him. He looked as though he had walked out of my personal wet dream. "Is this seat taken?" He asked as my cheeks flamed. Why would he want to sit with me? Was he really talking to me? "Um....no. Go ahead." I said trying to remain coherent. He sat down and reached into his bag, pulled out a book. I took a drink of my hot chocolate. Being distracted with this Greek god sitting across from me, I wasn't paying attention. "Son of a bitch!" I cursed under my breath feeling the burn of too much hot chocolate. He looked over at me confused. I looked down totally mortified. I grabbed a napkin and went to wipe my mouth. Then I saw a hand coming at my face and felt him wipe the chocolate off of my mouth. His fingers lingered for just a moment on my lips, pressed lightly, and then they were gone. I looked over at him, my turn to be confused. "My name is Dylan." His voice was like that of an angel. The slightly crooked grin that he gave me lit up the room and I was mesmerized. "I am Jeremy." I finally croaked out. Remembering my manners I extended my hand. He shook it with his strong grip. I looked into his deep blue eyes as he looked back at me. My cheeks burned. "I hope I am not being too forward by saying this, but I think you are very cute." He whispered to me. "Um....er....I....uh....don't....um....know...." I stuttered embarrassingly trying to get his words to click into place. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes." I took a deep breath and refocused. "I don't know what to say. Cute doesn't even begin to describe you." I said looking up to him from my drink. His cheeks turned a slight rose. "Thank you. I have noticed you in here before. You must really like to read." "Oh I do. Reading is one of my favorite things." I said. "I have never noticed you before, because believe me I definitely would have remembered." "I guess you could say, I have been admiring from afar." He said as his cheeks turned a darker red. "Would you like to grab something to eat?" "Um...sure...but I will have to go home and grab some money. I seem to always spend all of mine when I am in here." "You don't need money. It is my treat." He grinned and stood up. I followed. Was he considering this a date? I secretly hoped so. "You wanna ride with me?" "Um...sure." This was sounding more and more like a date. We got to his car. A jet black F-250. Thank heavens it had running boards so I could jump up in it. I didn't think we were close enough to have him picking me up yet. I laughed to myself. "You are really cute when you smile like that." He said as he slid effortlessly into his seat. I felt my cheeks burning again. He just grinned. "What is your favorite kind of food?" "It changes, but I guess my all time favorite is Italian." "Cool. I love Italian. I think it is the most romantic." The butterflies in my stomach were in full flight. "So, how long have you been stalking me?" I laughed. "Haha. I wouldn't consider it stalking, but I have been noticing you for a few months. It has taken me that long to get up the courage to ask you out." Yes! This is a date. "Nervous? You? You seem so confident. Not arrogant but confident." "Well, trust me, it has taken a lot of convincing myself. I was so relieved when you talked to me." "Well, if you had ever come to talk to me earlier, you would have received the same response." I grinned over at him. We talked the entire way to the restaurant. He pulled in Olive Garden. "Is this okay?" I nodded back. When we walked in he told the hostess that we needed a secluded table. I thought I saw him slip her a tip, but couldn't be sure. When we sat down the waitress came and took our drink order. Then we were left alone. He leaned closer across the table and gave me that perfect smile again. The butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. "So tell me Jeremy, what are you interested in?" "Well, I really enjoy reading, and I hang out with my friends as much as possible. I live with my dad." I felt something stir inside me, but couldn't quite tell what it was. I would think about that later. "I love to cook, and eat..." He grinned. "I guess that is really it. What about you?" "Well, I also enjoy reading...A LOT...especially when I meet a cute intellectual type..." I felt my cheeks warming. "I try to hang out with my friends as much as possible, also...though a lot of my time is spent working. I also enjoy cooking and eating, I also like to shop." "Oh yes, I love shopping." I agreed. Then our drinks were at the table. I didn't realize how close we had gotten until I had to pull away. Then the waitress asked if we were ready to order. I hadn't even looked at the menu. "We will have two orders of the Chicken Parmesan, and of course the salad and bread sticks." He smiled at her. She wrote down the order and left. I looked across the table shocked. "I hope I didn't offend you by ordering for you." He hit himself on the forehead. "I wasn't thinking. Let me go tell her I made a mistake. I always seem to just kind of take over. It's really just nerves. I am so sorry." "Dylan, don't beat yourself up. I love Chicken Parmesan. I can't believe you picked my favorite." I said smiling back at him. "It's my favorite too." He smiled back. "Are you sure? I don't mind telling her that I am an idiot if you would like something else." "I would have ordered the same thing anyway. Don't worry about it. And you are not an idiot. I think it is romantic, the way you took control and ordered for me." Then it was my turn to blush, as he grinned from ear to ear at me. Shortly after that she returned with the salads and bread sticks. I enjoyed the food, and then she brought the main course. The food was delicious. We ate discussing what else we had in common. I was amazed at how much we were alike. Then he got the check and we walked out to his truck. He opened the door for me and I jumped in. Then he walked around to his side and got in. "Where would you like to go now?" He asked. "Um...I don't know. Wherever you would like to." "How about we just ride around until we find somewhere?" "Sounds great." So he took off down the street, passing by all the shops and buildings of town. The sun was beginning to set over the distant mountain. "I have an idea." "What's that?" He looked at me. "How about we drive up on Skyline Drive and watch the sunset?" "Sounds great." He happily agreed. A few minutes later we were parking on the cliff overlooking the city. He turned his truck around and grabbed blankets he had in his truck. We sat on the tailgate watching the color show put on by the sun. The purples and golds with slight orange tints were gorgeous. He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders. I smiled and leaned in as he pulled me closer to him. "I know we just met and all, but I like you." He confessed. "I am not sure why, but it is like I am drawn to you." "I guess it is my magnetic personality." I laughed with him. "I guess it is." "I know how you feel though. It seems like we have known each other a lot longer than just a few short hours." Then I felt him leaning in closer. I felt his lips on my cheek. His soft lips touching my skin gave me an instant erection, and by the looks of it...him too. He reached down and rubbed my leg. "Dylan..." I said placing my hand over his. "I don't know if I can." "It's okay. I don't want to rush things and ruin them. We will wait until we are both ready and sure that is what we want. I respect your choice and will never put you in a position that you wouldn't feel safe." My heart was swelling with each word as I realized this could be so much deeper than just sex. It is what I had been searching for all along, without knowing it. I felt my eyes tear up. He looked into my eyes and I saw pain and confusing in his eyes. "Jeremy, I didn't mean to. I am so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you." He wrapped me in a bear hug. Feeling the solid muscle of his body didn't help my throbbing cock. "Dylan, I know. I am just so glad you don't mind waiting." A single tear drop fell down my left cheek. "Of course I don't mind waiting. Good things come to those who wait." He said smiling as he wiped the tear off my cheek. I felt his hand on my cheek. The last streams of sunlight were fighting to stay seen a while longer. His face was shinning as we stared into each others eyes. He leaned forward and grabbed both sides of my face lightly. Then I felt his lips on mine. His warm moist lips pressed against my lips with the perfect balance of strength and softness was amazing. I closed my eyes and felt him running his hands into my hair. The fireworks I felt running through my body were unlike anything I had ever felt before. I felt my stomach clenching with excitement. When he pulled back we both looked at each other through lazy lids and smiled. "That was amazing." I said. "Thank you. Your lips taste wonderful." He said as he licked his lips. "If I play my cards right, I will taste so much more than just your sweet lips." He cocked an eyebrow as my smiled beamed. "It's not that I don't want to, but I want to take things slow and not mess this up." I sighed looking away. "I totally understand." He pulled me to him again as we watched the sun finally descend behind the mountain top in the west. Then he stood up and smacked the dirt off his beautiful ass. His jeans were filled out beautifully. Bulging muscles in all the right places. They were tight enough to show his physique, but loose enough to tease your imagination. "Perhaps I should get you home." He sighed extending his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me to him off of the tailgate. He led the way to my side of the truck, and again he opened my door for me. This time he helped me. He grabbed my ass softly and lifted me into the seat squeezing gently just before he let go. "Very nice." He whispered just before he shut my door. "I am glad you like the feel of my ass." I teased when he slid into his side. "Oh you noticed that?" He said as his cheeks turned a light rose. "Yeah. I noticed." I said as I took his hand. He intertwined his fingers within mine. "Well, I hope you don't mind?" He said looking down. "Mind? Of course not. I am just as excited about feeling yours." I laughed. "Haha. Well, maybe we should get you home." He said as he started the truck, and then pulled out onto the main highway. We made it back to the bookstore and he pulled up beside my car. When he put the truck in park he turned the engine off and looked at me. I tried to be sexy by looking up through my eyelashes. I probably looked like I had a neurological problem, but he didn't notice. "Thanks for tonight. I really enjoyed it." "Thank you for coming with me. I enjoyed it too. I hope we can do it again." I smiled as he looked over at me. "I hope so too. Would you like my phone number?" "Sure." We traded numbers and I reached for the door. I felt him grab my other hand and I turned to look at him. He caught my lips before I realized what was happening. Again I felt the heat from his body. His tongue lightly licked at my lips. I parted them slightly giving him all the invitation he needed. He slid his tongue inside my mouth and I lightly sucked on it. He moaned and ran his right hand into my hair. I put my hand on his hip to brace myself. He had a way of making the laws of physics disappear when he kissed me. I was lost in him. When he finally let go, I sat back in the seat gasping. "You are a great kisser." He complimented breathlessly. "You are better." I shot back at him with a grin. I saw his cheeks darken again. "I will talk to you soon." "Okay, goodbye....for now." He winked and gave a quick kiss. I got out of his truck and into my car. Put my bag from the bookstore in the backseat and started the car. He waited to make sure that I got in okay, got the car started, and pulled out. He followed me out of the parking lot. When we got to the traffic light we had to part ways. He blew me a kiss and winked and then he was gone. I sat there reliving the evening. When the light finally turned green I started toward home. I didn't know if I should discuss it with dad or not yet. I decided to see how the evening went. When I walked through the door dad was sitting at the bar with the Jack Daniels. Something was wrong. I walked in and put my stuff down. I walked over to him. The bottle that was full this morning was now half empty. He had his head down on his arm. "Dad? Are you okay?" I asked sliding the bottle from his hand. He looked up at me with blood shot eyes and sighed before tears starting overtaking him again. "Dad, what's wrong?" I asked as I pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry you had to see me like this." He sighed and stumbled to the couch where he collapsed. "I didn't want you to find me like this." He was repeating the same thing over and over just in different ways. "Dad. Look at me." He looked at me though he looked distant. "Tell me. What is wrong?" "Your mother is trying to take you in the divorce." He broke down again. "Dad, look at me." He did. "She. Will. Never. Take. Me. Anywhere." I said definitely. "I am old enough to make my own decisions. She can not throw me around like a child. You have nothing to worry about." He wrapped his arms around me. "Let's get you upstairs." He stood up and I help to stabilize him up the stairs. When we got to his room I pushed him on the bed. He laughed as he landed like the bear on the Snuggle commercials. I just laughed back at him. I stripped his shirt off of him and then he toed off his shoes. Then I started unfastening his pants. He arched his hips so I could slide them off. Of course no underwear. His cock was standing at attention. "Looks like you made daddy all happy." He grinned as he shook his cock at me. "You can't start something you don't intend to finish." He raised an eyebrow at me. "You are crazy when you are drunk. You know that?" I shot at him with a grin. "Maybe I am. But have never looked hotter. You hair is all messed up, your cheeks are flushed, your lips are swollen. If I didn't know better I would say you and I had already had some fun." Why oh why did THIS have to be the night he started paying attention. He was drunk. He shouldn't be able to notice all the subtle details. Of course my father had to be the one person that would get sharper the more he drank. Might have known. I laughed to myself. "Dad, you are drunk. Why don't you get some sleep?" "How the hell am I supposed to sleep with this?" He grabbed his erection at the base and started swinging it at me. It did look tasty. "Shouldn't you help your old man out?" He grinned. "Maybe I don't want to." I teased as I crawled beside him in bed. He looked at me with horror on his face. "I will never get to sleep with this." He turned over so his entire weight had me pinned to the bed. I could feel his erection between my legs. It was pressing hard just under my balls and running between my cheeks. He lowered his lips to meet mine. I was lost again. I closed my eyes and felt warm male lips against mine. I felt his tongue stabbing my lips demanding entrance. I quickly obeyed. I felt him get up on his knees and pull me closer to him without ever breaking the kiss. Then I felt his cock at my entrance. He shoved every inch in me at once. "That's it baby, no lube. Just rough sex is what daddy needs right now." He moaned as he chewed my tongue. "OH Fuck!!!!!!!!!!" I cried out. It felt as though my insides were ripping apart. I had never felt this raw need from him before. Finally the pain started to subside as it was replaced by pleasure. I came shortly after. I felt the churning in my lower abdomen. I knew it wouldn't be long as I cried out, "Daddy, I'm Cumming!!!" My load shot between us. He scooped it up in his right hand, pulled completely out of me, stroked his cock with his cum covered hand, and then plowed back into me. Two full length strokes later I felt him tense and then he shot deep inside me. I was amazed at how much he actually had in him. Even before he stopped shooting it was already running down my thigh. I thought he was going to pass out on top of me. His eyes were squeezed shut and the grimace on his face was one of either pure pleasure, or one of extreme pain. As he shivered and gasped I knew it was definitely pleasure. He rolled off of me as we both gasped for air. As I lay there all I could think of was Dylan. What he would feel like inside of me? Would he enjoy the same things I did? Would he freak out because I had sex with my father? Would he understand our relationship? Why was I wondering about such complex situations, when I only met him today? Would he call? I drifted off to sleep with my father's arm across me as I was snuggled into his hard embrace, thinking about Dylan. I awoke hearing my phone ringing. I rolled over and saw the clock read 9:00 AM and then I pick up my phone and looked at the screen... Dylan. My stomach turned over. "Who is Dylan?" I heard my dad say over my shoulder.....