Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2020 21:18:27 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Ian's Daddy by Cutter09 Bi ?? adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories available for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 "Ian's Daddy" by Cutter09 I don't even know how to begin telling this story. There is a lot I'm not sure I should tell, a lot I'm uncomfortable saying, and a lot I need to come to grips with. I guess the story really began when I met Linda at a party given by some mutual friends, Mark and Rose. We had never met because she was a work friend of Rose's, and I was an old childhood friend of Mark's. As the party wore on, she'd had a lot to drink, whereas I don't drink at all. Mark and Rose were always trying to set me up with women, so when Rose asked me to make sure Linda got home safely, I was dubious, but relented. Somehow I managed to find the apartment complex through her slurred directions. It was definitely not what I would call a top of the line type place either. The gentleman in me wanted to see the lady to her door, but at the same time, I didn't want to encourage any misconceptions of a possible relationship. My decision was made when Linda got out of the car, and promptly fell flat on her face in the parking lot. I rushed to her side, finding her ass up, knees on a curb, face in the grass, out like a light. I managed to get her standing and conscious enough to tell me which apartment. I fished her keys out of her purse, and half carried her to her door. Once inside I plopped her on the sofa in the cluttered living room. I picked up her legs and swung them up on the sofa, then turned to leave. "OW, Fuck!" she cried out. She was grasping at her knee, where I could see some blood on her torn pantyhose. "My fucking leg is broke." Both legs of her pantyhose had rips in the knees where she had impacted the curb. The left knee was bleeding more and swelling. I inspected it, and told her, "In my nonprofessional opinion, it isn't broken." "You can't see shit like this," she insisted and reached under her dress to pull her pantyhose down and off. Having flopped back on the sofa, she wasn't so modest as to make sure her dress covered her. Her pussy was exposed and I think it winked at me. "How does it look?" she asked. "Uh... Oh, your knee. It looks fine, but you need to clean up this cut so it doesn't get infected." "Stuff's in the medicine cabinet." Shit! She expects me to clean her wound. On my way to the bathroom, I noticed most of the clutter around was toys. A young boy I would guess. Curiosity took me to the bedroom, but no one was there. I gathered stuff to clean her wound and returned to the living room. She was laying there, still exposed. I tried not to look as I used a baby wipe to clean away dirt and debris from the knee. "Ow, Fuck!" she cried again, coming out of her fog once more. "Sorry, but I have to clean it. This is going to sting a bit." When I applied anti bacterial spray, she pulled her knee up to her chest, trying to blow on it. This only exposed her more, and I know her pussy winked at me this time. Trying to take her mind off it, I asked, "Do you have a kid?" "Yeah, he's with my mom for the night, so we won't be disturbed." That was a pretty clear invitation. I looked down at her pussy, and she spread her legs a little more. An even clearer invitation. "Um... I have to get going." "My car is at Rose's house. How am I supposed to pick up Ian in the morning?" "Uh... I'll come over and take you to your car." I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I'm sure she noticed the five inch erection I was sporting as I scooted out the door. What would you expect, her pussy was right in my face for the past half hour or so. I was only twenty four and had no experience with that kind of thing. Yes, as far as women were concerned, I was a virgin. I'd had a few encounters with men though, and was still a bit confused as to what I wanted. My parents, of course, wanted me to find a nice girl and get married. I knocked on her door for the second time, rather loudly. She finally opened it, looking like she had just rolled off the sofa. Her hair was a mess, wearing the same dress as last night, and I noticed no pantyhose too. I wondered if her pussy was still bare. "What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her face. "A little after nine." "Shit! I'm supposed to pick up Ian before ten. Mom's gonna have a cow if I don't. Can we go there first?" "Okay, sure." She sat on the sofa to put her shoes on. As I suspected, she wasn't wearing anything under her dress, and I was staring at her pussy again. She caught me looking. "Later Stud. We've got to run." I waited in the car as she ran inside her mother's house. She came out carrying a small blond god in her arms. She sat in the passenger's seat and said, "Let's go." "He should be in a child's car seat, but at least buckle him up in the back. It's for his own safety." She seemed frustrated, but did as I suggested. As she buckled him in, he said, "Mommy, I'm hungry." I took them to breakfast at Denny's, and as we waited for our food, Ian just stared at me. It was like he was trying to figure me out. When we got to Rose and Mark's place, I offered to help her with Ian getting him into her car. No, just leave him there. He's already buckled in, and I don't have a car seat for him either." She just assumed I was going back to her place. I didn't mind really, I had no plans for the day. But what kind of mother didn't have a car seat for her kid? I beat her back to her place, and started to get Ian out. As I unbuckled his seatbelt, he said, "Thank you, Daddy," and wrapped his arms around my neck so I could pick him up. I think my heart melted a little at that moment. We were at her door waiting when she arrived ten minutes later. I noticed she was carrying a bottle in a paper bag. She must have stopped at a liquor store, it was obviously some type of booze. I set Ian down just inside the door, and he seemed a bit reluctant to let go of my neck. "Have a seat, I'll be with you in a moment," Linda said. "I really can't stay," I started as an excuse to get out of there. "Nonsense. I'll only be a second." Ian chose that moment to tug at my pant leg, and hand me a plastic fire truck. He obviously wanted to play. I sat on the sofa, and rolled the truck to him. He giggled and rolled it back. Which of course meant I had to roll it back. After a few minutes of this, Linda appeared. She pushed me back onto the sofa, and reached for my zipper. "You've been such a good boy. I would have done this last night but you ran out so quick." "Uh... Linda, You don't...." "Shh... You doctored me up last night, and took us to breakfast, I owe you at least this." Now, I love a good blow job, I've had a few, but never from a woman. I laid my head back and let her get on with it. She was slobbering all over my dick and bobbing up and down on it. I can honestly say, guys are better at it than girls. Or at least this girl. But like I said, I like blow jobs, so how bad could it be. Even if it was a girl doing it, I decided to try to relax and enjoy it. I happen to glance towards Ian. He was standing three feet away watching his mother suck my dick. This sort of creeped me out a little and put a damper on my enjoyment. I tried to pull her mouth off me. She thought I was doing it so that I could fuck her. She jumped up, lifted the hem of her dress, straddled me, and slid her pussy down my dick. My first time inside a pussy, and I was being watched by a four year old as his mother rode my dick. I wondered what was going through his little mind as his mom moaned and bounced on me. I looked into his aqua blue eyes, and he smiled. I lost my load then. "Well, that was quick," Linda said as she raised up off me. My cum was dripping from her snatch onto my jeans. "I'm sorry. Um, it's been a while," I said, somewhat embarrassed. She grabbed some tissues from a nearby box and stuffed them up her twat, then headed to the bathroom. I put my dick away and zipped up my jeans. Then little Ian stuck his fingers into the cum puddle on my pants. I grabbed some tissues and caught his little hand just before he stuck his fingers into his mouth, and I began to wipe it off. "Thank you, Daddy," Ian said again just as Linda entered. "Aww, isn't that cute. He thinks you're his daddy." She picked him up and said, "Just because he fucked Mommy one quick time doesn't mean he's your daddy." Why would she say something like that? I mean, I'm not a parent, but I know kids that age are like sponges. They soak up everything and run with it. I made up some excuse and ran out of there. At home, I reflected on the day's events. So that's what sex is like. Okay, not great sex, but I was inside a vagina. I didn't puke, so that's a plus. My performance wasn't all that good, I admit. But I did it and survived. I jerked off in the shower, at least part of the time I was thinking about the experience, but mostly not. I usually mow my grass on Saturday mornings, but I had spent that time with Linda. So Sunday morning I mowed. I cleaned the mower blades, then used the edger along the sidewalk in front of my house and along the driveway. I was sweaty, so I took a shower. I was just about to make a sandwich, when my cell phone buzzed. "Hey. What's up." "Nothing. Who's this?" "Linda. I got your number from Mark." "Oh. Hi, Linda." Note to self. Kill Mark at first opportunity. "I just had to call. All morning Ian has been asking `Where's Daddy'. I mean like every ten minutes. `Where's Daddy, Where's Daddy'. You've made quite an impression on him." My brain turned to mush around then. I looked at the loaf of bread on the table in front of me. "Have you had lunch yet?" I asked. Shit! Shitty fucking shit! Why did I say that? "No, we haven't had lunch. How long will it take you to get here?" "Uh... twenty minutes." "We'll be ready." Double shitty fucking shit. I had a lunch date I didn't want. They were waiting for me when I arrived. Ian jumped into my arms and hugged me so tight, I thought his little arms might snap off. As we neared the car, I realized we still had no car seat for him. Next stop, Walmart. I'm not sure what the law is, but I know it's based on weight, and Ian isn't a big kid. "Now big fella, you have your own seat, and you can see everything better," I told him as I buckled him into his new seat. "Thank you, Daddy." The damn kid was getting on my last nerve. I closed the door and turned to Linda. "Does he call all your male friends Daddy?" "No, he never has. I don't know why he calls you that. Maybe because he saw us fucking." "I'm sure that's not it. I doubt he knows what that is, and he first called me Daddy before we did it." I took them to Chili's for lunch. As I got Ian out of the car, he grabbed my hand to walk across the parking lot to the restaurant. This damn kid had me wrapped around his finger. And the way he looked at me with those big blue eyes, he knew it. After lunch we went to a movie. "How To Train Your Dragon" had just come out. Ian loved it. Sitting on my lap, enthralled with everything on the big screen. They had some stuffed "Toothless" toys for sale at the concession stand, so of course I had to get him one. His face lit up, his aqua eyes peered into my soul. "Thank you, Daddy." I melted even more. The damn kid was getting to me. I was beginning to think he didn't know any other phrases, and that one was a killer. When we got back to her apartment, Linda started to get Ian out, but he pitched a fit, crying. He only wanted me to get him out. "Thank you, Daddy." Fucking kid. Just stab in the heart with a spoon. Linda made coffee while I played with Ian and Toothless. She brought it in and sat beside me. I sipped and played, and I know she was talking, but haven't a clue what she said. She refreshed my cup and hers, and kept talking. She suddenly gets up and sits on my lap. Her lips are all over mine, and I tasted alcohol. She obviously had more in her cup than plain coffee. She slides off my lap, and goes for my zipper. I'm thinking she will finish the blow job she started the day before. I'm game for that. Linda is sucking me like gold might pop out. I'm a little embarrassed, because Ian is right there. I look at him, and he has Toothless' head at his crotch, moving in sync with his mom. Like I said, kids are sponges. Linda decides she's tired of sucking and straddles me again. Jesus, doesn't this woman ever wear panties? Please Lord, don't let Ian be fucking the stuffed dragon! I look at him, and thankfully he's not. But he is bouncing the dragon on the sofa cushion in time with his mother's bouncing on me. His eyes locked onto where we're joined. Of course, that's all I can take, and blast inside her. She's stuffing tissues up herself again and says, "That was better. Maybe you'll get the hang of it soon." I wanted to tell her to keep her son from watching and maybe I'd perform better, but I didn't. I just put my dick away, and reached for the tissue, because I was sure Ian was going for the leftovers again. He did. I caught him before he could have a protein feast. I was invited to stay the night, but declined, citing I had work in the morning and no change of clothes. Ian waved bye bye with crocodile tears in his eyes and clutching a dragon to his chest. Monday, Mark called me at work. "Hey Buddy. How'd it go with Linda?" "Why the hell did you give her my number?" "Rose said she was a sure thing. I was doing you a favor. What's up, didn't you get any?" "Well, yeah." "Then what's the problem?" "The problem is, she has a kid." "So. If Mom is putting out, why should you care. Pet the calf to get to the cow." "Did you grow up on a farm and I didn't know about it?" "All I'm saying is, be nice to the kid, and Mom will continue to put out. Have some fun with her, she's easy. Not bad looking either. I'd do her but Rose would have my nuts on a plate and serve them to me for dinner." He was right of course. I was getting pussy for the first time in my life. Not that the sex was that good. It wasn't as exciting or satisfying as my other... encounters. But at least to the public it looked... normal. My cell buzzed just as I was getting into my car to head home. "When's Daddy coming to see his little boy?" Fuck! Why did she have to put it that way? "Fifteen minutes if the traffic isn't too bad." Fucking Shit! Big mistake. I took them to dinner, then spent a couple of hours playing with Ian. Another big mistake. Then the biggest mistake of all, I stayed the night. The sex wasn't all that much better. Linda put up a good front though, faking an orgasm. Why do women do that? Even if my little dick could last long enough to make her cum, it wouldn't be earth shattering like they fake. Somehow over the next three months, she slowly moved into my house. I didn't even notice it. All of a sudden, I was stepping around her things scattered everywhere, and she hadn't been to her place in a month. Another three months later, I found myself married. Well Mom, I hope you're happy. I married a girl, and she came with a built in grandchild for you. We could not be more unalike. She was sloppy, I'm a neatfreak. She drinks way too much, I don't drink at all. She's very... social, I prefer to stay home with a good book. But that damn kid got to me. I loved the little shit. Over time, I think Linda knew that too, and she took advantage of it. Her social life included coming home late, very drunk, sometimes looking pretty disheveled. More than a few times, she insisted on me going down on her, or she'd even straddle my face. In those times, I always tasted something very familiar to me, even though it had been a while since I'd tasted it. I didn't really care that she'd gone elsewhere for it. I wasn't doing a good job of taking care of those needs, of course she wasn't either. But I was taking good care of Ian, and that's all that mattered to me. The boy was healthy and happy, and called me Daddy. Then, a week after our fifth anniversary, she didn't come home from one of her social engagements. I was awakened at three in the morning by a call from a police officer. I had warned her many times, but my words went unheeded. She was drunk enough to fall asleep at the wheel, and didn't survive. I would rather be locked in the trunk of an 86 Buick trying to shave the asshole of a bobcat with a wooden spoon, than to have to give Ian the news. Poor Ian was only ten when he lost his mother. He took the news better than I had thought. As far as he was concerned, he still had his Daddy. Most children start out saying Da Da, then as toddlers it changes to Daddy, then it becomes Dad. When they're in their teens sometimes they start calling you by your name, of course around their friends it's Asshole or worse. Ian still called me Daddy, at ten years old. And everytime he did, I became even mushier. I had been his primary caretaker since he was little because his mother was too busy doing other things. It wasn't unusual for me to bathe him or dress him and he always said "Thank you Daddy." Usually throwing his arms around my neck too. There had been no sexual contact between us, no more than me doing what any parent does when bathing a child. As he got older, I let him bathe himself, allowing him time to play with his bath toys awhile, then checking to be sure he rinsed the shampoo out properly. Sometimes drying him off and maybe ruffling his hair playfully with the towel. He always said "Thank you Daddy," as I carried him to his room, where he would put on his pjs and I'd tuck him in then read to him. Just before he turned nine, I was drying him after his bath, when I noticed how much he had grown. He was taller for sure, but I mean he had grown bigger down there as well. I guess it had been growing all along, but I hadn't paid attention. In spite of my, let's say, interest, I told him he was getting old enough to dry himself off. He didn't like it, but I promised to tuck him in and read to him as I always had. That became our routine, until Linda died. He had been despondent over his mother's untimely demise, of course. The day of her funeral, it was as if he wasn't really there, just a quiet zombie going through the motions of the day's events. So much so, I was prompted to ask the funeral director for referrals to a grief counselor. After the last well wisher had gone, and we had been staring at a muted tv screen for over an hour, I told him to go get ready for bed. By that age he had begun to take showers, and I expected to hear it start up. When, after fifteen minutes I hadn't heard anything, I began to worry. He had been so mournful all day, I was afraid he'd done something stupid. I tapped on the bathroom door. "Ian?" "Yeah?" I could hear the sadness in his voice. "May I come in?" "Yeah, sure." I assumed since he'd said I could enter, he would be dressed. He was sitting on the toilet lid completely naked. "Are you okay, Son?" "Yeah. I'm just a little mixed up." I knelt down in front of him, trying not to look where I really wanted to look. "It's okay, Son. This is a bad time. It's okay to cry." "That's why I'm mixed up. I feel like I should be crying, but I'm not. I should be sad enough to cry. My mother's dead. Why aren't I crying?" I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him. "Oh, Baby. Grief is a hard thing to process. We all deal with it in our own way. There's no rule that says you have to cry." He hugged me tightly. "Thank you, Daddy." Then he stood, and his dick was right in front of my face. I fell backwards onto my butt in surprise. "Will you help me with my bath like you used to?" I was still staring at his dick as I muttered "Yeah." It was soft, yet hanging at least three inches. I could see a full looking ball sack behind it too. Not a hair in sight, which was to be expected. He turned to start the bath water, and his butt glowed in it's perfection. He scratched his leg, then rubbed his tummy as he watched the water fill the tub. Ian pulled at his dick a couple of times as he threw his leg over the edge of the tub and sat down. I got a washcloth from the linen cabinet, and handed it to him. He dunked it into the water and handed it back with a bottle of body wash. "Start with my back please, Daddy." I did his back and shoulders and arms, then moved to his feet. Ian held one foot up so I could wash it. When he was younger, I would make a game of pulling each toe as I washed between them, and somehow managed to tickle the soft bottom of his foot. It would get pretty silly, with Ian splashing as he tried to escape the tickling. Most of the time I got just as wet as he did. I pulled on his toes, as in days gone by, received my ration of splash, then moved up his leg to his knee, as I had always done before. Then on to his thigh, this is where things differed. He was totally erect, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. Ian noticed my gaze. "It gets like that a lot now," he explained. I let his leg down and reached for the other foot. "Does yours get like that too, Daddy?" This seemed like one of those serious talk kind of moments. "Sure Ian, all males do" He wrapped his fingers around his stiffy and slowly stroked it. "Sometimes I play with it like this. It feels really good. Do you ever do that, Daddy?" "Yes, Son. All males do that as well. It's perfectly normal," I answered, trying to be honest and not make him feel strangely about himself. "Bobby called it jerking off. He said his brother does it like, all day." I had seen Bobby's brother, cute kid, around fourteen. Just the right age to be jerking off all day. Now I had that mental image in my head, which went straight to my dick. And as I washed Ian's leg then his thigh, he continued to stroke his dick slowly. I ran the washcloth over his face and chest, and he never let go of his personal toy. I started to stand up. "You didn't wash this for me, Daddy." "You're too busy jerking off. Here, put some body wash on your hand and kill two birds with one stone," I said handing him the bottle. I turned to get a towel from the linen cabinet. "Mmm, this feels even better," Ian proclaimed. I stood stunned, watching Ian's little hand sliding faster on his not so little slippery cock. Suddenly his legs went rigid, his toes pointed down like a ballerina. His stroking slowed, and his eyes rolled back a little. He stopped stroking, gazing at his dick with a look of amazement on his face. "Now I know why Bobby's brother does it all the time!" I had just witnessed Ian having his first dry orgasm. It was surreal. He had gone from being mournful, to jerking off in a matter of minutes. I had come in here because I was worried about him. I guess I'd said the right things to comfort him, for him to make such a mood swing. Of course he didn't understand that this kind of thing should be private, I had seen his body hundreds of times, and it was an accidental discovery on his part. He had asked me questions about his body out of genuine curiosity, and it led to an epiphany that will serve him throughout his life. Ian seemed to get over his mother's passing rather easily. I guess he felt secure in knowing I was still there for him, as I had always been. Or it could have been that his recent discovery took his mind off it. The next day he asked me to bathe him again. I did, and I tried to not react to his near constant diddling with his dick. I put him off the next few days when he asked, then he came to me looking worried. "Daddy, there's something wrong with my dick." My mind went to the image of that perfect specimen of boyhood, and thought, nope nothing wrong there. "What do you mean, Son?" "Look," he said as he opened his pants and whipped it out. The ridge around his glans was raw. He had been jerking off so much he had rubbed it raw. I got out the NeoSporin ointment and applied it around the wound. "The friction from all the jerking off you've been doing has taken its toll. Leave it alone for a few days and it will be fine," I said as I completed the task. Of course, rubbing cream around a raw and sensitive area caused Ian's dick to become a rigid rod close to five inches in length. He was only ten, and almost as long as me, though not near as thick yet. "Thank you, Daddy." I tore my eyes away but the image was already burned into my brain. I remembered Linda would sometimes torment me, by riding me cowgirl style and saying things like "Ian's father had a huge cock." and "He'd fuck me for hours stretching my pussy so good." I'm not even sure why she'd tell me about his huge cock. Either she used it to help her get off while riding my smaller one, or she thought it turned me on to hear about big cocks in tight pussies. Both scenarios were most likely true. Besides the huge cock, the only thing I knew about Ian's father was that he was older, married, and fucking seventeen year old Linda at every opportunity. Then he ghosted when she told him she was preggers. I don't know if Ian became aware of my reluctance to bathe him, or he just decided to keep his private activity private, but he never asked for that kind of help again. I assume his abrasions healed quickly, without any bad side effects. However, since it was now just the two of us at home, he did take to walking around in his underwear, something he didn't do when Linda was alive. He hit a growth spurt just before he turned twelve, passing the five feet tall mark. He had grown elsewhere too, the lump in his underwear became a full on bulge to rival many grown men I had seen in locker rooms. Then by the time he hit thirteen, the bulge was even larger and had two rounder bulges behind it. The kid was packing for sure, and I had watched it's growth daily with great interest. He had also caught up to my five feet six inches tall. For his birthday he had asked for a skateboard. He had been watching the kids at the local skate park, and decided he wanted to try it. Of course I got him a helmet and pads and whatever else I could find to protect him. And as always he said, "Thank you, Daddy." I was glad I had gotten all the protective gear, because he came home every day with a new scrape or bruise. So much so, that I asked him, "Are you sure this is the sport for you." Two months after his birthday I got a call at work. "Daddy, I'm in the hospital." I dropped everything and broke land speed records getting to him. From what I understand, this particular stunt involves going up a ramp fast, when you clear the ramp, hovering above it in midair, you turn and go back down the ramp. Simple enough, unless your wheels catch on the edge of the concrete ramp on the way back down. And not too dangerous if you're wearing all the safety gear that your father bought for you. The combination of these two unlikely events results in two hours of surgery to a shattered elbow, an overnight stay in the hospital, and six weeks in a cast. Oh, and your father forbidding you to go near a skateboard again. I guess my knee jerk reaction to take away his skateboard was a bit rash, because it had a positive side. The day after he was released from the hospital, he asked for assistance in bathing again. My heart was palpitating when I entered that bathroom. Ian was already sitting in the clear water, waiting for me. His right arm, with the cast from his shoulder to his wrist, was resting on the edge of the tub. His left hand at his groin, trying to cover what one hand couldn't cover. He had to let it go in order to hand me the shower gel. My breath caught in my chest. It was beautiful, just as I had imagined it every day when I saw him in his underwear. "Daddy," he said trying to get my attention as he held out the shower gel to me. "Daddy, you're staring." "Uh... Sorry. It's just that you've grown a lot since I last bathed you." "Yeah, I guess I have, it's been awhile since you did it last," he said, but didn't cover himself again. From the looks of things, he was too old for bath time games, so I skipped the tickling, and just went to work on his foot with the cloth. By the time I reached his thigh, he had reached about seven inches, and climbing. As I did the other foot, he leaned back and closed his eyes, which gave me permission to look. It was laying against his belly up to his navel. I slowed my efforts and watched it throb with his heart beat. "You need to sit up so I can do your back," I told him, trying to take my mind off his midsection. He raised up and I started on his back, but by the time I reached his shoulders, I noticed his left one moving. I looked down to see his hand wrapped around his turgid cock. "Damn," he muttered. "Uh... What's wrong, Son?" "My stupid left hand is too uncoordinated to do it right." "Another good reason to stay off the skateboard," I chuckled. "It's not funny, Daddy. It's already been a couple of days, and I'm dying." The little shit always knew how to push my buttons. I finished bathing the rest of him and said, "Stand up, I have to wash it too." He stood, and it was right in my face as I sat on the edge of the tub. I'm sure he could hear my heart thumping in my chest as I curled my fingers around his large cock. Not only was it longer than mine by a couple of inches, but it was probably twice as thick as well. My hand slid to the fat knob at the end, and a moan escaped his lips. That was all I needed to hear, and I slid my hand up and down it a few more times. Every time I passed over his knob, he moaned. I stood so I could get a better angle on it, added more shower gel to my palm, and went to work stroking him with a purpose. "Oh Jesus, Daddy, that feels good." I had never done anything so exciting in my life. His big cock seemed to belong in my hand. I could see his large balls swinging with my efforts, and Ian was slowly pumping his hips to encourage me. I stroked faster, sliding the full length of his cock. "Oh... Please don't stop, Daddy." "I won't son." His legs began to tremble. I felt his cock become even stiffer. Then his urethra throbbed, and I saw a long rope of sperm fly out and hit the floor behind me. "Uhng... unnn... aaahh," he grunted as another rope flew, followed by another. Then he just drizzled over my knuckles. The drizzle alone was more than I produce. His legs were still quivering, so I told him to sit down. He stepped out and sat on the toilet lid. "I'll get you something clean to put on." I had to get out of there. My hand was covered in teen boy cum, and I needed to lick it off. All the times I tasted it before, either straight from the source or from Linda's pussy, didn't compare to the deliciousness of what I licked from my hand. Then I realized I had just given Ian a hand job, a line I thought I'd never cross. When I entered the bathroom carrying a pair of sweatpants, Ian looked up, those aqua blue eyes melting me. "Thank you, Daddy. I really needed that. I'm used to doing it two or three times a day, and I haven't since the morning before the accident." "I'll always be here for you Ian. Speaking of the accident, you haven't explained why you weren't wearing your protective gear." He looked down sheepishly. "I... uh... I was about to leave the skate park. I had already taken off my pads. Just as I said goodbye to Mark, Melissa showed up." "Melissa?" "Melissa Barton. She has the best rack in school. She hangs around the park all the time, that's why I wanted to skateboard in the first place." "Let me get this straight. You did all this just to impress a girl with big tits?" He looked down and nodded. "Well to me it looks like girls and skateboards have a lot in common." He looked at me, confused. "Always wear protection when riding either one," I said as I held open the sweatpants for him to step into. He stood up and chuckled at my joke. His cock was inches from my face. I forced myself to pull up the sweatpants, covering his still thick looking cock. "Want to watch a movie before bed?" I asked. He chose Transformers two, again, and lay his head in my lap. Fortunately my dick had receded some. I wasn't paying much attention, I was still savoring his flavor in my mouth, and glancing down at his sweatpants. Just as Sam Witnicky is making out with a hot chick on screen, I notice Ian adjusting his renewed erection in his sweatpants, which of course, renewed my erection. Even when the hot chick turns out to be a robot with a killer tail, Ian is still pushing at his cock under his sweatpants. "Jesus Ian. Again? Really?" "Sorry Daddy." "Here, let me," I said as I pushed his hand away. I slipped my hand under the waistband of the sweatpants, and he used his good hand to push the waistband down below his large balls, and held it there by his thumb. The movie was forgotten as Ian closed his eyes and let me pleasure him. I noticed the few sparse hairs at the base of his dick, and wanted to lick all around them before I sucked his cock. Instead, I just continued to stroke my hung son's large cock for him. Stroking a big one takes a lot more energy than stroking one the size of mine, but no matter how tired I got, I was going to finish him off. He moaned and humped up into my busy hand, straining for his release. It came in gushes like before, splattering on his chest, stomach, and my hand. After a while, I thought he might have fallen asleep. Finally he turned his head toward me, brushing against my own throbbing erection, and said, "Thanks Daddy." "Go clean yourself off, and brush your teeth." He held the waistband away from the sticky mess all over him, his cock swung back and forth as he went to the bathroom. Once out of sight, I again licked his seed from my hand. I told myself I was just helping my son out during a tough time for him. That didn't explain the erection it caused me, or my need to lick up his leavings. Or why I didn't even hesitate to take care of it three times the next day. Or the day after, and the day after. Or why nearly every time I jerked him off, I had to also. Over the next five weeks, our bedtime routine had become bathing and jerking him off in his bed. He would simply lay back with his left hand behind his head, and watch me stroking it for him, as if it were no different than me making his breakfast. Of course he always said, "Thank you, Daddy." He had never mentioned it, but he'd noticed the erection it caused in my pants whenever I serviced him. Then a couple of days before his cast was to be removed, I said, "Pretty soon I won't have to do this for you anymore." He looked at the lump in my pants and said, "You can if you want to, Daddy." The little shit knew I liked doing it for him. And as luck would have it, when his cast was removed, we found out he would need some physical therapy too. And he didn't have the range of motion he'd had before the accident, so I continued to do it for him another three weeks, until he got better. When school started that fall, the curse of Melissa was upon us again. It seems that not only did she have the biggest rack in seventh grade, by eighth grade, she was a size queen and found out Ian had the biggest dick in school. None of which I was aware of until late February. I had gotten up to get some water. When I passed his door, I heard moaning and obvious sex sounds. Then I clearly heard a girl say "Oh yes. Fuck me." I considered bursting in, but it was obviously too late to save the girl's virginity, and would only embarrass Ian as well as her. I decided to confront him later about it. Of course I stood listening for a few minutes, and it appeared Ian was doing quite well. I assumed she'd be gone by morning. But as I was making Ian's breakfast, I heard him behind me. "Uh... Daddy." I turned, and there they both stood. "Melissa needs a place to stay. Is it okay for her to stay here?" The girl definitely had a nice rack. She couldn't have been over five feet tall, and petit, tiny really. But her tits were so big, I was surprised she didn't topple over. If she wasn't so young, I'd swear they were surgically altered. I gave him a parental "what have you done now" look and said, "Before I answer that, do you want to tell me the whole story?" "Well, Melissa and I have been together for a few months, and last night... well, her dad sort of caught us, and threw her out." "Caught you?" "Yeah... Sorry Daddy, but I snuck out and he caught us together... uh... in bed. There was a huge fight, and he called her a bunch of bad names and told her to leave." "Jesus Ian, you're lucky he didn't shoot you." "Oh, my dad doesn't believe in guns," she said, as if that made it all better. "I'll remember that next time I'm trying to decide who's house to burglarize. Can I assume this isn't the first time you snuck out?" He hung his head and nodded. "Damn it Ian! For such a smart kid, you sure do some stupid shit." "So, Daddy, can she stay?" "Well, it is your fault she got thrown out. I guess we don't have much choice." When I came home from work, I was instantly aware of what was going on in his room. She wasn't even trying to be quiet, yelling about how much she loved his big cock and screaming as she orgasmed. Having first hand (pun intended) knowledge of how big his cock was, I could only imagine what it was doing to her tiny pussy. And as had been his habit, they both came out in just underwear. I swear her panties were small enough for a five year old, but her bra would fit Dolly Parton. You can guess what a big dicked horny thirteen year old would do with a live in girlfriend. Yep, they fucked all the time. Forget Xbox or playstation, give your son a pussy to keep him occupied. You won't have to worry that he's not getting enough exercise either. And you can probably guess what I was doing every time I heard them. This went on for a couple of weeks, then the Covid lockdown came. Melissa's parents were worried about her getting sick, so they picked her up. Did they say `Thank you for taking care of our daughter'? No. But they did give Ian the stink eye while she gathered her things. I swear, Ian was more despondent about losing his supply of pussy than he was over losing his mother. I can't really blame him though, Melissa was probably much better at fucking, than Linda was at being a mother. That evening after his shower, we were watching tv. He was sitting there in his underwear with a gloomy expression on his face. Being the dedicated dutiful father that I am, I reached over and slid my hand into his underwear. His face lit up, and he slipped his undies off to allow me access. It had been awhile since I had serviced him, and my excitement returned quickly. He lay his head in my lap, smiled at discovering me hard and said, "I knew you liked doing this for me, Daddy." It had grown even larger since I'd last handled it. No wonder Melissa made such noise. I couldn't even imagine this thing fitting inside such a small girl. It must have ruined her for anything smaller. That could also explain why Linda was never quite satisfied with what I had to offer. These thoughts were running through my head as I watched him erupt."Thanks, Daddy." "I'm here for you, Son." The next day the lockdown began. God only knows how long we would be stuck here, away from anyone else. Or if we would even survive this damn pandemic. Ian came in after his shower wearing just his undies as usual. The evening news was nothing but a status report on the growing numbers of victims, and the bleak outlook for improvement. "Are we going to die, Daddy?" "No, Son. Even if we get it, we're not in the high risk categories. We'd just be very sick for a while." He snuggled up beside me. "Thanks Daddy." Although my words may have been a comfort to him, my own thoughts were not as hopeful. Here was my beautiful step son facing possible death from this crap, and I could only offer him a consoling hand job. And me, who had tasted his cum a hundred times, but never directly from the source. Did I want to die without ever having done so? I knew the answer to that question. I slid off the sofa onto my knees in front of him. His underwear soon disappeared, and my mouth was on him in seconds. "Oh God Daddy! Oh, oh." His cock had gone from limp to choking me in a nanosecond. It had been over ten years since I had given a blow job, but I was going to use every skill I had ever learned in pleasing my son. When he was completely rigid, I stroked his cock as I went below to lick his balls, then took each one into my mouth for a little loving. Ian moaned his approval as I went back to sucking his cock. I glanced up to see him watching me bobbing up and down his beautiful dick. He lasted a long time before finally blasting my throat with his cream. When he recovered some, he said, "That was nice Daddy." "Nice? That's it, just nice?" I was embarrassed because he saw my tongue dart and and swipe up a little residual cum from my lips. "It's not as good as fucking, but it was nice, and I appreciate you doing it for me. I know you don't have a pussy, and it's better than jerking off. You always do everything you can for me. So yeah, it was nice, I enjoyed it." I was struck dumb. I mean really? Nice? I had wanted to suck his dick since the skateboard accident, but I didn't. I wanted to preserve the fatherly image he had of me, and maintain his innocence. Now I go beyond what I thought I should, in the middle of a pandemic, and suck his dick for him, and all I get is "nice". Well excuse me, Mr. `I've had pussy now', see if I ever do it for you again. Nice is what you say about the girl you're trying to get your friend to date because she's your girlfriend's bestie. Even though she's butt ugly you tell him `She's really nice'. If you want your friend to date her, tell him she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, he'd do it in a heartbeat, even if she is butt ugly. Well, I can suck a golfball through a garden hose, but all I got for it is, `Nice'. At breakfast the next morning, Ian said, "Daddy, I owe you an apology. I guess I was kind of caught off guard, I really wasn't expecting you to do that. I always wondered what it would feel like, but I assumed it would be a girl doing it for me. It was really great. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I'm sorry. I know you are always there for me, I just didn't know you'd go that far, and even swallow. I loved it, and I love you, Daddy." The little shit had me again. Damn it. I can't stay mad at him. "You're only saying that so I'll do it again." "No, I'm saying it because it's true. But if... you know... if you want to do it again, I won't complain," he said with an impish grin. Of course I was on my knees pulling off his underwear before he finished eating. "Yeah, Daddy, suck my dick." I gripped that big cock by the base and slid up and down it, loving the feel of the fat knob on my tongue. After a minute Ian said, "See how much you can take." I moved my hand from the base and went further down, taking the plum size head into my throat. I gagged and backed off. I repeated it, feeling the knob stretch my throat, and Ian pushed down on my head until my nose was in his pubes. "Mmm, I knew you could take it all, Daddy." I was struggling to breathe, finally Ian let me up. I coughed and sputtered. "You have a really big cock, Son. You can't force something that big down someone's throat. You almost choked me to death with it." "Sorry, Daddy. I thought you would like having all of it. You get a hard on every time you touch it." Damn! The little shit has noticed my erections and knows I like doing this for him. I went back to sucking him. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair, and moaned. He watched me lick his balls and smiled at me. "Will you do this for me all through the lockdown, Daddy?" I nodded with his cock in my mouth. "Remember after the accident when you'd jerk it for me three times a day?" I nodded again. "Would you like to suck me three times a day too?" I almost squirted in my pants at the thought. I moaned and nodded and kept sucking. "You can, Daddy. It'll be fun for both of us. I won't suck it, but maybe I'll jerk your little dick for you too." Jesus! Why did those words turn me on so much? And how did he know it would? And Shit! He knows my dick is smaller than his! "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" He knew the answer, he just wanted me to say it. I pulled off his cock to lick the head, and said, "Yes, I want your cum." Thirty seconds later, he gave it to me. I swallowed twice, then squeezed the last drop from his cock and licked it off. "If you had a pussy to fuck, I wouldn't care if this lockdown ever ends," he said, as he caught his breath. By lunch time, I had dug out Linda's douche bag, and used it. Then used one of our toys to stretch me. There was a plate with two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, a glass of milk, and a bottle of lube at his place when Ian sat down for lunch. He looked at me, a bit confused. "Do you know what a man-pussy is?" He still looked confused for a moment, then it came to him. His face lit up, then the sandwiches disappeared in record time. "Finish your milk then meet me in my bedroom." He found me face on a pillow, ass in the air. I heard him remove his underwear, then the squishy sound of lube being applied. I guess he was just used to loose girl pussy, because he wasn't too gentle penetrating me. "Jesus, Ian! I'm a virgin, take it easy on me." "Sorry, Daddy," he said, then slowly fed me the rest of his cock. Once seated, he withdrew about halfway, then pushed it back in. I moaned and gripped the pillow in my fists. He grabbed my hips and did it again. I grunted when he hit bottom with more force. Then he started the real fucking, drawing almost all the way out and thundering back in. The pain had subsided, and I began backing into his thrusts. "You like my cock in you, don't you, Daddy?" "Ugh... ugh... Yes" "Three times a day, which do you want? Fuck or suck?" "Ugh.... Both... Whatever... ugh... you want." He reached under. "I want your little dick to squirt while I fuck you." That was enough to make me cum in his hand. "There you go, Daddy. Cum for my cock." He wiped my cum on my back then plowed me hard. "You're tighter than Melissa, I'm gonna cum in you, Daddy." He shoved in hard and deep. I could feel his cock throb, sending his teen load up my bowels. "Thank you, Daddy." Ian moved in and out of me a few more times before removing his cock from my ravaged hole. I was wasted, but never felt better in my life. I had dedicated myself to taking care of Ian, and I was taking care of him in a way most fathers never get to. I got to experience a straight teen's cock, which most gay guys would love to do, and it was a big one, and he knew how to use it too. Ian had laid down beside me. He reached over and rubbed my butt. "Did you like it?" I looked at the dick that had just taken my man-pussy cherry. "Yes, Son. It was great." "I love your ass, Daddy. I hope you don't mind if I use it a lot. Can I see your little dick." "Why do you keep calling it little?" I asked as I rolled over onto my back. "I heard mom call it that, and I did just feel it while I was fucking you." "You heard you mom say I have a little dick?" "Yeah, she told her friend Rose it would be better if you were gay, because you have a little dick and a cute butt. She was right. You do have a little dick and a cute butt. And I think I just turned you gay. I know you used to like jerking me off, I saw you get hard when you did it. You liked sucking my dick too, and now you loved it when I fucked you." I couldn't believe Linda told Rose that. I'm sure Rose told Mark. Shit! Ian must have noticed my expression. "Don't worry, Daddy. I'll keep fucking you all through this lockdown." He fucked me again that night, and slept with me, so he could fuck me again in the morning. We didn't bother to get dressed, I sucked him after lunch, he fucked me after dinner, and fucked me at bedtime again. A few days later, Mark called to see how we were getting along during this crisis. As soon as I heard his voice, my face warmed with embarrassment. I had to say something. "Uh, Mark... I just found out that Linda said some things to Rose about me. I can't believe..." Mark interrupted me. "No worries, Man. I knew all that stuff years ago. We used to shower together after gym, remember." I certainly did remember. I remember thinking I wish my dick was as big a Mark's. He wasn't Ian's size, but he was bigger than me. "So, I already knew you have a little dick, and I always thought you have a cute butt too. The only thing that surprised me was that Linda was fucking LaShawn Jefferson." "What?" "Yeah. She told Rose about fucking LaShawn, that's when she said you had a little dick and a cute butt, that you should be gay." "She told Rose she was fucking LaShawn? The black guy that was captain of our basketball team?" "Yeah. It was after she dropped Dwayne Sturgis. I was really glad she didn't tell Rose that I fucked her a couple of times. By the way, did you like my.... um, present?" "What present?" "Damn, she didn't tell you it was from me? When Rose took the kids up to see her parents, Linda dropped by. She said it was okay to cum in her because you liked to suck the cum out of her pussy that her boyfriends left behind. I thought it was hot that you'd be sucking my cum out of her, so I dumped two big loads in her for you." Shity fucking shit! I knew she was fucking around, I just didn't think it was with my friends. We never actually talked about it. She'd come home and straddle my face, or push my head into her used cunt. I pretended not to know it was already filled with cum. And she pretended I was just clueless. "Thanks, you're such a good friend," I replied, not trying to hide my sarcasm. "You know, I could never go down on Rose after I unloaded in her, but to each his own I always say. I've always wanted to try anal, but Rose won't let me near that hole. Now that Linda's gone, I know you're probably getting horny since you're not dating or anything. So if you decide to open that cute butt of yours, I could be down with it. I mean, of course it'd have to be our little secret, but I could do you in a heartbeat." "Gee, Mark, that's so kind of you. I'll keep that in mind." Again It was dripping with sarcasm, but I don't think he got it that way. "What are friends for. Actually, I'm kinda getting hard just thinking about plowing your cute butt. Maybe we can get together when this lockdown is over." "Bye, Mark." Shitty fucking shit shit. Now Mark wants to fuck my butt. Well, at least I've got that going for me. Linda's been gone four years and still she haunts me. Mark said he was getting hard just thinking about it. I was too, but I wasn't going to tell him that. And Linda was fucking LaShawn. No wonder she wasn't happy with what I had, he has a python hanging between his legs. All my friends knew I was a cuckold, and no one said anything. Probably waiting for their turn in her pussy. Oh well, water under the bridge as they say. I have to let all that go and be behind me. Especially Mark, who really wants to be behind me. Shit! Stop thinking about that! Being stuck at home, Ian hardly let a few hours pass before he wanted another piece of my ass. Watching Netflix, eating junk food, and fucking me, was about all he did for the first few weeks. It got to where just hearing his voice, and my ass would purr and open up for him. My hole never had a chance to close, he was in it so much. Entry was not at all painful anymore, as long as he lubed. Apparently clinics were still open. About five weeks into the lockdown, I received a bill from Melissa's parents for an abortion. I paid it of course. Happily. A thirteen year old doesn't need to be a parent. My dilemma? To tell Ian or not. I decided he had the right to know. "Ian, remember when I said skateboards and girls had something in common?" "Yeah, you said to wear protective gear with both. That was funny." "Well, not so funny, here's the proof," I said, handing him the bill. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll pay you back." A couple of hours later, Ian had my ankles on his shoulders, buried balls deep in my ass. "Daddy, I promise not to fuck any girls until I go away to college. I have you, why would I need all the hassles that come with girls." Ian usually keeps his promises, so it looks like Mark is going to have to wait about five more years. That's my story. Embarrassing as it is. I married a tramp who cuckolded me, feeding me her lover's cum and told my friends about it. I became enamored with her son, who now fucks me several times a day. And my best friend is next in line. Wouldn't you be embarrassed to tell this tale? 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