Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 02:38:01 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Part 4

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"BOY DADDY", Part 4

The year Sam turned 15 I planned a surprise celebration for his birthday.
I wanted to take him somewhere fun and exciting, where anything we wanted
could happen.

I decided on taking him to Las Vegas for three days, but it was going to
take a lot of money to do it the way I envisioned.

I didn't make a whole hell of a lot of money.  As a warehouse worker, I got
paid OK, but not nearly as well as my wife Jenny did in her job.  When we
first got married, Jenny studied to become a dental assistant, but she
eventually went into Medical Records management and had eventually become
head of a major local hospital's records department.  She went to lots of
medical conventions and travelled around a lot, too.  The kids were used to
it, and her schedule gave my boy Sam and I plenty of time to be together by
ourselves.

My other kids, Leda, now 13, and Nick, now 11, spent lots of time at their
grandparents' houses and in all the activities Jenny had gotten them
involved in.  Honestly, I didn't know either kid very well, as all of my
attention had been focused on Sam since before they were even born.

Anyway, to make Sam's birthday surprise everything I wanted it to be, I
started working extra shifts whenever I could get them.  Fortunately, that
was pretty often, and the extra money began to add up to a sizable wad.

I didn't tell Jenny I was making extra money.  She wouldn't miss it if she
didn't even know about it.

My surprise for Sam was going to happen several weeks after his actual
birthday because he had a week off from school coming up, and I wanted us
to be in Vegas for four days.  I reasoned that delaying the surprise would
only make it bigger when I finally told him.

The time quickly came to tell him we were going for a wild weekend in
Vegas!  I had it all arranged by then -- hotel reservations, a major
surprise, additional birthday presents for Sam, lots of drugs, whatever I
thought might be fun for us.

I decided to make it a road trip, because part of my plan was to let Sam
drive -- something he was crazy about -- as much as he wanted once we were
on open stretches of highway.  I had taught him how to drive when he was
10, and thereafter had let him drive whenever it felt safe.  Jenny didn't
know, of course.

The day before the trip, I told Sam we'd be going to bed early that night,
because we had to get up early the following day.

"What for?" he asked me.

"We're going on a road trip, bro.  Vegas, baby!  It's your birthday
present," I explained.

"Everybody's going?  Mom and Nick and Leda, too?" he asked, sounding
somewhat disappointed.

"Nah, fuck that.  Just you and me, bro," I assured him.

Sam grinned and said, "Dude, that's awesome!"

The next morning, we were awakened by the alarm clock at 5 a.m.  We had
slept in the same bed and when we were both more-or-less awake we started
to beat our morning wood, like we did every morning.  I told Sam to go
ahead and jerk off but not to cum.  He didn't want to hold back and whined
about it, but I told him I had a reason for not wanting him to cum until we
got to Vegas.  He sighed heavily but followed my instruction.

During breakfast, Sam asked me what he needed to pack for our adventure.

"Just grab clean underwear, a t-shirt, clean socks, and your toothbrush,
bro.  That's all you'll need."

"Like, four sets of clean underwear, dude?  What the hell?"

"No, no, just one set, bro.  That's all," I told him.

"But we're both wearing swaps, so what should I do with them?  Change out
of them into clean ones now?"

"No way, bro, we just started prepping `em.  Keep `em on," I said.

We'd started swapping underwear when Sam was 14.  It got so that this was
one of our favorite games.  We'd both start out with a clean pair, wear
them for a couple of days, swap, wear those for a few days, then swap
again, and so on.  Our longest-worn pairs, so far, were 22 days.  They were
awesome by then -- grimy, stiff in spots, full of cum, sweat, interesting
stains, and incredible scents.

While Sam grabbed his gear, I selected a few of my sex-toys to bring with
us -- an anal probe, two sizes of vibrating dildoes, and a butt plug.  I
tossed them in my backpack along with the other stuff I had already crammed
it with.

We were on the road by 6:30 a.m.  Once we were well out of the area and on
the highway, I let Sam drive after we pulled over in a town called
Patterson.

We stopped several times, usually just to take a piss, but if we saw a
place that looked interesting, we'd pull over to check it out.  We had time
to spare.

Now, shortly after we hit the road, I started prepping Sam for the weekend.

"You haven't fucked any bitches yet, right?"

"Duh, you know that, bro," he said.

"Yeah.  Well, you're gonna fuck all the pussy you can handle this weekend,
bro, both of us are!  We're on a fuck junket, dude.  Your dick's gonna get
a hella good work-out."

Sam looked like I'd just told him he won a million bucks before he whooped
it up and let out a cheer.

We stopped in a crappy little dried-up town for lunch, then hit the road
again.  I drove for a longish stretch while Sam snoozed for a half-hour or
so.  I kept glancing over at him, imagining how Sam would react to all the
surprises I had in store for him once we were settled into our hotel room.

We were about half-way to Vegas.  The route we were taking was dull and
there really wasn't much to look at.  But we kept ourselves entertained
once I'd told Sam to look behind our seats and grab the paper bag with a
box inside.

When he had it in his lap, I told him, "Open it; it's a birthday present,
bro."

Grinning like an excited little boy, he ripped the bag open and roughly
opened the box.  Taking the object out of its unmarked container, Sam
asked, "What is it, dude?"

I chuckled to myself.  "What's it look like?"

"Uhh...a big fuckin' flashlight?"

"Close.  Unscrew the cap thing," I told him.

He did, and his eyes got huge when he saw the glistening, transparent cunt
under the cap.  I had gotten him his first Fleshlight Ice pussy fuck toy.
He half-laughed, half-gasped as he looked it over.

"Dude, you fuck this, right?" he asked.

"Well, duh.  Yeah," I laughed.  "You lube up your dick and squirt a little
into the hole, too, and then you just fuck it.  This one's called an Ice
model; the case and the sleeve are both transparent so you can watch your
dick thrusting in and out of it.  It also says it makes your dick look
bigger when it's inside," I told hm.

We glanced at each other and both of us broke into shit-eating grins.

"There's lube in the box, bro.  Didn't think I 'd give you a fuck toy
without lube, did ya?" I cackled at him.  We never used lube when we jacked
off, since both of us produced lots of pre-cum.

Sam just laughed and got the bottle of lube out of the box, then tossed the
wrappings into the back.  He got his grungy shorts opened and pulled his
already-hard dick out into the open.  I could smell it.  Using a bit too
much lube, he slathered it on his fat cock, had enough to do his balls, and
finally ran his oily fingers though his dark brown pubes.

Using more care, he squirted just a few dollops into the Fleshlight, and
then slowly stuck his dick inside it, moaning from how good it felt as he
sank in to his pubes.  I could barely keep my eyes on the road.

"Loosen or tighten the end cap to get different suction, dude," I coached
him.  "How's it feel?"

"Bro, is this what real pussy feels like?" he rasped at me.

"Hell no, bro, this feel better than real pussy," I laughed.  "But real
pussy is connected to real tits and real booty and real lips, right?  So,
there's seriously no comparison.  Real cunt is definitely way better than
this."

Sam just grunted his acknowledgment to my sage words, then leaned his head
back against the head-rest and started gently bucking his hips while he
held the Fleshlight in both hands.

"Don't cum, bro," I told him.  Sam was really working the Fleshlight now,
increasing the force of his thrusting.  "Let me take a turn on it, dude."

Without hesitation, Sam pulled the Fleshlight off his slimy dick and
offered it to me.

"I'm gonna need a little help here, bro," I said, tightening my grip on the
steering wheel.  I glanced down at my pants and Sam went to work.  He
leaned over and undid my belt, then opened my jeans, pulled at the
waistband of my swaps, and hauled out my pre-cum oozing cock.

"Dude, you're not even gonna need lube," he said with a hint of envy.  My
juice was all over his fingers.

"Can you work it for me, bro?  I don't wanna let go of the wheel."

Sam laughed.  "You just want me to jack you off, dude."

I chuckled, too.  "Maybe," I said.

With a derisive snort, Sam lowered the Fleshlight onto my cock, slowly
sliding it up and down my shaft.

"Go faster, bro," I told him.

"You better not cum, dude.  If I can't cum `til Vegas, neither can you," he
said.

"Feels fuckin' incredible..." I growled.  Then, after a bit, "OK, back off,
bro, I'm gettin' too close.  Your turn!"

When he pulled the thing off my cock, a thick string of pre-cum stretched
from my dick head to the Fleshlight.  Sam snickered as he pulled the toy
away and lowered it onto his cock again.

"Pull your pants down more, bro.  I can't see good enough."

As Sam raised his ass off the seat he let out a fart and maneuvered his
pants down his thighs with one hand, never loosening his grip on the
Fleshlight with the other.  He was fully exposed now.  The dark hair on his
inner thighs led to a thick jungle of hair surrounding his cock.  I could
smell his balls sweating and it made me want more of his odors filling the
cab.

"Take your tee off, dude," I said.

When he peeled it off, his sharp, acrid sweat-scent filled my nostrils, and
my cock gave a mighty lurch.  Sam noticed it and grinned at me.

"Ha, you really get off on that stink.  You wanna lick my pit out, dude?"
he said, raising his arm and trying to cover my face with it.

I laughed and batted his arm away, but not before getting a faceful of his
ripeness.  I finally took one hand off the wheel to cup my balls and rub my
asshole.  Then I reached over and tried to rub my hand over his nose and
mouth.

"Smell that, dickwad!  You know you love it.  It's OK, just admit it, I
won't think you're gay," I said, laughing at the joke.

Sam cracked up and leaned against the passenger door.

"Suck my dick, dude!  I'm not smelling your nasty finger," he said,
laughing along with me.

I kept looking over at him, basically naked, sliding his Fleshlight up and
down his lube-shined dick.  For some reason he looked sexier with his
shorts bunched up around his knees than if he were completely naked.

"Damn, I wanna cum!" he hissed between his teeth, then removed the
Fleshlight from his cock and set it beside him on the car seat.

We edged like this for the rest of the drive into Vegas.  Every once in a
while I'd reach over and give his stiff dick a few brotherly strokes.  He
did the same to me.

By the time we found the hotel, parked, and checked-in, we were more than
ready to be out of the truck.  The sun was blazing and it felt like it was
the hottest place on Earth.

Once we were indoors, the cool air revived us.  After settling everything
at the front desk, we took the large, ornate elevator to our floor without
a bellhop porting our luggage, since we hadn't brought anything other than
our back-packs and an overnight bag.

The coolness of the indoor air gave us a reprieve from the unrelenting
desert heat outside.  I had my t-shirt off before our door was even closed,
and Sam had already taken his off in the hallway, leaving a trail of stale
sweat-scent to our door.

The room was huge, two levels.  The bed was upstairs, along with a full
bathroom.  Downstairs looked like a living room, with a big sofa,
armchairs, the TV, the bar, and a smaller bathroom with just a toilet and
sink.  Everything was luxurious and comfortable.

Sam scanned the room quickly, grinning and flushed with happiness.  He went
tearing up the stairs to check out the bedroom, chattering from above me
about how huge the bed was.  He soon came clomping downstairs, clearly
delighted with everything.

As soon as we got stripped down to just our swaps, we flopped down on the
huge sofa and chugged a couple of ice-cold beers.  Sam peeled his stinky
socks off and ran his sweaty feet through the lush carpet.  For some
reason, the image of his dirty socks lying in a knot among all that beauty
made my cock ooze a stream of pre-cum.  I watched it darken the fabric of
the grungy briefs I was wearing, Sam's briefs.

Noticing this, Sam laughed and pulled the waistband of the dirty boxers he
was wearing, my boxers, under his hairy balls.  I could smell his fat,
hairy nuts from where I sat at the other end of the sofa, since neither of
us had showered for a couple of days.  He gave me a mischievous leer and
cupped his sweaty balls in one hand while he wagged his stiff, glistening
cock at me with the other.

"C'mon, let's see it," he said, nodding towards my crotch.

I peeled my damp briefs off and tossed them at his head.  Cackling, Sam
caught them and threw them aside, then pulled off his boxers.  We just sat
there grinning stupidly and looking at each other's dicks, lolling in the
freedom of being buzzed, naked, and sexed-up by ourselves in a strange,
fantastic place.

Suddenly, Sam was off the sofa and racing upstairs.  Before I could say
anything, he was back with two pillows from our bed.  They were big and
plump, and Sam threw one at me as he lunged back onto the sofa.

He leaned back into the deep cushions, spread his hairy thighs, and
clutched his pillow tight between his legs, grinding his junk into it.
Watching him, I did the same with mine.  After a bit of this, I got up on
my knees and laid my pillow out on the sofa and started humping it.
Pre-cum was smearing all over the pillowcase. Sam got into the same
position, and we fucked our pillows facing each other, our foreheads
bumping together when we got too exuberant.

Sam reached out and pinched my nipple hard, then moved to the other and
pinched it, too.  I'd taught him that trick when he was 12.  Returning the
favor, I mauled his nipples until he was groaning and sucking in air
through his clenched teeth.

When we were both close to shooting off, I stopped fucking my pillow and
told Sam to back off, too, and not to cum yet.  Holding back our loads was
driving us crazy for release.  It was all part of my plan.  I wanted Sam as
out of his head with the need to cum as I could get him.  I wanted to see
the animal inside him, and I wanted him to see mine.

The pillows looked like snails had been crawling over them.  Streaks of
shiny pre-cum crossed the clean, white fabric, fouling their pristine
appearance.  I knew they'd smell like our crotches and ripe balls when they
cradled our heads that night.

After smoking several bowls, we decided to take a walk around the Strip for
an hour or so.  Both of us were pretty baked, and tired out from the drive
and the heat.

Everything was exotic and fantastic to Sam, and the nearly psychedelic
displays of lights heightened our weed high.  Right before we turned back
to our hotel, I handed Sam my flask of whisky and he emptied half of it
before handing it to me.  I finished it off, though Sam swallowed most of
it.  I kept a close eye on him, not sure how he'd handle more alcohol than
he'd ever had before.  I wanted him unleashed.

When we got back to our hotel I ordered dinner from room service and
cracked open most of what was in our bar.  Sam already had a good buzz on,
so I knocked back some of the hard stuff on my own.

Our dinner was really good, and Sam was happy and content, though both of
us were half-drunk and a bit goofy from not cumming yet that day.

As we ate, naked except for our swaps, we both stroked a bit between
mouthfuls of food.  Once I had wheeled the cart back into the hallway for
room service, I locked our door for the night and we got ready for a little
fun before hitting the sack.

Sam knew what I always wanted to see and got ready to suck his own dick.
He had told me during dinner that he wanted to watch me fuck myself again.

We positioned ourselves on the single king-sized bed so that we each had a
perfect view of our exhibitions.  Sam and I sat close, facing each other.

As we leaned back, I put my legs on either side of his body, allowing us to
stay as close as possible while we serviced ourselves.  Hard cock jutting
out and pulsing, I told him how good he looked with his leg behind his head
and his dick straining for his mouth.

Sam laughed mindlessly, intent on getting it in his mouth as fast and as
deep as he could.  As I maneuvered my cock into my asshole, Sam's eyelids
fluttered, a tell-tale sign that he was getting off on what I was showing
him.

Now deep into our respective grooves, I started talking dirty to him,
something that I knew from years of experience would make him crazy with
the need to cum.

"Yeah, bro, chow down on your big fuckin' dick for me," I muttered.  He
growled in his throat and his head bobbed up and down faster.

"Dude, you're gonna fuckin' make me cum up my ass so hard...  I can smell
you, dude, you fuckin' stink like an animal...awesome...your ass smells
like a swamp, bro...so hot..."

I couldn't get enough of his scents.

I let my ass-slicked cock pop out of my hole and scooted even closer to him
so I could wipe it off on his leg.  Sam moaned loud.  Now he'd smell like
my ass, too.  I shoved my dick back up my shitter.

It didn't take long before we were squirting cum at each other.  Just as I
felt my balls tighten and the cum start to race up my shaft, I pulled my
dick out of my asshole as jizz started shooting wild.  The first rope
slashed across Sam's cocksucking face, and the rest went all over my thigh,
the bed, even pooling under my sweaty ass.

His eyes enormous with horniness, Sam shot in his mouth, some of it running
down his chin and dripping onto his chest.  Releasing his cock with a wet
`plop', Sam grinned and showed me cum-slathered teeth before gathering his
jizz into a glob and spitting it forcefully at me.

The mess slapped me right in the face, and I howled with delight.  Soaked
with my bro's frothy load of hot cum and saliva, I ran my fingers through
it and then rubbed it into my pubes and between my legs.  I would have
covered myself in it if there'd been enough.

Sam laughed when I smeared his jizz into my groin.  "Dude, you're such a
perv!"

I was happy to see that Sam was, too.  I had coached Sam to be a chronic
masturbator like myself, and his skills at discovering new, lewd ways to
get himself off made me proud of how I'd raised him.

Once we'd drained our aching balls, sleep finally overtook us.  We never
cleaned up after getting off, so now all we had to do was get under the
covers and dream.  I wrapped my arm around Sam and pulled him into my side.

The last thing he said to me before we fell asleep was, "Thanks for all
this, bro.  It's totally awesome...."  When I finally turned over and
buried my face in my pillow, I could smell our crotch-stink on it and
inhaled deeply like it was ether.  After that, I was out like a light.