Date: Mon, 2 Oct 2017 00:05:13 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Daddy Juice Makes You A Man

Title: Daddy Juice Makes You a Man


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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...

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"Dade, you'll have to stay at Charlie's again tonight. I have to work a
double!" My mother called. Even though I was 13, she still didn't think I
could stay at home alone.

I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my backpack. I always had one ready. Mom
worked all the time. We didn't have much, but she did make sure I had a
couple cool things.

But seriously, I had been staying at Charlie's so much lately, I just
started leaving stuff there.

Charlie was kind of my Mom's boyfriend? I'm not sure. I think she just kept
him around for free dinners and babysitting; they never seemed to `get
along'. He was cool and all, and he even had an extra room, so I didn't
have to crash on the couch. His son was in the Army, so I stayed in his
room.

Mom walked me over to his apartment, which was only a block down. He
greeted us at the door, and kissed Mom as she walked in. "Not in front of
Dade, please." She used that reason for a lot of things he wasn't `allowed'
to do. See. Stringing him along.

He didn't make a deal of it; I think he was just happy to have the
attention fro a girl. He was the apartment manager, and all the tenants
were at least 50 or older; I think it was a retirement location, but it
never said so on the signs.

Charlie mussed my hair as I walked by. I didn't have a father, so it was
kinda cool to have a guy around. Since he had a son, he was kinda helpful
in that way; he took me to get my physical for soccer, and he took me to
get a jock strap. Some things you just can't ask your mom about.

I got to Doug's room, now mine again for the night. My underwear and socks
from a previous visit were still on the floor. I was 13, so at least one of
those socks was a bit crusty. I didn't care, the washer always hid my
secret fun.

"Don't stay up too late," my mom called to me, her keys jiggling. She was
impatient. Charlie was trying to talk to her, and she was trying to get to
work.

"...Well, he can just share, or use the couch...Can't he?" She continued.

I didn't hear the rest, but I didn't really care. I as at level 5 already
on the Nintendo.

I heard mom left, and Charlie knocked on the door frame. "So, Doug's gonna
be home tonight, since it's Friday. If you're in his bed, you'll get a
buddy by morning. If you want to take the couch, it's yours."

I shrugged, and he mentioned something about pizza tonight.

I woke up at 3am to a rustling sound. It was dark, and I was on the right
side of the bed. For as long as I could remember, I always slept on my
right side. My eyes shot open, and the light from the window was just
enough to see a figure stumbling around.

With a slur, I heard him. "Heyyyyyy Dadey boy. Dad told me you'd be
here. Guess we're shacking up... well, no, ...bunking up together. Ha!"

He flopped to the bed, and I curled up tighter. He was totally drunk. I
watched out of the corner of my eye as he flipped off his boots, falling
back into me with each pull of the laces. He giggled as he yanked off his
shirt.

"Wooo.. I smell." He said, trying to whisper. Of course, we all know how
drunk people `whisper'. I pulled the sheet up to my chest, still
watching. He was now working on his pants. He fell back onto the bed, and
his legs shot straight up. In a flipping motion, he pulled his jeans and
his boxers to his knees. Doug was full on naked, and laughing.

"Ok, little dude, don't worrrry...I got it. I'm rrrready for bed. You
sleep-- shhh... I mean, you sleeping?"

I didn't answer. He flopped back, and in no time, he was snoring.

I waited a few minutes before I moved. His snores filled the room, so I got
bold and took a look. He was a fit guy. I know he was about 6' tall, and
his eyes were very green. Since I stayed here a lot, I knew that he was
built. The Army made sure of that. I didn't know that he had ridges on his
stomach. I didn't know he wore boxers. I didn't know.. he was uncut. His
junk, now leaning into his thigh, was about 3" or so. His balls were tight
against his skin, and his thighs were the size of my head. I pulled back
the sheet, and pulled my own junk from my jogging pants. I was getting
hard. I felt myself blush, but I wanted to compare. His penis, completely
soft, was over half the length of my hard 5". Also, I was cut.

Doug started to stir, and his breathing changed. I rolled over quick, and
pretended to sleep. A moment later, his body shifted, and for the rest of
the night, I had a heavy, muscled arm over my body. He had turned to his
right, and his arm flopped over me. I fell asleep feeling very warm.


Saturday morning, Doug was up by the time the sun hit my face. He usually
went running and such, and I suppose even with the partying, he didn't
change?

Then I heard the bathroom flush. Doug walked back in, still naked. He
looked at my shocked face, and scratched himself. "Hey bro. Ain't never
seen a dick before?"  I shrugged and looked away, as he plopped on the
bed. "Had to get some Tylenol in me. I'll tell ya, Dade. Word of
advice. When a chick asks you to buy her a shot, don't order doubles for
yourself."

He laughed again, and slapped the empty part of the mattress. His hand
absently went to his cock and he wiggled it a little. His other arm covered
his eyes. "Who said the sun could come out."

His hand kept playing, and I couldn't help watch. "Well, kid. I got a
problem."

I looked over at him, and he pinched open one eye. I didn't speak, so he
offered, "You know when you got that .. urge. Right? Well, I got it. I need
to get rid of it. So... uh, if you anna get out of here, I understand."

I kinda scrunched my nose. I was confused. Briefly. He stretched his legs
out, and was now flat on his back. He closed his eyes, and started to
slowly pull on his foreskin.

I didn't know what to do. I started to turn away, but my curiosity had hit
me. I'd never seen anyone else do it. And trust me, I was already hard.

I laid next time him in silence as his fingers turned into a fist, and his
fist pulled at his growing member. He was now about 6 or 7", and his
motions were getting faster.

He looked over at me, and I could feel his eyes bore into my skull. I
didn't dare look at him, but I couldn't look away from his jerking. "You
know," he panted, "Usually the guys in the barracks will jerk off with each
other, not just stare like that..."

I blushed hard at the words, but I couldn't bring myself to move. He
panted, his strokes got faster, and his body started to tense. He was
jerking with his right hand, but at the last second, he switched. With a
tight left fist on his cock, his right hand grabbed my arm and he lockedin
place. A heavy stream of cum fired from the tip, and pulse after pulse
oozed over his hand to his flat stomach and bellybutton. His hold on me
tightened and loosened with each pulse, and his breath was caught in mid
gasp.I knew the feeling well.

Nothing was said of it afterward. Doug hit the shower, and while he was in
there, my hands flew to my own straining member. Under the bed I had some
hand cream, and in no time, I was stroking the white cream all over my
dick. My hand cupped my ample balls as my body tensed up. I felt the
eruption coming, and without thinking, I shot my load onto my own
stomach. It had been about 2 days, so I had a lot come out.

I was just wiping with the sock when I heard the shower turn off.

Doug was gone for the next two weeks, and things went back to the same old
story. Mom worked, I played video games and crashed at Charlie's. Charlie
had started working out, so more and more, I'd see him in skimpy workout
gear. Light shorts, a tank top; nothing like his usual foreman/apartment
manager overalls and such. He as a fit guy. Like his son, 6' or so, and had
some good solid muscle.

On Thursday, I had just finished soccer practice, and Mom was already at
work, so I used my key at Charlie's. While I was showering, I heard the
door open. "Sorry dude, gotta piss!"

Doug had come home, early this time. I immediately turned away, but he
called me out on it. "Dade, I know what you got, don't worry. In fact, it's
something I need to talk to you about."

He flushed. "I'll be in the living room; come out and talk to me when
you're done."

I finished my shower, and put on some clothes. It was a warm night, so I
grabbed a loose shirt and some soccer shorts.

When I came to the living room, he was watching a sports broadcast, but
turned it off. He pointed to the couch, so I sat down.

"So, we're both guys right? I mean, I can talk to you without you blabbing
it to anyone, right?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"No, Dade, seriously. Can I talk to you as a man, and you not tell anyone?"
He leaned his forearms on his knees, and looked at me deeper.

I nodded. "Yes, I'm only here because Mom thinks I am too young."

He slapped his knee. "Yes! That's the thing. I knew you were growing up,
but she..." he eyed me, then continued, "she doesn't treat you like a
man. Not like a DAD would, you know?"

I shrugged again. "Never had one, don't know..."

Doug stood up and moved over to me. Even with 3 seats at the couch, he
choose to sit close to me. He put his hand on my knee.

"Yea, that's my point, buddy. See," He continued, "If you had a father, he
would have been fixing you up with Man Juice for a while now - uhh, when
did you hit puberty?"

I blushed. I didn't speak.

"You know, like, when did you start to shoot spunk out your dick?"

I must've turned 40 colors of red. He repeated it. "Dade, we all
shoot. When did you start?"

I closed my eyes and thought about it. It was just before school this year
that Bryan Meclinberg showed me how to make white stuff. We had learned
about it in class, but I never knew how to get it out of your body until he
had a sleepover. Him and me and 4 friends all sat around, trying to make
the juice come out. He showed me and 2 other guys how. the 4th guy won, but
he was older than us.

"This summer," I whispered.

"Oh, good!" He exclaimed, "Then it's not too late."

I looked at him funny. He pulled back, and looked at his watch. "Let's go
to my room. I have to explain something to you that only guys know about."

I followed him to his room, where he shut the door, and locked it.

"Ok, I'm gonna tell you a secret, but it's JUST us. Ok?"

I nodded.

"Alright, so here's the thing." He started to rustle some bags in his
closet, and soon pulled out a small jewel box. He set it on the table and
continued to talk.

"For a long time, like... 500 years or so, Dads have had this job of
passing down things to their kids. For girls, it's some street sense, it's
birth control, things like that."

He pulled off his shirt, and sat on the bed. He motioned me over, and I sat
next to him.

"But for guys, there's a couple things that Dads will do that's extra. See,
since Dads made their kid, they gave Mom the juice to make you born, you
know?"

I nodded. He leaned back. "Yeah, so, what guys don't talk about is that
when you hit puberty, a Dad will usually help you even more. He's gonna
teach you about sex and girls and stuff.."

He stood up and pulled down his pants. He was naked. I looked away. "And
about your body. Like mine. Don't worry. You can look. We all look."

I couldn't really look. "Here, stand up." I didn't move. "No seriously,
stand up!"

He pulled me up by the armpits, and before I knew it, he had yanked down my
pants, and pulled up my shirt. I covered my dick as best I could, but I was
already hard.

"Ok, so, now, don't worry man, stiffies are gonna be very useful in your
future." he laughed.

"But for now, here's the thing. First, don't be shy. You're a great looking
kid, and you have a great dick. But...it's a little small."

I blushed beet red. I looked at my feet, and my hands went back to covering
up. He grabbed my wrists and held them, then looked at me in the eyes.

"...And that's because you don't have a Dad. I've decided to help. I can
make you bigger, you know." He moved directly down in front of me, and took
a knee. "Do you want me to help you, Dade?"

I looked at him, then at my dick. It was going soft now, but even when it
was hard, I couldn't help but think how small it was next to Doug. He had
so much more thickness and length. I needed help. I wanted to be big like
him.

"Ok..." I said.

Doug nodded, and both naked as the day we were born, he hugged me. "Ok," he
whispered.

He stood up, and pulled me to the bed. "So, in order for me to help, I need
to do things that only a father and son would do. It's things that you
can't get, and since I won't have kids, I can help you instead. All you
have to do is keep our secret, and do what I say. Can you handle that?"

To this point, I was very confused, but it was all starting to sound more
clear. Doug was gonna help me get big and strong like him, make my dick big
- just like Dads would do for their kid. Ok!

I nodded and smiled. "What do I have to do?" I asked.

Doug smiled back, big and broad. "It's simple. You have to get rid of your
juice, and I have to give you mine."


He laid me to the bed, scooted up next to me. He began to stroke my hair,
letting his hands trail down my face to my chest. "So, Dade, what a Dad
does, is pretty much what you do anyway. Except that each time you do it, a
Dad would replace what you shot."

I felt his hands slide down my stomach, and for the first time ever,
another person felt my hardness. I blushed again.

"See, you're like me. Every day or two, this guy gets hard, like you are
now. It needs to cum, right? So we jerk and we shoot," he paused, "but then
you are giving away your testosterone! Your body, while feeling good, is
taking away the chemicals you need to grow big and strong!"

I nodded. It made sense. My teacher in Sex Ed. said that we do ejac..itate
like 10 million sperms.. that's a lot!

"My goal will be to let you have that kind of fun, but I'll give you back
the adult juice, and you will get bigger and stronger." His hand slid down
my leg, and I felt him reaching toward my butt.

"There are two ways to get you the juice," he sat up, and I could see his
hard-on jutting out. He reached over for the little jewel case, pulling out
a small bottle of cream, and a smaller brown bottle.

"You either have to drink the juice from the tap," he said, shaking the
bottles, "Or, I can inject you with it."

I was still lying there, hard as ever, watching as he guided himself in
front of me. "So, I need you to sit up."

I sat up. "Ok, now, I'm gonna teach you the first way. It will seem weird,
but you have to do it until you swallow the juice, ok?"

"I need you to open your mouth, let me inside you, then lick and suck like
a lollipop, ok?"

I nodded. His free hand began to guide my head to him. I could see a small
dollop of clear liquid on his tip, and I tasted the salt when he
entered. He pushed forward, and flinched. "Rule one, watch the teeth. Just
let it slide in and out, and use your tongue to rub it..."

I felt his dick slide in me, and I couldn't help it. He was too big. I
scraped a bit on him, and he flinched. Then I felt like I couldn't breath.

"Here," he said, pulling away. "First, lets do this. Get on your knees on
the floor."

I moved to the carpet, and sat on my knees. His legs stradled the bed, and
his uncut cock was in front of me, the skin pulled back.

"Now, let all the air out of your lungs. Ok..." I exhaled deliberately and
heavily. When I begin to inhale, Doug put the brown bottle to my
nose. "Suck this in."

My eyes closed without warning. I felt a warm tingle in my bones, and felt
my arms go a bit limp. My mouth was being spread open now, Doug using his
own dick to push in my mouth. I felt it against the back of my throat, but
the gagging sensation was gone.

"There's a boy. Just like that. Let the medicine make you relax..." he
started to say, in slow soft tones. I felt his hips shift, and start to
pump in and out. His hands both pulled against my head, and his dick pushed
in deeper and deeper.

"Oh yeah, that's a good son," he said. "Daddy will give you some great
juice soon."

I started to feel the gagging come back, and tried to look up at Doug. He
had his head back, and I could feel my eyes begin to water. The cough was
coming, and I felt a choke.

"Ok, ok, ok," he assured, pulling his full 7" back from my mouth. "I think
you've got me ready to give you the juice."

He pulled me up from my knees, and I still felt a little dizzy from his
medicine.

Doug turned me around, and stood up. He faced me to the bed, and very
gently, his hands guided me. I bent down as he pulled my hips toward him. I
watched him as he grabbed the lotion bottle and pump it onto his dick. With
a gentle swipe, I felt my backside being massaged with the cream.

The brown bottle was brought back to my nose, and I was told to take a deep
breath in. When I did, I felt stars above my head, and my legs got
weak. "Ok, Dade, I need to get inside to give you the juice. This may sting
at first, but you'll love it after."

My focus was on keeping my legs up, so I didn't even notice his words. I
didn't notice his cock against my backside.

Then the pain. His hands had firmly locked on my hips, and his dick pushed
against my butt. I could feel a searing burn as the head popped into
place. The mix of fussiness from the medicine made part of it feel good,
but my body knew it was painful, so my mouth began to shout. "Doug, Please!
OUchhh!"

He pushed on my head, and I felt my face tight against the fabric of the
comforter. "I know, baby boy, I know it hurts. It's gonna get better," he
continued, with gritted teeth, "But your Dad has to get the juice in."

He pushed harder, and I felt a large POP. "Yes, that's it!" He exclaimed.

My body felt itself give, as his hips slid closer to mine. Soon, he was
sliding in and out of me. I could feel his thickness sliding against the
inside of my body. His grunts were no longer words as he held me hard by
the hips.

"Daddy's got your juice, Son. You want that?" He asked, then demanded. "YOU
want it? Yeah, this hole needs it. Gonna ram you so deep-uh, give you so
much juice for that Boy!"

He pumped fast, his strokes got harder, and I could feel his hips slam into
me. Two, three, four pumps, then - all his wait landed on me. We both fell
flat to the mattress.

"Ahhhhhh....." he was on top of me, and he was moaning into my ear. I could
feel him pulse.

After it was over, he talked to me about using the toilet properly, and how
to wash my butt so that he could give me more juice. I tried to tell him
that it hurt, but he reminded me that I was trying to become a man.

By 15, I knew that he was just a horny guy who needed to get laid. I never
told him that I knew about his lie, because, well, to be honest, it was
awesome. Over the course of the time he topped me, I learned how to bottom
very well. He started to jerk me off and suck me too, once in a while, you
know - to get the "young juice out of my system."

Doug was deployed that year, and we never talked about what happened when
he came back. My mom moved us to another town, and I found a kid around my
age who started letting me give him my juice. He loved it, and I didn't
even have to make up a story about it.


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