Date: Wed, 05 Sep 2018 20:03:11 +0000 From: "Tim (via Google Docs)" Subject: Part 3 - Getting Adopted Getting Adopted The following is an erotic story that may or may not be based on someone's reality. It includes adult-Youth sexual relations, without protection. If any of this offends you, you should stop reading now. If you read on and like what you see, let me know how much you like it and what fantasies you might want to see played out. ALSO, please give a generous donation to the Nifty Archive. They do a lot to keep this site going so you can get off reading these stories. Help `em out, fellas, jack off with one hand, donate money with the other. timmywriteshot@gmail.com GETTING ADOPTED -- PART THREE I took to construction work really well. My lack of education didn't hurt me here; all I had to do was pay attention and learn from the guys around me. I spent the first couple months following other guys around, observing their work and trying to learn new skills. I also did a lot of hauling and other grunt work because I was the "new kid who needed to toughen up." I have to admit, I am the youngest guy on the job. I'm only 16, and most of these guys are in their 20s and 30s, some even older. They gave me a hard time for being so young and scrawny. They teased me about being the boss' kid. Little did they know what was really going on. My body ached every day after work. I could feel muscles I didn't know I had. I guessed that was a good thing, in the long run I'd bulk up and trim down and start to look like a real stud. Meanwhile, I am fucking exhausted all the damn time. Daddy came by the jobsite everyday to pick me up after work. Getting into his air-conditioned luxury car was heaven after sweating in the hot sun all day. We didn't talk much on the drive home. I knew what was waiting for me and I was eager. When we got home, every day, Daddy took me in his arms and hugged me hard. Then he kissed me long and sweet on the mouth. After that, he carried me upstairs and into my bathroom. He slowly and carefully undressed me, making sure not to aggravate any pain or new injuries. Then he stripped off his clothes and we got in the shower together. He carefully washed my whole body, massaging every tired muscle as he moved over me. Then, I washed his gorgeous, hairy, hunky body and savored it. I loved to take a minute to chew on his hairy nipples. After rinsing, Daddy picks me up and carries me to the bed, where he lays me down and bends over to kiss my lips gently. Then, he goes downstairs to prepared dinner. This is like every fucking day, guys, I can't believe how great James is to me. I can't imagine not calling him Daddy, he provides for me in every way; a lot better than my real parents ever did. Fuck, I am one lucky motherfucker! When supper is ready, Daddy calls me down, and I go meet him in the kitchen. We are both still nude, in fact, we rarely wear clothes around the house. We eat and talk about our day. Daddy gives me pointers on things I'm learning. After supper, I clean up and do the dishes, then we go outside and have a swim in the pool, also nude; nobody can see into this estate. I love the feeling of swimming in the nude. The water rushes by my body and caresses every part of me. Usually, Daddy swims beside me, sometimes we race, he always wins. Daddy likes to play in the water too. He splashes me, dunks me underwater, and gropes my cock. Once, he lifted me out of the water and got me to float on my back. Then, he gave me a killer blowjob and I came right there in the pool. Of course, Daddy drank all my cum. I have never seen him waste a single drop of cum that might be laying around during sex. After the pool, we go inside to watch TV or play a game or something. There is always beer and Daddy always shares. I also learned that Daddy likes to smoke weed...a lot of weed. This was new to me; nobody had weed where I came from. If a kid got caught with that stuff, it was straight to the juvey farm for "training." So, Daddy introduced me to weed and I am sold on it! Come to find out, he grows his own in a hydroponic setup inside a building on the back of the property. It is really good, and we get fucked up almost every night. I love to get fucked when I'm high. I feel so mellow and relaxed, my pussy opens easy to take Daddy's giant cock, and then he takes his time fucking me. He can massage my prostate so good and being high makes it better. He says his cock head is more sensitive when he's high, so he wants to fuck me when we're both high. Every night isn't exactly the same, but you get the idea. Daddy makes me happy, he takes care of me, and he loves me. He's always saying how much he loves me, and I always say it back. This wonderful man saved my life. We are always in bed by 10:00 PM and we go right to sleep. Work starts early in the morning. The weekends are different. We have a lot more time together and we don't have to get up to go to work. Most Friday nights, we come home from work, shower, and eat supper. Then we go to a movie or shopping or someplace fun. When we get back home, we fuck and go to bed; or we go to bed and fuck, whichever. We wake up late on Saturday morning for our fun day. Every Saturday since I started work, Daddy James has arranged for us both to get professional massages at the house. It's fucking incredible! These two completely perfect men, who also happen to be twins, show up at our door every Saturday at 11:00 AM. They bring in two massage tables and cases of supplies. They set up in an extra room on the first floor where James has his personal gym setup. While they setup, Daddy and I go grab a beer and a joint. We drink and get high while we wait for the boys. When they are ready, they come out to the living room to find us. Now, imagine this...Daddy knows how much I like furry men. He picked these boys just for me. They are identical twins, standing around 6' tall, and rocking some incredible muscles and no body fat. Their chests and abs are covered with a thick coating of soft, black fur. They have shaved heads and shaved balls. I know this because these boys only work in the nude. Daddy and I follow the boys back to the gym and mount the tables. Now that we're both high, we don't really give a fuck what these boys do to us, as long as it feels good. Let's call my boy, Troy, just for fun. Troy starts with me lying on my stomach. He massages my temples first, then he moves down my neck and grasps my shoulders in his powerful grip. He kneads the muscles in my shoulders, back, and triceps. He applies just enough pressure to elicit a gasp from my lungs. Pressing his fingers deep into my flesh, he gets rid of every kink he finds. When Troy is satisfied that I am fully relaxed and my back muscles are no longer tense, he moves to my buttocks and kneads each bubble cheek, pressing deep into my glutes. He massages each muscle separately, hard and deep. Then, his hands meet at my crack. Troy spreads my cheeks apart and he pours warm oil into the crack and rubs it around on me. He presses a finger up to the entrance to my hungry hole. He pries it open and squirts more warm oil inside me. I can feel the tip of his bottle penetrate and then empty hot oil into my cunt. It feels fucking great! Troy pulls the bottle out and replaces it with his fingers. He presses two, three, four fingers into my cunt and plays with my prostate. I squirm around on the table. Then, Troy pulls out of me and offers me hits off a new joint. I eagerly inhale several times and feel the rush of weed falling over me again. Next, Troy slides his hands down each leg, and back up again, paying careful attention to massaging my inner thigh muscles. Then, Troy tells me to roll over on my back. I can only imagine that Daddy is getting similar treatment. He has just passed a joint back to his boy, and I notice they both have rock-hard erections. When I lay on my back, my boner is evident as well. Troy's dick is hard too and he moves to the head of the table to continue my massage. His 9" cock is bobbing up and down at my head, bumping me often. I want to taste it, but that's not the deal; I only get to look, Troy does all the touching. He again starts at my temples and moves down my throat to my chest. He squeezes oil onto my chest and massages my pecs and spends a lot of time rubbing and pinching my nipples. He moves to my abs and massages my muscles deep and my cock twitches. Troy rubs down my abdomen into the pelvic region and rubs around my cock, going on to my legs. Again, he massages up and down both legs, careful to go deep in my inner thigh muscles. Troy stops for a minute and hands me a joint to suck on. I take several hits and kill it. Then, Troy takes one hand and sticks his fingers inside my cunt. He uses his other hand to stroke my hard cock. He finger-fucks me and takes my prostate into quivering heaven. His stroking gets hard and fast, he loves to squeeze my cock with his big hand. I look over and Daddy is getting the same treatment. He watches as Troy goes after me; I watch as the twin goes after Daddy. It is so fucking hot to see these two beautiful hairy men taking us over the edge together. "FUuck Yeah, fuck!" I shout, and Troy puts his mouth on my cock to get my load. I feel spunk driving up my rod and exploding into Troy's mouth. He sucks and swallows and drains every drop of creamy cum out of my teenage cock. Troy's brother does the same to Daddy. When they are finished with us, the twins come together and start to kiss and grope each other for our amusement. Each one goes down on the other one. Then one fucks the other one until he dumps his load inside and they switch places, so the other twin can cum into his brother's cunt. I can't keep them straight, but who fucking cares? After the twins pack up and leave, Daddy and I go shower and lie down in bed to rest. Every Saturday gets off to a great start around here. Fuck yeah! Usually, I wake up from our nap first. That works great because I like to freshen up a bit and then take care of Daddy. I sneak out of bed and go to my bathroom to brush my teeth. I take a piss, and check to see if I need to douche. Whatever I need, I take care of it. Then, I sneak back into Daddy's bedroom and walk to the side of the bed. Usually, I find Daddy still sleeping and lying on his back. He is so hunky and sweet at the same time. His body is hard and hairy and beautiful, but I know his disposition is sweet and compassionate and loving. I enjoy standing here watching him sleep. But, I really enjoy waking him up. I get down on my knees and lean over to take his cock in my mouth. It hangs limp until my warm saliva starts to cover it up. His cock starts to grow in my mouth and Daddy starts to wake. He stretches his hot body and I keep sucking. He reaches down and puts his hand on the back of my head and lets me know I am pleasing him. I'm not going to take him all the way, I just want to get him ready for the rest of our Saturday. When I let his cock slide out of my mouth, Daddy gets up. At 6'1". Daddy towers over my 5'8" frame. He's made sure that I do hard physical labor at the construction site to help make me into a tougher guy. He also insists that we do a two-hour workout in his home gym three times a week, and an hour the other days. Saturday is a two-hour days. So, we go downstairs and into the gym. He has my routine all planned out for me, so I don't have to stop to ask a lot of questions. He does his own workout routine that is scaled to suit his much bigger body and more developed muscles. He keeps telling me that my body will start to look like his after some time in the gym. I need to be patient and trust him. Today is upper body day for me, so I start with a stretch routine and then warm up with cardio on the treadmill. After thirty minutes, I'm ready to hit the Total Gym. I really enjoy this part. We have mirrors along one whole wall and the machine is set up to take full advantage. We also have free weights that sit next to the machines, facing the mirrors. I like to watch myself as I lift. I may not be a hunk yet, but I am fucking determined to get there. I've already lost some weight from working, so my baby fat doesn't cover up my abs anymore. I do chest lifts on the machine, lying down and sitting up. I love to watch my muscles flex. When I do my bicep curls, veins pop out along the bicep and in my forearm. I get hot watching myself. Then, I also watch Daddy doing his lifts on free weights. He is so much bigger and stronger, he lifts much heavier weights than I do. I watch his muscles flex and grow, veins popping out, and sweat running down his naked body. I can't help but spring a boner just watching him workout. Even though we aren't working together, it feels like we are bonding like a father and son should. Too bad my real dad didn't do shit like this. Motherfucker! After our workouts are finished, we get together for cool-down time. Gentle stretching and deep breathing brings us back and we're ready to go. I always jump up off the floor and grab Daddy around the chest and kiss him. I want him to know I love him. I was such a fucking loser, and he brought me to this. After gym time, we normally go out for dinner on Saturdays. That means we have to shower and dress. Oh well! The thing is, Daddy insists that we shower in our separate bathrooms and get dressed. He doesn't want us to get too fucking excited and start fucking before dinner. I get it. We meet in the living room and Daddy lets me have a beer. Then we head out to one of the great restaurants in town. Daddy knows so many restaurant owners and chefs, we can get a table anywhere on a moment's notice. I'm not a picky eater. Fuck, I grew up on a farm; I'll eat anything! So, Daddy always chooses. When we're out in public, I always call him James or Uncle James. We can't be too careful about our relationship. First, I'm only 16, and he just doesn't need any hint of something prudes wouldn't like. So, I'm his nephew Sean who came to live with him after his parents died in a car wreck. Lots of sympathy in that story and I'm real good at the "sad face." After dinner, we usually go to a movie. Daddy's a lot older than me, but he lets me pick the movie. I usually go for the action/violence flicks or sci-fi. I know he'd probably rather see something else, but he never complains. After the movie, it's home to our sanctuary and more time in bed. No rush, just love making with my Daddy. We can sleep-in on Sunday morning, so we take our time and make our love making last. He asks me to service his cock with my young mouth and do it slowly. He likes to talk about me as his boy or his son or his teenager. He likes to suck my cock a lot, and play with my hairless balls. Daddy always spends a lot of time rubbing my hairless body; the feel of his rough, strong hands on my skin sends tingles through me. He is not a bottom at all, and I don't think he'd ever ask me to fuck him. That's OK with me. I am a bottom boy all the way. My dick is too small to be a good ass fucker anyway. I love to have cock in my mouth and up my ass. That's why fuck is my favorite word -- I love to get fucked! Daddy has a giant, 9" rod that gets fat when it swells. He can stick that monster meat inside me and pump in and out for hours. I want him to climb inside me. I can't get enough of his cock in me. I'll take it all day, every day. His big bone gets on my prostate and drives me nuts. He hits the wall of my boy-pussy and sends me into orbit. When Daddy cums, he fills me up with hot cream that oozes out around his shaft and drips down my crack. Then, Daddy always feeds me the cum he digs out of my pussy. It tastes so good, I lick his cock after. When I give him a blow job, Daddy rewards me with a cum shot to fill my mouth and run down my throat into my tummy. His cum is sweet and salty at the same time. It's hot and creamy, like caramel. I can't get enough of his cum to drink. I am addicted to this man. The worst part of the weekend is that it isn't long enough. After a couple days of love-making with my Daddy, we have to go back to the reality of working to earn a living. So, Monday morning rolls around and the alarm shouts at me at 5:00 AM. I get up, shower, shave, etc., and pull on jeans, a t-shirt, and work boots. Then I run downstairs and eat breakfast with Daddy and he drives me to the jobsite. He always sends a sack lunch with me too. We've been following this routine now for several months. It's near the end of summer and we're going to have to start working in the cold. Hopefully, a lot of that work can be done inside. But, for now, it's hotter than fuck out here and I strip off my shirt every day. When I first started, the other guys whistled and laughed at my scrawny physique and soft belly. My biceps were puny too. Lately, though, after 6 months of this grind plus the workouts at home, the guys don't laugh at me anymore. I'm still only 5'8" tall, but I am packaged really tight now. My biceps have doubled in size. My pecs are bigger and very solid now. My belly fat is all gone, replaced by chiseled abs. They still treat me like a kid, `cause I am. But, they show me some respect now because it is obvious I work my butt off. Fuck, yeah, man! I'm a fuckin' stud! So, at lunch break, one of the guys asks me when I'm gonna turn 17. I tell him that my birthday is three months away. "Shit, man, you got a whole year till you be legal!" "So? What the fuck does that mean?" I ask. "At 18, you an adult, man, you can buy stuff, get an apartment, live on your own, fuck a woman. Shit, man, 18's when I had my first hooker." "Oh, I'm not worried about that. I plan to stay with Uncle James for now. He's got everything I need at his house." "Fuck, no, man! James is alright, but he's your Uncle, not your pal. He's not gonna get drunk with you or smoke weed with you, or go get pussy with you. His job is to keep you from doing all that shit, man. You need to fly." "Shit," I say, trying not to tip anybody off. "I'm OK with that. Uncle James has always been very good to me. The house is awesome. He lets me drive his cool cars. I live in a palace and eat like a king. Why would I ever want to leave?" "Man, he must have you on a short leash, baby Sean. I guess you haven't grown up as much as I thought. You're still a little pussy boy." This came from Carlos, a hot 20-year-old Mexican. I got pissed and jumped up and grabbed the guy by the front of his shirt. "I'm nobody's pussy-boy. I'm a real man, and I can fuck you up good, man!" I dropped him on the ground and he came up swinging. The guy clipped me hard on the jaw and I went flying. The other guys gathered around to watch the fight. One of them picked me up and threw me back into the middle of the group. I'm no stranger to fighting, but it's not my favorite thing. We square off and we both get in some good punches. I see blood on his face and I taste blood trickling into my mouth. He swings at me and lands right in my face, then he follows with a hard punch into my gut. I go down spitting and coughing. The guy stands up straight and raises his hands like the winner in the ring. But, I come up off the ground and charge into his midsection head first. He goes flying backwards into the crowd and they cheer. He comes back at me and slugs me in the face again. I feel it split open and feel blood running down my face. That's when I dig deep and pull my arm back for a hard punch. It lands on the side of his head and I see blood fly out of his mouth as his head jerks sideways and he falls to the ground. The crowd moans out loud. "Fuck, that had to hurt!" I was about to fall over, but another guy came and raised my arm up in the air. "Winner!" he said. Well, I didn't feel much like a winner. I walked over the guy on the pavement to help him up. He was unconscious. I thought, "Fuck, I've really hurt him What now?" Another guy bent down and slapped him on the face a couple times and he woke up. I extended my hand to help him and he grabbed onto my arm. I pulled him up to stand in front of me. I said, "Fuck, man, I'm sorry. I let things go too far. I think we both fucked up here." "It's OK, dude," he answered. "At least I know you're not a pussy." Everybody walked back to pick up their lunch stuff, and we all went back to work. My new friend and I, however, looked like crap and had no place to clean up. Daddy was not going to be happy about this at all. At 4:00 o'clock, Daddy drove up and I got into his truck for the ride home. He saw my face and said, "What the fuck, Sean! What happened to you?" "It's nothing, Daddy, really. Carlos and I got into a little disagreement and I fucked him up pretty bad." "Carlos, huh! That motherfucker, I'm gonna fire his ass right now." "No, Daddy, please don't," I yelled, but he was already getting out of the car. He called for Carlos to come over, and he did as he was told. He swaggered a bit as he walked toward us. He gave me the stink-eye like he thought I tattled on him. It was so embarrassing. He stopped in front of Daddy. "Carlos, it looks like you got fucked up today. Care to tell me what happened?" Daddy began. "Yes, sir, I'd be happy to." Carlos said. "I was working up there on that ladder and I lost my balance. I tried to catch myself, but I fell the last few feet and landed head-first in that debris pile. Helluva accident, hey boss-man?" "Yeah, accident, right." Daddy said. "You need to report it?" "Oh, no, boss-man," he said. "I'm not gonna report this little thing. It's crazy to drive your insurance for something so tiny. After all, it's not like some big, tough guy beat the crap out of me, now, is it?" Daddy said, "No, I guess not. Sorry about your fall, be more careful next time." "Oh, si, boss-man, I'll be a lot more careful next time." And he grinned at me and winked as he walked away. Daddy got back in the truck and we rode home. He didn't say much. He just told me to stop being so stupid at work. Learn to get along with the older guys and don't react to their teasing. We went into the house and I started upstairs right away. I didn't wait for Daddy to carry me. He told me to get cleaned up and he'd see me at dinner. So, I went upstairs, stripped off my clothes and went to the bathroom. I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was a fucking piece of meat, but I looked hot! My body had changed a lot and I was starting to look less like a little boy. I smiled and got into the shower. I carefully washed my face, and got all the sweat and grime from the day off my body. I dried off and went to lie down on my bed. I started thinking about my 17th birthday in three months and fell asleep dreaming of what Daddy might do for my party. I woke to the sound of Daddy hollering upstairs that dinner was ready. I padded down the stairs, still nude, and joined him in the kitchen. Daddy had taken a shower too and he was nude, except for his "Kiss the Cook" apron, so, I kissed the cook and sat down. We had a nice dinner and talked about our day. I told him some more about the fight and begged him to let it go. This had to be my problem to solve. He agreed. After supper, he moved to the living room and I cleaned the kitchen. Then, I got two beers and joined him on the sofa. We watched a little TV and I fell asleep with my head in his lap. Of course, I didn't close my eyes until after I had sucked his cock down my throat and drained all of its man juice. That was dessert. [END OF PART THREE]