Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 22:24:07 +0000 From: Jo HOrny Subject: HornyYoungJoe Part 2 I love to hear feedback, especially from horny daddies. My email address is daddyseeker14@gmail.com Part 1 - MEETING MR DODDS II The Museum of Flying has a quirky facade with the nose of an airplane actually poking out of the front. It's not a big building, more like made up from low aviation sheds, and there is a largish parking lot off to the side. I got to the place about 15 minutes early, and stood nearly underneath the nose of the plane. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, suddenly nervous that he might not like the way I looked. I was a lithe little thing, I swam a lot, and played soccer, and hardly had any fat on me. But I thought I was too small. I was only about 4 foot 2, and hated that most of the other kids I knew were taller than me. The short shorts showed off my legs, which was good. I was beginning to get that feeling in my crotch again, the one I felt when I looked at pictures of men on the web. I was adjusting myself as a car drove slowly passed me, turned, and went into the parking lot. I watched as a tall man got out of the car. He was staring at me with an undisguised smile on his face. There was a bit of amazement mixed in there as well, and that boosted my mood a little. I smiled back at him. I recognized him from his profile pic, and he clearly recognized me. "Joe?" he said, holding out his hand as he strode towards me. He was wearing blue jeans and a white shirt, and his smile turned his face from rugged into very handsome. I actually felt a bit weak at the knees as he took y hind in his giant paw and shook my hand forcefully. "Mr Dodds?" I said, and he nodded. "It's very nice to meet you sweetie. Are you OK if we take a little drive?" "Sure," I said, and followed him back to his car. He actually opened the passenger door for me, which I thought was very classy, and after i was sat down, he knelt,pulled over the seat-belt and locked it in place. When I was safely in he placed one of his giant hands on my thigh and squeezed it. "I am really glad we got the chance to meet up, Son." I felt a shiver that he called me `son', but he was squeezing my leg really hard. His hand fit around the top of my thigh completely, and he was hurting me. And then he took his hand away and walked around to the drivers seat. He placed one arm over the back of my seat as we started to drive. He kept stealing glances at me , and I smiled back, please to be in the company of this handsome man. The journey only took about 20 minutes, and to this day I could not tell you where Mr Dodds lived. I only remember that we headed out towards the ocean, and crossed the Wetlands. We didn't say much to each other. He once said that he liked my underwear which threw me until I realized that my shorts had ridden up against the seat. My orange briefs were visible, and he deftly reached over and pulled the shorts back down. "Th..thanks.." I stammered, and he just smiled. Near the end of the journey I asked him he met a lot of boys like me. "No Sweetie. You are special," he said, and that made me feel good. We soon pulled up to a largish house, and drove down a short ramp into a hidden garage. As the car stopped, a gate rolled down behind us, and it became dark. We sat there in the silence, and the pause went on for a little too long. A panic began in the pit of my stomach as I realized I was trapped in the basement of a house with a man that I didn't know. My breathing increased and began to get clammy. And then I heard the click of his seat-belt, and his hand found my other leg this time. It squeezed just as hard as the first, and then slowly slid upwards. I felt a breath on my ear, and then a whisper. "You're my faggot boy now!" Then, so quickly, his hand turned my head, and I felt his lips cover mine. We were kissing. I was kissing a man. I felt my little dick get rock hard, and then his roving hand was covering that, kneading and squeezing it through the material of my shorts and briefs. His tongue as in my mouth, filling it, forcing its way to the back. I tried to fight back with my own tongue, but it was too much, so I just let him do these thing to me. It felt wonderful! When his tongue left my mouth, I felt empty. My eyes were still closed, and as he pulled away my arms reached out for him like I was a little baby. I heard him get out of the car and moments later the door on my side opened. He clicked open my seat-belt, and lifted me out of the car. I was still dark, and suddenly I was his baby; he cradled me in his arms, carrying me into his home. I surrendered all control then, and nestled my head against his chest, letting him carry be forward.