Stacy's Dad

By Bob The Cummer


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Author's Note

When I was a young teen, the song Stacy's Mom came out. I watched it on repeat, but not for the woman. I watched it for the sexy barely pubecent boy, shown shirtless and jerking off in a music video right on MTV. I was in closeted gay heaven. I watched the video on repeat, making fantasies in my head. 20 years later, I decided to write down one of those fantasies. I hope you enjoy.

Your Dad Could Use a Guy Like Me

We went for an awkward swim. Stacy didn't mention what she had just witnessed, but my mind kept replaying her father exiting the pool. The image of his massive sausage burned forever into my mind. After swimming for a while, we got out, dried off and decided to watch a movie.

Stacy's dad served us lunch which we devoured. Then we put on some stupid rom-com movie that Stacy wanted to watch. Before the movie started, Mr. Smith came into the room and said, "Shane, I need to have a word with you in my office."

"Go easy on him daddy," Stacy laughed as I slowly and dreadfully got up and followed Mr. Smith to his office.

My mind was racing. Was he mad at me for letting his daughter see me jacking my cock. Was he going to forbid me from coming over to his house.

He opened the door, and I followed him in. He quickly shut the door behind me and pinned me against the wall. I could feel the heat coming off his body. The strong manly aroma filled my nose. My cock twitched and inflated a bit.

"Is this what you want?" he growled in my ear. "It's ok Shane, I want you too," he whispered as his face moved less than an inch from mine. His huge muscles dwarfed by developing body. His hands gently squeezed my shoulders as he stared into my eyes awaiting my response.

"I...I.... I..." I stammered. My body was almost trembling from excitement and nervousness.

Mr. Smith took my stammering as an affirmative and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes went wide and then slowly closed. My body melted, only remaining upright because Mr. Smith had me pinned to the wall. I opened my mouth slightly and his tongue quickly darted into my mouth. He tasted of masculinity. Not a bad taste, but a manly one.

As our tongues danced between our mouths, his hands left my shoulders and began running up and down my side, feeling me tight ribs and my thin hips. My body relaxed and I found my hands rubbing his strong back. His exploration continued, squeezing my ass, using his thumbs to graze my pert nipples. My cock was fully hard, 4-inches of throbbing adolescence. I could feel him through his pants. He was hard as well. He wanted this just as much as I did.

His hands found the hem of my shirt. He pulled at the sides. I quickly broke our lips apart as he pulled the shirt from my body revealing my flawless preteen body, hairless and tight. He took a half step back and admired my body before dropping to his knees. His hands ran from my ankles up my legs, sneaking past the bottom of my shorts, slipping carefully over my boxer briefs, and just barely missing the spike that was tenting my shorts. His hands followed this pattern a few more times, seemingly getting closer to grasping my raging rod each time, but just coming up short.

He pulled his shirt off. His manly body shiny with perspiration as his hands found the top of my shorts. He hooked his fingers into my shorts and boxer briefs as he slowly pulled them down by pubis. He slid his hands around, hooking my pants just below my tight ass and pulling my shorts and briefs just above my taunt pole.

He spun me around and spread my legs, using a hand to bend me over, forcing my hands to the wall. I felt so exposed, but so horny. I felt the cool air on my virgin hole as he spread my pure white cheeks. I heard him take a whiff of my ass and moan and then I felt a sensation new to me. His wet tongue began lapping at my tight pucker. My cock jerked and throbbed against the tight material of its confines as the strong oral muscle pleasured my rear door. I relaxed my sphincter and felt his tongue circle, slowly diving deep and deeper into my rear as his hands spread my cheeks giving him full access. I was on full display for him and he was at an all you can eat ass buffet.

His hands moved from my ass and slipped my boxers down over my achingly hard shaft freeing it. He grasped it with a couple of fingers and stroked it a couple of times eliciting a loud moan from me. I tried to quiet it, but Mr. Smith spoke up and said, "Don't worry, Stacy knows better than to bother me in my office."

He continued to lick my ass as he carefully jerked my cock, keeping right on the edge, not letting me cum. He spun me around, my cock right in his face. He licked from base to glans, and then back down before engulfing the entire thing in one gulp. I was in heaven and Mr. Smith was God. He pleasured me, keeping me right on the edge. His tongue was a master masseuse, hitting all the right spots on my boyhood. His hands massaged my ass checks as he worked a finger towards my spit slick anus. He yanked my boxers down and I kicked them to the side. His finger found its mark and began probing, putting slight pressure. He pulled off my cock and said, "push out a little." I followed his instructions and his finger slipped in, releasing a gasp from my lips. His mouth continued to pleasure me while his finger began deliberately fucking me. He worked in a second and then a third finger, spreading me, preparing me for what I knew was coming. My cock couldn't take it much longer.

I started stammering, "I'm going to..." as a watery blast of barely pubescent boy juice shot out of my cock with incredible force coating Mr. Smith's eager mouth. His fingers continued thrusting into as my cock half deflated, Mr. Smith sucking every last drop of my youthful nectar down his throat. He finally pulled his lips of my cock letting fall out of his lips, shiny with his spittle.

Mr. Smith stood up, unbuckled his pants and in one swift motion pushed his briefs and pants to the ground, kicking them to the side. He stood nude in front of me, his now 10-inch hard man rod stood straight out in front of him. My eyes were locked in. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave a little pressure. My knees quickly and willingly buckled as I dropped and took the head of his cock in my mouth. The taste was incredible. The scent drove me insane, reinflating my drained cock. I couldn't get much more than the head in my mouth, but I decided to taste the whole thing, using my tongue to run up and down the entire ram rod getting his member soaked in my spit. I knew he needed to be wet to fuck my virgin hole. He had loosened me up, but I didn't want to chance it. After a few minutes his cock shined with spit and sweat.

He reached his strong manly hands down, hooking me under the arm pits, picking me up and laying me on my back across his desk. He pushed my legs to my chest revealing my slippery boy pussy. He stood over me, his cock looked intimidating, but I wanted this. I wanted him to take me and pound my tight hole. I wanted him to dominate me and cum deep inside. I wanted him to fill me with his man seed.

He aimed his large phallus to its mark. He looked me right in the eye and began pressing. I remembered his earlier advice and pushed out. His cock broke through, a blinding white pain shot through my body as a few inches slipped in. I groaned loudly, my cock still pointing straight up to my flat belly. I felt full. He paused letting me adjust to the large invader before slowly advancing. Inch by inch, stopping every once a while to let me get used to the new depth. Finally, I felt his pubes brush up against my tight sac. He leaned down and kissed me with his cock buried balls deep. Then he stood back up and pulled about half way out and slammed back in. My eyes rolled back. The mix of pleasure and pain overwhelmed my senses as he began to fuck me in earnest, slamming his tool into me, using me to get his rocks off. The world seemed to disappear, only me, Mr. Smith existed. I felt his pace pick up and then his cock buried super deep throbbed, and I felt warm inside. Over and over again, I felt his cock engorge and then start to deflate. He pulled it out with a wet plop. I picked up a rag and gently cleaned me up.

We both dressed silently, exiting the office without a word. I returned to the couch and watched the movie with Stacy. There was no way she hadn't heard, but she never mentioned it. We broke up a few weeks later, but I will always remember Stacy's Dad.

The End

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