Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2018 10:33:04 -0400
From: Du de <funnstuffdude6@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy's Helper (Pt 1)

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This story took place in the late 90's.  I had entered university and
while I lived with family and commuted to campus I got a sense of
freedom and opportunity.  After my few experiences with men in middle
school and high school I had stayed away as I didn't want my family to
know.  At university I was able to meet a couple of guys but it was
mostly quickies that wasn't much to write about.  I was a psychology
major with a keen interest in development and worked with autistic
kids and found a lovely job as a playmate and education aide for a
great boy in his home during the day.  Alas that ended and I was back
looking.

Now a bit about myself, I was 17 and in University as I had skipped a
few grades.  I was fat to say the least but disproportionately so in
the sense that my breasts were bigger than my stomach, my hips rounder
my butt protruding and forming a well rounded bubble butt.  I believe
I had an excess of androgen as I was effeminate. Confused about my
sexuality I was closeted but had some experience with other men and
boys.

At the Career Corner I found an interesting job as a caregiver to a
young boy.  He was 5 and lived with his father and the father needed a
"nanny" to pick him up and do some light house work and stay until the
dad returned from work.  I called and left a voicemail the dad
returned my call the next day and we set up an interview.

I showed up two days later and the boys dad was surprised to see me.
By my voice he expected a female and I could tell he didn't think I'd
be any good.  He also went to say some such but I managed to inform
him that he had to be an equal opportunity employer more to spite him
for his narrow mindedness.  The interview I thought I did well in, the
boy and I built rapport and I was able to demonstrate my experience.
I found out that the mother had some mental health issues and the boy
suffered from neglect.  The father or Henry was in his 40s, he was
strong and built like a brick wall.  He was a no nonsense type of guy
who loved his family but one could tell was inundated by his
situation.   I could help but notice the big bulge between his legs,
the big hairy arms and the strong chest with hair.  After the 3 hour
interview I knew I had probably made the best connection with Neil the
boy than anyone as we played and he didn't want me to go.  I left
hopeful that I'd get the job as I'd have loved to see more of the dad
(in and out of clothes for many a masturbation dreams), and I
genuinely liked Neil he was a smart and well behaved but imaginative
boy.

Three weeks passed and while I found casual work I hadn't heard from
Henry despite many voicemails left.  I called him again and this time
he picked up and I could tell he was displeased I had called.  He
curtly informed me that he had given the job to someone else.
Disappointed I barely got to wish him well and he hung up.  Rude much.
  Two weeks later I found his ad back up at the Career Corner.  I
called again and a female picked up and we immediately got talking.
She was the boys aunt and was helping her brother find someone.  An
interview was set.  I arrived that evening and Neil was overjoyed and
he and I built a fort and played for an hour before he let me talk to
his dad and aunt.  His aunt and I connected well and his gruff dad
barely spoke or even look at me.  I was bold this time and asked many
questions some clearly upsetting Henry but his sister was friendly and
clearly impressed.  I went to help Neil pack up when I overheard Henry
tell his sister that I was out as I was clearly gay and he didn't want
his son to grow up gay.  That enraged me but I swallowed and finished
what I was doing.  When we were done I said goodbye and told the
adults that I expected to hear from them in 2-3 days and not until 3
weeks later like last time. The last dagger clearly enraged Henry and
I considered that my parting "F you" for his bigotry.

Two days later I got an email from Nancy, Henry's sister informing me
that I had the job if I was interested.  Exhilarated I showed up fresh
on my first day at noon to have an "orientation" which involved a
candid chat over tea about how Henry wasn't too comfortable around me
and I assured Nancy I'd put him to ease.  I got a tour of the house,
Henry's room was a mess clearly missing a woman's touch.  The kitchen
was disorganized and the fridge filled with food going bad and
unhealthy meals.  I had my work cut out for me.  When Neil arrived we
played and did some crafts under Nancy's watchful eyes and when Henry
arrived he was cordial and I in return.  On Saturday I had to work as
Henry needed me to get an account with him so I could do grocery and
he wanted to see my driving skills.  He didn't seem gruff but he
didn't complain.  And the days got by with Neil enjoying his time with
me, my taking on the house work and bringing order.  Henry seemed to
relax and I found he would be okay coming in later and letting me
bathe Neil.  In about 2 months I ventured to his room now that the
rest of the house was clean.  It smelled of wet towels and the sheets
needed changing badly.  I found new sheets and threw out the old ones
as they were filled with sweat and stains I can only imagine as cum
stains.  In the bathroom one afternoon while cleaning I found cum in
the corner of the tub.  The cum was thick and creamy and had stuck to
the corner I washed it away but immediately regretted not licking it.
 As the days turned to weeks Henry had become relaxed, he seemed to
enjoy my cooking and appreciated my cleaning and Neil was definitely
more relaxed and doing better in school. I was too tired to have much
of a social life between school and work.

About 3 months into the job I was vacuuming the upstairs and into
Henry's room and I bumped into his laundry basket and it fell over. I
had yet to see it cleaned.  Having had enough I took it to the laundry
room and started sorting it.  I noticed that Henry wore white briefs a
size large what caught my attention was that the pouch was stretched
out in his briefs.  Curious I looked through all of them including the
1 blue and 1 grey he had and noticed they'd all had the same stretched
out effect where his cock and balls must rest.  I was so turned on, I
caught myself sniffing his briefs and was so aroused I had to lock
myself in the bathroom to relieve myself before I picked Neil up from
school.  I saw Henry in a different light.  He didn't seem to mind my
doing his laundry.

I couldn't get the undies out of my mind and I caught myself trying to
assess Henry when I saw him and all signs pointed to a healthy male
endowment.  I was eager to see him.  A week after the first time I saw
his undies (and sneaked one out) i saw another load of laundry and the
undies were stretched in the same manner.  That evening Neil wanted me
to put him to sleep and no matter how much Henry cajoled him he didn't
budge so I caved in and read him a book and put him to sleep and by
the time I got down it was 9 already.  I noticed that Henry had been
working out in the basement and was just coming up and warming the
pasta I had made.  He invited me to stay in fact insisted, not to turn
him down I agreed and we had a pleasant meal and talked about sports,
politics and some current affairs and my school and his work.  He was
an educated man and pleasant to speak to albeit a bit gruff.  I went
home that evening with a spring in my step and more infatuated with
Henry than before.  And so we settled in, my spending more time in the
house and sometimes not counting the hours.

Things changed one evening when I was putting Neil to sleep after we
had all had dinner and he took particularly long.  I fell asleep
putting Neil to sleep and woke up at 10:14pm. I got up off the rocker
and gently made my way out, I heard sounds more like noises, grunts
and moans.  I tiptoed down stairs and saw the TV on and a porn on TV
it was a woman who was giving oral sex to a man.  I am not very
experienced but I could tell that it wasn't the best oral being
performed in my opinion but the guy seemed to enjoy it. Henry was on
the sofa with his back to me, I wasn't sure but it seemed like he was
jerking off.  I moved quietly closer and my suspicion was confirmed,
his gym shorts were around his ankle, he had pulled his t-shirt off
exposing a hairy, muscular yet beefy body, with big hairy powerful
rugby player thighs and a cock that was a king of cocks, THICK and
hard pointing up with a slight curve upwards.  It was cut and
glistening with pre-cum.  I turned around the corner and Henry saw me,
he froze and like a deer in headlights was surprised to say the least,
he looked at his cock and then me.  From deep within me I found a
voice and for the first time ever said what I wanted to, "Can I please
help you with that, Henry?" with that I got on my knees 7 feet from
him waiting for permission like a dog waits for his master.  He looked
at me, then the TV and then his cock and after what seemed like ages
he nodded and beckoned me to him.  I crawled over and he spread his
legs for me, he took off his shorts and tossed them away.

Up close his penis was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Though
I had no way of judging relative to other guys his age, it was big,
hard, and had a huge head that was leaking pre-cum. I leaned over and
licked it. It was thin, watery and just a little slimy, and salty --
and I enjoyed its taste.

 The next thing I knew I was slurping up and down his wonderful cock,
enjoying the feel of it in my mouth and the sounds of his moans. He
was thrusting a little. I instinctively knew that it wouldn't be good
to have my teeth scratch his skin, so it just seemed natural to keep
my lips securely over my teeth and to keep the lips and his cock well
lubricated with saliva.  I couldn't help but think that I belonged
here, kneeling in front of this guy, with my head in his crotch,
sucking for all I was worth on his beautiful cock.

 From the sounds he was making I knew he was about to have an orgasm.
I was frightened, but very excited, and conflicted about wanting to
watch it shoot and wanting to taste it. Suddenly, he solved my dilemma
by jerking a little too much and as his first shot spewed out he
slipped from my mouth. It shot almost a foot in the air, straight up,
and landed right down on my hand holding his cock. It amazed me: there
was so much happening. He was shooting, moaning, thrusting. I leaned
back down to regain his cock and he shot a second gob up into my
wide-open mouth. When I finally surrounded his cock, he'd spewed
another couple of shots into my mouth. Eventually, realizing that he'd
stopped shooting, I just kept my mouth on his slightly softening cock.
I also kept the mouthful of semen he'd deposited there tightly secure
between my lips. Eventually, he got soft and I carefully slid my lips
off his cock, holding his liquid gift in my mouth.

I opened my mouth a little. When the air touched the semen and I could
really smell the aroma of cum, I loved his particular brand of cum.
He saw it in my mouth.  I swallowed, and immediately wanted more.
Remembering that there was more on my hand, I brought it up to my
mouth and licked every inch of it in the moonlit front seat. After
finishing all I could find on my fingers, I leaned back over and
licked all around his crotch, his pubic hair tickling my nose,
attempting to find every last drop of that wonderful stuff. And with
each dollop that my tongue located, a little orgasmic spark flowed
through my body. After lovingly licking up all the cum I could find, I
leaned back and we looked at each other, in the dim light of just the
TV he looked at me, betraying a host of emotions: confusion, disgust,
gratitude, lust and did I see affection?

 I started to get up, and he said "wait".  Confused I stopped.  Then
he reached up slowly to my face with his right hand, though I wasn't
exactly sure why. A second later I found out: he'd seen a glob of his
cum on my cheek. Needing to taste more, as he pushed it closer to my
mouth I turned my head to meet his finger and the additional treat it
contained. As he put his fingertip into my mouth I sucked on it and
tasted my last taste of semen for the evening. I just savored it for a
brief second and swallowed.  He pulled his finger out quickly and
looked at it as though to make sure I had cleaned it all.  I got up.

 He also got up, found his shorts and put them on.  It was clear he
was still hard, we both looked down at his crotch and I said "Would
you like me to ..." and he shook his head. We were both uncomfortable, I
wanted to reach in feel his body and kiss him and he seemed sheepish
which was unusual for a man like him.  I said I had to go and he
seemed to agree.  As I was putting my jacket on he stood by the door
and he saw an envelope on the hall table and I saw it too, it was my
pay packet.  He said "wait a minute", he picked it up and took it into
the house into the kitchen and I could hear him open it and heard
rustling of some notes.  He came back and gave it to me and said, "uhm
... thank you."  He stood with his hands on his hips, magnifying the god
body he had hairy, tough with a slight pouch for his tummy, but so
sexy it made me weak at my knees.  I looked up at him and knew it was
now or never, if I didn't say the right thing this would be the first
and last time.  "Thank you Henry, I hope you know this won't change
anything and I do hope you will let me uhm help out again, I do enjoy
it very much."  He just looked not knowing what to say, but I did see
his still hard cock twitch again.  I turned and left through the door.

I got on the train and made my one-hour commute home and was lost in
thought.  I could still smell Henry's cum on me.  I was so turned on
by the fact that a man like him had let me serve him in such a manner.
I wondered if he'd fire me or something.  But I let that entire
episode and all my thoughts figure itself out.  I got home, found a
pile of dishes in the sink, which I tackled and then I went up to
shower and into bed.  It was already close to midnight, I found myself
reaching for my penis and started rubbing it thinking of Henry and how
he made me feel and how he could make me feel and how I could make him
feel.  He was a virile man who needed an outlet and if that outlet
were me ...  I came in no time and cleaned myself up.  As I was tossing
the tissues away I saw my pay packet I opened it and counted it up, I
found an extra $20 in it.  Seemed odd and then I remembered him
fumbling with it in the kitchen.  Was this hush money?  Was it payment
for services rendered?  I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and tried
to fall asleep.

For the next week nothing happened.  Henry and I hardly got to talk as
I had tests so he would come home and I would leave almost
immediately.  Things didn't seem too awkward, and on occasion he did
catch my eyes drift down to his crotch as we said goodbye and
exchanged notes about the day with Neil.

Two weeks later on a Thursday night after my finals I was with Neil
and he had a recital after school the following day I found that his
bee costume was torn. I had to stay late to fix it and it turns out
that Henry was late as well.  Being late I helped Neil get ready for
school and in the chaos caught Henry in the hallway as I was leaving
Neil's room.  I said a quick goodbye and he said "Wait ... uhm stay for
dinner." As he said that his right hand went to his crotch and he
groped it.  Then he said "it'll be nice."  I nodded and agreed.  The
three of us had dinner and conversation revolved around Neil, but
every so often I caught Henry staring at me, my face or my lips and it
sort of made it a bit uncomfortable.  But dinner ended and I helped
clear up the dishes but Henry asked if I could put Neil to bed as a
treat so I agreed.  This time it didn't take too long but I stayed
just to give Henry enough time as it was clear he wanted me upstairs.
I made my way out and was deliberate in the noises I made coming down.
When I came down I found Henry on the sofa, with the same porn on, he
had been sipping a drink.  I cleared my throat and he looked at me and
got up.

I look at him and he looks back, he's straight-faced.  Dark.  A hit of
playfulness is lurking just behind but its not visible yet.  No actual
hint of a smile.  He stares at me directly, saying nothing.  I look
up, my eyes are now wide with anticipation.  I want to ask him what he
wants but I know that will ruin the moment.  But I know what he wants,
he wants to fuck with his thick, warm cock ... He unzips his trousers
and walks towards me. I get on my knees and he says "No" and motions
to the Sofa.  I get on it and he instructs me to stretch out, I
realize I need to get comfortable because I might be there a while --
for as long as he wants me to be. Just before he gets to the sofa he
pauses and gives me that look again. The look that says `give me what
I want.' And I sense that today it's not a blow job but he wants to
fuck my face.

I am naïve with sex but I know that there's a big difference between
blow jobs and face fucking. A blow job can be calm or active -- hard
and wet and sloppy, with quick strokes, spit and choking. Or it can be
gentle -- soft and teasing. My tongue on his cock, stroking delicate
tremors along it until he's practically whimpering with a need to have
it harder.  It's what I have already given him.

A face fuck, on the other hand, isn't done gently. The whole point is
excess: him filling my mouth just as much as he can, and then a tiny
bit more for good measure. Me sucking down on him greedily,
uncontrollably.  It's how alpha straight men like to treat whores and
fag sissies.

His willfulness turns me on. His deliberate, hard strokes as he pushes
my head against the back of the sofa. I'm not sucking his dick, I'm
being fucked. Barely holding myself together as I splutter and gag and
angle myself just right to take him all the way down to the base. To
feel the head of his swollen cock thumping against the back of my
throat.

Face fucking. Not a blow job. Not doing something, but having it
deliberately and precisely done to me.

The back of my head squashes hard against the sofa cushions as he
positions himself to get further in. One knee up for purchase, the
other foot on the floor for balance, he pushes in deeper and harder.
Thirty seconds of swift, rapid fucking then a pause. He pulls his cock
out and streams of saliva trace a path from the head to my gaping,
choking mouth.

"OK?" he asks. And I can't speak so I nod -- a quick one before he
plunges back in. Faster now. Harder. I learned which angle gave him
the best sensations,  I could feel the ridges of the head of his dick
catching the roof of my mouth. I tried to take it smoothly -- to hold
my tongue tight and slick against the underside of him as he fucks in
and out. It was not easy. I realized that this way of pleasing him was
probably my favourite so far.  I thought to myself ... I am exactly
what I should be with a man like this, a rag doll, a hole its as
though I am not there, its like he's jerking off, and I am a tool with
which he can reach his climax.  He thrusts and pulls and pushes my
head against the sofa, I see him towering above me with a look of pure
ecstacy on his face.  I choke under him all gagging with each fat thud
of his dick, but he's relentless.  I was choking and gagging on his
cock, but it was that sensation that kept him thrusting deep into my
throat again and again.  My tight and rippling feel of my gagging
throat was simply too incredible for him.  The tingling in his balls
drove him nuts.  His grunts increased and he let out a loud grunt ...
drink all my cum he bellowed as he drilled down my throat one final
time and his cock exploded in a flood of thick, hot cum.  Blast after
blast of his hot baby batter went down my throat.  I could barely stay
coherent as I couldn't breathe and to top it all sperm and saliva were
filling my mouth and I could feel them start to run down my face.  I
thought I was about to pass out when he backed his cock out and freed
my airway.  I gulped the much needed air and the rest of his throat
that was spewing from the head of his cock.  When he was done cumming,
he pulled his cock from my mouth and instructed me to lick him clean.
Then using his finger he wiped my face and put his fingers into my
mouth to lick them clean.

He walked to the kitchen and as he walked his enormous cock swung
between his legs, and a few drops of his cum and my spit fell in drops
trailing his path.  I turned to see him at the kitchen sink drink a
glass of water and saw in the dim kitchen lights his body glistening
with sweat.  He took a kitchen cloth, wet it and cleaned himself and
then threw it on the floor.  I got up and cleaned myself in the
kitchen and using paper towels cleaned the floor where his cum had
dropped.  He was on the sofa sipping his bourbon.  Not knowing what
was next I said goodbye and walked to the hall to put on my jacket.  I
see him flick to a news channel, as I put my boots on I hear him get
up, he walks to the door.  He's not bothered to put anything on he's
still semi hard.  He looked sexy in his white work shirt and the
contrast of his hairy thighs and his huge cock semi hard pointing at
me.  I looked at it then at him, his look had none of the disgust that
he had for me initially, I could sense gratitude but discomfort as
well.  I turned and headed out and heard him close and lock the door
behind me.

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