Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 18:44:15 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarod Finds His Daddy - Chapter 13

You've made it to the final chapter so you'll learn if and how Jarod
survives the "group therapy session" (i.e. gangbang) Richard hosted, and
what that means for their relationship.

And don't miss the Epilogue and Author's Notes section at the end of the
chapter.  Good read if you're interested.

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chapters.  What worked?  What didn't?  And if I write again, any topics or
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Chapter 13

And then I felt the unimaginable....I could feel Steve's balls grazing my
ass.  I knew he was all the way in.  A sexual animal was inside me.  All
the way inside of me.  There are no words to describe the feeling.  It was
like I was impaled on a telephone pole of sexual energy that was radiating
electricity through my rectum that spread up into my entire body.  And I
never wanted it to go away.  In fact, I wanted him to pound me.  I needed
to feel even more of him. I knew I wouldn't be able to endure much, but I
still wanted more. I wanted that fucking he-man who was violating me to
take me to my limit.  I wanted him to feel what I was feeling.  I wanted
his seed so far up my hole that I'd taste it when he shot.

But before I knew it, Richard had joined Steve down between my legs and
told him, "Thank you Steve, you've worked your magic.  Now I'll take over."

Steve, who had been ready to explode, reluctantly acknowledged Richard's
leadership role in tonight's events, and slowly pulled out of me.  My hole
felt emptier than it ever had before.  Still flying on the poppers, I
wanted anyone, anything back in my hole. I whimpered and bucked my hips
begging for more.

But then Richard's and my eyes met, and my head cleared a bit.  The man who
had made all this possible was taking control.  I was still ravenously
horny, but things always turned out well when Richard took charge.  I knew
this would be no different.

My daddy gave me a look that said, `Hang on stud, now you're going to see
what real pleasure is.'



----//----

Richard was amazed at the events of the weeks since he had met Jarod, both
how he had fallen for this young buck, and how much progress Jarod was
making in dealing with his emotions toward his abusive father.  Richard had
offered to use therapy to help Jarod resolve these issues, but the
relationship had moved with more speed and intensity than Richard could've
predicted.

When Richard met Jarod he took his breath away.  Richard flirtatiously (and
inappropriately) encouraged Jarod to schedule an appointment to begin
therapy.  Jarod, equally as intrigued with Richard, complied.  During the
first therapy session when Jarod broke down sobbing, Richard took the
opportunity to physically embrace the taut young athlete.  By the end of
that session, Jarod was nude on Richard's therapy couch with Richard giving
"therapy" to the young athlete's cock.  Richard worried he seriously
crossed a line, but Jarod came back for more.

Things moved even faster during Session 2 where they ended up in Richard's
bedroom with Richard administering a "fatherly fuck" so intense Jarod's
cock blew without even touching himself.  Much to Richard's amazement (and
relief) Jarod continued to respond well to these "sessions".

Session 3 took an unexpected twist (for Jarod anyway) when Richard exposed
his boy to his Darkroom to test his limits.  Jarod was learning surprising
new things about himself, the first being his affinity for submission.  He
found that servicing a mature man like Richard was as sexually satisfying
(even more?) than the act itself.  It came as natural to him as breathing.
It made him feel complete.  But even more surprisingly, even shockingly,
Jarod not only tolerated Richard's bondage sessions, he reveled in them.
Before this time, Jarod had been curious about bondage but had never
explicitly fantasized about it because he was afraid he wasn't man enough
to endure it.  That changed in Session 3.  But the real shocker for Richard
was Jarod's response to the "revenge fuck".  Richard ordered Jarod to
restrain him to a bondage bed and vengefully fuck Richard as a proxy for
Jarod's father.  Jarod didn't hold back and fucked his father/Richard with
animalistic debauchery.  Richard was stunned with Jarod's progress and his
response to Richard, both professionally and personally.

Session 4, where Richard found himself now, was a game changer.  Jarod had
far exceeded Richard's expectations for healing, and Richard had now
completely fallen for Jarod.  He considered them a unit and saw a future
for the two of them.  Mentor/student, teacher/learner, leader/follower,
dom/sub, daddy/boy.  But Richard needed Jarod to pass one important test to
show his commitment.  Was he willing to sexually submit to Richard's
fuck-buddies, all while wearing his high school wrestling singlet which had
become a symbol of his troubled relationship with his father.

Once again, Jarod not only rose to the occasion, but he also relished it.
On his knees, he sucked all three of Richard's buddies' cocks loving every
cock-sucking minute of it.  He bent over the couch and took it up the ass
from Beast while making out with Marco, who was likewise impaled on Steve's
massive cock.  He outwitted all three of them and won the edging contest
while hanging nude on a St. Andrew's Cross.  Now he was on his back in a
sling with Steve impaling him with his 10++ inches, Richard coaching him
every step of the way.  Although Richard's intent for tonight was to test
Jarod's resolve, Jarod thrived on the submission to these three sexy DILFs.
He was fulfilling fantasies he never even knew he had.  Just being on his
knees servicing three cocks was insanely hot.  Being hung nude on a
St. Andrew's Cross was a level of eroticism he didn't know existed.  And
being the guy in the sling getting fucked by three rotating man-cocks was
the pinnacle of his sexual life.  And all in one evening.

Throughout the gangbang, off in the shadows, Richard was quietly observing
the orgy wearing nothing but a sheer jockstrap and stroking his cock.  He
was now more than ready to participate himself.  Steve was getting close to
blowing his load in Jarod when Richard stepped in.  That was Richard's job.

Richard and his buddies had largely choreographed the gang bang...the cock
sucking, couch fuck, St. Andrew's Cross and now the sling.  But the finale
was never planned.  After seeing how the night unfolded, Richard knew he
owed Jarod a slow, deliberate, rewarding fuck.  And he wanted his buddies
to play a role as well.

Richard stared down at this specimen of a young man.  He was covered in
sweat which made his smooth musculature even more pronounced.  He writhed
like an animal in heat and the expression on his face begged for sexual
release.  His cock was so hard it looked like it could erupt any minute.
In fact, based on the stream of precum leaking from the tip, it probably
would.

Richard knew that Jarod didn't need more stimulation, he needed soothing
before the big ending for all of them.  He looked down at Jarod's hole and
saw its red, swollen appearance and decided it needed immediate attention.
He squatted down and approached the wounded rosebud and started the healing
process with a long, slow, affectionate lick...

----//----

I had taken Steve's cock further than any of us thought possible.  Of
course, the poppers helped, but I was ravenous for his cock.  I wanted him
to destroy my hole.  I was insane.

Then Richard stepped in and took over.  When Steve pulled out I felt empty
and destroyed, but Richard, who had steadfastly guided me through my new
sexual landscape, was taking over so I knew he'd successfully pick up where
Steve left off.

And he did, but differently.

He stood quietly for some time and gazed down at me.  I must've been a
mess.  A sweating, writhing mess.  I needed to cum so badly I thought I'd
explode.  But he appeared to be preoccupied with my sad, sore hole which
had seen more action tonight than my lifetime of previous sexual
experiences combined.  Without saying a word, he squatted down between my
legs and, oh-so-gently began to lick my sore ass.  He went to work and his
tongue was immediately soothing.  I wanted to acknowledge my appreciation
so I intentionally moaned and grinded my hips for more.  That had its
desired impact as he grabbed my hips to stabilize them so he could focus
just on my hole and start to fuck me with his tongue.  No matter how sore
my hole felt a few minutes ago, his tongue had cured that and more.  My
hole was already as hungry for cock now as it was when Steve pulled out.
But there was a bonus.  I knew it would be Richard who would claim it.
"More," I begged, "more.  Please Daddy, please fuck me.  Please, I need you
so bad".  I could see the other three staring down at me from each corner
of the sling, slowly jerking themselves off.  I didn't care if I looked and
sounded like a whore.  When you're that horny, when you want cock that
back, when it's finally your Daddy who's going to blow his load in and all
over you, everything else slithers to the background.  In fact, I got off
having them witness me at my sluttiest.

"Richard, you gotta take him," Beast pronounced. "He can't go much longer".

"Beast is right, Daddy.  FUCKING FUCK ME NOW!!!" I was losing control.

Richard didn't need to be asked twice.  As he stood up, he gave a nod to
the others, which I took as a pre-arranged signal for them to participate.
I felt the tip of Richard's hard cock touch my hole and I jumped like I had
been electrocuted.  My hole was starving and Richard's cock was the food it
demanded.  At the same time, Beast laid his generously thick cock across my
mouth, almost covering my entire face, presumably for me to take in my
mouth.  I sensed Steve and Marco kneeling at my sides, one slightly biting
one of my nips, and the other kissing up and down my torso getting
dangerously close to my cock.

"Please Daddy, please fuck me," I begged as his cock was still hovering at
my hole.

"Ok boy, here we go", he said, and began a slow, steady penetration up my
hole. I hadn't seen it, but he must've applied a generous amount of lube
because it slid up there like it had found its long-lost home.

"Ooooohhhhh", I groaned.  "that's it Daddy, that's it.  Please pound me.  I
need your cum".  Again, I didn't give a fuck how depraved I must've
sounded.  I was going on 1000% testosterone and the only thing that
mattered was for him to nut in me and for me to shoot, ideally at the same
time.  I was officially crazed.

Without direction from Richard, Steve grabbed a handle on the side of the
sling which lowered my head to the point where I was now parallel with the
floor, rather than being tilted with my head higher than my hips.

"Oh, better angle," moaned Richard.  "I can feel the tip of my cock hitting
his prostate."  As if he were a college professor lecturing his students,
he added, "Gentlemen, observe his cock ooze precum every time I do it," and
they all stopped for a moment and watched Richard slowly and methodically
thrust in and out of me.  They could see exactly what he was talking
about....every time the tip of his cock hit my prostate, a few more drops
of pre-cum appeared at the tip of my dick.  Not only could we all see it,
but I felt exactly what he was talking about.  Oh. My. Fucking. God. I was
going to explode at any minute.  If my hands hadn't still been restrained
in the sling, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from grabbing my
dick and jacking.  I'd never been this close without actually cumming.  And
the fact that this sex act was being scrutinized by these naked, sweating
DILF's was inexplicably erotic.

"Back to work, gentlemen," Richard commanded them.  The order, along with
my groaning provoked them to even more aggressively assault me.  Beast's
cock was now thrusting in and out of my mouth, Steve was biting hard at my
nipples, and Marco was teasing my cock with his tongue.  Richard, who by
now had fully penetrated me, continued to slowly long dick me.  My guess
was he wanted to keep that up for a long time, but he, too, was quickly
losing control.  He wanted to go longer, but his balls were too full and
too close to shooting.  Finally, while thrusting into me he yelled, "Guys,
it's time. I gotta cum".

That must've been the signal, because the three of them hopped up on their
feet and hovered directly over and around me so my only line-of-sight was
three massive cocks being furiously jerked directly over me.

"ARGGGHHHH..."  Richard screamed when he blasted up my ass.  The sensation
of his warm jizz exploding up inside me was heightened by seeing all three
cocks erupt at exactly the same time.  The three of them exploded
simultaneously, hitting my face, chest, torso, even down my legs.  It was
raining cum and I fucking loved it.

But they weren't alone.  For only the second time in my life, (the first
being only two weeks ago), I came without anything or anyone touching my
dick.  My cock exploded with the force of a volcano and shot all the way
over me and, I later learned, hit Steve square in the face.  "Yeah boy,"
shouted Richard while he was cumming too.  "Blow your fucking load over all
of us".

Knowing how much Richard and I love to share our cum, he quickly pulled out
and jerked our two cocks with his hand so we were shooting together all
over my torso.  I was getting blasted with the cum from four different
guys, plus myself.  It was pure animal hedonism.  All I wanted was cum and
cock, and more cum and more cock.

Looking straight up at the three massive fire hoses pumping down on me, I
could see they were starting to subside.  Richard had re-inserted his still
hard cock into my hole and continued to pump, albeit less vigorously.  And
my cock, now softening was still dribbling copious amounts of cum onto my
stomach.  It was all but over.

I was covered, hair, face, neck, chest, stomach, in the cum of a gangbang.
There was so much of it you couldn't distinguish whose was whose and
everyone wanted a taste of the action.  Richard pulled out of me, squatted
at my side and started lapping his creamy reward off my softened cock.  The
other three quickly followed suit and, using their fingers and tongues,
licked off every drop that was on me.  Richard scooped up the largest pool
of it off my stomach, fed it to me with his fingers, and nudged Marco out
of the way so he could follow it up with a loving, cum-swapping kiss.

After I had been sufficiently cleaned up, Richard stood and announced,
"Help me get the lad over to the bed, then you guys can hit the shower,
I'll take it from here."  As if removing a fragile statue from its podium,
the four of them lifted me and carried me to the giant bed in the middle of
the room.  Richard immediately laid down next to me and pulled me into his
embrace. With my head on his chest and my body wrapped around his, he
lovingly whispered, "I'm so f'ing proud of you, my man.  Yes, my man.
You'll always be my boy, but tonight you proved what a man you really are.
I couldn't be prouder."  And he followed that with an even more intense
squeeze.

I didn't have the right words, so I simply looked up into his eyes and
replied, "Thank you, Daddy.  Thank you."

I laid contentedly in his arms and before long we heard the showers go off
and then heard some unidentifiable activity coming from the shower room.
Shortly thereafter, my three gang-bangers re-appeared, fully dressed to say
their goodbyes.  Richard and I stayed on the bed in our embrace, and each
of the three of them squatted down to give me a special goodbye kiss, thank
you, and a playful tousling of my hair.

Once Richard was certain they had departed, he pulled me up and said, "Now
time for our cleanup".  We turned to where the shower room was and, unlike
the last time when it was lit with bright white lights, this time there was
a soft orange glow coming from the inside.  I turned to Richard quizzically
and he simply said, "One last surprise", with a gentle grin on his face.

We walked to the glass-enclosed room where he opened the door to reveal
several lit candles surrounding a Japanese soaking tub.  It was the height
of romance.  He looked at me, grinned and said, "The boys did a good job,
didn't they?", and with his arm around my waist pulled me toward the tub.
He stepped in first with an audible "Aaaaahhhh".  Once submerged up to his
neck, he spread his legs and motioned for me to join him, indicating me to
sit between his legs with my back pressed against his torso.  I happily
did, again uttered the same "Ahhhh" as I descended into the just-right hot
water, and completely relaxed into him.  He simultaneously wrapped his arms
around my shoulders and torso, and his legs around mine so we were almost
one person.  We stayed like that for a long, long time before he took a
soapy sponge in his hand and began to bathe us both.  The hot water had
removed the lion's share of the cum, sweat, and grime, but the sponging
assured both of us we were as clean as possible.  Toward the end, he had me
close my eyes and carefully washed and rinsed my hair.  I was clean
head-to-toe.

After the sponge bath, I fully leaned back into him, relaxed, and prayed
we'd never have to leave this tub.

Sensing my sense of total satisfaction, he took the opportunity to share
with me, "Jarod, I've said this before, but now it's official.  I have
positively fallen for you.  I want you, and everything about you.  I want
your mind, your sense of humor, your curiosity, and, yes, I want your body.
These last few weeks have been the most meaningful of my life.  I've seen
you courageously shake off the demons of your past.  I know this journey
hasn't been easy.  Your submission to me, your willingness to travel
outside your comfort zone, and the bravery you showed tonight by wearing
your wrestling singlet.  I know how much pain that caused you and now
you've put it in your past.  You've demonstrated everything I could've
hoped for and more.  What I'm telling you is that I want each of us to play
a pivotal role in the other's future.  I hope you feel the same...I think
you do, and no need to answer yes or no.  I just want you to know how I
feel."

I didn't need a second to respond, "YES! I feel exactly the same Richard.
These past weeks have been momentous.  You helped me get over my issues
with my father that have haunted me for years.  And you've given me sexual
experiences I never knew existed.  But most importantly, is you.  If you'll
take me, I have you."

He squeezed me from behind so hard I though my ribs would crack.  "You're
stuck with me young man."  He laughed.  "And please note, I didn't say
`boy'.  You've graduated to `young man' forever with me."

He then turned my head as far as it could stretch in his direction, gave me
a warm kiss from that side, and said, "Sadly, the water is cooling off.
But my bed...excuse me...our bed, is nice and warm.  Let's get dried off
and get some much-deserved rest."

Reluctantly, we pulled ourselves out of the tub, pulled on the warm robes
the guys had left for us, blew out the candles and headed for bed.  Damn, I
loved it when he said..."our bed".

When we got to the bedroom, we dropped the robes and climbed into bed into
and immediately spooned.  Both on our right sides, Richard's right arm in
the crook of my neck and wrapped around my torso, his left hand encircling
my left shoulder and torso, and his flaccid-but-still-sexy junk pressed
into my crack.

"Goodnight, Champ," he whispered in my ear.  "Goodnight, Boss," I replied
and backed even further into him so there was absolutely no space between
us.

The End




Epilogue

I woke up a few hours later in exactly the same position we had fallen
asleep, but with two important differences.  Richard's cock was no longer
flaccid.  In fact, it was nearly fully hard and resting nicely in my crack.
Similarly, I had my typical morning woodie.  Waking up like this hit me
like a thunderbolt.  Last night wasn't a dream.  This was real.  Richard's
last words to me last night as we fell asleep were "Goodnight, Champ".  He
had been instrumental in my transformation from traumatized young adult to
a champion.  I'd never be able to repay him.

But I could start.  I subtly adjusted myself in bed so that the tip of his
hardening cock perfectly aligned with my hole.  I wanted him to wake up to
the knowledge that I was his to use however he see fit.  My slight stirring
seemed to be all it took for Richard to awake and get my message.  I felt
him slowly push his cock into my hole and easily enter it (presumably due
to the leftover lube and cum from last night).  I groaned quietly which
prompted him to take my left hand with his and intertwine our fingers.  As
he pushed himself into me he took our now two-hands-as-one, circled my cock
with it and started stroking it.  Still not having said a word, he began to
methodically thrust into me while using our intertwined hands to jerk me
off.  Given the intensity of last night, and the intimacy of this morning,
it didn't take long for both of us to near climax.  In the moments before I
came, I went into a state of bliss that was nearly otherworldly.  The
fullness in my rectum, the rubbing of his cock against my prostate and our
joined hands coaxing every drop of cum from my balls were beyond
description. Richard, who routinely demonstrates mastery at almost
everything, timed it perfectly so that we both came at exactly the same
moment.  I had the luxury of feeling his warm seed invade my intestines
while, at the same time, shooting my own load into our joined hands.

Still, no words were spoken.  The act itself spoke volumes.  His cock
remained in my hole, staying nice and warm and, like so many times before,
he lifted our hands to our mouths so we could savor the taste of each
other's affection.

I nestled back into him, hopefully signifying my happiness.

Finally, he spoke.  "I love you, Champ" "I love you too, Daddy".




Author's Note

Thank you for making it through this with me...all 13 chapters.  It was a
labor of love.

First, a big shout out to TherapyPGuy@proton.me who was the real world
inspiration for this story.  He reached out to me a few months ago after
reading an earlier story of mine on Nifty, Pook and Pete, that had a
similar daddy/boy theme.  He shared he was having similar issues in his own
life that Pook and Pete had touched upon.  We started a dialogue, including
countless emails and Zoom calls, that resulted in this story.  While the
issues Jarod faced in this story are nearly identical to those TherapyPGuy
continues to experience, the kinkier sex came from my twisted mind.
Lastly, he and I both love poppers which explains Jarod's love for them as
well.

I have permission from TherapyPGuy to share the following: He has very real
daddy issues emanating from his real life father.  He's into speedos,
compression gear (which led to the singlet theme), and admits he has a
serious need for attention, which was the inspiration for the gang bang.
He's currently seeing a therapist to help him overcome these issues and
hopes their relationship evolves into one like Jarod and Richard.  So far,
there has been some playful innuendo, but nothing more.  TherapyPGuy has
even told his therapist about this story and allowed him to read excerpts.
He'd welcome any advice you have to offer.  Feel free to reach out directly
to him if you do.

If you enjoyed Jarod Finds His Daddy, I have two other stories on Nifty:
CrossFit Competitors and Pook and Pete.  And again, any feedback is
welcome.  Psorenson9@hotmail.com