Date: Sun, 29 Oct 2023 19:37:57 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarod Finds his Daddy - Chapter 4

Things are about to heat up for Jarod.

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Chapter 4

The feeling of that moment is difficult to describe.  Richard's warmth,
reassurance and unconditional trust made me feel wanted in a way I never
had.  I swung my legs over the side of the couch to sit up when he
simultaneously stood up and pulled me into a tight embrace.  Our lips met
with intensity.  My mind was spinning with the potential impropriety of
this, but I didn't care.  I felt wanted and loved for the first time in
years.

And probably not surprisingly, Boner Boy--me--had sprung a huge one that
was now forcefully pressing against him.  Had he become hard as well or was
that simply wishful thinking on my part?  We instinctively found ourselves
embracing each other with equal intensity, kissing each other's necks, with
our cocks getting closer and closer together.  The passion, joy and relief
was electric.

----//----

Despite his smooth and `in control' exterior, Richard was having an
out-of-body experience.  He thought to himself, "WTF am I doing???"  He had
never done anything with a client that was remotely inappropriate, yet
there was something about Jarod that drew Richard to him...personally,
professionally, and sexually.

Richard was genuine about his concern for Jarod throughout the encounter;
he honestly wanted Jarod to trust him because he believed he could help
him.  All of that was real.  Yet he kept finding himself making cheesy
comments like "we'll have plenty time to explore if we go long."  Duh....

And when Jarod found himself uncontrollably sobbing, first in his chair and
then on the couch, Richard couldn't help but try to comfort him,
physically.  He felt compelled to physically console him.  He somehow knew
Jarod required the embrace of a mature man.

But the end of the session...there was no excuse in Richard's mind for
pulling Jarod to his feet and kissing him the way he did.  What did he
thinking?  But when Jarod displayed an erection early as he laid down on
the couch it was a distraction Richard couldn't get out of his mind.  Could
it be that all he wanted was Jarod's cock?  He prayed that wasn't it, but
he couldn't shake Jarod's youthful sexual magnetism, nor the sight of the
bulge in his pants.

-------//-------

When Richard and I stopped to take a breath, he stepped back and, held me
by the shoulders saying firmly, "Jarod, I've crossed the line and I deeply
regret that. You came here with the belief that I would help you. You may
not believe it, but you must understand that what just happened was not my
intention.  I didn't plan it."  Richard paused for what seemed at eternity
to find the right words before continuing, "But I'm not sorry I did it.
There is something about you that I've never felt before and don't
understand.  On some level, I know you need me and I believe I can help
you.  But I couldn't help myself.  When I pulled you to me, I knew I was
threatening my career and everything I've worked for, but I had to have
you.  I HAVE to have you.  But like you need me, I need you just as much.
I can't explain it."

After a long silence, he repeated the words, "I HAVE to have you.  Do you
understand?"  I said nothing, but I'm sure my face spoke volumes.  My eyes
watered and I looked at Richard longingly.  Finally, Richard continued,
"Your vulnerability makes my actions even more inappropriate.  You came
here due to trust issues with your father, and I, took advantage of that
trust. I wouldn't blame you if you left now and never came back.  But I
hope you don't."

Now it was my turn to respond.  Richard was so eloquent and honest; I had
no words that could adequately capture my emotions at the time.  So, I let
my instincts speak for me...I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against
his.  It was initially a soft, almost reluctant kiss because I wanted to
give him the opportunity to back off without feeling obliged in case he
regretted his earlier actions.  But that favor turned out to be
unnecessary.

Richard grabbed the back of my head with both hands and pulled me into the
hungriest kiss imaginable.  He unleashed his tongue like a sword, so
passionate it bordered on violent.  And my response was equally passionate.
We groped every inch of each other's bodies and our engorged cocks went to
war with each other even though we were fully clothed.  It was like two
hungry animals were trying to communicate a primal message, but what?
Richard's message appeared to be pure lust.  And I was not belter; I was
simply taking vengeance on my father.  I had never felt the warmth of an
older man, certainly not my father.  Now this stunningly handsome, mautre
man, real man, who now knew my past, was devouring me.

I finally came the point where I had no option but to surrender to his
animal desire.  `Stop competing with him, submit to this man', I thought to
myself.  Richard, sensing my capitulation, pulled back slightly, again took
my face in his hands and said solemnly, "I want you to lie back down on the
couch.  I will take over."

I was so enthralled that I would've done whatever he commanded, so simply
lying back down was easy.  Once I got back on the couch, he pulled the
stool back up to me as close as he could and took both of my hands.  As he
pulled the arm that was further from him across my body toward him, it
conveniently obscured the throbbing bulge in my pants.  But surprisingly, I
was disappointed it was now hidden.  I wanted him to see the impact he was
having on me. My erection spoke more eloquently about my feelings than I
was able to. I wanted him to see it and take it.  And take me. I wanted him
to unbuckle my belt buckle and take me then and there.

But he didn't.

Holding my hands to his chest and leaning over me as close as he could
without lying on top of me, he whispered, "I have broken every professional
ethic and for that I apologize.  But I don't apologize for wanting you.
You are the most handsome young man that I've ever seen.  The things I want
to do to you are unspeakable, and I know what I want.  And yet you've
decided to stay.  It's important you understand I have two motivations for
everything I'm going to do.  First, I genuinely want to help you get past
the issues you have with older men.  And second, and I'll be frank here,
you are the young man I've known that was out there waiting for
me. Handsome. Taught.  Athletic.  Smart.  And yes, sexy as hell."  He
glanced down to the arm covering my bulging crotch, picked it up revealing
what was now a wet spot on my pants, and added, "And rock hard.  I want
that. And you.  All of you."  He looked at me with raised eyebrows, cocked
his head, and without saying a word, telegraphed the question: "Shall I
continue?"

I looked up at him squarely in the eyes and uttered, "Yes, daddy.  Please
take me...wherever you go."

Richard looked at the floor, looked at me, looked back at the floor, took a
deep breath and then stared squarely at me and replied, "Good boy.  Let's
get those clothes off.  I want my boy nude."

End of Chapter 4