Date: Fri, 3 Nov 2023 12:19:20 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarod Finds His Daddy - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

Holding my hands to his chest and leaning over me as close as he could
without lying on top of me, Richard 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, but I know what I want.  You
already know this and yet you stayed.  I take that as a sign that I should
continue.  It's important you understand that everything I want to do is
for two reasons.  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 an enormous
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.  Get
those clothes off.  I want my boy nude."

So this virile, late-50's, handsomely greying therapist is ordering me to
get nude at our first therapy session.  You'd think I'd be scared,
confused, even angry.  But I wasn't.  I was more turned on than I'd ever
been in my life.  I'd had my share of encounters with guys, but nothing
came close to the electricity of this moment.  His black t-shirt was
hugging his arms and chest; the veins in his biceps were popping so
intensely it looked like he did 50 push-ups before I arrived.  And his
pants were so tight there was no mistaking his own hard-on was urgently
trying to escape his jeans.  And he just ordered me to get nude.  Was this
a fantasy come true?

He backed away from the couch giving me room to stand back up and follow
his order.  I was trembling with excitement.  I couldn't believe what I was
being told to do, but I already trusted him so I knew this wouldn't end
badly.  As I stood in front of him, he looked at me and asked, "Would you
like me to leave while you get ready?"

Almost reflexively, I replied, "No daddy, I want you to watch me."

"Good boy", he answered, with just the slightest of smiles.

Hearing Richard tell me he wanted me nude was unimaginably erotic.  I
didn't know if I was more turned about getting naked while he watched me or
being ordered to do it.  I only knew I wanted to be vulnerable for him.  I
wanted him to admire the body I had worked on for so long to prove I was a
real man.  Only now it became clear to me why I was so obsessive about my
physique.  The reason was standing right next to me.  I want him to be
proud of me.  I wanted his trust.

Being commanded to get nude was indescribably arousing.  This mature,
imposing daddy demanding I give myself to him.  I didn't hesitate to
comply.  First, I removed my shoes and then I slowly crossed my arms,
grabbed my t-shirt from my waist and pulled it over my head, revealing my
chiseled, hairless torso.  Staring directly at me, he gave me a slight nod
which subtly, but powerfully conveyed, `continue.'  I removed my socks, and
then all that was left were my pants.  I intentionally paused (relishing
the erotic drama as much as he was) and then slowly unbuckled my belt and
pants, allowing gravity to drop them to my ankles.  I was able to kick them
off and then carefully folded them and placed them with my other clothes.

Standing next to him in only 2xist white bikini briefs, he inspected me
carefully and took note of my prominent erection and wet spot.  Neither of
us spoke of it, but they were impossible to miss.  Richard looked me up and
down again and gave me another brief nod which was my final signal to
complete his orders.  My mind exploded wondering what would come next, but
I wanted to be nude in front of him as much, or more, than he wanted me
nude.  I slid down my briefs and stood before him--now completely nude and
fully erect--and awaited direction.  He said, "Before you lay down, let me
fix the couch", and he reached over to release a lever behind the back of
the couch that turned it into a bed.  I hadn't realized it was a futon all
along.

"Lay down, on your back, and grab the handle above your head. I hadn't seen
it earlier but there was a chrome bar at the top of the now-bed which,
which, when I laid down and grabbed it, extended my arms back and over my
head, almost as if being restrained.

Now I was entirely exposed.  Naked and unprotected.  But Richard remained
fully clothed.  That juxtaposition may have been the singular most erotic
moment of my life.  This mature, authoritative man, fully dressed, and me,
naked and vulnerable.  Richard shamelessly leered at my muscular, nearly
hairless swimmer's body.  I manscape my pubic area and the rest of me is
taught and tight.  Most pronounced--no surprise--was my now 7" steel rod,
pointing up at a 45-degree angle.  I didn't know if I imagined it, but I
was sure my cock was dripping precum onto my stomach like a slowly dripping
faucet.  I was proud of my body, my cock, and myself for submitting to
this. I feasted on Richard's approval.

After the inspection of his conquered merchandise, he crouched down over my
face and brushed his lips against mine.  With our faces nearly touching he
whispered, "You're beautiful.  I'm going to take you now but I promise to
go slowly.  You need to trust me every step of the way."

"Yes, Daddy", I whispered back.  "You're my daddy and I trust you to do
what's best for me."

"Close your eyes," he ordered and when I did he gently picked up my head
and pulled a blindfold over my eyes.  It wasn't overly tight or
threatening, but because my world was now sightless, my other senses were
erotically elevated.  He heard my startled gasp, and quietly but firmly
said, "Jarod, you can trust me"

"Yes, Daddy", I whispered again.  Now I was completely vulnerable.
Although not restrained, my arms were pulled over my head with my hands
clutching the chrome bar.  My legs were flayed out and my cock was
Richard's to use as he pleased.  I couldn't see for sure, but I'm sure the
precum from my cock was flowing faster than ever.

Assuming he was still fully clothed, I heard him walk behind my head where
my arms were extended.  He pulled my right hand from the chrome bar and
gently massaged my hand and each of the fingers.  He repeated that with my
left hand and then instructed me to re-grip the bar with both hands.  Then
he leaned over me from behind me to rub my arms, underarms, and ultimately
found his first prize: my nipples. Upon locating them, he pinched them
simultaneously which forced my hips to buck up off the futon.  His grip was
electrifying and he knew it.  Pinching them both tightly, he asked, "You
like that, don't you boy?"  I moaned back, "Yes...please more Daddy" so he
slowly continued to tighten his grip on both.  It was beginning to become
painful, but I wanted to show him I could take it.  As if reading my mind,
he asked, "Can you take it boy?  Should I keep going?"  I wasn't sure how
to answer.  The moment was so erotic I didn't want to end.  But I wondered
how much pain I could endure.  "Keep going, Daddy. I know you want this for
me."  It occurred to me that my discomfort combined with my pleasure was as
arousing to him as it was to me.  I was giving him pleasure.  It was a
perfect feedback loop.

With that he gave both of my nipples one last intense squeeze and quickly
released them.  "You did good, boy.  I'm proud of you", he stated as he
affectionally rubbed my chest.  I had never had a sexual encounter that
included pain and often wondered what it would be like.  I was starting to
learn.

He continued to massage my torso but always stopped just short of my cock
and balls which frustrated me immensely.  I so badly wanted him to continue
down to that area.  But he was in charge, so all I could do was to moan
more loudly and buck my hips to encourage him to keep going.

Finishing my torso, I heard him walk down to my feet where he picked up my
left foot and gently started caressing and kissing the bottom of my foot,
toes, eventually wrapping his lips around my big toe.  The feeling took my
breath away. I had no idea my feet could be so sensual.  I clutched the bar
above my head and, again, bucked my hips up off the couch.  My lewd
reaction spoke volumes, so he methodically took each toe, one-by-one and
sucked them until I was now bathed in a puddle of sweat.

At this point I didn't know if we had been at this for 10 minutes or 10
hours.  And I didn't care.  I was finally receiving the kind of attention
from a mature man that I hungered for.  Of course, I didn't long for a
sexual relationship with my real father, but Richard's authoritative
presence filled a void I was now only learning how much I needed.

Still at the foot of the bed, he began to massage up my legs, again taking
all the time in the world.  My cock ached from being hard so long and now I
could feel precum dripping down the side of my right hip. I hope he saw it;
I wanted him to see what he was doing to me.

His skilled hands moved expertly up my legs to my thighs, and massaged my
hips, stomach, inner thighs...everywhere but my cock, balls and hole.  The
frustration was incomprehensible.  I bucked my hips in the air again,
begging to be touched there.  Finally, as he was massaging up my inner
thigh, his thumbs gently pressed against that magic space between my balls
and hole.  His thumbs quickly turned into instruments of pleasure as they
stroked and pressed against the spot where my prostate lives.  After a
wonderfully long massage of that area, he slid them his thumbs up slightly
under my cheeks to brush against my hole and then up and down my crack.  He
continued massaging my balls, perineum, and hole until I thought I couldn't
take it anymore.  I had no idea how much more was coming.

By now he had fully massaged every inch of my body, except the prize: My
thick, fully engorged spear.  I was still blindfolded but I could now feel
his breath on it.  I could feel his face was milli-meters from it and was
about to take it.  My sight was pitch black, but my other senses were on
overdrive.  The feel and sound of his breath on my cock.  The pre-cum
dripping from the tip of my cock to my stomach and down my hip.  I could
even smell his sweat.

I wanted him to take me so badly.  I wanted him to lick the pre-cum off my
stomach and feed it to me.  I wanted his tongue as deep in my hole as it
could reach.  I wanted the same lips that had so tenderly suckled my toes
around my cock.

I wanted it all...so badly...that I found myself bucking and begging,
"Please Daddy. Please..."

Richard replied, "Son, I have much more in store for you.  You have proven
to me that you're good boy who deserves a man like myself.  But I've only
just started."

End of Chapter 5