Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 00:55:03 +0000
From: peter <psorenson9@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jarod Finds a Daddy - Chapter 6

Things heating up big time between Jarod and Richard.  Thanks for hanging
in there with us.

There is a real Jarod and he was the inspiration for this story I'd love to
get your feedback, good or not-so-good.  I'm at psorenson9@hotmail.com.
Jarod can be reached at TherapyPGuy@proton.me.

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Chapter 6


By now he had fully massaged every inch of my body, except the prize: My
fully engorged cock.  I was still blindfolded, but I could suddenly feel
his breath on it.  I sensed his face hovering from it and hoped he was
about to take it.  My world was pitch black, but my other senses were in
overdrive.  The feel and sound of his breath on my cock, the pre-cum
dripping from the tip of it 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
to encircle my cock.  That would signal he approved of me and respected me.

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

He replied, "Son, I have much more in store for you.  You are proving to me
that you're a good boy who deserves a man like me.  Your trust in me makes
me proud.  But I've only just started.  You still have a very long way to
go."

With that, he reached to the back of my head and removed the blindfold.  I
had to squint a bit but my eyes adjusted quickly to the light.  I was
pleased that one of the first things I saw was his face, now very close,
looking at me admirably.  After a pause to let me recalibrate my sight, he
said, "The blindfold heightened your other senses, but now I want us to see
each other.  I'm taking you somewhere you've never been before, and I want
to see your face when you get there.

To be honest, as erotic as being blindfolded was, I wanted to see him as
well.  He was hypnotizing, and not being able to see him during what came
next seemed unfair.


----//----

Now there was no going back, Richard thought.  He had made it abundantly
clear what he wanted from Jarod, and Jarod was all in.  They were both
adults and they knew what they wanted from one another.  What was
particularly arousing for Richard was Jarod's desire to submit.  Knowing
Jarod's backstory with his father, Richard wouldn't have been surprised if
Jarod felt the opposite...the need to compete with Richard to prove his
manliness.  But Jarod seemed secure in his masculinity, so he didn't need
to prove it. In fact, he seemed pleased to flaunt his body when ordered to
get nude.

What surprised Richard was the pleasure Jarod experienced when Richard
inflicted (albeit mild) pain on him.  Although the master/sub dynamic
appealed to Richard, that wasn't what this was about.  Richard wanted
control, not degradation.  Yes, the sexual power he had over Jarod was a
huge turn on, but it was more than that.  He wasn't sure yet how it would
manifest, but he also craved a fatherly mentorship over Jarod.  And he was
sure Jarod felt it as well.

----//----

Still fully clothed, Richard leaned directly over me and our lips met.  We
exchanged a long, slow, and wonderfully intimate kiss.  It wasn't like the
animalistic one that had occurred previously; but it still conveyed his
dominance and my submission.  There was now no question that Richard was in
charge and I would submit to him.  We had wordlessly agreed to this
covenant and we agreed to take the next steps.  What wasn't lost on me was
that Richard remained fully clothed while I was still nude, still hard, and
still fully exposed.  The imbalance of power created an inequity that was
astonishingly erotic.

There was now a copious amount of pre-cum pooled on my abdomen, dripping
down my side.  And, hope against hope, he did exactly what I was praying
for.  Without breaking eye contact, he scooped up the viscous liquid with
his right second and third finger.  While lifting it to my mouth and
feeding it to me, he said, "Save some for me".  As instructed, I didn't
swallow, but rather, he immediately kissed me and licked my tongue with
his.  The flavor was exquisite and the feeling of his tongue searching mine
to get every drop of it was another first in my quickly expanding sexual
repertoire.  We kissed for an extraordinary amount of time savoring the
taste of what was a preview of what was to come.

He then stood back up, reached behind the futon to a cabinet and pulled out
a small tube of what appeared to be an expensive oil or lotion.  He opened
it and rubbed a small amount on his hands, again without breaking eye
contact.  I could feel my cock pump out another considerable volume of
precum which reinforced my relentless horniness.  I started to remove my
hands from the chrome bar above me when he stopped me, "No boy, keep your
hands up there or I'll restrain you.  I want full access to every inch of
you."  With that, he made an exaggerated motion of lubing up the middle
finger on his right hand.  He repeatedly massaged it and added oil until it
glistened.  And then, almost with a maniacal, evil doctor grin, he ordered,
"Spread your legs."  He then leaned down over me, put his left arm around
my shoulders to hold me into a near fetal position and whispered, "I want
you to spread your legs because I have something you'll like very, very
much."  I groaned, having just watched his finger become transformed into a
sex toy.  I wanted nothing more than for him to own my hole so I bent my
knees and lifted my hips to present my cock and hole to him. I knew his
plan was to take my hole, but I wanted to signal my cock was his as well.

Exactly as our lips met, his warm middle finger grazed the outside of my
hole sending shivers up my spine.  He slowly rubbed around the
circumference my virgin rosebud and then slowly and barely inserted it.  I
wanted to cry out for him to just fuck me with his finger, but he was the
therapist, he knew best.  After pulling out, with every rotation around my
hole he'd deliberately increase the pressure and insert it slightly more. I
begged him to enter me. To own me.  I knew that finger was going to be the
source of more pleasure than I'd ever known. After countless circles around
the sun, his finger finally, and obscenely, fully penetrated my hole.  With
his final piercing thrust, he pulled me into him with his left arm that had
been around my shoulders, and whispered, "Take this, boy."

----//----

Richard knew he had to take control in order to establish trust with Jarod,
and that would take time and patience.  He fought the urge to rip his own
clothes off, straddle Jarod and fuck him like the young stud he was.  He
imagined a fuck that would be authoritative, aggressive and unabating.  He
knew that's what Jarod wanted too, but that wasn't what Jarod needed.  The
slow, steady pace Richard had established was paying its own rewards.
Jarod had no idea the degree to which Richard was getting off on edging his
boy.  The power he exerted over the lad had its own sensuality.  It wasn't
as immediate and visceral as a hedonistic fuck, but it elevated the passion
for both to almost a cerebral level.  Richard knew he'd have to work hard
to maintain this pace, but he also knew he'd be rewarded for it.

----//----

When Richard fully penetrated me with his middle finger, I couldn't help
but whimper.  I wanted this novel feeling of submission to go on and on.  I
couldn't imagine how it could get any better, but it did when Richard began
sliding his finger in and out of my rectum, hunting for my prostate.  I've
never bottomed but have had toys up there occasionally, but nothing had
felt like this. As Richard continued to probe inside me with his right hand
he held my chest down with his left, bent over me and kissed up and down my
torso, paying particular attention to my nipples.  In no time, he located
my P-spot and pressed firmly against it while at the same time found and
gently gripped the nipple closest to him with his teeth.  I whelped as the
dual sensation sent my hips bucking to the ceiling.  "I found your spot,
boy", Richard declared.  "Lots more where that came from."

Richard continued to massage my prostate, tease my torso and nipples with
his beard for what seemed forever, each time lowering his face and mouth
closer and closer to my cock.  Every time he'd get closer, I'd think
`Please keep going, wrap those lips around it'.  Finally, Richard's face
brushed the very tip of it, and I couldn't control my reaction, "Please
daddy, please suck my cock", I begged.

Richard relentlessly thrusted his finger deeper into my hole and massaged
my prostate, causing a stream of precum to leak from my cock and collect on
my stomach.  As he worked my hole, Richard looked at the growing pool of
jiz, at me, back at the jiz, back at me and said seductively, "Open your
mouth".  Removing his finger from my hole, he leaned down to my stomach,
inhaled the precum into his mouth and fed it to me with a long, seductive
kiss.  We intimately passed the mouthful of lovely liquid back and forth
until finally, and sadly, it dissolved.

Almost immediately, Richard resumed fingering my hole, this time with two
fingers, while he simultaneously kissed his way down my torso. I felt him
getting closer and closer to my cock, almost on top of it when he paused,
tauntingly.  Sensing he was contemplating finally taking it in his mouth, I
whimpered, "Please Daddy, please".  Suddenly, I felt his hot breath
surround my cock and the tip of his tongue reached deep into the slit.
Electricity raced through my body which he accurately took as his signal to
fully and completely devour it.  His mouth felt like velvet engulfing my
ragingly hard cock.  Once again, I bucked my hips, but this time his mouth
was the recipient, not dead air.  I roared like a caged animal and
bellowed, "YES DADDY, YES", which prompted his cock-stuffed mouth to suck
even harder.  He had to have known how ready I was to cum because he pulled
off quickly, just as I was ready to explode.  After letting my ejaculation
glands calm down, he slowly encircled the base of my cock with his left
hand.  He grasped it at the base standing it straight up to give him full
access.  He paused for what seemed forever, presumably admiring the
dripping, rock hard pole in his hand.  He then proceeded to tongue, lick
and suck it like a wild man.  He edged me mercilessly.  With my hole
stretched, the base of my cock clutched and his warm mouth engulfing it, I
gave myself over to Richard.  I was his to do with me what he pleased. For
the first time in my life, I was being controlled and admired by an older
man and it brought me indescribable comfort.  My surrender was complete.

----//----

Jarod's serenity was Richard's aphrodisiac.  The power he found from
aggressively edging Jarod elevated him to a heightened level of passion.
He couldn't swallow Jarod's cock deep enough and he couldn't force his
fingers far enough into his hole.  He taunted his prostate and deep
throated his cock with such an intensity that Jarod howled, "Stop, please
daddy, stop."  And every time Richard stopped, Jarod begged him to begin
again, "I'm so close daddy, please make me cum."

Richard had no intention of stopping, so he continued his assault on
Jarod's cock and hole, always pausing just prior to him cumming.  Jarod was
experiencing something he'd only seen in porn and a level of ecstasy he'd
never imagined existed. Every time his cock was ready to explode, Richard
would pull his mouth off it and wickedly witness Jarod panting and begging
to release.  For Jarod, it went on...and on...and on.  He'd occasionally
have a moment to collect himself and exult in the passion, but for the
other 90% of the time his cum denial was torture.  Exquisite torture, but
torture nonetheless.

Richard took unspeakable pleasure from the agony his edging was resulting
in.  Knowing how close Jarod was to cumming, he shifted his attention back
to his hole.  He grasped Jarod's saliva lubed cock with his left hand and
used two of his right fingers to massage the cum right out of his prostate.
And did he ever.  The pressure of Richard firmly stroking his cock with one
hand and massaging his prostate with the other sent Jarod over the edge.
"I'm cumming Daddy" he shrieked, "I'm cumming.  Let me cum.  PLEASE".

----//----


I was at the point of no return.  Richard's left hand was vigorously
stroking my cock, his warm mouth was bathing it, and his right-hand fingers
had zeroed in on my prostate.  I couldn't hold on and couldn't stop myself
from shrieking, "I'm cumming Daddy. I'm cumming.  Let me cum.  PLEASE".

"Yes Jarod.  You have my permission to cum", Richard stated gravely.

That put me over the edge.  My cock erupted like never before.  Into
Richard's mouth, over my head, covering my face, hair and chest.  I pumped
a quantity of cum I never knew I had inside me.  Even Richard seemed
astonished at the pure volume of the creamy liquid.  For the first time
since I laid down, I let go of the chrome bar above me and realized my
knuckles were white and hands were cramped from holding it so tight.  I
lowered them to my side and felt Richard's head laying on my chest.  I gave
him a gentle squeeze as that was all the energy I could muster.  Eventually
my panting diminished to an even breathing pattern leading Richard to bring
his face to mine and kiss me.  I was delighted when his mouth met mine and
let loose what had been the first volley of cum I had shot.  Like we had
earlier, we passed the delicious product of our passion back and forth
until we looked into each other's eyes, paused, and then swallowed
simultaneously.  Eventually Richard stood up and while admiring my body
said, "I'm proud of you Jarod, you did well."  Richard's words were as
affirming as the passion he had exhibited just minutes earlier.  I was
nearly paralyzed with a sense of well-begin.  I don't remember ever being
so comfortable, respected or desired by an authority figure.  I wondered if
this was the first step in confronting the issues with my father.

My eyes were closed and I was resting contentedly as Richard leaned down to
whisper, "Stay where you are.  I'll be right back."  I could hear him in
another room making kitchen noises including running water.  When he
returned, he said softly, "Relax."  I could hear something being dipped
into a bowl of water, ringing out, and finally a warm, almost hot, towel
caressed my face.  Had I died on gone to heaven?  Richard gently rinsed my
face and neck with a hot towel, occasionally replacing the water to ensure
it was hot enough. He tenderly bathed my arms, hands, torso, legs, feet,
and toes, with incredible attention to detail to make sure he didn't miss a
square inch of skin.  It wasn't lost on me that he saved my middle section
for last and, naturally, I longed to feel the warmth of the hot towel
there.  I wasn't disappointed.  Richard got one last batch of hot water and
a new towel, and after soaking it and ringing it out, gently placed it over
my now soft cock and balls and tenderly cleaned the still sensitive area.
After one last towel rinse, he gently pulled my legs apart which allowed
him to clean my crack and hole.  I didn't know what was lovelier...the
rapture of being so tenderly washed by this beautiful man, or the care with
which he did it.  Earlier when Richard removed the blindfold from my eyes,
he told me he wanted to see my face when he took me someplace I'd never
been before.  That place was now.

I laid there, slowly breathing for what must've been 30 minutes since my
epic ejaculation and Richard's careful bathing, when he carefully grasped
my hands and pulled me up to a sitting position.  He sat down next to me on
the futon, and still fully clothed, pulled me into a warm embrace.  Pulling
my head into his shoulder and caressing the back of my head, he said,
"We're done for today my boy.  I think you've made good progress, but we
still have much more to do.  You need some time to think about what
happened here today and what it means before we meet again."  He stopped
and looked me in the eyes to see if I understood what he said before
continuing, "I'd like to meet you next Friday evening to take the next
step, if you're comfortable with that."  Weighing his words carefully, he
went on, "Obviously today wasn't a conventional therapy session, and future
ones will be unconventional as well.  But there's no need to answer now.
I'd like you to consider my proposal and let me know by Wednesday evening."

He went on, "I know you've never had a mature man worship you like I did
today, but you still have a long way to go.  Tonight was just an
amuse-bouche.  Do you know what an amuse-bouche is?" he asked.  Having
never heard the expression before I couldn't even try to fake it, so I
honestly replied, "No sir."

"Amuse-bouche is French for `amuse the tongue'", he instructed.  It's a
culinary term describing a small appetizer, which also translates roughly
to `tease the tongue'.  That's what I did tonight...I teased your tongue. I
whet your appetite.  You need to think about whether you want to return for
a full-course meal."

My mind was spinning.  The suggestion that tonight was merely a `tease' of
what was coming was breathtaking.  And the sophistication he now
demonstrated was light years ahead of anything I'd encountered, but was
quickly learning I craved.

Sensing he had lost me a bit with his French metaphor, he asked again, "Can
you let me know by Wednesday night if you'd like to continue?"

If characterizing tonight as merely a `tease' was meant to intimidate me,
he failed.  There was nothing he could do to me that I wouldn't relish and
couldn't endure.  I had never had a man venerate me (or my cock) the way he
had.  I wanted to prove I was worthy.  I wanted his respect so badly I
could taste it.  I had to summon every ounce of self-restraint not to
respond, `YES Daddy, bring it on', but I felt it would be more appropriate
to quietly agree to Richard's idea as offered.  "Of course, sir," I
responded respectfully, "I'll let you know by Wednesday night".

"One more thing", he offered forcefully, "I don't want you to cum, or even
touch yourself before you see me again.  That's critically important to my
therapy; I'll explain it to you when you're ready to understand."

I was already so hard I could barely stand up, so how would it be nearly
impossible not to cum before I saw this magnificent man again.  "Yes, sir",
I replied reluctantly.  As I dressed and stood, my erection was
ridiculously conspicuous.  And as I turned to leave, he pulled me into him
to kiss me goodnight and squeezed my hard cock through my pants as he did.
"Good luck boy.  This is mine. Don't go near it until you come back."

"Yes sir", I repeated.  And with that, he nodded slightly and released his
grip on my cock.

As I left Richard that evening I already was counting the hours until I'd
be back in Richard's office.

End of Chapter 6