Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2017 22:17:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: cyphernone69@gmail.com
Subject: Daddy Loved Me

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I have posted a few stories on Nifty. As a result I began exchanging emails
with several fans. This fan shared his life experiences with me. We
discussed his posting it here. He asked that I do it for him, I obviously
agreed. I do not condone nor encourage sex with underage minors. For god's
sake do not consider this an endorsement. This is fiction. "Daddy Loved Me"
is this fan's story as told to me. As such it cannot be copied or reposted
in any printed or digital medium without our express permission. Respect
the copyright.

I offer "Daddy Loved Me" as a `fait accompli'. It is done and in the past,
so it can be discussed and debated but it cannot be undone. This is his
story. I have taken his 'line drawing' and added depth and color. The facts
remain unchanged.

You can email me at cyphernone69@gmail.comI will forward all comments to
This fan.

Daddy Loved Me chapter one

You know how some kids grow up thinking that the way their family did
things was the way everybody did them? You know like, in school when you
begin to compare your life with other kids. I was surprised to learn that
some kids never got to sit in their Daddy's lap and drive a pickup truck or
a tractor. Most of them had never gone camping overnight. Or run around
naked in the fields. I had already been warned by Daddy that I wasn't to
tell what we did in the truck, or on the tractor or when we went
camping. All that was a special secret I was proud to keep. Daddy had
carefully explained that I would never be able to see him again if anyone
found out about what we got up to on the farm. I knew that not seeing my
Daddy would be like the whole world coming to an end. I loved him so much
and felt his love for me like warm summer sunshine. I basked in his love
everyday of my life. I still miss him.

I grew up just outside a small town in the South. We weren't poor, but
neither were we rich. We raised mostly cotton with a few cows and pigs
thrown in the mix. Like on any farm, there was always work to be done. But,
there also was plenty of time to fish and swim in the summer. Especially
late summer, what the old folks called "lay bye", when we just waited for
harvest time, in the fall. Looking back, I consider myself lucky to have
grown up as I did. I was never hungry, no one beat me and I had at least
one very loving parent.

Obviously, my personal memories don't go back that far, but Daddy told
me... My mother was neither affectionate nor nurturing toward me. He didn't
have to tell me that. I could tell the difference in how she treated me
compared to my sister everyday of my life. Daddy said she would let me wail
a long time before she would finally get out of bed and feed me my bottle
in the middle of the night. He soon took over that duty.

He would warm my bottle and change my diaper and cuddle me and talk softly
while I nursed. After I was fed, he would dribble formula on his nipples to
get me to nurse on them while he jerked off. He said I also liked it when
he would tease my foreskin with his tongue and suck my cock and balls, all
at the same time. It wasn't long before he had me nursing on his third
nipple. You see, Daddy's foreskin formed an almost perfect nipple hanging
over his cock head. Even when he was rock hard, there was that little
nipple ready to be nursed on. To a young kid it was almost magic to watch
that nipple disappear when he pulled the skin back to expose his
cockhead. I never took his magic for granted.

By the time I was four Daddy was telling me I was a much better kisser than
mom and a much better cocksucker too. I remember feeling so proud and so
grown up at hearing his words. I couldn't deep throat him without choking
and gagging, but I could swallow his load without leaving much behind. And
anything I left I was only too happy to lick up. Licking got me closer to
the smell.  As a gay man I have smelled plenty of men, some smelled of
expensive cologne, some with a natural, clean sweaty musk, and a few that
smelled rancid or sour, just plain bad.  I always loved the way Daddy
smelled down there. It never stank, it smelled rich and spicy. It made me
feel horney and comfortable, both at the same time. It smelled like I was
home. Throughout my life no one has smelled quite like my Daddy. He would
sometimes chuckle when he knew I was taking the time to just breathe in his
smell. He never used deodorant and seldom used cologne, but he showered
everyday. And he always smelled great.

I do remember slashing around in our big bathtub with Daddy. I guess it
made sense for us to bathe together. I knew that I could play with my
Daddy's naked body all I wanted in the bathroom. His cock and low hanging
balls were my favorite bathtub toys. More than once, I got water up my nose
while sucking his cock. He would tease me about being his "cock hungry cock
hound". It was while we were taking a bath that Daddy first peed in my
mouth. He was holding my head perfectly still, which was strange because I
had just swallowed his cum and was cleaning up the residue. I knew to just
wait without resistance. I trusted him completely. At first it was a
dribble. "Swallow it!" There wasn't much to swallow, but I did what I was
told. Soon, his cock began to gush and fill my mouth. He saw my cheeks
swell like a chipmunk storing nuts. "Swallow, it Son, be a good boy. Take
Daddy's piss just like I've taken yours." And he had. Sometimes when he was
sucking me I would get my dry orgasm and then immediately after, I would
pee. Each time I would apologize, but Daddy would just hug me, kiss me so I
could taste my own pee and tell me he loved me. Now, I was getting it in my
mouth just like Daddy. That meant I must be a big boy, now. I didn't really
mind that it was salty and slightly bitter. Something went wrong that first
time and I got choked and spit and coughed a lot. Daddy patted my back hard
and soon I could breathe easy again. Daddy just held me against his chest
and gently patted my back until I was drowsy and the water was cold. The
whole time he was drying my body he told me how proud he was of me for
taking his pee like a big boy. I couldn't wait to do it again. I am sure I
bugged him at every opportunity to piss in my mouth. Once we started
working in the fields together it would not be unusual for him to walk up
to me, pull out his cock and piss all over my naked little body. Other
times he might be driving into town and he'd pull out his cock, push my
face into his crotch and simply say, "I need to piss." I can't remember
ever not wanting to suck his cock or take his piss. Even when I was sick I
would complain privately of being denied access to his manhood. He would
laugh and promise to save it up for when I felt better.

About the time I could wash myself, he started taking me to the fields with
him. He would let me ride in his lap and steer the tractor. Or he would sit
me in his lap facing him and I would suck and nibble on his nipples or just
nap resting my head against his hairy chest. As often as not if I was in
his lap, his cock was in my ass.

I remember one time another farmer was waiting at the edge of the field we
were plowing. He had come to talk to Daddy about hiring some field hands. I
was naked and Daddy's shirt was open, but he still had his pants pulled up
and his belt buckled. It was impossible to see his cock was jammed balls
deep in my prepubescent ass. I knew what we did was secret, but Daddy
didn't seem to worry. In fact, I could feel his cock get harder and throb
in my ass even as the man talked. When Daddy hoisted the plow and shifted
the tractor into neutral it set the seat and his cock in my ass to
vibrating. I soon lost all awareness of anything except that glorious
buzzing deep in my guts. I remember gripping the steering wheel and biting
my lip to keep from crying out when I slipped into the delightful madness
of a dry orgasm. Once it passed I realized I had collapsed against the
steering wheel. Daddy was stroking (read that as gripping.) my hair and
grimacing through his own, definitely not dry orgasm. He tried to pass off
his stifled groans of ecstasy as sounds of fatherly concern. Looking back I
am sure the other farmer was not fooled. Especially since he, Daddy and I
would play many times in the coming years. The farmer concluded his
discussion and paid attention to me as though he had just noticed I was
even there and naked. He made joking remarks about how I would have a nice
all over tan by summer's end. He asked Daddy how he could get a partner
just like me to ride naked on his lap. Daddy said he made his partner. The
farmer asked, "What if I just wanted an occasional ride"? Daddy said they
could discuss that soon, but right now he needed me to do some clean up
while he finished plowing. They said goodbye and Daddy went back to plowing
while I was put to cleaning up his cock. That was always my job after
getting fucked.

Daddy always took me into the shower with him when we came in from the
fields. He played with my cocklet and my little boy pussy, even if I didn't
get to suck him off. By the time I was able to wash myself I was sucking my
Daddy's cock in the shower everyday. It wasn't long after that that he
began to force his cock down my throat. I would choke and gag and blow snot
and cum out of my nose. I guess it was a good thing it started in the
shower, even the messiest blowjobs were easy to clean up. It wasn't long
before I was deep throating his hefty, uncut, six plus inches. He loved it
when I would take him deep and swallow against his cockhead.

Sundays were my favorite days. Mom would take my sister to church. I don't
know if she knew what we got up to in her absence, but I'm pretty sure she
couldn't have cared less. I always stayed at home with Daddy. I felt so
grown up, getting fucked in my parents bed. I don't remember my first time
getting fucked. By the time I was old enough to consider it, it was already
an everyday occurrence. I am sure we didn't have sex everyday, but in
looking back it was damn near everyday. And most days more than once. I
could cum many times a day with dry orgasms.

It was one Sunday, in their bed, that I was between Daddy's legs sucking
and licking his balls and tugging on his foreskin. I could tell I was doing
a big boy job, because Daddy started talking to me in his gravelly
voice. "You gonna lick them nuts for Daddy? You like it when Daddy pushes
your face into his balls? Huh? Your little queer, you. You're my on private
cocksucker. I made you and I made you a cocksucker. Daddy's little
cocksucking whore."

He then grabbed my hair and pulled my head up so his cock was at my
mouth. By then, I knew the secret to good cocksucking was plenty of
slobbers. That was never a problem for me as Daddy's cock and balls and
smell always set my mouth to watering. He didn't have to push, pull or
grab, I swallowed his cock. The sounds he was making were maybe words but
filtered through gritted teeth and slobbers it was hard to make them
out. Plus it was hard to hear anything with Daddy holding my head in a vice
like grip. He took over the up and down motion I had used to repeatedly
swallow his cock. I closed my eyes cause the up and down motion made
everything blurry. Daddy was now cussing and slamming his cock hard into my
throat. I just relaxed and let it happen. Sometimes I sucked him off and
sometimes he jerked off onto my face... this was something new. All I could
do was to let my Daddy use me. Even with my eyes closed I could see the
Stars kind of fade to black.

The next thing I knew Daddy was lightly slapping my face. "Wake up boy!
Wake up"! I gasped for air like I could pull in all the oxygen in the room
and it still wouldn't be enough. Daddy laughed, "Son, you've got to learn
to breathe through your nose when a man's got his cock shoved down your
throat. That was the best cocksucking I have had in years. I am proud of
you, boy." That praise had me ready to do it right then, in spite of the
niggling little headache I was experiencing. I would later learn that as
often as not the blackouts were followed by a mild headache.

It was not the last time he, or other men, would fuck my throat until I
blacked out, before I learned to breath through my nose. In the coming
years I would often just pass out from exhaustion while a man was busy
fucking my ass. On rare occasions I was getting it from both ends.

Note:Chapter two will explore time spent with his Uncle and a camping
trip. If you would like to see this continue please send an email to
cyphernone69@gmail.com