Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 21:39:59 +0930
From: Larry Ryder <larry.ryder@mail.com>
Subject: Daddy Chapter 10

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Daddy 10

"You both seem to have got through the night."

Jerry was smiling at us. I was a bit bashful. But I smiled and then laughed

"Yes, we just managed. It was rather hard work. But worth the effort."

"I'm glad, " he said, " then my work is done."

"Oh, no," I proffered, " I think we have a way to go."

Dad came over and brushed my cheek,

"Yes, I think that's right," he said " you still have work to do. Ed has a
few ideas, and so do I"

I wasn't quite sure where he was going but I knew he felt that Jerry was
still very much in the picture.

I had so warmed to Jerry, that I didn't want him just to slip away.

Now that Dad and I had fucked I knew he was still in the game. And Dad, in
a way, had suggested to me that Jerry was a better fit for me because he
had done his fatherly duty and taken my virginity.

It was Jerry who was going to tutor me in the fine details of what it meant
to be a lover of men. Indeed it was Jerry who could potentially be my
husband.

After Dad left to go to work, Jerry began his questioning

"Well, was it everything you thought it would be?"

I shared with him some of the details, but I was conscious this was father
and son stuff and that needed to remain between my Dad and me.

Jerry got this, and I told him that I was thankful to him for letting me
get to the point where I could make a choice to just have raw sex or to
have a meaningful encounter with the guy who was the fulcrum of my life.

"Look," he said, " I get it. I'm just a bum who picked you up. And as I've
said I didn't do it to get into your pants. And I'm really glad for you,
and will be here for you."

I realised how much I respected this guy for his openness and honesty.

And let's face it he was, if not cute, then he was hot.

"I really dig you," I said, and then wondered if I had squandered an
anachronism, the truth was I could be into him. But now that Dad and I had
cemented our relationship I was quite uncertain about hitting on another
guy.

I needn't have worried. Jerry came and sat next to me, and I placed my hand
on his knee

"Look," I said, "I don't know what I'm now supposed to do"

He pushed my hand aside and kissed me

"Well perhaps that might help you to understand."

His closeness was overwhelming, he touched me intimately and I responded.

My cock was now raging hard, and I was beginning to think through it rather
than my brain.

Jerry had stripped me of everything except my Alpha briefs. He had
sensitised my nipples to the point where if any other stroke, lick or suck
had crossed them I would almost certainly have ejaculated copious amounts
of cum. He, however, was a better gauge of how far you could traverse
this. And didn't want me shooting my stuff just anywhere.

"You are one horny little fucker," he whispered into my ear as he gently
stroked my dick.

"I want every drop of your cum in me," he said, "this stuff is too precious
to waste."

I laughed and he chucked me under the chin.

"I mean it!" he added

The fuck that followed was the most thorough I have ever experienced.

My arse was rimmed by an expert cum-master. The great thing about rimming
is that it is totally amazing. It is like childhood excitement, and the
heightened senses of youth. In the end as a cock pushes up you it feels
amazing. It should feel dirty ( and dirty is OK), but it feels exhilarating
.

Jerry flipped me on my back and pushed his hard dick into me. It felt full
and hard, but it also felt wonderful. He was a master.

Though Tom had fucked me properly the day before, Jerry now fucked me as a
man.

I could stand before both of them and feel entirely equal


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developed if there is an end point.

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This is a story about intimacy, and about how people mistake sex for
intimacy and fail to see that sex only really makes sense and is 4000%
better when people are vulnerable and intimate.

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