Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 21:39:59 +0930 From: Larry Ryder Subject: Daddy Chapter 2 Hope you enjoy this story. All copyright is reserved to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com [always happy to receive your comments with any suggestions! I'd like that too! Tell me how you like the story so far ] I am sure that you understand that such stories are legally managed in many jurisdictions. If you are too young (under 18 or 21), or forbidden by law, then go to (https://www.artsy.net/artist/jackson-pollock) and enjoy other artistic pursuits. Everyone suggests, and I do as well , that you should support Nifty financially [http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html] Daddy 2 That night I went to bed and I wondered what was going to happen. I just knew that my Dad was the guy I loved and trusted more than anything. I changed into my pyjamas and as always Dad came in to have a little chat and kiss me goodnight. "So were you OK with today?" he asked as he sat down on my bed, "you know when that guy touched you. You don't have to do that if you don't want, but sometimes boys like being touched by an older man" " Oh yes, I did. I liked seeing his big thing" He laughed and gave me a hug, I felt really secure in his arms "And I liked watching you getting sucked, can I do that too? I would like to put it in my mouth. And can you suck me?" He hugged me closer. And I could smell his `Dadliness'; male smell, sweat, musk, a bit of beer and tobacco. It was the best smell ever. "Dad's aren't supposed to touch their sons, or their daughters for that matter," he offered, " but I really love you" "Dad I want you to touch me, and I want to touch you. I loved seeing your hard thing, and I could only think when that guy had you in his mouth that I wanted to have that too." Dad's eyes widened and grimaced a bit, "You are one strange horny boy. I'll have to think about that" I snuggled up to him and kissed his beard. "Can you kiss me Dad?" I begged, "not a peck...but a great big kiss. And can you play with me? Please!!!" I looked insistently at him, I realised he was having difficulty processing this. ........----...... Looking back I understand that there was a big question about who had taken control of this relationship. He had always been a co-operative parent and never dictated anything. His motto had always been that co-operation was the way to go. My mother left the marriage when I was about five, and though I had some contact with her she had left the hard graft to my Dad. He was a great Dad. He had been there throughout school. She appeared every three or four months, and though she hugged me she had no desire to claim me as her own. As the years went on I just understood my Dad was my parent, and he was pretty good. I never thought of her as a parent, though I knew she had given birth to me. I never questioned why he wasn't married any more, and why he didn't date anyone. He was always just there for me. And I treasured those times when were together. I realise now that there were those strange times when I was there and he was around other men, and sometimes he was doing stuff even if I was there. He was always careful to make sure that I wasn't unhappy, in fact I was never unhappy if he was close at hand ........----...... When I asked my Dad to kiss me properly I wanted him to take control, I wanted him to hold me and tell me how much he loved me. I wanted him to touch me and make me do what ever he wanted. He leaned over and his lips touched mine. I melted completely, this was my Dad and he loved me. This was more than I could have asked for, more than I wanted. His hands touched me all over "I love you Ed," he spluttered into my mouth, "more than anything." He caressed everything he could possibly touch, leaving my penis totally alone. I wanted him to take it. Touch it, suck it, stroke it. Make it cum! I realise now that I couldn't actually cum, but I knew he could make me feel more than I had ever felt. His own hardness was pressed against my thigh, I desperately wanted to hold his big hard thing but he would not let me. Such a fucking Puritan! "Just wait, " he said "we will get to it" his mouth pecked against my mine. What could I do? I just loved the closeness of his kiss. The bristles of his face. This is the dirt of my childhood. My after-five dad, beer and tobacco. And I was just a boy.