Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:03:07 -0800 (PST) From: dws202 Subject: Object of My Desire 2 This story is my own work based on my own recollections and fantasies, all the usual disclaimers and warnings apply. If you like what you read or want to hear more let me know at dws202@yahoo.com, all flames will be ignored. As I grew into my mid teens, my fantasies about dad not only didn't diminish, they became even more fevered, allowing me to explore taboo thoughts and fantasies that made jacking off unbelievably pleasurable. But as it didn't seem to be in the cards that I would ever get to experience the real thing, I made up for that by getting as much sexual practice as a boy my age could get, and that made for some great experiences that would ultimately put me further down the road of achieving the object of my desire. One in particular stood out. Jack was a friend of my dad's, an old Army buddy that lived alone in our town. We hardly ever saw him as I got the impression my dad didn't really like him that much, just tolerated him for old time's sake. He arrived at our house one evening when I was fifteen to go out to dinner with us, and as we had moved to a new suburb and he wasn't familiar with that area, he rode in our car to the restaurant. Frankly, I could see why my parents weren't too fond of him. He was loud and boorish, and it also seemed like there was a particular edge to him that made me somewhat uncomfortable. But since I didn't have to see him often, I shrugged it off. We piled into the car and went to dinner, then headed back afterwards so Jack could pick up his car and leave. With mom and dad in the front, and a bunch of things in the back seat taking up room, I was a little closer to Jack than I normally would be otherwise. On the way home, after the wine they had had at dinner, he and my parents were much more loose and talkative than they had been at the first of the night. At one point Jack slapped his thigh at a comment my dad made, and glancing over I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his crotch. He may have been in my dad's words a "bit of a jerk," but he wasn't bad looking. Early 40's, good shape, and like I said before, something intriguing I couldn't quite figure out. As all this went through my head I didn't realize I had been staring at that crotch for way too long. Luckily it was dark and my parents couldn't really see. But Jack obviously did. He leered at me and winked as I turned away quickly, and we rode the rest of the way in silence. As he left, after saying good night to my parents, he shook my hand vigorously and said, "Night, buddy!" I felt something in my hand and looked down to see a small piece of paper, which I put in my pocket before my parents could see. Alone in my room, I unfolded it to see the words, "give me a call-Uncle Jack" written there with his phone number. I was petrified, since I wasn't sure what that meant but was afraid he had seen me checking out his crotch and wanted to start trouble with my parents. I obsessed over what to do for several days before hopping on my bike after dinner one night and heading to a secluded phone booth behind a closed gas station near my home, where no one would see me. He picked up after the first ring, and I told him who it was. He said, "hey, 'bout time you called. What took you so long?" I said I didn't have a chance to before then, and he said he wanted to ask me something. OK, I said, my breathing coming more quickly. "I was thinking maybe you'd want to come over to my apartment sometime and hang out, maybe watch some TV or something. Would you like that?" Why, I asked, I could watch TV at home, or with my friends. "Sure, but I was thinking I might have some things here you'd like to see that I bet you don't have at home" Like what, I breathed out. "Well, have you ever seen a picture of people without their clothes on," he asked. Yeah, I said. "Have you ever seen a picture of a man without his clothes on," he asked. Oh yeah, I had. "Did you like that," he wondered. I sure did, I answered, as my hand instinctively went down into my crotch to fondle my stiffening pecker. "Have you ever seen a picture of two guys getting it on together," he asked. I didn't answer, I just breathed heavily and moaned as my hand went faster and faster. "Were they fucking, Dan? Did they have each other's cocks in their mouths?" My hand went furiously back and forth over my rock-hard member as I moaned yes, and soon my underwear crotch was covered in spunk. Dave kept quiet as I climaxed, then finally said, "sounds like you enjoyed that. Come over Saturday afternoon and we'll talk some more." I hung up, cleaned up the best I could, and snuck back home so no one would see me. Saturday afternoon, after calling Dave, I rode my bike to his apartment and he let me in. He was wearing a tight pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. After showing me around, we settled on his couch and reached down to a cabinet nearby and pulled out a stack of magazines, throwing them my way. "Here you go, bud, take a look at these, I think you'll like them." He smirked at me again, then got up and said he had to do some things in the kitchen. I tore open the first magazine and flipped furiously through the pages, page after page of filthy pictures, men sucking, entering each other's backsides, licking bungholes, all those things I fantasized about every night and, once in a while, got a chance to do. I wasn't sure how much time had passed but Dave was back, asking me if I liked what I saw. Oh yeah, I barely croaked out, I definitely liked what I saw. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, where he had a porn tape queued up. I could barely take my eyes off the pictures but soon looked up to see a video of a large middle-aged man with a boy who didn't seem to be much older than me on his knee, getting spanked bare-assed. Soon the older man stopped spanking and started fondling, and soon had his fat cock up the boy's rectum. The boy yelled and moaned as the older man came close to climax, then withdrawing and squirting his juice all over the boy's face. He then made the boy lick all the cum and slime off his cock. I was mesmerized, speechless, and hornier than I ever had been in my life. "Did you like that?" Dave asked. Yes, I said. "Would you like someone to do things like that to you," he asked. Yes, I said. "Do you want to see some more pictures, some I took myself?" Yes. He went into his bedroom and came back with a stack of Polaroids. They were perverted, filthy, incredibly erotic pictures that drove me nearly insane with desire. He asked me to describe what I saw in them and what I liked about them, which I did. He asked me to ask him about them and he would tell me things, dirty secrets, and I did. I came to one and my heart skipped a beat-a teenage boy like me, bent over with a look of pure animal pleasure on his face, being entered from the rear by an older man with remarkably similar features. I held it out and stared. "Do you know who that is fucking him?" he asked. No, I said. "That's his dad. He 's a boy I know who likes to get fucked by his own father, and they let me take pictures of them once." My heart had nearly stopped I was so horny, I felt like I was about to explode, and Dave could see that. He inched over and breathed into my ear, "that really turns you on, doesn't it, Dan?" Oh god yes, I managed to say. He showed me more pictures as he slowly took off my clothes and then his own, and then he invited me to do all those things I wanted to do, all those things I needed to do, as if he were my own father. "Go ahead Dan, lick your daddy's bunghole if you want. Take your daddy's cock in your mouth, and then bend over for daddy." For hours I indulged in every perverted, filthy, sick and twisted dream I had been having for years, pleasuring myself and Dave in more ways than either of us ever thought possible. When we were finally spent, I rode my bike home and immediately went to my room. Despite the hours of sick pleasure I had just enjoyed, I was starving for more, for even more perversion than I had just given myself. With Dave's cum still leaking from my sore bunghole, I jacked off one last time to the parting gift Dave had given me that afternoon. As I had wildly rimmed his hot, musky, hairy hole, he asked if I wanted to do that to my daddy."Yes, so much," I said. "Well dig your tongue in deep, you sick little fuck, 'cause that's as close as you're gonna get to your daddy's dick. He used to stick it up my hole all the time in the Army, but he hasn't done it to me in twenty years...."