Date: Sat, 24 May 2014 07:11:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Fowler Subject: Phone Sex With Daddy - Chapter Six Hey Guys, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales are entirely coincidental. This work is owned exclusively by the author and cannot be copied, republished, or used in any way without the author's written consent. Enjoy. "Hey Daddy." "Mmmmmm. I love hearing your voice calling me Daddy." His voice came through the phone like liquid. "What are you doing baby?" "I'm laying here underneath Ben." I said. Ben snapped his head back and stared at me with big eyes. "Yeah, I just gave him the best blowjob he's ever gotten." I added and watched his mouth drop open. PHONE SEX WITH DADDY –CHAPTER SIX "Oh you did?" My father asked. "Put me on speaker phone." I did as he said and then Ben and I both heard. "Ben are you there?" "Yes, sir." It was barely a whisper. "My boy sucks a mean cock doesn't he?" Ben's eyebrows shot up and I could see the confusion that was quickly melting into lust. I stroked his face and whatever reservations he seemed to have were suddenly gone. "Yes, he does sir." "Please, stop calling me sir." My father said and we all chuckled. "Now, you're going to have to help your old man out Jeremy. What's our young friend look like?" "Well, he has very deep blue eyes that turn much darker the hornier he gets. Any model would be jealous of his facial features, and his body. Oh Daddy, his body is like a wonderful play ground." I said running my hand down his chest as Ben stared at me unable to speak. "He sounds magnificent Jeremy." "Oh and his cheeks turn a light red when he gets embarrassed. Like right now." I chuckled and he put his forehead on my chest. It was cute the way he was blushing under my praise for his features. "Stop embarrassing the poor boy, Jeremy." "Sorry." I said. "His chest is strong and has a small amount of hair spreading across his pecs. He works out a lot to stay in shape for football, so his stomach is toned, but he doesn't have a six pack..." "I like to eat." Ben finally broke his silence and then laughed. "This is crazy, dude. It's your father." "Don't let me spoil the fun." We both heard Dad say and I raised an eyebrow at Ben in question who shrugged his shoulders. He was still laying on top of me. "Ben's cock is his pride and joy, Daddy." "They usually are son." He said as Ben flexed his hard cock against me. "It's almost as big as yours." I said and then Ben's face snapped up at me again. "You know what your dad's cock looks like?" "Not only that, but I can tell you the quality of blowjob you just received from my son." "Wait. Wait. Wait. Are you telling me that you've..." He stopped and looked at me like I had never seen before. Deep inside of me my stomach clenched and I was afraid that whatever I was trying to construct here in this moment was about to be ripped apart and I would have the fragments laying around me. I couldn't find the words that I was looking for. I couldn't find a real thought anywhere beyond the fear that was slowly creeping up my spine with an icy prickle. "Ben." Somewhere just on the edges of the fog I heard it. My father's voice. "Ben?" "Yes?" "Calm the fuck down." The divergence of his tone from the words was enough to shock me back into reality. I saw the look on Ben's face too. He started laughing. It started as a light chuckle that quickly grew into a full belly roll. I am still not sure if it was the absurdity of the situation or the realization of what was happening, but whatever it was I was thankful for it. "Are you okay?" I whispered to him when he finally seemed to calm down. "No, I'm horny as fuck!" His countenance darkened and I saw the lust swimming in his eyes again. I felt the way he was beginning to grind into me again. "Jeremy, reach down and grab Ben's cock." My father's voice smooth again like velvet. I reached between us and felt the hard length of his cock. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." My teammate moaned when I tightened my grip tightly around him. "That's my boy." Dad said. "Now, guide him into that sweet pussy of yours." I felt Ben shift enough that I could roll my legs back up. We both felt the tip come into contact with my sensitive pucker. "That's it, tease yourselves." Dad continued. We both moaned as I ran the tip all around the rim before positioning it right at my entrance. "Just the tip." "Oh fuck, Baby. Tease my big dick." "That's it, Ben. Jeremy loves that dirty talk." "Yeah?" He asked looking down at me. I felt my cheeks warm up and I nodded slowly. "Looks like I'm not the only one who blushes." He laughed and I heard my dad chuckle. "I'm going to drive this cock deep into your tight pussy until you're screaming for your Daddy." He said as he pulled his cock out. We all moaned and I knew what was coming. "Drive that big jock cock up my son's pussy ass!" Dad said louder and I felt my body shiver from just the words. Ben lined himself up and then I felt him pushing inside of me. I groaned so loud and that only seemed to drive him even more. I placed the cell phone, still on speaker, over on the bedside table. "Fuck that sweet ass, Ben." My father's voice was a husky timbre and that drove us even higher. Finally I felt Ben's hips against the curve of my bottom. He looked into my eyes and then kissed me deeply. The fierce possession of my lips was magical. I tightened the grip I had on his biceps as he started to withdraw and then slide back inside of me. "Turn over on your stomach." Ben said. "Jeremy, get on all fours." My father said and I saw Ben's eyes light up. He pulled out of me with a very loud pop that had my father groaning through the phone and I was growing ever more aroused by the second if that was possible. I felt Ben grasp my hips and hold me very still. His grip was tight and I loved it. I felt the tip of his cock teasing against my ass again and I pushed back desperate for him. "Ah, my bitch is hungry for this big cock huh?" Ben said. I whimpered. I actually whimpered! "He's always a hungry bitch for dick." My father was fueling this fire that was burning deep inside of me. "Oh God!" Ben cried out as he sank completely inside of me in one quick thrust. "Fuck yes Jeremy! Take my fuck stick!" "MMMMMMMMM" I could only moan. I gripped the sheets and pushed back against him wanting him deep inside of me. "I can't wait `til we get home." He said as he began an even rhythm moving with me. "You're going to be a good bitch aren't you Jeremy?" "Mmmhmmm." I moaned around a mouthful of sheet. "Good boy." He praised. "When we get home I'm going to watch you suck your own father's cock as I breed this pussy again." I felt my eyes roll back in my head as his words washed over me. I heard slapping through the phone confirming my suspicions my father was getting off on this too. "Fuck him, Ben. Make him feel it!" My father's voice came loudly as I heard the quicker breathing. "Fuck me baby!" I screamed. "I want that thick jock seed straight up my ass. Jeremy leaned down across me so his front was reclined on my back. He reached under me and grabbed both of my nipples. We both groaned loudly as my ass tightened around him. I heard the bed beginning to slap the wall as his movements became much more animalistic. "I can't stop." I cried out. It was just too much. The feeling of him inside of me, the attention to my nipples, the lack of an earlier orgasm, and the fact that all of this was part of an incredibly twisted session of phone sex with my Daddy was too overwhelming. I screamed loudly as thick ropes shot straight out of my cock and up across the bed. If I had been on my back it may have even reached the ceiling. My ass clamped down on Ben. "Fucking break my cock with that tight ass!" He screamed and I felt him shiver. "Tight pussy!" His voice was deep and thick as he continued to fuck his load deep into me as my wave of orgasm washed over both of us. "Daddy's cumming, boys!" We heard and then his loud, deep moans came through the phone. Ben pulled my hair back so I was face to face with him still buried deep inside me. We listened to my father's pleasure as he kissed me again. "You're so fucking hot and beautiful, Jeremy." He whispered in my ear. It was a beautiful private moment between us as Dad's orgasm seemed to finally subside. "Boys that was fantastic." He said and we both smiled at each other still neither of us moving. Ben glanced over at noticed the time. "I'm going to take a shower." He said as he kissed me quickly and then pulled out of me with a squishing noise. "I'll be right there." I said and then motioned to the phone. He nodded with a grin and I watched his beautiful round ass bounce with every step he took as he walked into the bathroom. "Jeremy?" Dad's voice was closer to normal now. I pressed the button to take him off speaker phone and held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I rolled onto my side. My ass was still tingling and I didn't want to risk soiling the sheets with the healthy load Ben had just deposited. "Yeah Dad, it's just me." "That was incredible." "It's because you're so damn hot. Even when we're separated you still make me cum like no one else." I smiled. "Who else has been making you cum?" He asked with a laugh. "Fair enough." I conceded. "Jeremy, listen. I spoke with your mother today. She came by here and packed all of her things up and has officially moved out. I know the news should have shocked me or at the very least saddened me especially considering the extreme high I was still on, but it didn't. I guess somewhere deep down I had been expecting it and the first thoughts through my mind were, `I figured this was coming.' "That's okay, Dad. Now, it'll be you and me." "We'll talk more about it when you get home." His voice was a little shaky at that comment. "I'll be home tomorrow afternoon." "Will Ben be bringing you home?" His tone was teasing, but it was a very good question. If Ben meant what he had said that would be a hot time, but I knew all too well what can happen when you get caught up in the moment and then regret it later. "I'll send you a text and let you know for sure." "Okay, try to get some sleep." He said and then we both said our goodbyes and hung up. As I climbed into the shower with Ben he was rinsing shampoo out of his hair. When he felt the cold air he turned and saw me. His smile melted something inside of me and we spent the next few minutes cleaning each other's bodies meticulously. That night, after I had confirmed with Dad that Ben would indeed be bringing me home, Ben pulled me against his warm, naked, and still damp body. I smelled the spice of the soap he had brought with him on his flesh as we both drifted to sleep wrapped up tightly in each other in our sleeping bed as Ben had called it. ****************************** Early the next afternoon I sat on the bus with my head laid back against the seat. Ben sat to my left and I could hear him softly snoring. This morning's practice had been the most intense session we had had in quite a while. I completely avoided even looking at Coach John. He had set the board for these games and I hated that we had to play them, but I am not one to back down from any fight. Was this a fight? The thought caught me off guard. I didn't want to fight. I felt a solid vibration in my pocket. I opened my eyes and noticed that my teammates in all of the surrounding seats were all asleep just like Ben. I pulled my vibrating phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. Dylan. I suddenly remembered I hadn't called him back. I felt bad instantly and then answered the phone. "Hello?" "There you are." His voice was cheerful and the regret pinched at me. "Hey Dylan. I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to call you back. I had a football camp this weekend." "Oh, no problem. I debated whether I should call you back so soon or not, but I can't stop thinking about you." The warm, fuzzy feeling I'd always read or heard about was now centered in my chest. It was so weird. "I was a little worried when you didn't call back, but now I know." "Yeah, it was just this camp." "Oh, are you at camp now? I didn't mean to bother you." Wasn't he the sweetest? "No, actually I'm on the bus heading home." "Oh good. So you have a minute? I have something I've been wanting to ask you." Excitement shot through me. Just to know that he had been thinking about me was enough to warm me inside and out. The image of him washed through my mind. His face lit by the last rays of sun that evening we had watched the sun set. He was gorgeous and here he was thinking of me! "What's been on your mind?" I asked turning a little away from Ben so I didn't wake him. That would be an awkward conversation to have right in front of him. "I was wondering if I could take you out again? If you don't have any plans for tomorrow I thought we could do something. Of course, if you do have plans that's fine too, and maybe we can do it another day. But then I was thinking..." "Dylan?" I cut him off. "Yeah?" He asked and I could hear the nerves in his voice. "Stop rambling." I said and he chuckled with me. "I guess I do that sometimes. Especially when I'm talking to such a sexy guy." I almost actually swooned. This guy was almost unbelievable I thought with a huge smile on my face. "I probably shouldn't have said that out loud." He added when I didn't say anything. "Oh, I was just thinking the same thing about you." "Stop it, you're making me blush." He said and then burst into laughter and I couldn't help but join in. "I would love to go out tomorrow." "Great, then it's settled. Text me your address and I will pick you up tomorrow morning." "It will be easier if we just meet somewhere. Unless you've been to my house, it's kinda hard to find, even with directions and GPS." He agreed and we decided on the time and location before hanging up. I never understood the phrase `walking on sunshine' before, but this had to be close to it. A smart, gorgeous guy interested in me? Seemed almost too good to be true. I shook Ben awake when the bus pulled into the school parking lot. Once we parked we departed off of the bus and then stood in line to get our bags. I noticed off to the side, across the fully crowded parking lot of teammates and their families, our coaches were talking to each other. I caught Coach John's eye and held his gaze for almost a full minute. Right there, with all of those people, for just a moment, we were alone. A knowing look on his face, I still saw something beneath his hard exterior. Something was up with him and I was determined to find out what it was. I hoped he heard Ben and me last night, and I don't think it would be possible for him not to. Then, all too soon, the moment was broken. "Ready to go?" Ben asked breaking me out of the stare down with Coach. I looked down and he had my bag and his both in one hand. I extended my hand to take my bag and he just looked at me. He leaned down to whisper so no one else would hear. "I've got the bags, Baby. I don't want you too tired because I have plans for you." The grin that stretched across his face could only be described as possessive, and I loved it. I laughed but turned with him toward his truck. When we got in he made a quick phone call even before he started the engine. "Mom? Yeah... I just wanted to let you know I'm spending the night with a friend... Jeremy... Yeah... Yeah, his Dad will be there... Okay... Love you too... Bye." He hung up and then looked at me with a wiggle of his eyebrows and a huge grin on his face. I couldn't help but laugh. "She thinks we need to be chaperoned, huh?" I asked to confirm. "Oh if she only knew." He laughed and then started the engine. He reached over and wound his arm around my shoulders before pulling me flush against him. I looked around to see if anyone else was close by. "I told you, Babe. I don't care who knows. You're mine now." His? Did he mean that? What a concept. I decided to put that on the backburner for now. We had a full afternoon ahead of us. A full night too if I had my way. ****************************** TBC? 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