Date: Wed, 28 May 2014 14:09:23 -0700 (PDT) From: Jason Fowler Subject: Phone Sex With Daddy - Chapter Eight 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. ***Special Author's Note: I want to thank everyone for all of the feedback I've been receiving. At the end of Chapter Two I asked for recommendations and I am happy to say that one of those has been answered in the following story. I knew this time was coming, but I had to wait until my characters were ready for such an act. I hope everyone enjoys this, and a special dedication to everyone who has waited for this moment.*** "Yes, it was a deep pain, but he didn't say much. He cried for the longest time and I just held him." He said and it caused my chest to tighten just knowing my friend was in that kind of pain. "I'm sure he will talk to you when the time is right. He trusts you." "I need to explain." We both jerked at the unexpected voice. There stood Ben in just a pair of shorts. His eyes were rimmed in red and his hair was ruffled. His look was one of pain just as I had suspected. It was heartbreaking. "I need to explain to both of you." He said. ****************************** PHONE SEX WITH DADDY – CHAPTER EIGHT "Ben, this is a private matter between you and Jeremy." My father said standing to his feet. "No, sir. It isn't." Ben replied flatly and walked over to the couch. I moved over and sat beside him unsure of what I should really do. "Please, don't call me sir." My dad said with a smile. "Call me Robby." "I don't mean any disrespect, Sir...I mean Robby." Ben said and a little grin tipped up the corners of his mouth. That was a good sign at least. "I was just raised that way." "I understand," Dad said. "But please, just Robby." "Okay." He said and then I took his hand. He interlaced our fingers and squeezed tightly before looking over at me. "You don't have to tell me anything." I said. "I know, but I need to tell someone and it needs to be you and Robby." My father sat down on the other side of Ben and he put his hand on his back. "You're going to think I am such a wimp." He began. "I've known I was gay since the first time my cock got hard. But I've also always known that my father was a homophobe." Instantly his hand tightened even more on mine and began rubbing his forearm with my other hand. My dad stroked his back softly both of us trying to comfort him. "He has always been hard on me. I don't mean just always hard trying to get me to do better. That I would understand. No. I mean he has gone out of his way to be mean, cruel, and sometimes even evil to me." Ben's voice broke and he paused. "Oh Ben..." I said. "No, I need to finish." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. We waited patiently. "My father is not a good person, but I've always known that one day I could be rid of him. And then earlier. When we were upstairs. When I saw the love and passion between the two of you - something inside of me broke. "It's not that I ever want that kind of a relationship with him. I have never given any thought to him in that way. But to see how much your Dad loves you, Jeremy. I wanted just a moment of some kind of love from a father." My eyes prickled at the edges as I saw how deeply his wounds truly ran. "I don't know what to do. I'm not ashamed of who I am, but I am scared. When he finds out..." He hung his head again before then looked up directly into my eyes. "Oh God, Jeremy. When he finds out he will kill me." He crumbled into my arms. I had no idea what do say. I felt my own heart breaking into a thousand pieces. "Ben. Listen to me." Dad spoke, but his voice was very thick. "Some people are colored because of the way they were raised. They take on the thoughts of the people around them. It has been my experience that most of the time any one individual person doesn't do a lot of individual thinking. And then, even if they did, they wouldn't tell anyone." Ben looked over at my Dad and stared as if he had never thought of such a thing. "Now, I'm not excusing what he has done. No one has the right to be cruel or evil to anyone else, but especially not their own child. What I am saying is don't discount what he may or may not think of you without actually talking to him." "You...you think I should talk to him?" Ben asked as he pulled away from me a little. "I think you should take some time to think about it. That way you can know for sure. You will know when the time is right." I wrapped my arms around Ben and hugged him very tightly. He wrapped his around me too. "I'm always here for you, Ben." I said. "I know baby." He said. Just hearing that made me feel better. My Dad stood up and walked away before turning back. "I'm going to make some lunch." "I could eat a horse! That sounds delicious." Ben said. "Well, we're all out of horse at the moment. How about burgers and tater tots?" Dad said and I had to laugh. "Sounds better than horse!" I said as Dad disappeared around the corner and Ben pulled me into him again. He laid back so we were cuddled on the couch together. My head was laying on his bare chest as his hand stroked up and down my back lightly. "Thank you." He finally said. I lifted my head to look into his eyes. The deep pools of blue were beautiful. I could really fall in love with this man. "You're welcome. I am always on your side." I said and kissed his chest before laying my head back down. That afternoon we all ate way too much and then settled in front of the television for a few movies. We agreed Ben would spend the night. That night after the last movie was over and the sun had gone down we all went to bed in Dad's big king size bed. But it was several hours before we actually fell asleep. Dad and Ben both took turns at both of my ends and I took every drop of cum their balls had. As I drifted off to sleep that night fully satisfied I realized how magical the situation really was. ****************************** Warmth. That is what I remember. I was warm and safe. Nothing outside of that mattered. Something moved just behind me and I felt myself shifting. I was still warm, but not as warm. Finally the bed shifted again as the haze of sleep slid away. I rolled over and saw the first glow of the morning sun striking the shades. I rubbed my eyes and watched Ben walk into the bathroom. I smiled and turned back over listening. I heard him flush and then the water running before the door opened again. I waited and waited but he didn't return to the bed. Finally I rolled over again and he wasn't there. I slowly slipped from my Father's arms and climbed out of bed carefully so I didn't disturb him. I walked out into the hall, still naked. Unembarrassed as Ben had seen all there was to see and so much more. Still no sign of him. I walked down stairs just as he was about to open the front door with his bag in his hand. "Not going to say goodbye?" I asked. He turned around startled when he heard my voice. "I didn't mean to wake you up." He said setting the bags down and walking over to the staircase. He must have just noticed my state of undress because he looked me up and down and then grinned when he found my eyes again. I felt the need to wrap my arms around myself, but then realized that was foolish. "Why are you sneaking out in the middle of the night?" I asked. "Technically it is not the middle of the night considering it is seven o'clock." "You know what I mean." "I do." He sighed before scrubbing his left hand through his hair and then looked at me again. "I left you a note. I have been thinking about what your Dad said and I think I need to talk to my parents. I need to tell them the truth. They deserve that. I deserve that." He said after a short pause. "I agree. You do deserve that." I reached out and took him in a hug. "Call me soon, and let me know. We are always here for you." "Thanks." He said and then pulled my face to his and kissed me. It was a deep, soul-searing kiss that lasted for precious long seconds. His lips were soft and firm, perfectly moist as they moved across mine and nipped at me slightly. His hands held me tight as I pulled him closer to me. Then he pulled back and we both gasped. Damn, that boy could kiss. "I will be back very soon." Then he gave me another quick kiss on my nose and let me go. He moved over and picked up his bags again. I smiled when he turned back around. "Be careful." "Always. Oh and Jeremy?" He said opening the door and turning back after walking through it. "Yeah?" "I love you." He said and closed the door not waiting for my reaction. I stood there motionless and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. My big, strong, jock, best friend just told me he would be back and that he loved me. He loved me! Jubilation burst inside of me as I stormed back up the stairs. I was ecstatic. I was in love with two men and they both loved me. Everything was perfect. I walked back into the bedroom and found my father still asleep. I looked at the clock and it was indeed shortly after seven. With today being Sunday Dad would have the entire day off. I was excited about that. Then I suddenly remembered. Dylan was supposed to take me out today. I felt a twinge of regret, and thought about cancelling. But, he was too nice and such a great guy. I needed to let him down gently. We could go out to eat and talk, and I could let him know that I'm already involved with someone. Right? I still had to tell Dad. I crawled back into bed and began kissing him all over his beautiful face. His stubble was thick just in one day, and it scratched erotically at my lips, chin, and cheek as I kissed him. Finally he woke up after taking a lot longer than it should have. His groggy expression was pretty sexy. "You're insatiable." He said pulling me to him and resting his head on my chest just above the plump tit. My cock shot to full mast. He closed his eyes and sighed content to just lay there. I was perfectly fine with feeling him on top of me for as long as he wanted to stay there. "Daddy?" I began softly. "Yes baby." He said not moving. "I need to talk to you." He looked up with one eye open and then closed it. "Where's Ben?" "He just left." "Left?" He said raising up quickly. "Was he okay?" "Yes, calm down Stud." I said smoothing my hand over his face. "He said he had thought about what you said and needed to go talk to his parents." "Oh God, I hope he's okay." His concern was touching. Then he looked back at me and leaned down to kiss me. "I want to start everyday kissing you, Son." "Well, I won't complain." I giggled and kissed him again. "So, what's up?" "I am supposed to go see...a friend...today." I hoped he didn't notice the short pause I tried to cover. His expression said he didn't miss anything, but he didn't say anything either. "Okay. Something you need help with?" "No, just catching up." I said, and he let it go at that. That was one thing about my Dad that was wonderful. He would always wait until I was ready to talk. "Now, how about we do something about this?" I said reaching down grasping his semi-hard cock. He groaned and rolled until I was on top of him. "You wore your old man out last night, Baby. I'm going to have to get Viagra to keep up with you." He said through a laugh. I knew he didn't need Viagra because I could feel him plumping up already. "Baby. Wait. I need to go pee." Then it happened. We both looked at each other and knew it. I moved off of him and he climbed out of the sheets as we both walked into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower and he moved directly in front of me. Then he stopped. "I...I can't." He said. "Yes, you can." "Jeremy. I cannot do this. I can't degrade you like this." He said and then turned to the commode. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "It is not degrading. Can it be? Yes, of course. But Daddy..." I purposely drove to the core. "This can be such an intimate act." "How?" He asked. I saw his conscience warring in his eyes. "How can the act of pissing on you possibly be intimate?" "Have you ever done that with anyone else?" "No, I have never done it with anyone." "Then it would be a very private thing between only you and me. Something that we share only with each other." I spoke softly but looked directly into his eyes. My heart was beating rapidly and I felt my mouth grow very dry. I was so nervous opening up like this, but I couldn't see ever denying my father anything. He would be the only one I could trust this with. I wanted to impart the importance of this moment. Who knew if or when it would happen again? "But, it's so nasty." He said turning back toward me. "How can anything that we consider so intimate be nasty?" I asked in barely a whisper. My new confidence surprised even me. I was emboldened to show my Father just how much I loved him. I kneeled down in the tub. He turned and stood directly in front of me again. Then he grasped his cock and pinched the head. I took a deep breath preparing myself for what was to come. I knew I was ready for it. I couldn't chicken out now. I watched as he moved his hand down slightly and the slow stream began. From the very first second that the warm liquid splashed across my thigh we were both hooked. Here I was, his only son, kneeling in front of him practically begging for him to give to me what he had never given to anyone else. The weight of the moment was not lost. Neither of us spoke. The only sound was the sound of his urine streaming now down my body. He moved higher as the golden stream now struck my stomach and then moved up to my tits. It was a steady flow now and my cock was rock hard. He stopped just at my neck and I looked at him. He couldn't do it. I saw it in his eyes – he could not make that final move. I don't know if it was the fact that he just truly couldn't bring himself to do it or if he needed to see that I was a true participant in this act. Whatever it was I boldly gave it to him. I leaned forward and opened my mouth. He wasn't breathing. It all happened so fast. I heard his incredibly animalistic groan as I closed my lips around his still pissing cock head. My mouth was quickly filling with the bitter fluid. I needed him to watch this. I looked up and as soon as his eyes met mine I swallowed. "Dear God in Heaven. Jeremy." I then very lightly teased my tongue on the underside. "Fucking shit!" He grabbed my head as he almost fell face first into the tub with me. I moaned as his stream kept going. I grabbed his ass and held him steady as I drank from his tap. I felt his cock growing harder but the stream still continued. I teased with my tongue again. "Don't do that!" He yelled. The acoustics reverberated back so it sounded even louder. I felt his piss stop and he thrust into my mouth three times before he erupted in a massive load of cum. After he finally found control of himself and he stopped raping my mouth I moved back. "Wow!" I gasped. The taste of his piss and cum still very fresh in my mouth. Dad pulled me up and turned the water to the shower on. The cold water stung as it shot out of the showerhead. It was quick to warm up, but the first bite of the cold was harsh. I felt my dad wrap himself around me completely as he grabbed the body wash and squirted a large dollop in his hand. Then he slowly began washing my body. He spent his time make sure I felt his warm hands moving on me. The warm water helped his hands glide as the soap was just enough to keep things slick. He turned me around so my back was to his front and he leaned down until his mouth was just beside my ear. He took the wet lobe into his mouth and began licking and nibbling on it. His hand found my hard cock and began soaping away all of the remnants of the act we had just performed. "I love you so much, Jeremy." He whispered as I began thrusting into his hand. His right fist encompassed my throbbing erection as his left one moved between my tits. There was so much water, so much soap, and so many emotions in that shower it was overwhelming. I pumped my hips as his hands worked. I was fucking my Dad's hand as he continued to reassure me of his love and torture my nipples. I wrapped my arms up around his neck, opening my body up completely to him in a somewhat awkward stance that felt incredible. I felt the rush beginning at my toes. I tried to breathe to prolong the incredible feeling, but when you're wrapped in a muscle bear you tend to just let go. Trust me. I thrust harder into Dad's fist and I felt him tightening his grip even more. I moaned and his teeth sank into my neck. The pleasurable pinch was all it took. My cum jetted out of me with such a force Dad had to hold me steady. The spurts splashed against the tile of the shower and we both watched as it began streaking down the wall. I turned around and saw the emotion in his eyes. I hadn't realized how much I needed that moment. "I needed that more than I realized, Baby." He said echoing my thoughts. "I love you so much, Dad." "I love you too, Son." He pulled me against him and kissed me softly on the lips. We both stepped out of the shower a few minutes later and wrapped ourselves in towels. ****************************** Two hours later I pulled into the parking lot of a small Mexican restaurant and saw Dylan's car. I drove over and pulled in beside him. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. He did have a beautiful face. Much different than my own. I mean, I am cute, but he is classically beautiful. Like someone that might have posed for a Renaissance painting or walked a high-name fashion runway in Milan. I stepped out into the warm afternoon sun. Being so late in the year it was my favorite time of year. The mornings and evenings were cool, days were warm, and the nights were cold. Autumn truly is the best. I met him at the back of our vehicles and he took my hand in his. It was a nice gesture, but something felt wrong. It didn't feel like when my Dad touched me or when Ben held my hand. I instantly thought about Ben and silently prayed he was doing okay. We walked into the restaurant and were seated immediately. We ordered our drinks – sweet tea, of course. Then we ordered queso dip and our entrees. The food was delicious and I ate probably more than I should have. But who can resist creamy cheese dip? We talked all through the meal, but nothing heavy. Things were good, and his smile always melted my heart a little bit. "Thank you for the meal," I said when we walked back outside. "I really should head home." "Already?" Dylan said checking his watch. "I was hoping we could spend a little more time together. "I don't know." I said really just wanting to get home and call Ben. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I had a very uneasy feeling and just hearing his voice would definitely help ease the situation. "Come on." Dylan smiled at me and softened his eyes. It was a look I'm sure got him whatever he wanted. "How about if we just go downtown and watch the sunset while we have some hot chocolate?" That sounded innocent enough. Then once the sun was down I could go home. I tried to find the courage to let Dylan down but I was a huge chicken. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. We walked a few blocks downtown and settled outside at a corner bistro. He ordered a Frappuccino and I ordered a large much of hot chocolate. It was perfect for the cool evening. When the drinks came I dipped my spoon a few times letting the dollop of whipped cream melt down into the warm cocoa. I reached over and grabbed the cinnamon shaker on the table and sprinkled the top. Then I lifted my mug and took a sip. I looked over and saw Dylan smiling at me. Then he reached over the small table and ran his thumb across my upper lip. When he pulled it away I saw the small dot of cream that had been on my lip. I didn't say a word and sucked in a shocked breath when he put his thumb in his mouth and tasted the cream. "Delicious." He said in a deep timbre. It was like something out of a stupid movie, but it touched me on more levels than I'd like to admit. We finished our drinks while we still kept making eyes at each other and watching the sunset. The quiet between us was comfortable and peaceful. When my drink was empty and darkness had overtaken the sun we stood up. I felt a shiver run down my spine and he pulled his arm around me to help warm me as we walked. We arrived back at our cars and walked between them. "Thank you again." I said. I really needed to just let him down now before I made it worse for either of us. All I had to do was just tell him. I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves. I looked up and saw his beautiful face. "I should leave." I said. My mind screamed `COWARD!' I felt my own cheeks warming into a blush as I saw him look at his watch again. "One more thing." He said before taking my chin between his fingers, and pushing me up against my car. His lips landed on mine and he kissed me with such a fierce passion I couldn't think. I know that sounds stupid, but I really couldn't think! All of my earlier thoughts of letting him down, Ben, my Dad, the meal, and watching the sunset over hot chocolate. It all disappeared when he kissed me. He started lightly when he teased my lips with his tongue, but I wasn't having any of that and I hungrily sucked his tongue into my mouth. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as he teased his tongue across my teeth and my own tongue. I felt my lungs burning in need for oxygen, but for some reason I couldn't remember how to replenish them. I was melting. He pulled back and I gasped actually having to bend over and put my hands on my knees to keep from falling. My entire head was swimming. I had no idea what the hell had just happened. Everything flooded back. The kiss was hot, it was magical even, it was everything it should have been in another time and place. The only problem? It wasn't Ben. "I have to go." I said without looking back. I opened my door, jumped inside, started my car and pulled away. I barely remember him knocking on the window before I pulled off. I was out in traffic heading home before I realized it. My emotions were in a whirlpool. I could not continue this. Not when I had my Father, Ben, and even Coach John. Who the fuck did I think I was? Maybe it had been a mistake to let emotions in on any of this? Maybe I should have just kept my mind focused on the pleasure and in the moment. I pulled up outside of my house and turned off the engine. I sat there for a few minutes trying to gather myself. I knew exactly what I needed to do. I needed to talk to my Dad. He would know what to do. He loved me and I loved him and he would always point me in the right direction. I opened the door and noticed all of the lights were off in the house. I also noticed that parked at the end of the yard was Ben's truck. Maybe they were asleep already? Would they be? Why was Ben here? I opened the door and found that every single light in the house appeared to be off. That was incredibly unusual for Dad. Even when we slept there was a light or two on somewhere in the house. I listened and heard silence. Creepy. Eerie. Silence. I walked into the kitchen and heard a light groan and smelled something metallic. It was nothing pleasant at all. I heard breathing and fear gripped me. I reached over and found the light switch. I took a deep breath afraid of what I might find and then flipped the switch. What I had expected was no where near what I found. Light bathed the room and it took a few seconds for my vision to come into focus. At the table in a pulled out chair sat Ben. He was bloody and bruised and tied up with a gag in his mouth. There was blood everywhere. I ran over to him and felt his neck and found a strong thread of pulse. Relief washed through me as I bent to untie the gag and then his hands. "Ben?" I said but he wasn't with me. I shook his shoulders and finally he saw me. "Jeremy! Oh God! Jeremy I'm so sorry." He said before leaning forward into my chest. "Sorry for what? What happened to you?" I asked. I bent down to my knees and untied his feet. "My father. He did all of this." He motioned around the room but I focused on him. "He hates me. Said he'd kill me." His words were strangled and weak. I looked up into his eyes. "Are you okay?" His face was horribly bruised, but I couldn't see any fresh blood or broken limbs. I pulled him against me and turned my head on his shoulder thankful I found him alive. Then I saw them. Shoes. At the end of the kitchen I saw a pair of shoes sticking out around the island in the middle. Blood was streaked all along the floor to the shoes. Paralyzing fear swept through my entire body. I knew those shoes. Oh my God. I moved away. "No." I whispered as I slowly crept closer not wanting to see, but having to know. There he laid across the floor. Blood pooled around him in horribly dreadful amounts. The metallic smell grew stronger as I leaned down and tears flooded my eyes. I blinked so they rolled down my cheeks. My mouth quivered and I felt the flood of tears again. "Dad. No. Please. Daddy." I whispered again and finally touched him. He was cold. Too cold for me. He had always been so warm and loving and now here he laid cold and bloody on my kitchen floor. I moved my hand to his neck. Fearful dread taking hold of my throat and not letting go. I couldn't breathe. Then I felt it. It wasn't very strong, but I felt it. He was alive. A weak pulse thrummed against my fingers sporadically. "Oh God! Daddy! Don't leave me!" I almost screamed as Ben knelt down beside me. He shoved the phone at me and I took it. It was slick from the blood on my hands but I dialed 911. Two rings and they answered. "Help me! My father is dying!" ****************************** TBC? 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