Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. As the title suggests, this story has some strong incest themes, but no actual relations between family members.
Thanks to the writers who inspired this one: a4f101, Habu, Bad Dad, and others. And thanks to the readers who've emailed me.
Daddy Issues 12
It was Josh's birthday and Ryan had a big grin on his face all night. 26 years. Ryan teased him that he was entered his late 20s now. The evening had started off with a gathering of Josh's friends. He'd neglected time with them occasionally, now that he'd paired up with Ryan, but it was great to be back with them, celebrating the occasion. Dinner, then drinks out.
When Josh and Ryan got home the older man popped open a bottle of champagne. "To my special man," he toasted.
The two made out on the couch, slow and gradually building up passion.
Finally, Josh couldn't take any more. "All right, what's this special present you've been promising all night?"
"Wait a minute."
Josh half expected him to come back stripped down and cock lubed up. Instead Ryan had a gift wrapped box in his hand. "I had to pull a few favors to get this."
Josh unwrapped feverishly and opened the box. Inside was a dildo of impressive size. He looked up quizzically.
"It's your father. Your biological dad. Ever heard of the Plaster Casters?"
Josh shook his head no.
"They're groupies. Women who go around collecting impressions of famous men's dicks. Rock stars, politicians, sports guys. I get the feeling your father was proud to show off his endowment back in the day."
Josh was nearly breathless. Confused, turned on. "How do you know it's really his?" Carefully he picked it up, his fingers circling the firm latex staff, tracing the ridges of veins leaning up the side. Then circling the large tapered head.
"You kidding, Joshie? It's almost identical to yours kiddo."
Josh nodded. Same length, same girth, same veins and circumcision mark even. "Fuck!" he gasped. Looking up he searched for answers in Ryan's face.
"Just wanted you to know that it's OK. You've been pretending you're not lusting after your biological dad, but you don't have to. I'm not trying to take his place, Josh. Not in that way. What we got is pretty special. You don't have to choose."
Josh leapt into his lap and hugged him. Knocking him back in the process. Ryan laughed. "Easy there, Tiger. I take it you like the present."
"Hell yeah," Josh answered, holding up the magnificent phallus.
"Go ahead," Ryan urged. "Try it out."
"You mean?"
"Exactly. How long have you been wanting to suck his dick?"
"God, since I can remember."
"Well. Now's your chance."
Josh paused, hesitated.
"Should I leave you alone with him?" Ryan asked.
"No. I want you to watch," he announced, then plopped the head in his mouth. Rubbery taste, for sure, but that didn't deter him. He didn't push more in. Rather, his oral cavity opened up and practically sucked the substitute dick right in.
Ryan watched in horniness as the boy hoovered in a carbon copy of the penis that made him. His cocksucking technique was controlled but the kid was practically hyperventilating with lust.
"Easy Joshie," Ryan urged. "Easy, boy. You can take it. Take your Daddy Mike's cock. That dick made you, you know. Shot the semen that became you. How do you say thank you to Daddy Mike for that?"
Ryan's sex talk was adding to Josh's sex craze. He held the dildo base steady and started pushing in and out. Fucking his own throat with Mike Carter's dick. His father's dick.
Ryan's deep voice mantra continued. "That's it, son. Treat Daddy Mike right. Show him what you got. Hot cocksucking son giving thanks to his daddy. Thanks for raising you. Giving you his name. Taking you to little league. For being there at every high school game you played."
It was too much for Josh. He pushed the dick head back until it wedged in his throat and his body shook. Tears streamed from his eyes and he started shooting his load. Hands free, right into this briefs and jeans.
"Fuck!" he practically yelled after he finally extracted the dildo with a plop and a deep inrush of air.
"Jesus, Josh," Ryan said as he began peeling off his own jeans. "That was the hottest goddamned thing I've ever seen. You got enough left in ya to take care of Daddy Ryan now?" Crouching up with his fat prick poking up.
"Give me a sec," Josh said, catching his breath and gripping the spit coated hard rubber phallus in his hand.
"Dad," Josh said one night in bed, after they'd fucked and were enjoying the afterglow. "I'm going to join the recreational baseball league this summer."
Ryan leaned up, propping his upper body up with his arm. "Yeah? I didn't know you were that into baseball." This kid had a way of pleasantly surprising him.
"Whaddya mean? We've already been to 3 Mets games and the season's only a few weeks in."
"I thought you were just trying to make your Dad happy." Ryan worried he was forcing his baseball obsession on Josh, much like Mike had pushed the kid into football.
"Come on, I enjoy it too, Dad."
"And you wanna play, too? There are softball leagues, you know. Might be good for a beginner."
"I played a couple of seasons in high school, Dad. I know what I'm getting myself into. Besides, I want to challenge myself."
Ryan smiled but checked his enthusiasm. "Well, it's your thing and Dad's gonna butt out of it. I'll come to your games and cheer you on, of course. But that's it."
Josh realized the subtext and knew that Ryan was trying to be a different kind of Dad than Mike had been growing up. "Thanks, Dad. Only... well, I was hoping you could give me pointers, you know coach me a bit. I'm definitely rusty."
"If that's what you want, son. Yeah, I'd be honored."
Josh wasn't a star player or anywhere close. Unlike the softball leagues, the Metro baseball league was serious business. Pretty much all of the teammates had played in college and were good, real good. Josh managed to carry his weight enough to justify being on the team. But barely. He realized the guys were cutting him some slack for being a newbie, and Josh worked extra hard to get better. Ryan took the time to practice with him, both in hitting and catching, and helped Josh with his swing.
"You're getting there, son," he'd say as Josh connected with the ball in good form.
At first he felt odd being the only gay guy on the team, but unlike in high school and even college, it didn't seem to matter now. The guys were all laid back and this was recreational league. Besides, this was New York, and Josh was no longer an oddity that he felt like at Ohio State. Josh began to enjoy going out for drinks after the game as much as he enjoyed the games themselves.
"Hey Josh," one of the guys, Eric, said one Saturday, "Why don't you ever bring your boyfriend along? You embarrassed of him, or something?"
Wow, what a change from college, Josh thought. "It's not that," he answered. "You guys don't bring your girlfriends or wives along. Same thing."
"Not really. It's just us guys," Eric said. "Your man Ryan's a dude, so if he wants to come along, bring him."
Josh wasn't sure he agreed with the logic, but he nodded. "All right, I'll see."
"Did you say your guy played baseball?" another teammate, Matt asked.
"Yeah, professional actually."
"Really?" Eric said. "What team?"
"Giants mostly. Late 90s, early 2000s."
"It's not Ryan Miller is it?" Matt asked. Josh nodded. "Dude, you gotta bring him along next time."
Immediately Josh felt guilty. Ryan never bragged about his professional career, and here Josh was bragging about something that wasn't even his own accomplishment.
Ryan was gracious about it when Josh told him later that night. A little flattered even. "I'm happy my son wants to show his daddy off to his buddies," he said.
Ryan had another long business trip that summer. A trade show convention out West. Ryan was going to tack on a couple of days to visit his buddy Greg.
"I'll be gone a whole week, son," Ryan said. Then, adding, "you know what that means."
"You're gonna bring up that promise again?" Josh said. "You know you don't have ta..."
"Sure I do. I live up to my word. And I like having my boy happy."
"I AM happy Dad."
"Weren't you a little happier after you drained your jock balls inside that dude from the gym?"
"Yeah, it was great," Josh admitted. "But that kind of just happened."
"It just happened because you were open to it. Because I told you to be."
"You're right," Josh admitted. "And you want me to be open to it again."
"Bingo. We don't even have to have this conversation next time, Josh. Whenever your dad's gone for a week or more. Or you're away that long. You're free to have some no-strings fun."
"Yessir," Josh said, appeasing Ryan, but also inwardly wondering if he'd take advantage in a couple of weeks when the man was away.
Sure enough, Ryan had been gone four day when the opportunity arose, where Josh least expected it.
The guys on the team were out for drinks after a win. They were pumped, but Eric seemed particularly chummy. By the second round, the guy had practically cornered him over at a table in the otherwise deserted pub and was talking his ear off. Telling about his recent breakup with this girlfriend, how the sore point had been oral sex.
"You gay dudes have it lucky," Eric said. "You don't even have to buy your date dinner before getting head. Lisa wouldn't even reciprocate when I went down on her."
Normally it pissed Josh off when straight guys talked like this. It felt almost two-faced, and, after all, Josh had to put up with a lot of shit for being gay. And he'd had it better than others.
Still, Eric had a sincerity that grew on him. And he was starting to pick up on a vibe that Eric was hinting at more than girlfriend troubles. He was surprised, though, at what the guy said next.
"A buddy told me about Craigslist. How there are all these gay dudes willing to blow you, no strings attached." He lowered his voice. "So I tried it. Had the time of my life, dude. Hot guy, too, not some ugly dude. Sucked me off and I thought I was gonna lose my left nut I came so hard."
"Yeah?" Josh said, amused and admittedly a little turned on. Eric was one 23, a fit ex-stud, and cute, too.
"Damn straight. I wanted to go back on for a repeat. But I figured you don't know what kind of creeps or assholes are on there."
"You're probably right," Josh said. "You gotta be careful."
"Yeah. The experience did get me thinking, though." He stopped and looked Josh straight in the eye. "If I tell you something, Carter, will you promise not to tell anyone? Not a fucking soul?"
"I swear, man," Josh said. "Scouts honor."
"Well, dude, I've been playing a little. You know, at the backdoor. Ordered a couple of toys online. Beads and a dildo. Just exploring. But man, I hit something in there that made me shoot fireworks."
"Your P spot," Josh observed. Then seeing a puzzled look on Eric's face, he clarified, "your prostate. It's pure pleasure when it gets stimulated. Even better than your dick, or at least as good feeling."
"Yeah?" Eric asked, intrigued.
"It's why we gay dudes like to fuck," Josh said. "If you can relax enough to get a dick in there, it's like nothing else."
"I'll have to take your word on that," Eric said.
Josh didn't think too much of the conversation at the time, but the next day, at work it was all he could think about. It was day five of Ryan being gone and Josh was feeling super randy, even with a case of blue balls.
So come 4 pm, he took a chance and texted Eric. "Hey dude, I'm thinking of getting some take out and watching the Mets on TV tonight. Wanna come over and join me?"
He didn't get a response and already Josh felt silly. Eric wasn't looking for anything, it was just his horny imagination getting carried away. He had to let his dick stop doing the thinking for him.
Only a few minutes later, the phone buzzed. "Sounds great dude. What time?" Josh texted back a time and and address and around 7:00 Eric came around, wearing casual clothes and looking like a million bucks.
"Come in," Josh said, his face beaming a little at how hot his teammate looked at that moment. "Can I get you a beer?"
"Is the Pope Catholic?" Eric smiled. "Hey nice place."
"Thanks."
"You and your man's?"
"Ryan. Yeah, it's ours. He's away on business."
"Well I'm glad I can keep you company," Eric smirked. "Thanks for having me over."
Josh was definitely picking up a vibe but he didn't want to say too much or go too fast. "Sure thing. Hungry?"
"Yeah," Eric said but didn't look away or seem eager to move to the kitchen counter, where the food was.
It was like electricity drew Josh forward. Stepping up, putting his hands on Eric's waist. The man didn't flinch instead he nudged his face forward, to meet Josh's. They kissed, soft but sexual, for a long time. Josh's arms circled the younger man's waist while Eric's touched his.
"Fuck, that gave me a boner," Eric said.
"I've had a boner since you walked in," Josh said, grinding his crotch against his teammates.
"Nice." The two made out some more before Eric stopped and looked at Josh, a little concerned. "Dude, I don't wanna stop what we're doing, but I don't wanna fuck things up between you and Ryan either."
"We got an arrangement," Josh said.
"You mean...?"
"When he's away, I get to play."
"Damn, you gay guys do have it lucky," Eric laughed before meeting Josh in for another kiss. As they made out, Josh undid his shorts and pushed them down. In no time, his hands were playing with Eric's taut round smooth ass muscle. His fingers braved on and traced their way into this crack, which was dusted with a light fur.
"Oh God," the 23 year old urged. "That feels good. I've been hoping to find a dude like you. You know, to try things out with."
"Things?" Josh pressed.
"Something more than head."
"Too bad," Josh joked. "I give a mean blow job."
Eric laughed. "I may take you up on that, dude. But I was also hoping, thinking..."
"What bud," Josh muttered, kissing along Eric's neck, and up behind his ear, making him away of a sensitive spot he didn't know about.
"You know, that you could show me that P spot." Eric body shivered in lust as the words came out. He was crossing lines left and right lately.
"Take your cherry, huh?" Josh groaned. "I'd be honored bud."
The two made their way to the bedroom, where playfully they stripped.
"I never thought I'd be with a dude like this," Eric said. "But, hell, it's fun."
"With a body like you got, stud, every time should be fun. Do you know how hot you are?"
"Sometimes my girlfriends don't make me feel that way."
Josh pulled Eric down onto the bed, their nude bodies entwining, cocks rubbing. "You need to find girlfriends who do."
"Or maybe dudes," Eric said.
"Whatever floats your boat, man," Josh said before kissing Eric and rolling him over. Dominating the bi-straight dude with his weight and his aggression. Just kissing at first, bumping and grinding, working Eric up into a lust where he was ready for it.
"Put it in me," Eric finally said.
"Hold your horses, man," Josh urged. "We gotta take it slow. Open you up."
"Oh man, I don't know how much more I can take."
"We'll see," as Josh crawled down Eric's ripped bod, licking along his cock. He took the prick into his mouth and suckled it a little, not too much because he knew the man was primed to blast any minute. Backing off, he went lower, to the nuts, then around the sac, and lower even. He hoisted Eric's legs up and started eating him out.
"Aw Geez, that's so nasty, dude. Lick my fucking hole. Hot...."
Josh munched and savored the first guy to eat this stud out.
Now, feeling impatient, he teased the pucker with this finger, nudging it in. Virgin tight, all right. He reached over for some lube and squirted on enough to lube a gangbang trainfuck. Then he pushed his finger in. The hole drew tight but the finger squeezed past and popped in.
"Oh wow," Eric moaned. "Feels like one of my toys, but better." His assring dilated up and soon Josh had two fingers, frigging them in and twisting them around. Eric was giving shallow short breaths, accommodating Josh but also turned on. This jock pup was something else.
When he thought he'd done enough prep work, Josh rolled on a rubber. Another squirt of lube and he was nudging back at Eric's back entrance. Pressure, but not too much. And lots of reassuring caresses, sex talk, and kissing. Coaxing his teammate open. It worked. Josh's dick popped in to the tightest hole imaginable. So this is what virgin hole felt like! Greedily he pushed a couple more inches in, then stopped to let Eric accommodate them. Then he pulled back, almost to the entrance and fucked in again.
"Should I feel it yet?" Eric asked.
"Not yet, bud. Just relax. Let your buddy Josh take care of you."
"All right. You feel good in there. I thought it'd hurt."
"Not gonna hurt ya man, just relax."
"OK."
He worked the hole open and soon was outright fucking. The first time he shoved the whole stick in, Eric's cock when THWAP on his abs.
"Oh shit!" he cried.
"That's your P spot, buddy," Josh smiled and shoved in again, eliciting another cry from this fuck buddy.
"Oh God, that's incredible, do it again. Fuck me, dude."
Josh held on and fucked in, duplicating the angle that seemed to give Eric the most pleasure.
"God I'm gonna cum soon if you keep doing that."
Josh did it again. "Go ahead, bud. Grab your dick and go for it. I'm almost there myself."
"Yeah?" Eric cried. Eagerly he gripped his own cock, and started pulling energetically at it, matching the timing of Josh's fuck thrusts. "I'm gonna.... oh you're gonna... of fuck man!" His prick spurted as he had his first anal orgasm.
The very thought tripped Josh's wires. As he watched Eric spurt his seed, he fucked harder and felt his own prick start to discharge, filling up the condom to its full point.
As he removed and tied the rubber, Josh reflected that this was the only thing keeping it from being a perfect fuck. But going bare wasn't an option here. That was for Ryan.
The two showered up afterward, together, taking their time to soap other's body and sharing a few postcoital kisses. By the time they were toweled off and dressed again, they were famished. Josh turned on the Mets game and they ate dinner and had some well-deserved beers as they watched the game, 3 innings in progress.
By the time Eric left, it was like the straight dude teammate had returned. "Thanks Carter," he said as the game ended in the middle of the 9th. He'd gotten up and put his phone back in his pocket, checking to make sure he had everything before leaving. "I had a fun time."
"Yeah, me, too." Josh said. "See you Saturday?" The team's next game.
"Yeah, see you then, dude." And then he left.
As Josh put away the dishes and the bottles, he had to admit Eric was right. Gay dudes do have it lucky.
Ryan's heart beat heavy when he unlocked the condo door and walked in after being away.
"Joshie, I'm home."
Ryan set down his bags and made his way back the bedroom. Damn, a week. He was horny all right. Horny for his little hot fucker of a son, Josh. He'd sprayed extra cologne on, Mike Carter's cologne that had become his daily scent, too, now. He had a pair of cargo shorts, just like Mike's, he had slipped on commando, and flip flops. One of Mike's go-to T shirts was a beaten, stretched gray heather Broncos T. Ryan got one just like it, a size smaller even, so that the material stretched obscenely across his pecs and broad shoulders and daddy gut and made his biceps bulge out at the arm holes. To top it off, he had the same kind of Florida State baseball cap that Mike always wore.
Ryan was nervous but also felt transformed. In a way, he felt like Mike Carter, with Josh his real kid.
The boy was back in the bedroom, reclined on the bed, legs spread, wearing only a jock strap. He was showered and undoubtedly cleaned out, and between his legs he was shoving the Mike Carter dildo in and out of his loosened hole, getting it ready for Ryan.
"Miss me?" Ryan asked, in the best imitation of Mike's voice he could manage.
Josh was stunned. It was like he was looking at his biological father in the flesh and blood. Slight differences in their face, but the ball cap bill hung low, the brim just above the eyes, so the differences were minimal. Same height, same exact body, same clothes. Mike Carter was in his bedroom, ready to fuck him.
"Yessir," Josh huffed as he frigged his hole and watched his dad unzip. Out plopped a fat erection. Fatter than the one buried inside him but at that moment, in Josh's mind, it was identical. Original to copy.
Ryan kicked off the flip flops and stepped out of the shorts. His balls hung from his hard stalk, heavy but nearly drawn up. Juice leaked down his pole in heavy, thick streams. Josh had never seen his father drip like that. The precum was cascading down the heavy girth and right over the man's ball sac.
"A week's a long time, Joshie," Ryan said, still copying Mike. He stepped to the bed and crawled on. He met Josh in for a kiss. "Your dad's real horny," he growled as he reached down between Josh's legs and slowly pulled out the fake cock. "Why don't we get the real thing in ya, son?"
He lifted up Josh's legs and rested them on his shoulders. He took a second to run his fingers along the washboard stomach, feeling the ripples of muscle that had grown into large ridges of perfection. "Nice, boy," he said before reaching down to aim his prick.
Josh was already loosened and almost instantly his dad's cock buried itself in. It was the moment Josh had dreamed off for ages. His father fucking him. Bare, nothing in the way, just dad dick connecting to his exposed inner being. The ultimate in father-son bonding. Dad's balls felt sticky from the prelube as they touched Josh's ass crack. The man looked down on his boy from beneath the bill of his ballcap.
Josh couldn't hold back. Not even one full fuck thrust and Josh's prick started shooting hard. Soaked his jock pouch and the poured out like a young cum fountain. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cried as his body betrayed him. Just from being penetrated by this man, it was the ultimate in premature ejaculation.
Ryan checked himself but barely. He pulled back and shoved in. Hard. But Josh was in such a headspace it wasn't remotely rough to him. Then again. Ryan gave the hardest damn fuck he could muster, throwing all his gluteal and leg and flexor strength into each inward shove. But unlike before when it felt like domination, now it was something else. He felt a determination to live up to Mike Carter. The Mike Carter in this kid's head and the real Mike Carter. Ryan felt if he fucked with this kind of strength he would become the boy's real daddy.
So he did. Five more strokes and his orgasm was coming. Too long delayed, too worked up. Ryan leaned down and kissed Josh as his prick discharged a mega load deep inside the young man. The two made out through Ryan's intense orgasm, the man's big muscular body shaking, and after, as he came down to earth.
Finally Ryan leaned up, still wedging his prick into the boy, more slowly this time. "First one fast, the next one we're gonna take our time, OK?"
"Yessir," Josh said. He didn't want his dad to pull out. Ever. "Maybe we can do three in a row today, Dad. You know, go for the Gold?" His breath was heavy, and his body was trembling. He had never been turned on in his life.
Ryan grinned and looked down on his boy. He power drove his prick, nearly knocking the wind out of Josh but getting a twitch out of that young cock. His son's cock. "Deal," he said. "You're a Carter, all right," he added.