Daddy Issues

By Bill Drake - Laureate Author

Published on Nov 18, 2015

Gay

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 very strong incest themes, but no actual relations between family members.

Thanks to the writers who inspired this one, and thanks to the readers who've emailed me.

Daddy Issues

13

Josh was surprised at how extensively Ryan had stocked his wardrobe with the same or similar clothes to Mike Carter's. He still wore the clothes he always had though many of them struggled to accommodate his new bulk. At work he had the same dress clothes and business casual, with a couple of lookalikes of Mike's polo shirts thrown in the mix. Around the house, he still stuck to his favorite of mesh shorts and nothing else, which gave Josh a constant view of Ryan's new football-jock-like body and the full pelt of chest hair, which was if anything getting thicker and more flecked with silver.

All it would take to send Josh into a sexual frenzy was for Ryan to put on that Florida State ball cap. It was like watching Mike Carter appear before him, with a big broad furry chest and a giant hardon sticking up between spread power thighs. "Come sit on Daddy's cock," Ryan would say, in a voice very close to Mike's and Josh knew he'd shoot three loads before Ryan deposited that dad seed inside him.

The best though, was going out in public with Ryan dressed like Daddy Mike. Dinner. A Mets game. Walks in the park. Whatever. It made Josh proud to be paraded around with his dad. Proud to be by his side.

Ryan already had to order a new Broncos T shirt, cause the first one was soiled with Josh's cum stains. The second one was well on its way, too, he realized one night as Josh's prick dribbled out the second of his loads on it while slowing down his bounce.

The two uncoupled and Ryan stripped off. They made out in the shower. Ever since he'd fucked Eric, Josh decided he liked showering with another guy and he urged Ryan to do it at every opportunity. For Josh, showering Ryan it was even better, cause it gave him a chance to feel every inch of that giant dad-build, and to soap down all that body hair, till the nipples stuck out, fleshy and vascular.

"Think maybe we've had enough?" Ryan asked after about 15 minutes. "Don't want the hot water to run out."

"Sure, Dad." He grabbed a towel and started drying Ryan off. "Say, you have anything planed for next Sunday?"

"No, why?" He picked up the other towel and started drying Josh. The fluffy towel against his moist young body made his prick start to firm up again.

"I want to do something special for you for Father's Day."

Ryan's body froze still. They'd been together three years now and never had marked the occasion. This would be a first. "What are you thinking, son?"

"Well, upstate... there's a Father-Son golf tournament I was looking into. I figured..."

He couldn't finish because Ryan's mouth was locking on to his. Hard and heavy, tongue probing.

What surprised both Josh and Ryan was how nonsexual most of their Father's Day weekend was. The golf tournament exceeded their expectations. For the first time ever, they were able to be out in public as father and son, acting just like any other father and son couple. Josh had felt a shiver when he saw that Ryan had signed them in as Ryan and Josh Miller. They were paired up with a suburban looking family, the Delahunts. Ted was the father, a gregarious Rotary Club upstate New Yorker, and Jake his boy was a sophomore in high school. Both men played better golf, since neither Josh nor Ryan were very good. But they were patient with the slower play and the four hit it off.

"This your first father-son tourney?" Ted asked.

"Yeah," Ryan said as he watched Josh's ball land, barely, on the fairway. "Josh just took up golf, and as you can tell I'm not that good at it."

"It takes practice," Ted observed.

"Jake's great at it," Josh said.

"He's on the high school team. Beats his dad pretty much every time."

"You guys live in the City?" Jake asked. His father didn't think much of New York City, but like a lot of teenagers it sounded much more exciting than the small town he lived in.

"Yes we do," Josh said. "It's great, but it's also nice to get out once in a while."

"That's why we chose this tournament," Ryan said.

Later that night, in their hotel room, Ryan spoke what was on both of their minds. "I can't believe we did that."

"I know, no one suspected anything. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just me with my Dad."

"Thanks for a great Father's Day, son." Ryan said as he pulled Josh's head into a hot kiss.

Ryan and Josh had met Josh's friend Darren and his boyfriend for dinner in the East Village. It was a nice late summer evening and after dinner they decided to walk back and enjoy the city.

"I can never come to the East Village without thinking of that night we first hooked up," Ryan said. "I don't know if I ever told you this but in that bar, I was convinced you and Darren were boyfriends."

"Really? That's funny."

"Well, you too seemed chummy. And, well, close."

"But you were making eye contact at me all night," Josh said. "And I was looking back. At least when I had the courage."

"There's a certain type of guy.... usually young.... who likes to flirt for the attention. You know to boost his ego. But those guys are never interested in anything."

"And you thought I was one of those guys?"

"Hot college-looking jock, hottest guy in the bar, making eyes at a dude in his 40s. It was pretty good guess."

"You know I thought you were the hottest guy in the place," Josh countered.

"Afterward yes. At the time I didn't expect that. Look. I'm not selling myself short. I'm an in shape, pretty good looking, masculine guy. I was getting my share. But I'm no Josh Carter."

Josh beamed at the compliment.

Ryan continued. "It wasn't until I saw you alone in the coat check that I figured you were probably alone. And that look you were giving me...."

"The look?"

"That I wanna get laid tonight look." Ryan laughed. "It's my favorite look on you, son."

"I gotta practice it, Dad."

"No need. All I have to do is hold off sex for a day and you get it. In spades." He added, "It's what makes my business trips bearable, knowing I'm going to come home to that."

"Fuck, Dad..." Josh said, a little emotional.

They two walked, pensive for a bit. Josh then spoke. "I hope you like your birthday present." Ryan's 47th birthday was coming up next week. "I've been trying to think of something special for you."

"Aw Joshie, you know you don't need to do anything big. I don't want you spending a lot of money on me."

"I'm not talking expensive dad. I'm talking special. Anyway, it's in 3 parts. I thought I'd give you the first part tonight." He then added, with a grin. "I will admit the first part is more for me."

When they got home, Ryan opened his first present. As he tore off the paper and opened the box he saw a red OSU LAX T-shirt.

"Like I said," Josh offered. "This was really for me. I realized my dad didn't have any gear from my team."

Ryan gave an emotional smile. "You kidding, son? I'm honored to support your team. I can tell this is going to be my favorite shirt." Already his was unbuttoning his button-down and Josh got another magnificent view of that hairy, broad chest. The T-shirt was a large and fit real snug on Ryan's muscular body. Like many of his other shirts it stretched taut across the bulging chest, with the pencil-nub nipples poking up.

"Damn, Dad, it looks awesome on you," Josh said in admiration. Then, with a touch of disbelief. "Is your chest getting bigger?"

"I've been hitting the weights pretty hard, son," Ryan admitted, smiling slyly.

"Wow," Josh said, rubbing his hands over the hard expanse of muscle. "What are you now, 48, 49 inches?"

"50, son," Ryan said, proudly. "Looks like you've been lifting a lot lately, too."

"Been working on my arms a lot," Josh said, starting to flex them for Ryan. "I don't know I'll ever have them as big as yours, but it's fun trying to see how far I can go with them."

"They look amazing Josh." His hands caressed Josh's rigid bicep and forearm muscle as they melted into a kiss.

Present #2 came Saturday night, after a dinner celebration with Ryan's friends. Ryan was a little tipsy and in a good mood. He and Josh didn't waste much time when they got home. Quickly, they stripped and made their way to the bedroom. As they wrestled around on the bed and kissed, Ryan's libido was spiking hard. He hadn't gotten off that day and was feeling randy now.

"Dad," Josh said. "I have to give you your second present."

"Now, Joshie?" Ryan asked impatiently. "Can't it wait? I wanna fuck so bad."

"Dad....I want you to spank me."

Ryan leaned up and looked into Josh's eyes. He needed a better read on his boy, a sense of what was really going. "You serious, Josh?"

"Yessir. I love you, Dad."

"I love you, too, son. And I don't want you doing this just because you think I'm making you. If you don't want it..."

"No, sir. I'm tough. I can take it," he said bravely. "I figure you get 47 strokes, right? One for each year."

Ryan couldn't hold back another second. He gave a light swat to Josh's rump, almost a tease. "One," he said.

"Yeah, Dad, like that."

Then another smack. "Two." And another. "Three. Josh, bend over my lap."

"Yessir."

Four. Five. The paddles were getting firmer but still basically a child's swatting. Six. Seven. Eight. Ryan rubbed the young man's rump, turning pink. He lifted his arm up, it was like a wind up of a pitch, then it rained down. A hard smack. "Nine," he growled.

Josh whimpered and his body recoiled. What had he gotten himself into? Thankfully, number ten wasn't as hard. Nor eleven. But that actually made it worse as Josh anticipated when the next wallop was going to come.

Ryan got to 25 before he decided the foreplay was over. He wanted to fuck. Gently he caressed Josh's reddened rump and got down into the buns for a quick rim prep. Both guys were horned up, so it didn't take much effort for Ryan to penetrate and then fuck the young ex-jock. As he settled into the fuck, he rained down with a light smack on the left cheek. Then the right. Not as hard but definitely good spanks. "26....27," growled. Then continuing. Left, then right. A little faster, as he picked up the fuck pace. "30.... 31....32....33...." He was getting closer, this was tripping his wires in a big way. He felt possessed like another man.

Truth be told, Josh had lost his erection and he was hanging onto the bedspread as Ryan fucked him and spanked him. It wasn't about his pleasure, but Ryan's. He was doing OK, though, and knew he could tough it out. When Ryan reach 40 smacks, Josh knew he was in the home stretch.

It didn't matter that the hits were coming harder or that Ryan's cock was pummeling hard into him, cruelly almost. He knew Ryan was holding off, trying not to come until he got all 47 in. And sure enough, when he reached 45, his breathing started getting shallow. Then 46, and Ryan was starting to come, fucking little rabbit fuck thrusts inside Josh's hole. At least, as Ryan's hand smacked that ass hard, he bellowed out a howl and came, hard.

He was out of breath and just held steady above Josh, supporting himself with his arms in a push up position, until he finally pulled out, thick globs of cum coming out with his dick.

He plopped back on the bed. "How about one for good luck?" he joked.

Josh wanted to roll over but his ass was real sore. Best to keep it facing up. "I'm feeling pretty raw back there, Dad." he said quietly. He didn't want to break Ryan's spell or ruin the present, but he knew he couldn't take any more.

"Aw Joshie, I went too hard on ya."

"Nah Dad it's good. Tonight was about you."

"Well, son. That was the best birthday present ever." He leaned forward and kissed Josh. "Thank you."

"You haven't even gotten the last part of your gift yet," Josh said.

"What are you trying to do? Spoil your old man?"

Ryan didn't think present # 3 could get much better, and he was expecting something more basic in the box in front of him. Then again, he knew something was up when Josh had insisted on washing up and cleaning himself out after dinner and now the kid stood before him with a rock hard erection and wet hair, and a wrapped gift in his hand. "Here Dad, happy birthday. This is your real present."

"Joshie, whaddya mean real present? Your other presents were amazing." Ryan said. "If you got me something expensive..."

Josh was getting impatient. "No, Dad. Just open it."

It took Ryan a second to figure out what he was looking at when he opened the box, it was just a stack of papers. Then he read and realized. The adoption papers he'd sent Josh last year.

"I signed them, Dad," Josh said.

Ryan stood up, his heart heavy. "You mean....?"

"Yessir. I'm ready to be your son. For real."

"Oh Joshie," Ryan cried as he gripped his new son in a tight bear hug. "You made me the happiest dad in the world."

"I was worried you might not still want to..." Josh started.

"You kidding?" Ryan said. "I love you kiddo."

"You too, dad."

"Give your old man a birthday kiss." Josh was breathing hard when he met his new Dad in a heavy tongue kiss.

"Wow," Ryan said as they broke at last.

"Yeah, wow," Josh said. "It's even better when it's real. Not play."

"I'll say. Damn, my heart's beating fast Joshie." Ryan put Josh's hand on his chest, where the son could feel the father's chest thump in double time. "Just imagine," he said, "what it'll be like when I fuck my son. For real."

"I've been hard all week thinking about it. Even longer. Since I first decided to do this."

"When did you decide?"

"When we went on that father-son golf tournament. It felt right, Dad, being there with you. I hated the sense we were pretending, that we weren't as real as the Delahunts. I realized I was the one in the way from achieving that."

"It's been a process for both of us, Joshie. We both had to figure ourselves out." Ryan said. "You know.... these papers are more a contract than a legal adoption. It was the best I could do, Joshie."

"Contract or not, it's real," Josh replied sternly. "We're real, Dad. You and I."

Ryan smiled. "I'll get them notarized tomorrow. Make it official. In the meantime, how about I feel what it's like to fuck my son?"

"As long as I can ride you this time." Josh's buns were still sore but his hole wanted his father's cock inside him.

Next: Chapter 12


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