Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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.
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Daddy Issues
10
From then on, it was strictly Dad and Son when they were alone and Ryan and Josh when they were in public. Even then, it felt different, even in the real world. Josh felt like Ryan's son in a way. The easy rapport they had. Lovers, but something else. He enjoyed the paternal relationship Ryan had settled into, no longer quite so domineering but assertive when he needed to be.
Besides his own emotional reckoning, Ryan's assertiveness was the biggest shock Josh had had out of all this. His new Dad could get a little rough and a lot dominant. Sometimes on the edge of too much, and when it got that way, Josh would let him know. Not slipping out of their Dad/Son thing, though. Rather, letting him know as son to father.
But when he could, the young man tried to learn to take it. The discomfort, the control that Ryan seemed to like to exert on him on occasion. For some reason he found it easier do deal with an anal assault more than an oral one. But that, too, he was working on, practicing on a giant dildo when Ryan wasn't around. Working on his gag reflex. It was new territory for him. For Josh, everything prior had been pure vanilla. But Ryan had transformed him by allowing him to bring his daddy fixation into the bedroom, and he wanted to pay him back if he could, as he could. Maybe learn a new side to himself like Ryan had with the daddy thing.
It caught Ryan by surprise. They hadn't had a fight, but Ryan was a in a foul mood from work and started taking it out on Josh, skullfucking him, gently at first, then harder and harder. He told himself he had to back off soon, not to go too far this time, but just a little more maybe....
Deeper he pushed into Josh's throat and held it steady, gripping Josh's head. "Right there. Hold it there for Daddy. Come on boy, a few more seconds, there ya go. That's right, you got this. My boy's got this." Another second and he let go, signaling for Josh to come up for air. No coughing or sputtering this time, just a look of pride and satisfaction on the kid's face.
"Wow, you did it son. Taking what Daddy can dish out, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
Ryan grinned and pushed his cock back in. Wedged it in and held it once more. Josh's eagerness was something else. Ryan's nuts seized and contracted and pumped out a heavy load, straight down his boy's esophagus.
It was the following weekend night and the two had decided to go to a gay bar. The place was packed and it was a particularly on night, Josh thought. All eyes were on Josh, of course, and Ryan felt like the proudest guy in the room, having a young stud like this next to him. He said as much.
"Well, it goes both ways, sir," Josh said. "Not many guys get to come out to a bar with their dad as their date. You know I'm proud to be your son, don't you?"
"How did I end up with such a good kid," Ryan asked rhetorically, mussing Josh's dirty blond hair with his hand. "You were a champ the other night."
"You mean, taking the rough stuff?"
"Yeah that."
"I've been working at getting better. Practicing."
Ryan's blue eyes lit up. "Yeah, buddy?"
"Yessir. You seem to like it rough."
"Not always. Not usually, even. But yeah, your dad likes to come on a little strong sometimes."
"I didn't realize that when we first started," Josh said.
Ryan took a sip of his beer. "I didn't realize it either." He looked at Josh with a direct gaze. "You brought it out in me."
"Me? How?"
"Being your dad. I realized I liked it. More than I thought I would. Like being there for you, son, but also the authority." He wondered if he should continue.
"What are you thinking, Dad?"
"Did Mike ever hit you, growing up?"
"You mean spank me?"
"Yeah." Ryan's eyes had an intent look of lust in them, which both turned Josh on and made him a little uncomfortable.
"A couple of times. Only when I really deserved it." He ran his hand along Ryan's broad back, more affectionately than sexually. "We can try it sometime dad, if you want. I think I can take it."
Ryan shook his head. "We don't gotta, big guy. But you don't know how much it turns me on to hear you say that."
"I'm still learning about you, Dad," Josh said. "Sometimes it's scary, but I want to know what's inside you. Deep inside. What my Dad's thinking."
"Oh Joshie...."
"Who knows, maybe I'll discover I like it too."
Ryan planted a kiss on his mouth. "I don't deserve you, kiddo," he growled. "Listen, what about a treat tonight? Joshie's choice. Pick out a guy you want to bring home with us."
"I thought it would be your turn. We did Brian last time."
"Forget turns, you deserve some fun, Josh." He gestured to the crowd. "Anyone you see? A lot of hot guys here."
Josh scanned the room. Ryan was right. There were a lot of hot men there, the place was packed with them. Older, younger, and in between. For a minute Josh thought he might pick out a young jock dude, the kind Ryan would go for. But he knew Ryan wanted this for Josh, not himself. Besides, when he saw the guy, his lust got the best of him. Preppy, fit DILF, not beefy build like Ryan's, but movie star looks. The selling point was a head of salt-and-pepper hair going tipping over into the silver side of the scale.
"Him," Josh said.
"The guy in the button-down shirt?" Ryan could see the man taking looks over from time to time, scoping Josh out.
"Yeah. Wow, I think he's looking over at me."
"Go talk to him, son."
Two years ago, Josh wouldn't have the confidence but now he strode across the room. By the time he reached the man, the guy was all smiles. "Hi," Josh said. "I couldn't help but notice you."
"You're hard not to notice, too," the man said. He had a lilting Southern accent. "You're the hottest guy in here."
"That's what my boyfriend says," Josh said, "But he's probably biased."
"That guy over there your boyfriend?" he asked, looking over at Ryan, who was watching the proceedings.
"That's him. Ryan. I'm Josh," he said, offering his hand in introduction.
"Dave."
"Nice to meet you Dave. What brings you out tonight?"
"In town for business, actually. Got a little lonely in my hotel room."
"Having a good time here?" Josh felt odd being the pursuer, he was out of practice for sure. But it was like riding a bike....
He laughed, showing perfect white teeth. "Pretty much. Actually I was trying to find the guts to come over and talk to you."
"You should have," Josh winked. "Wanna come over and join us?"
Dave had a pretty good idea what was going on. "Sure," he said. He and Josh went and joined Ryan, and Josh introduced the men to each other.
"Where are you from Dave?" Ryan asked, noticing the accent immediately.
"Charlotte. In town for a work project for a couple of weeks."
"Enjoying New York?"
"From what I've had time to, yeah. Particularly now." His gaze at the men was a little flirty now. "I swear New York guys are the hottest in the world."
"I don't know if you're referring to present company, but I'll agree. Best city in the world," Ryan cheered and clinked his beer against Dave's and Josh's.
Josh decided to grab the bull by the horns. "I don't know if you had plans for tonight, Dave, but if you want to head back to our place, we were thinking of getting out of here soon."
"Lead the way gentlemen."
Back at their place, it was a no-nonsense easy-going scene. The men leading Dave to their bedroom. Josh kissing the man, while Ryan reached around and started unbuttoning his shirt, and undoing his belt.
"Fuck, that's nice," Dave muttered as Josh pulled back and met Ryan in a deep kiss. Dave wasn't sure what the dynamic was going to be. He wondered if the younger, hotter guy was the bait. But something felt different about this. Josh may be hotter but Ryan could score pretty well, too.
He went with the flow as Ryan grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. They pushed Dave back on the bed and started stripping themselves. Dave's body was good, real fit for his 48 years, but he had nothing to compare with either stud baring himself in front of him. Ryan crawled on the bed, next to Dave, as Josh pounced on top of Dave's reclined form. The two made out, slowly at first, and picking up passion and impetuousness.
The young stud's attention had Dave worked up, all right. He found himself speading his legs a bit, allowing Josh a spot between them.
"Fuck yeah," the young man growled. "I wanna fuck you."
"Mmmh," Dave muttered, indicating he was into the idea, too.
Ryan was surprised. Never had he any indication of Josh's desire to top. For him, it was a new side to Josh, and he wanted to see it happen. He reached over and fished out a rubber and the lube.
"Here ya go, Josh," he said, tapping on the kid's shoulder. "Rubber up and fuck our friend silly."
Josh wanted to say "thanks, Dad," but he wasn't sure if he should, in front of Dave. But his eyes communicated his affection for Ryan as he leaned up and sheathed his cock. It was hard, crowbar hard, like only a 24 year old's could be. He squirted it with lube and stroked it. Turning his attention back down to Dave, he said, "turn over," and the man scrambled to flip over.
Grabbing the hard round fully adult ass cheeks, he pried them apart and savored the sight. "Fucking hot ass, Dave." He dove right in and started rimming the man, licking wilding along his trench and drilling his hole.
"Josh is going to town, all right," Ryan thought with satisfaction as he watched his boy go wild. He stroked his erection. It was a particularly hot sight when Josh finally came up for air and crawled up this man's built back side.
"Gotta fuck you, sir," he moaned, humping Dave, who was now beside himself with lust. This young man was something else. Dave was going to remember this fuck for a long time, he had a feeling.
Particularly as Josh took his time opening the man up, giving little mini-thrusts of his cock, working his way open, pausing when he felt Dave needed it, continuing when he knew the man was ready. It was like he could read Dave's mind and soon he had all of his prick buried inside the guy was was fucking him good.
"How's that ass, Joshie?" Ryan said, his own hardon feeling like it could spew any minute. "Good?"
"Aw yessir, real good, sir."
Ryan couldn't wait any longer. He crawled behind Josh thrusting his fingers between the clenching ass cheeks.
"Oh yes, sir," Josh cooed in a throaty, sexual voice. "Please."
Ryan smiled and wedged his cock in. Maybe because Josh was in top mode, that pucker was tighter than normal and felt real snug as his fat dong popped in. He thought he might need to give Josh a second to accommodate it, but the young man started bucking his ass rapidly, like a metronome, fucking his cock into Dave, getting Ryan's cock deeper into his own hole. It was his first time in the middle of a fuck sandwich and he was loving it.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me come. Oh fuck!" It wasn't Josh's voice but Dave's. Josh just growled as his ejaculation followed soon after. Ryan wasn't there yet but when the men untangled, he rolled Josh on his back and lifted his legs. He planted his mouth close to Josh's ear so Dave wouldn't hear and said low, "My boy's becoming a man all right," and he humped wildly. "Daddy's gonna come in you, son." Then it came: his cum spurting deep into Josh's bowels.
Their anniversary dinner felt extra special that year. Ryan and Josh had been through a lot, emotionally, and had come out at the end closer than ever. So when Ryan told Josh to put on a suit and that he was going to take him to the place of his first dinner, the young man felt a tingle of excitement. It was like he was reliving that first date. It must have felt the same to Ryan, too, cause the older man was staring at Josh for much of the dinner.
"What?" Josh laughed, finally calling Ryan out on one of his stares.
"I remember that first date. I wanted to take you home so bad and take that suit right off you," he whispered. Then more seriously he added. "You had me from the beginning. From that first night we met. You know that don't you Joshie?"
"Really? I wasn't sure. Maybe I was too busy fighting off my own feelings."
"And then when I became your daddy.... you brought me to that, Josh. I didn't know I needed it but I did."
"Took me by surprise," Josh said. "Sometimes I think you need it more than me."
"I wouldn't go that far kid," Ryan joked. "You need it pretty fucking bad."
Josh laughed. "You got a point there." He took a bite of food and looked around the restaurant. He wondered how they looked, him and Ryan. Like a date? Like a father taking his son out on expense account? "Dad," he said, a little quiet, "I have a question. And I've never asked you this. But... you ever wish you had kids? Biological children, I mean."
Ryan nodded. "I wanted it real bad when I was younger. Your age. But that was when I realized it wasn't in the cards. Particularly back then, it wasn't feasible. So I forgot about it for the longest time."
"But you think about it now?"
"Lately, yeah, I think about what it would have been like. Why do you ask, you wanting kids Joshie?"
"Not really, sir. But if you did, well, it's something I wouldn't rule out."
"Nah, it's not the time in my life for that. I feel like I've passed the window now, and that's fine. That's why you've been a godsend in my life, Josh. To have my son come into my life."
Josh was a little teary but he held it back. "Right back at you, Dad." He nudged Ryan's knee under the table affectionately. "If you were to find out you had another kid, that you didn't know about...."
"You don't have to worry about that," he laughed.
"No, I mean hypothetically. If you met a son you didn't know you had, what would you do?"
Ryan moved his fork through his food, collecting his thoughts. He looked up at Josh. "Hypothetically? Well, first, I'd learn everything about my son. What he does, what his interests are, who he's dating, his quirks, his life story. And then.... you're gonna laugh, Josh."
"No, sir. Tell me."
"Well... I'd take him to Cooperstown. The Hall of Fame. Let him know how important baseball is to his father. My old man took me there when I was 7 and it was the most important event in my life."
"You don't talk about your baseball days much, you know."
"I don't want to be one of those guys who lives in the past. But those days, they're a part of me."
"When we get back home, can I watch one of your old games?"
"Aw, Joshie, you don't have to...."
"No, dad, I want to. I mean it. It would be an honor."
Ryan had the biggest look of satisfaction he'd ever had.
The two made out the minute they got home. Hands groping one another, Ryan peeling off Josh's suit jack while Josh unbuttoned his shirt. The scent hit him. Cologne. Musky but clean scent. Familiar.
"Oh fuck!" he groaned.
Ryan smirked. "You like Dad's cologne, son?"
Josh attacked him wildly, pushing Ryan down on the couch and unzipping him.
"I take it that's a yes?" he sneered as Josh peeled off his suit pants, having to remove his leather shoes first.
"Damnit, Dad, how'd you even know?" He pushed down his own pants and squirted lube on Ryan's cock. Ryan was wearing the cologne Josh's biological father always wore.
"Last visit to Florida. I noticed the cologne Mike was wearing and picked up some when we got back. I thought I'd wait for a special occasion."
Josh was wriggling his ass down on Ryan's thick pole. It pushed in without any hesitation tonight. "Fuck me. Fuck me, Dad."
"Happy anniversary, son," Ryan said, as he watched Josh bounce up and down on his rod.
"Happy anniversary, Dad." The young man's fingers were running though Ryan's chest hair as he fucked himself on the man's large prick. "You're letting your chest hair grow out," he observed.
"Like Mike's. He seems to have it that way," Ryan answered, waiting for Josh's response.
The young man bit his lip as sperm rained out of his dick, coating Ryan's pelt of dark brown chest fur.
After the sex the two men cuddled up in bed, nude and sated. Ryan had pulled out a DVD from a box in the closet. A National League playoff game from 2000. "My best game," Ryan said as the game started, and for nine straight innings, Josh watched with rapt attention, proud of his Dad.