Daddy Week Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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The following is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. This story will have some strong incest themes and encounters, but a lot of non-family encounters, too, and just plain intergenerational fun.
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Daddy Week Chapter 1
Cameron 28yo, 5'11", 170# lean muscle, brown/blue occupation: graphic designer relationship status: Single
"Gross, it's all geezers here." My buddy Sean was not happy.
Neither was Jeremy. "It's your fault doofus, for picking this week. Fucking 'Daddy Week'..." he groaned in a mocking voice, that made a man beside us turn around and glare at us, not that either of my friends noticed.
The dude was about as hot a man as you could hope to find. Medium build, taller side of medium height, early 40s, Crossfit-toned bod, thinning hair but a nice fuzzy blonde-cum-chestnut brown fuzz on his forearms. And damn, those arms, powerful muscular dad arms now deeply tanned and framed by the sleeves of his T shirt.
I felt embarrassed as hell and gave an apologetic shrug and mouthed a silent "sorry" to the man. His angry glare melted as he smiled and gave me a wink before leaning back over to his buddy to continue his conversation.
Fuck! I wasn't sure how I was gonna survive this week. Hell, I'd been boned the second I stepped off the ferry and saw the walking buffet of hot daddies. It had been my secret the last year or so as I dipped my toes into what it was like sleeping with older men. Eventually letting my guard down and owning up to some long-suppressed fantasies, and having some mind-blowing sex in the process. But what I did late at night on Grindr and Mister was one thing, this was all different. Out in the open, obvious.
And I wasn't ready to be obvious, not with Sean and Jeremy. We were the Three Musketeers, hot young guys who had the city in the palm of our hands, or so it felt sometimes.
"I know, dude," I joined in, my face blushing at lying to my buds like this. "Of all weeks...."
"Shut up bitches," Sean growled, "Drinks are on me tonight, so I don't want to hear you griping." Sean was the queeniest of us, an incongruous match with his jocky gymbod, but I think that's why I liked him.
"How bout we check out one of the other bars?" Jeremy asked. "There have got to be a few younger dudes in town this week."
"You mean ones not paired up with 'Daddy'?" Sean added, in the same mocking tone as Jeremy. "Couldn't hurt to try."
"Listen guys, I think I may stay here." I could see the surprised look on their faces, so I covered. "I saw this younger dude giving me the eye earlier, I thought I'd see if I can find him." I was nervous they would decide to join me, but I couldn't admit why I wanted to stay.
Jeremy punched my arm playfully. "All right, Captain Horndog. You'll do better without us anyway."
"Yeah, good luck, dude," Sean added.
They took one last swill of their vodka-soda and were off.
The bar was starting to get more crowded, and I had never been so turned on in my life. The place was packed to the rafters with men, most of them middle aged, each one hotter than the next. I felt my heart beat fast as I took in the view, admiring the DILFs, letting my eye stray to some of the less pulled-together men. I searched in vain to find Mr. Perfect from before, but he was nowhere in sight. My vodka tonic was going down way too quickly, and I swirled the ice around the glass.
Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I probably jumped a little because the man removed his grip but nonetheless squeezed his way to stand next to me. In his hand was an extra drink. "Here," he said, pushing the glass in my hand and taking away my empty. "I took the liberty of asking the bartender what you were drinking."
"Thanks," I said, "My name is Cameron."
"Brian," the man said, gripping my hand in a firm shake.
Brian was late 40s, maybe 50, with more salt than pepper and with a medium-short professional-style haircut, he had longer hair than many of the buzz-cut guys in the place. Distinguished with a handsome face, he had a normal suburban-dad body - a good solid muscular foundation and some extra girth to go with it. He was a little sunburned from the beach and I couldn't help but notice the silvery chest hairs poking up from his polo shirt or the wiry hairs on his muscular forearms. He was wearing an expensive Swiss watch and I complemented him on it, partly to give myself an excuse to touch his powerful arm and look at it more.
All right, Brian the Suburban Daddy was starting to push my buttons.
"What do you do?" he asked.
"I'm a Graphic Designer. I live in New York, me and my friends came up for the week." I left out the part about us not knowing which week it was.
"Yeah? Cool."
I asked him what he did.
"A doctor. Radiologist. Live outside of Chicago. Nice to get away for a couple of days." He leaned in, closer and I could feel his warmth next to me. "So, Cameron, why hasn't some Daddy already snatched you up?"
At another time, I might give out some lame soliloquy about I wasn't sure what I was looking for or some other apology for being single. But that night, I was in a flirty mood. "How do you know one hasn't?" I teased.
He ran his hand up the center of my back, friendly and flirty at the same time. It sent goosebumps down my arm. "Well, if I had a boy with me here, I wouldn't let him out of my sight."
I couldn't help but notice the wedding band on his left hand and impolitic, I had to ask him, "You married?"
"Yes, with two kids," the man nodded, "my family thinks I'm at a medical conference," he added, looking at me, reading my expression to gauge my reaction. "I sometimes think I should take off the ring, but turns out a lot of guys are turned on by it."
I blushed, which Brian noticed. He didn't say anything but gave a knowing grin.
"Listen, you interested in going back to my room? We can talk a little more there or whatever." It was funny to see how shy this man could be, especially after so confidently coming up to me.
"Yeah, sounds good," I said and smiled. Brian smiled back. Soon we were making our way to the door.
The night air felt good and I felt excited walking down the quiet street with this man who had been a stranger twenty minuted earlier. There was a lull in our conversation as we walked and I found myself looking over at him, staring at him and his body.
"What?" he prompted.
"Your arms. You got amazing arms."
He grinned and lifted up his left arm and flexed his bicep, which popped into a thick round ball of muscle. "I don't get the chance to get to the gym much, but I keep a couple of sets of dumbbells in my office, get a pump or two in when I can."
"It really pays off," I said in admiration. I have a more balanced build, but at that moment his arms were a big turn on.
Casually he put his arm around my shoulder and playfully patted the side of my head. "God you're cute," he said matter-of-factly, looking over at me. I returned his gaze and felt the strength of his grip as he pulled my head toward his. We met in a kiss, soft, sensual and just what I wanted right then. Brian the Suburban Daddy knew how to kiss, all right.
"Nice," we said simultaneously as we broke, and laughed.
We walked down the street and Brian placed his arm on my shoulder, possessively. I was a little apprehensive that Jeremy and Sean might pass by, but fuck it, I thought. This feels right.
Brian did pretty well for himself, I knew, judging by the B&B he was staying at. But I wasn't there to admire the decor. The minute we closed the door to his room, his hands were wrapped around me and we were making out. His hands were now traveling down my back, reaching down to cup my ass, knead it and explore my butt muscle in his grip. It was an unmistakeable signal that Brian was interested in topping, and I sent my own signal back, bucking my bubble butt back into his grip.
The man pulled back, with a leer of a grin, and promptly unbuttoned my shorts, thrusting them down and practically ripping down my briefs too. Now impetuous, he locked his mouth on mine and thrust his tongue inside. As we battled in a kiss, his strong hands roughly manhandled my ass, poking the fingers into my smooth cleft and prodding impatiently around for my hole.
I moaned as one dry finger breached me than another. I hadn't expected this respectable suburban daddy to be so take-charge in bed, but it was a real fucking turnon. Like when he used his strong arm strength to turn me around and push me on the bed.
I landed with a soft thud and a second later felt his soft wet tongue lapping at my hole. "Holy fucking Christ, you're tight, son," he muttered before burying his face back into my ass and sending me to a new plateau of excitement. I'd been rimmed but not like this.
Another five, even ten minutes went by as Brian ate me out, and I was feeling dazed and a little immobilized as he crawled up on top of me. He'd taken off his shirt and shorts and I felt the heaviness of his nude, hairy body pressed down on me as his lips kissed along the back and side of my neck. His fat cock was wet too, real wet, cause he must have lubed it up, it was more than just his pre cum making my crack and hole sticky.
If the rim job felt great, it was nothing compared to the teasing he gave my pucker with his cockhead, gently prodding it, tempting me with the fullness that was asking to enter me. Until finally he did. Pushed in, not in a shove, but with an insistent, knowing penetration. Brian knew I was ready and started fucking me. It wasn't always like this with guys, usually there was a lot more trial and error as we found our fuck rhythm. But Brian was pushing my buttons, figuratively and literally. He started thrusting hard, and I was amazed at the power in his motions. I kind of wished I'd seen his erection before, I had a feeling he was either smaller than he felt inside of me at that moment or much bigger. Either way I was starting to climb the way to my anal orgasm.
Especially when Brian started in a low, deep mantra. "You like that, huh? Like it when Daddy fucks you? You gonna get off with Daddy's cock pounding your hole, boy? That what you want? Want Daddy to fuck you off?" Hearing that from this mild-mannered doctor just about made me lose it. I was starting to come.
"Aw yeah, that's it, shoot your load, son. Shoot it for Daddy. I'm gonna cum in ya when you do, son. Daddy's gonna be right there with you."
That's when I realized that Brian wasn't wearing a condom and the very idea he was about to orgasm inside me made me shoot. A heavy ejaculation onto his bedsheets while he grunted heavily and had his come, too.
It was my first simultaneous O with a guy, ever, and I know I was all smiles when we uncoupled. Brian rolled off me and we met mouth to mouth and pressed our bodies face to face. It felt comforting and right. Brian seemed to want to explore my body with his hands, and I took the time to examine his still-firm cock, dripping in the aftershocks. The man was definitely more hung than I realized and I was glad I hadn't seen him before we'd fucked. Now that I knew his size, I was feeling a little proud I'd taken him so well.
"I've never done that before," I said quietly, not wanting to break the spell.
"You weren't cherry were you?" Brian asked, a little surprised and maybe apprehensive.
"No not that," I replied. "I mean, being called son while having sex."
Brian rubbed my back while I reached out and felt his magnificent arms. "Hope you didn't mind. I figured it's why a lot of guys come here this week."
"Yeah," I said. "Guess so."
"Not you?"
"It was an accident really, coming to Daddy Week," I said truthfully, "but I'm glad I came here. I hope you don't think this will sound sappy... but that was the best fuck I've ever had. Hands down."
Brian grinned and soft-punched my chin playfully. "You deserve all the toe-curling sex you can get, Hot Stuff. Anyway, the pleasure was mine."
We talked a little more and drifted to sleep. I was nervous that Brian would want to kick me out after sex, but we snuggled up to one another until he turned out the lights and gave me a peck of a kiss. "Sleep well."
**
The next morning I woke up to Brian opening the room door and coming in with two cups of coffee. "Wasn't sure if you're a coffee drinker," he said.
"Just what I need," I said groggily, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
"What time is it?"
"8:30. Sorry, Hot Stuff, us older guys aren't very good at sleeping in."
I laughed and kicked off the sheets. I got a kick out of seeing Brian's eyes sweep across my nude body appreciatively. "Mind if I take a shower?" I asked, having a couple of sips of coffee.
"Be my guest."
When I got out Brian asked if I wanted to go out for breakfast, maybe hang out for the day. "I gotta leave back to Chicago tomorrow," he said a little wistful.
"Yeah sure, I'd love to hang out more," I replied. "I should go back and get a change of clothes first." I wondered what I would tell Sean and Jeremy back at the rental house, but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
"Um... if you want. I have a set of my son's clothes for you. I, um, laid them out there on the table. You guys are about the same size."
Sure enough, on the table was a stack of shorts, T-shirt, boxer, and ballcap. I looked back over at Brian, who watched me nervously for my reaction. I had no idea if those were his real son's clothes or if this was a roleplay thing for him. Either way, the thought excited me in a perverse way.
I walked over and dropped my towel and could hear Brian's gulp as I picked up the boxers and stepped into them. They slipped on, a little snug, but they fit. Already my dick started to chub out as I felt the intensity of the situation. I put on the shorts, along with the preppy belt. And a Cubs blue T-shirt that stretched a little tight on my muscular body and barely came down to the waistline of the shorts. I picked up the ballcap, adjusting the back strap for my head size, and put it on and beneath it, a pair of flip flops, well worn. These amazingly were a perfect fit. I took a look in the mirror and got a little shiver. I looked like me, but like someone else, too. I'd never done any role play before and had to bone up at the novel perversity of it.
But my erotic reaction was nothing compared to Brian's. When I turned around to see his reaction, I could see his face flushed red with desire and a lusty look in his eye. Between his legs, his cock stood hard in his khaki shorts. I mean bone hard. And given his size, it formed an obscene tent as he looked me over.
"You look great, son," he said. "Come here."
Slowly, I walked over, savoring his stare with each step. I about jumped when his hands reached out and touched me. I imagined him touching his son like this, running his fingers along the boy's T-shirt and down the abs, and underneath the hem of the shirt to touch the bare stomach.
"Oh Dad," I ventured, seeing if this would push Brian's buttons.
It did. With a lunge he stood up and sealed his mouth to mine. Like the night before, he was impetuous, horny, commanding, pure male.
We swapped tongues and I relished the tight grip of his powerful arms, crushing me against his chest, before he let loose and reached down to unbutton his shorts. Within a few seconds, his strong grip was pulling on the back of my neck, guiding me down. "Son, suck daddy. Pretty please."
I submitted to his plea and knelt down. His shorts were around his ankles and his massive hardon stood up quivering between his hairy legs, a full nutsac drawn up to the stalk. I licked the tip, salty with the sap, and opened my mouth around his cock.
Impatiently, Brian pushed in. This wasn't going to be a suck job. Brian was going to make it a face fuck. His hands latched on the back of my head and while he didn't exactly shove me down on his big cock, he did take firm control of the pace, slow at first, then gradually faster and deeper. I could feel the power in his arms, as he pounded my head toward his crotch in a heated rhythm. I did the best I could to open up and accept his prick into my throat. Tears ran down my ears, and saliva drooled out of the corners of my mouth, but I fed of Brian's intense need and felt alive and sexual. Particularly when he started more of his nasty fuck talk.
"God, yeah, my cocksucking son.... Suck it... Suck me, Jimmy. Take daddy's big cock... That dick made you, son, so you owe it some respect.... Not too old to show your dad you love him, huh? That's it, right down your tight motherfucking throat...God you're gonna make me cum son. Gonna cum right in your hot mouth, Jimmy. Oh Jim. Oh FUCK!"
With that Brian's strong arms pushed me all the way down on his bone and spurted his seed deep into me. This suburban dad's loads were heavy, and the taste briny.
When he finally finished shooting and I pulled back, catching my breath and swallowing the remnants of his seed, I stood up, crazy horny from being used like that.
Brian seemed embarrassed to have used his son's name while he came, and I could see the mixed emotions on his face. But I didn't have time to process those, I was too eager to cum myself. I pulled down my own shorts and turned around, grabbing my cock expectantly as I bent over.
"Rim me, Dad," I urged desperately. "Put your tongue in my ass and eat me out."
Brian growled and crouched down behind me. I felt his strong hands part my ass and he dove right in. Compared to the last night, this felt even better. Alcohol was no longer clouding my senses and I could feel every tongue swipe and every drilling motion of his oral muscle. I jerked furiously and felt my own load come shooting out as this dad growled into my hole.
We got cleaned up, and I wasn't sure I was supposed to keep his son's clothes on, but I took a chance and pulled the shorts back up and rearranged the ball cap on my head. "Dad," I offered. "If you like, I'll be your Jimmy for the rest of the day."
The look of happiness on Brian's face was undeniable. He pulled my ball cap off and ruffled my head before pulling the cap back on. "You really look a hell of a lot like him," he said softly before leaning into a kiss. "OK, lets go get some food. I think my boy earned a big breakfast."
"Yes, sir," I said. It felt incredible walking through town, hand in hand, like all the other intergenerational couples we passed.
Amazingly, it was just the start of a week of adventures at my first Daddy Week.