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They don't have to know...Chapter 3
Stan returned to the bed and greased both his aching cock and the awaiting hole. Aligning the two he slowly pushed in as Sam pressed outward slightly at the touch. It was as if the two were matched, Stan's dick slid effortlessly in past the anal ring before he paused. Sam felt the cock breach him and took a relaxing breath, "Yes, oh my, thank you daddy, you feel so good, keep going, I want to feel you all the way in, drive it home daddy, drive it deep!"
Stan applied more pressure, then reached over and gently rubbed Sam's back, "So firm, you have excellent muscle structure, you must work out." he continued his pressure till he passed the next barrier and slipped all the way deep into Sam's ass.
Sam let out a small squeal, "OH YEA! Oh, that was so sweetly done. Daddy knows how to treat his little boy. Do you like me buff for you daddy? I can keep my workout schedule, but it will steal time for us to be like this... oh yea, pump it daddy, pump it, fuck me, it feels sooo nice... fuck me daddy, fuck me."
Stan had started to pull out and push in as Sam was talking. At his urging he started in earnest to fuck the ass, it felt fabulous, firm and moist... just like a woman's pussy he thought. "Oh you're so hot, your ass is so sweet."
"Oh daddy, yeah, like that, fast, pound it, oh yeah... fuck me daddy, oh yeah... ah...ah... oh my that is so perfection, fuck me... oh hell, that's it, damn.... you're awesome... oh shit I'm gonna....aaaahhhh...." Sam started inadvertently pumping cum out his cock onto the bed as Stan was riding him fast now.
The calls from Sam were enough to make him so close, he rammed in and out, the feeling was awesome, but when his ass clinched as Sam's cock let loose, it was unlike anything Stan had ever felt before in his life, "AAAHHHHH GOOOOODDDDDAAAAMMMNNN" he screamed loudly as he drove as deeply as he could go as his orgasm broke, arching his back he pulled Sam's hips hard against his groin, trying to go deeper yet as his cum splashed inside his lover. "Oh fuck mmmeee...." he cried as he slowly finished spasming against Sam's ass, his fingers still deeply dug into the hips and 'love handles', the breath he didn't realize he was holding slowly released.
"Daddy! Oh daddy! Thank you daddy!" Sam said as Stan released his hips, they were on fire, he knew he'd have scratches, maybe even some bleeding where Stan's nails raked his skin. "That was so perfect. I came without touching myself. You're awesome! Stay in me, I want to feel you as long as I can."
Stan complied by leaning forward, laying on Sam's back, doing his best not to drop all his weight on him, "Your ass is... fucking hot. I haven't cum like that in... hell, years! Here, roll with me, going to the left."
Stan shifted them slowly, keeping his still rock hard cock buried inside Sam's even tighter hole till they were both on their sides without breaking connection. "I love your cock inside me daddy. Can I ask you for a favor? Would you mind if I stayed here, with you, slept with you all night?"
"I think I would be hurt if you left." Stan replied, gently rubbing the exposed back he was facing. Noting he was starting to deflate he felt suddenly... saddened.
Sam felt himself close as Stan's erection subsided. "Lay back, I promised to clean you up, be right back daddy." he leaned over and kissed Stan on the tip of his nose and smiled before moving off the bed, his own flaccid dick bounced as he happily went to the bathroom. Finding a washcloth, he wet it with warm water and a dab of soap before grabbing a small towel and returning to the bed. "It's okay daddy, I've got you, hold still now." he snickered as he ran the washcloth over Stan's chest and then gently cleaned his genitals, paying special attention to cleaning the head of his dick. "There you go." he leaned over and kissed the head, even taking it for a moment into his mouth, "See, all clean."
Stan enjoyed the special attention, and the extra special attention Sam paid to his manhood, "Thank you... my boy. Come, lay with me, tell me about your... self."
Sam sat the two cloths on the floor on the side of the bed he was on, "Well, I love a man's penis, not just any though, it has to be appealing. Take yours here..." he gently took hold of Stan's flaccid dick, Stan pulled back a bit with the touch, "Oh, sorry, a bit sensitive. You have a beautiful shaft and the head, oh man, so tempting not to suck on that all night long. I really like how you keep your balls clean though. I like hair so much, like your lovely coat on your chest..." he shifted to running his fingers though Stan's chest and belly hair after gingerly letting go of his penis, "but I believe some areas are better without hair."
"Do you shave your chest or is it still naturally bare?" Stan inquired, returning the light touch as he ran his hand along Sam's chest, circling around his nipples.
"You have a sweet touch daddy. It's genetic I think, at least I kinda hope, bare chest. Do you like it like this? You can touch me anywhere you want, you're my daddy and my body is yours you know."
"Is that what you want? You want me to use you? That's not a healthy thought you know, no one person should USE another... but I see you knew that... I'm going to have to get used to this role play you've cast us into."
Sam smiled up at Stan, then taking Stan's hand off his bare chest, he moved it to his groin, "This is yours to play with, and anywhere else you'd like to touch. No off limits, not with you. But I agree, a safe word? If either of us say something specific, it's all stop, no questions, all stop, agreed?"
"Definitely. We also need to be specific at what each allows and not. I'm actually not into anything rough, no bondage."
Sam smiled, "Okay, so I have that same limit. I enjoy your touch, it's so... comforting, strong yet with such... caring. I just know you'd never hurt someone on purpose... that's it! Bondage! If either of us says that word: Bondage, then we stop dead and talk it out."
Stan was surprised, "You may be calling me 'daddy' but... damn. I'm speechless." he simply stared into Sam's eyes a moment as Sam stayed quiet, "I'm so proud of how adult you are... son."
Sam's eyes were suddenly as misty as Stan's. "So... you don't mind... becoming my daddy?"
"I do have a question for you though, what does that mean to you? I know the normal definition of 'daddy' or father... but what does it mean to you?" Stan asked the real question burning in his head since the first time this young stud used the word... in a very sexual context.
Sam placed his hand on Stan's sternum, "Daddy. Um, well, it means I... I love you like... well... like part of me I guess. An older, wiser, mentor... yet, much more. I want to be your son, your one and only love, closer than a... hell, some fuck buddy. I want to feel your love, be your lover, be your little man. Is that what you mean?"
"So, you want a man who mentors you in life and love, one to be a lover and more?" Stan clarified.
Sam smiled, "Yes. I want to be completely open and available to you, and to be able to rely on someone, no not someone, a real man to be my guide, show me the way to be a man... but Daddy, I'm gay, I want to be loved like a man but loved physically too, and yeah, that means I want to feel you fucking me and I want to please you and taste your seed in my mouth. I can think of no way two men can be closer." Sam paused as he searched deep in Stan's eyes, "Will you be my daddy? Can I be your boy?"
Stan wasn't ready for such a diverse and precise answer, "This seems all very sudden. I mean, we decided only today to go out and it lead to this and now... what is it we are looking at here? Can you help me understand... well, maybe tomorrow I'll get it better. I know now what it is you desire and first off I want to say that I too don't want a one night stand, you're such a catch that I would be a fool to let you get away now." he paused, searching his hear and the face of the young man before him. "Yes, I want to be what you want me to be, your daddy. I just have a problem comprehending this whole scenario you're proposing... fathers don't fuck their sons."
Sam nodded as he caressed Stan's stomach and side, "Then don't combine the words. Fathers give life to sons. I'm asking for you to me my daddy as I will be your boy. I know we are both men but between us, I guess I'm asking for you to be the lead, be the stronger figure. I've... I've always wanted a strong male in my life and... and... that's it I guess. Some call it being a sub to your dom, but I think I like the terms daddy and boy better, it seems... closer is all."
A light went off in Stan's mind. He'd seen and heard about the whole bondage routine, that's how he knew he'd never like such a role in his own life, but what Sam was suggesting was, kinder, gentle, loving. "I... I know we only just started this and it still seems quick... yet... I think I get it." The light from the waterfall outside the bedroom glass doors was the only light illuminating the room, it was serene and allowed Stan to feel like they'd been laying there talking forever. "Go to sleep boy, you get to sleep in that wet spot you made, just make sure you clean up your mess in the morning,."
Sam smiled and drew himself closer to the prone Stan, curling up against his side, "I will daddy. Night."
The next morning was like the old days to Stan, waking up next to a warm body brought back memories of the years he'd spent married, the only difference was the hard shaft poking him in the lower back, well that and the hand wrapped around his own hard cock. "You awake?" he whispered low.
"No. Did I wake you?" Sam asked as he gave the dick in his hand a good squeeze as he gently thrust his hips, driving his own hardness into Stan.
"And where do you think you're going with that thing?" Stan chuckled.
"Wherever you tell me to put it, care for a repeat of last night? I'd love to feel this deep inside me again, if you want to that is." He wiggled Stan's around a moment, teasingly.
Stan didn't need convincing, sure he probably should have relieved himself first but the urge was stronger than the imperative to pee. Turning onto his back to face Sam, he found Sam stopped him from sitting up, "I'll take care of you daddy." He said, tossing the sheet off them before lowering his mouth down to suck and moisten Stan's rod.
Stan threw his head back, it had been a long time since he'd had early morning services... he smiled at the thought, "Mmm, nice. I could really get used to waking up to a blow every morning."
Sam backed off, leaving the shaft nearly dripping with saliva, "Oh, this isn't a blow daddy, this is just getting you wet for my hole!" he then moved over Stan to straddle his stiff manhood. Taking his hand, he aligned the hard shaft with his eager sphincter and slowly lowered himself down, impaling his ass with Stan's cock, they both hissed with pleasure. "Oh daddy, I love your cock inside me." He started to lift and lower slowly at first till he could get the whole shaft deep into his love tunnel till he bottomed out, "Oh god, you're so awesome daddy. Cum in your boy, fill me with that delicious hot cream."
Stan didn't have to do anything, he'd not been ridden quite this way by a man before, his ex wife but not a man. Seeing a hard cock bouncing along with the hard body that rode him into ecstasy so early in the day was somehow even hotter than watching bouncing boobs. "Oh man, this is... mmm... nice." He reached over and began to stroke Sam's cock since it seemed so handy.
"Oh... oh daddy, that's so sweet... uh... of you... ugh... oh I love ridding your cock... mmm... ugh, so hard, so fucking great... oh... ugh." he grunted out as he increased the rhythm, in Sam's mind he was listening to a hard rock song and started grunting, panting and going faster as Stan's cock started pounding his ass like a jackhammer. The action on his own cock didn't matter to him at the moment, he was orgasming in his ass already.
Stan stopped stroking as he built for release, panting and huffing, he wasn't doing the work but it sure felt like a workout, "Here... it... cums!" he cried as he reached down, grabbing Sam's waist he drove him down all the way on his cock as the spasms hit. Streams of hot cum gushed from Stan deep into Sam and they both cried out in pleasure.
Sam slammed his sphincter tight as he arched his back, laying over Stan's legs as he felt the hot gushes fill him up. "Give it to me daddy, give your boy all your juices, that's so fucking wonderful... oh damn I love that hot jizz filling me up."
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