The Gifford Prize

Peter Garcia had never been out Florida before but now he was flying to New York City on private jet. Peter’s high school senior science project had won the prestigious Gifford Youth Science prize. It was a great honor, and he was to receive the prize check from Mr. Edward Gifford himself. Gifford was a self-made millionaire who lived with Tim his younger brother Peter followed Tim on social media and had developed a crush on the handsome young man.

“I wonder if Tim is going to be home,” Peter thought as his plane landed at La Guardia Airport.

The Gifford house overwhelmed Peter. He had seen video tours of the mansion, but nothing prepared him for the real thing.

“Welcome Mr. Garcia” Albert Collins, Gifford’s personal assistant greeted him as the front door.

Peter walked into the mansion’s foyer which as huge as the lobby of a bank.

“Mr. Gifford is still on business, but he said to make you feel comfortable.”

“Is Tim here? “Peter asked.

“No, he is away on a trip.”

“Too bad I really wanted to meet him.”

Peter followed Collins down a long hallway.

“This will be your room sir.” Collins showed Peter the guest room.

" This is very cool" Peter was impressed by his acomodations

“Dinner will be at 5:00,” Collins said.

Peter took a shower and dressed for dinner. He walked into the elegant dining room where Edward Gifford was waiting.

“Good evening, Peter” Mr. Gifford said in a deep masculine voice. Edward Gifford was more impressive in person. He was six’2”, 200 lbs. His salt and pepper hair made him look distinguished. Gifford was wearing a tailored blue suit that showed off his body. Gifford had been a football player in college and at fifty-five he kept an impressive physique.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Gifford” Peter said as they shook hands. Peter felt so small next to Gifford. Peter was 5’9’’, 165 lbs.

Peter enjoyed his conversation with Mr. Gifford who spoke to him like a proud father.

“I was impressed by your project Peter” Gifford said sipping an after-dinner brandy.

“Thank you, sir,”

“We will discuss more tomorrow but I have some business calls to deal with.”

“Of course, sir”

Peter went back to his room and change into his pajamas. He laid on the comfortable bed and looked at his phone.

“Let see what Tim is up to “Peter thought as he scrolled through Instagram admiring the photos of Gifford’s younger brother. He specially loved the shots showing. Tim is tight fitting swimsuit. He felt his cock getting hard but did not feel like jerking off.

“I wonder where Tim sleeps,” Peter thought. He got out of bed and walked into the dark hallway.

Peter knocked on the first door but there was no answer.

“This must be Tim’s room” Peter thought as he stepped inside the room. It was similar his own bedroom. There was a bed, a desk and shelves filled with books, sport trophies, and framed photographs. Peter notices a photo of Tim and Mr. Gifford wearing shorts with their arms around each other. They looked more like lovers the brothers.

“They look good together” Peter thought. He imagined himself in the middle of the two Gifford men. He noticed there was a dresser on the other side of the room.

“Let’s see what in here” Peter thought. He opened one of the drawers which contained Tim’s underwear. He could not resist and took one of the briefs. Peter sniffed the briefs and imagined what Tim’s cock would taste like

“What are you doing in here boy? “

Peter froze he turned around a faced Edward Gifford

“Nothing Mr. Gifford” Pete said hiding Tim’s underwear behind his back.

“This is my brother ‘s room!” Gifford said.

“I know Mr. Gifford” Peter said stuttering.

“Call me sir!” Gifford demanded.

“Yes sir”

“Did someone send you to spy on me Peter”?

“No Mr. Gifford I mean no sir! ‘

Gifford was standing right on top of Peter.

“What is that you’re hiding?”

“Nothing sir”

“Let me see it boy.”

Peter handed over Tim’s underwear.

“My brother is very fastidious young man he does not like his personal items being touched.”

“I’m sorry sir I was just curious.”

“Boys your age are curious about many things” Gifford said putting the brief back into the drawer. Mr Gifford had suspected the boy might be gay.

“Are you going to take my scholarship money away? “Peter said.

“What do you think?

“I’m sorry Mr. Gifford”

“Bad boys must be discipline.”

Peter felt intimidated by Gifford.

“Turn around boy!” Gifford commanded.

Peter did what Mr. Gifford said.

“A good spanking is what you need.”

Peter felt Gifford pulling down his pajama pants exposing his bare ass.

“Please sir “

Peter felt the sting of Mr. Gifford’s hand on his ass.

Gifford whacked Peter's ass until it became red.

Peter was trying not to cry.

“That’s enough for now” Mr. Gifford stopped spanking the boy.

Peter pulled up his pajama pants.

“I did that for your own good Peter” Mr. Gifford said.

Peter turned and faced Mr. Gifford.

“Yes sir”

Gifford looked at the boy and thought that he had gone too far; but Peter needed to understand that actions would have consequences.

“I was just disappointed, “Gifford said.

. Peter wiped his tears.

“Didn’t you father teach you to respect private property.”

“My father died when I was younger.”

“Sorry I didn’t know. ”Gifford looked into the boy’s eyes. He had seen that look before in his own reflection after his parents died.

" I miss him a lot " Peter said

Mr Gifford hugged the boy. Peter was eighteen but he seems younger not just physically but emotionally.

“You’re sleeping with me tonight” Gifford said.

Peter felt he was in a dream as Edward Gifford gently put him down on his king size bed and then lay next to him.

“Thank you, sir,” Peter said as he snuggled against the man.

Gifford gently caressed the boy’s hair.

“Are you comfortable Peter?” .

" Very much sir” Peter he felt the man’s hand touching his skin.

“I’m glad son.”

“Mr. Gifford?” Peter asked.

“Yes, Peter what is it?

“Can I call you dad? “Peter asked turning his face toward Gifford.

“Peter, I can never replace your father"

“Please sir just for tonight? “

This was a role-playing game that Peter needed Gifford thought; he saw not harm in satisfying his wish.

“Alright Peter, you can call me dad.’

"Thank you, sir,” Peter said and hugged Mr. Gifford.

Gifford kissed the boy in the forehead.

“Are you happy now son.”

“Yes dad” Peter pulled off his t-shirt.

“Is the room too hot for you?”

“I usually sleep in my under wear” Peter stripped down to his blue briefs.

Gifford noticed the boy’s cock was hard but that was normal for his age any stimulation would cause an erection. He did not want this to become sexual. He only wanted to comfort the boy. But he had the feeling that Peter wanted him to be more than just a father figure.

“Peter what are you doing?” He felt the Peter’s hand stroking his thigh.

“Just getting comfortable dad” Peter took Gifford’s hand and place it over his bulging underwear.

“Can you feel it dad? “

“My son is excited.”

“You make me feel this way dad?” Peter pulled down his briefs releasing his hard seven-inch cock.

“Peter this is not something we should do” Mr. Gifford was trying to resist the incestuous fantasy that was turning him on

“Dad please “

Gifford placed his hand on Peter’s cock.

“Stroke it please.”

Gifford started to jerk off Peter who moaned with pleasure.

“You like dad touching you son?”

“Oh yes it feels so good.”

Peter had never had a man play with his cock like this.

“Dad?”

“Yes son? “

“Could I touch you? “Peter tugged at Gifford’s boxer shorts.

“If you like son”

Peter pulled down the man’s underwear revealing a ten -inch cock.

“Stroke it for me son.”

Peter grabbed the steel hard shaft and started to pump it.

“Good boy”

Peter started to lick the head of Gifford’s cock.

“You like my dad cock son?”

Peter was enjoying himself too much to respond. Gifford reach down and felt Peter’s ass.

“Oh dad” Peter said as he felt the man’s large fingers on his butt hole.

“Yes son”

“Are you going to fuck me? “

“No son I’m going to make love to you” Gifford He lifted the boy and kissed him on the lips.

“Oh, dad “Peter kissed Mr. Gifford

Gifford reached out to his night table and grabbed a bottle of lube he used to masturbate. He poured the soothing liquid in to Pete’s ass making sure it was well lubricated.

“That feels good dad,” Peter was enjoying Mr Gifford's fingers massaging his butt hole.

“This is going to feel better son,” Gifford said as he gently lowered Peter onto his erect cock.

“Ohh” Peter moaned as he sat on Gifford’s cock taking the massive shaft inch by inch,

“Open up for dad son” Gifford said making sure he did not hurt the boy.

Peter did feel pain as the man’s cock penetrated him, but the pleasure was too much to resist. He leaned back and felt Gifford fucking his ass.

“Loving you son” Gifford said he fucked the horny teenager.

Peter had never felt such deep pleasure he did not want it to end.

“Fuck me dad! “Peter said.

“Take my cock son” Gifford turned the boy on his side so he could fuck him deeper.

Peter felts the man’s shaft thrusting in and out of his ass.

“Going breed you son! “Gifford said feeling he close to orgasm.

“Yes, dad yes” Peter said as he felt the older man’s cock filling his ass with hot cum

Gifford held the boy tight.

“Dad that was so good.”

Gifford pumped Peter’s hard shaft.

“You are going to cum for dad son?”

Gifford stroked the boy faster.

“Yes, dad yes” Peter wanted this moment to last longer but his cock had been over stimulated by the older man’s touch.

“Come on boy give dad your load.”

“Oh dad” Peter moaned as he felt Gifford squeezing his balls.

“Cum for dad son! “

Peter ejaculated on his belly.

“Was that good dad?” Peter asked.

“Yes, it was son” Mr. Gifford said, “Now go clean yourself up.”

“Right away dad” Peter walked to the connecting bathroom.

Mr. Gifford had not realized how lonely he had been since Tim had gone way to college. He missed his brother’s youthful energy. Mr. Gifford had enjoyed the dad-son role playing game but he had other games in mind for Peter to enjoy

“Ready for bed dad” Peter walked back into the Mr. Gifford’s bedroom. He had taken a shower and was wearing clean underwear.

"Get in bed Peter” Gifford said pulling back the covers.

Peter got on the bed next to his benefactor.

“Go to sleep son” Gifford gently kissed Peter on the lips.

“ Good nigh dad”

Peter had won the Gifford prize, but he was getting a lot more than he expected. He needed an older man to shape his future and Mr. Gifford was the man to do it.

End of Part 1