Daddy Has Arrived

Daddy Has Arrived

It was just after midnight, a cold dull night in February.  I was alone, at home, up late, online.  I was chatting with an ok-looking guy my own age (he’s 35, I’m 33) on one of the well known online hookup sites.  I won’t say exactly which one, for reasons that will be understood a bit later on.  I wasn’t that interested in this guy, but he definitely was into me. It was the second time he had contacted me, and I was mulling it over in my head… do I want to hook up or am I just stringing him along here…

… and then this new boy’s message came in on the side:

                 Hot Daddy

                  I want to be your good boy

                  PLEASE?

I laughed out loud.  Me, a “Daddy”? What the fuck is this.  He has to be at least 18 to be on this website, and I just had my 30th birthday a few years ago. 

Fun with math: If I had an 18 year old son, it would mean I impregnated a girl when I was just 15.  Such things do happen in the world, sure.  But it definitely wasn’t my life story.  Not even close.  I’ve never fucked a girl, and I didn’t start fucking boys until I was halfway through college.

So, I found it amusing.  “Daddy.”  Ha ha ha.  Then this kid sends a follow up:

                  Daddy you are so handsome

                  Please

I would do anything for you

I look more closely at the boy’s profile.  I am normally into men my own age.  I’m tall, strong, hot/handsome looking. I’m sexually versatile, I’m newly single, I have a strong sex drive, and I’m into MEN. 

But this kid, he’s awful cute. I linger for a moment on his young puppy-dog face, those wide innocent looking eyes, the soft tender curves of his lips... and the smooth slender fit body he shows parts of, in his pics.  I think, well okay, if I were hypothetically into the very young ones, I would have to admit, this boy is indeed beautiful.

But, like I said, I go for men… and I really wasn’t looking for a boy so young, something so cross-generational. 

And I was cautious for another reason.  To be clear, you have to be at least age 18 to have an account on this website.  Or, more accurately, you have to *claim* to be age 18 – and the claim has to appear plausible.  I decided he probably really was 18 but just looked young.  Still, I had some doubts, in this case, looking at him. 

I couldn’t resist typing back.

                  First time I’ve been called a “Daddy”

                  Not sure I’m ready for that, LOL

                  Are you sure you’re 18?

The kid replies immediately.

                  18 yes

                  Please Daddy can I come over sometime and be your good boy

                  PLEASE

I laugh out loud again and reply:

                  Daddy is going to bed now

                  But you’re cute

                  Bye and sweet dreams

… and I end the other chat with the 35 year old dude, whom I’ve now been ignoring.  And I log off.

Laying in bed, I think of that boy.  His beautiful face, the longing in his eyes.  The kid seems like a mix of dirty lust and youthful innocence.  I jack off and think about me fucking him.  It gets pretty explicit, as I stroke my dick with more and more intensity.  Me, fucking my boy. He belongs to me. MINE. I’m his Daddy.

This is a new fantasy for me.  And it’s hotter than I would have thought.

As I drift off to sleep, I remember what my friend Brian said, when I turned 30.  I hadn’t thought about it in years, but now tonight it comes back.  He was the first one to use the word Daddy on me but he said it predictively at my 30th birthday party. “You’re gonna be one hot fuckin’ Daddy by the time you hit 40.” 

I laughed, then.  I was just getting adjusted to being no longer a 20-something… and the thought of being 40 was way off and kind of scary to think about.  He went on. “Look at you. Six foot three, with that strong jaw and handsome face, and you got all buff with those muscles now, not so skinny any more.  I’m telling you, man.  Sexy Daddy, that’s what you are gonna be, further down the road.”

I appreciated that.  If we have to get old, it helps to think there will be other ways to still be “hot” in the gay scene.  I was no longer boyish or a “twink”, that was for sure.  And my body was changing, at 30 I was no longer a long skinny beanpole.  I’d been working out a lot and getting stronger, thicker all over. 

So now I’m 33, and I stand 6’3” (191 cm) and weigh 200, and a lot of it is muscle.  I grew out a short dark-brown beard on my face, and I look very masculine.  It’s funny, I get told I look intimidating now.  Handsome, but striking… imposing… even  dominant.  The combination of my height, facial features, beard, and the way I walk and talk.  But I can tell you, it’s just surface level. Inside I’m still the same nice friendly gay guy I always was. 

Hooking up, this means I’m always assumed to be the Top, based on my stats and the look of me.  It is a real treat when I find a man who is versatile or is a top.  I love getting fucked, truth be told.  I like giving it too, but I really love taking it.  But, the laws of supply and demand have taught me to market myself as mostly a top.  And that’s what I do, and frankly the results speak for themselves: anytime I want to fuck somebody, I can.  Identifying as a top works out well for me.  And I do like it, it does feel good, I get off, and I am definitely giving the customer what they want, LOL.

But now, this fantasy.  The cute young kid from tonight, on Scruff.  “Daddy.” “Please…” 

I fucked that boy passionately, fucked him so good, in my fantasy.  Pounded him down.  And he loved it.

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Days later, on a cloudy gray Saturday afternoon, I went back online.  And waiting for me, was a new message from the boy.

                  Daddy I unlocked this album for you :-)

I clicked on the link he provided.  Of course I did.  And what awaited me were nine fully-nude, private-album photos of this boy.  Most of them were taken on a bed, I assume his bed, in his bedroom.  He was careful to crop out his face on these, but it was clearly him.  Three of the pics were of his butt.  And I had to admit, my God: that is one beautiful young boy-butt. So fucking smooth and perky and round, and so soft looking.  And look at that perfect fuckin’ hole. Fuckable, so damn fuckable. And he wants it from me, wants it so bad.  My dick got hard, swelling up to full mast, as I spent time looking through the kid’s nude photos. 

I decided, in my aroused state, to take a naked pic of me standing by my window, from the neck down.. and send it to the boy in response.  I got my dick super hard and gleaming nicely with a bit of lube, and I stood near the natural mid-afternoon light of my apartment windows and I took six or seven shots.  Fuck, they turned out to be hot actually.  I chose the best – and sent it.  With this message.

                  Nice album, nice ass, nice everything

                  This is me right now…

                  (PHOTO)

He wasn’t online at the time, so I let it go and forgot about it, and I went to the gym.  But a few hours later, back home, I had the urge to check back.  And the kid was all fired up over the photo I’d sent:

                  Daddy that pic is driving me crazy!!! WANT

                  Please may I come over

                  PLEASE

                  I want to be your boy so much Daddy

Long story short, we chatted for a half-hour and it got intensely X rated.  Before too long, I was definitely persuaded to make it happen. To invite the boy over here and give him what he so badly wanted.  And it turned out that his best time to come over was tomorrow, Sunday, during the day.  So we made the plan.  And I decided to not go out late that night – needed to rest up.  There’s an 18 year old boy waiting to get fucked real good, and that’s gonna take some energy.

And thinking with my dick, meant I had to cancel on some Sunday brunch plans I’d made with friends. Oh well.  I know it’s happened to me a few times, ha ha.

Fortunately I keep my home kind of neat, so when I spontaneously invite a guy over for sex, there isn’t much to do in terms of cleaning. I stayed in, watched Saturday Night Live, slept well, and on Sunday morning I just got up at 9 as usual and ate a light breakfast and relaxed.  The boy was coming over at 11. I still didn’t know his name and he didn’t know mine. 

I looked in the mirror close-up after showering and trimming my beard a little, and with the morning light coming in strong through the windows, I noticed a change in my face.  I knew I had a few gray/white hairs in my beard.  One became three, three became five.  But now when I looked closer, I saw it was more like 15 or 20 of them, mixed in with all the dark brown.  And in the bright sunlight I saw my own face looking just a little older, more lived-in.  I looked more definitely “30-something” than I had realized.  And I could imagine how much older I looked, to a kid like the one who was coming over soon.  Me, taller and stronger and a full 15 years older than him, complete with a hint of gray in my beard. 

And I saw it, or hints of it, right then and there, looking back at me in the mirror.  Daddy.

Somehow in that moment, I decided, fuck – time flows one way, relentlessly.  I’m 33 and it happened so fast and I’m only gonna get older. We all are!  And so I decided: this hookup, with this boy, today, will be an experiment and maybe even a turning point.  First performance in a new role, a new identity.  Can I take on the part of Daddy, with this boy?  Do I have what it takes?  Can I actually get into it, enjoy it?  Who knows. 

But I decided to really go for it.  Play that fucking part, and play it to the hilt.  See what happens.

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I put on a splash of designer cologne, brush teeth one more time, and put on some nice “chill” background music.  And I wait.

The door buzzer rings at at exactly 11am.  I hear it and I know, eager boy, he got here early and he’s been waiting. 

He comes in and he’s so cute.  And so fucking young. The kid stands before me, about 5’10”, slim, sexy eyes and tousled hair, and chewing a wad of gum.  His body is a soft youthful blend of fit and delicate; his energy a blend of eager and shy.  The boy, half a foot shorter than me and probably 60 pounds lighter, looks up into my face.  

I smile, to help him not be nervous.  “Hi there. Welcome.” 

He says softly “Hi.. I’m Justin.” 

I smile, looking down into his eyes. “Hello Justin. So… you can just call me Daddy.” 

Justin’s eyes sparkle and his pretty mouth spreads into a big grin. “Hi Daddy.”

I smile and say “Follow me.”  I lead Justin into the kitchen.  I open a lower cabinet containing my trash bin, and I motion to it.  “Be a good boy and throw out your gum. I wanna kiss you.”

He’s still smiling, a little intimidated but a lot excited.  “Ok Daddy!” and he does as I told him.

A moment later I’ve pulled young Justin close to me and I’m kissing his soft sweet lips.  The gum was a berry/fruit type of flavor, I can taste a hint of it.  His lips are beautiful… full, plump, sensual.  I want to keep on kissing them.  He loves it too, his face is arching up to meet mine as we make out.

As we kiss and kiss, I plant both my big firm hands on Justin’s sexy little ass.  Staking my claim.  He gets very turned on by this, I can tell, there’s a new urgent eagerness in his kisses, as I grab and squeeze the round softness of his butt.

I tell him, “I want to strip you naked… nice and slow.”  He just nods his pretty head, looking up into my eyes.  I kneel down and remove each of his sneakers, then each sock.  I unbutton and pull down his jeans.  I then slide down Justin’s underwear, leaving him vulnerably half-naked before me, his loose shirt barely concealing his free-swinging dick as it points out at me.  I stand tall again before my boy, kissing him again, and feel his hard dick pressing into the space between my thighs as we kiss.  I think to myself, mmm, I’ll get to know that cute dick, later on.

I pull his shirt off overhead, and then his white tank-T undershirt.  And now this beautiful boy is naked, from toes to head, completely naked and erect, standing here before me.  I’m still fully clothed.  I smile and look his entire body up and down, nice and slow.  I say “Justin.  You sexy kid.  Daddy’s gettin’ turned on.”

I direct Justin to slowly remove my clothes now, in return.  Mine slide off much easier, I’m barefoot and in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.  And now I’m naked too, and we stand face to face.  Dick to dick.  And we move in close and warm and tight, and kiss some more, me and my sexy boy, our hard cocks sliding alongside each other, our two bodies standing locked in a deep embrace. 

I reach down and cradle Justin’s smooth young balls in my hand.  I kiss him more softly as I do this.  I tell him, “Put your hand on mine, too, like I’m doing with you.”  He does, and we kiss again, our hands cradling each other’s balls as we stand.  I say, “Stay like this, with me.  I want to talk about something.”

The boy looks up into my eyes, expectant. Holding my most vulnerable private parts in his warm soft hand, as I hold his.

“Justin.  We chatted a lot the other night.  You told me some stuff about your life.  About how your actual Daddy left, when you were little. And I started to get the impression, maybe you are still in high school, still living with your Mom?”

His eyes widen in apprehension. I continue, cradling his balls tenderly as I talk to him, so close, face to face.

“Justin. I’m asking now for a step forward, in mutual trust.  I won’t bust you online, and I won’t tell anyone. But right here right now, just you and me.  Tell me your actual age. You know mine. 33. Tell me yours, just between us, for real.”

He hesitates.  I stroke his balls again and I nod gently. “It’s OK.”

He opens his mouth to speak. “I – – I, um… I turn 17 in three weeks.”

I lean in and hold Justin close, and just hug him.  And I realize, the boy has begun to cry.  He’s sobbing softly into my shoulder and chest, holding me so tight.  I keep on hugging him, warm and safe, and I stroke his wavy, tousled hair.  And I feel for him an unusual mix of desire, and empathy… and also a grudging, fear-based respect for the law.

Still standing naked together, I gently end the embrace and we look in each other’s eyes again.  Justin has been crying and his eyes are reddish, tears on his cheeks.  I say “Justin…. It was brave of you to tell me.  It means a lot to me, that you did.  But we have to talk more now.  Can you tell me the age of consent in this state? You know it, right?”

He nods slowly. “17.”

I say, almost whispering, “Good boy. When do you turn 17.”

“On March 10th.”

“Let me tell you what happens then, that cannot happen now.  You can come over here and we can do whatever the fuck we want… LEGALLY.”  Justin nods again, sniffling.  “Whatever… the fuck… we want.  You and me.”  He nods again as I’m speaking softly to him.

“But I don’t want to break the law.  I can’t take that risk. I mean, sure, we can argue that it’s stupid, that it’s not like you’re a child now and then suddenly a man on March 10th.  But the law draws that line somewhere, and they draw it across your 17th birthday.  So... no sex today... but you come back in a few weeks, and I promise you, you beautiful boy. I’m gonna throw you the best private 1-on-1 birthday party.  And you know what?  Waiting for it, is gonna make it even better.  Okay?”

Justin nods, trying not to cry again. “Okay.”  I grin. “Okay, what?” And I wink at him.

He smiles, finally.  “Okay, Daddy.”

We’re still naked, all this time, standing together in my kitchen.  I say, “I don’t want to just kick you out now, though.  Here.  Put on your underwear, and your jeans, and shirt.  And I’ll do the same.  And come with me to my bed and we can cuddle for a while.  Not sex. Cuddling. I’m sure that is legal.”  

Justin looks up at me and says, “I thought for sure, you were gonna kick me out and be mad at me.  I’m, I just – Thank you, thank you so much.”

We lay there in my bed for a long, long time.  I just kept on holding Justin in my arms, making him feel warm and safe and fully held.  And he relaxed and just obeyed the boundaries after a while. Letting me just hold him close.  A lot of time passed.  And every so often I said “You can go when you want, or you can just stay right here, it’s okay.  Daddy’s got you, it’s okay.” 

And he loved that.  “Daddy’s got me,” he repeated, almost whispering it.  His face was turned from mine, but I could feel the smile as he said the words.  And he kept wanting to stay, just stay in my arms, in my bed. 

Justin left two or three hours later.  Longest cuddle session of my life so far.  And, for him, probably the most needed one of his life so far.  It felt like a gift that only I could provide, and I was glad to give it. 

And beneath all my directives for us to be on good behavior and exercise restraint and respect the law, FUCK.  Real, strong desire going on. Now we both had to just wait out the passing of those next three weeks.

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I’ll skip right over the part where time……… just…….... dragged……... for every day of those three weeks.

But it sure did.  For me, and even more for poor young Justin.  But finally here it was, the day before March 10th.  We chatted online again.  He asked:

                  So like I just come over again and it’s like we get a do-over

                  Right?

I laughed.  And responded:

                  Exactly

And so we did.  Sunday, March 12 was the day.

Justin arrived at my door at 11am sharp once again, and this time there was so much pent-up horniness and anticipation. I could almost feel it in the air.  And for him, a new boldness and liberation. Sexually legal, at long last.  

It became a game, trying to recreate the exact things we said and did. So, once again, Justin showed up in those same clothes, right on time at 11am, chewing gum, and I made him throw it out.  And we kissed, and I slid his clothes off and he removed mine.  Every step of this dance was familiar, yet spiced up with all that waiting.  And with the knowing what it means for Justin to have reached the legal age of consent; what it now gives us the full freedom and permission to do.

We stood naked, cradling each other’s balls, kissing softly.  “Tell me your real age.”

He smiled big, from ear to ear.  “17 years and two days!” 

I kissed him softly again, then more passionately.  And I said it again, looking down into my boy’s hungry eyes, my beard tickling his smooth face as we kissed and nuzzled, standing naked in my kitchen.  “Happy birthday, Justin.  You beautiful boy. Congratulations. Because now, we… can do… whatever… the fuck.. we want.”

And POW! It was like a gun went off, and we just dove right into the deep end of the pool of everything we’d been wanting.

It’s all a horny and headstrong blur now, but I recall some of the details. I literally picked that boy up off the tiled kitchen floor, naked, and carried him over my shoulder into my bedroom, grunting comically like a fucking caveman.  And he squirmed and cried out, delighted and fake-scared, “Oh! Daddy! What are you doing? Am I bad, am I gonna get spanked, Daddy?”

And I just marched on in there and threw that naked boy down onto my bed, so hard he actually bounced, and I dove right on top of him, pinning him down.  He fake-struggled against me as I growled sexy and nasty into his ear.  “Fuck, I want you, boy.”

“Oh! Daddy! Please don’t hurt me Daddy!  I’ll be good!”

I laughed, still pinning him down, grinding my hips into him, kissing his neck and his throat roughly, hungrily.  “Yeah, you gonna be my good boy? Huh?”

“Yes Daddy!”  He wrapped his slender arms and legs around me, trying so hard to hold onto as much of me as he could.  God, this kid was fuckin’ hungry for it. He whimpered like a little puppy, “I’m good, I’m your good boy, mm mm anything you want!”

I sat up and straddled his face, towering over him.  My full thick hard dick nudged against his sweet eager face.  I gave him the command, deliberate and firm. “Suck Daddy’s dick.”

And sweet Jesus, did he suck it.  I don’t want to know exactly when he learned how to do it so good, but damn, I was reaping the benefits now.  Those beautiful full juicy lips were wrapped around my cock and he just sucked and sucked, devotedly, religiously, his mouth warm and wet and velvety soft, moving all over my big thick cock.  I was moaning and grunting with pleasure.  He couldn’t quite deep-throat it but he sucked a whole lot of it, I was impressed.  And as young Justin sucked me, his two soft warm hands were exploring all over my chest and torso, admiring my long strong muscular body, bigger and older and different from his.  I caressed the back of his head, stroking and tugging on his thick wavy hair as he sucked and sucked on that Daddy dick like a good boy.  And I realized I was loving this.  I was getting way, WAY into it… as Daddy.

I stopped him after a while because I had the urge to reciprocate, to taste that sweet dick of his in return.  “Now I wanna suck your dick, you sexy boy. Gimme a taste.”  And I pinned him down on the bed and straddled him, then spread my body out and slid down, my bearded face kissing his chest, his belly, and then feeling the tip of that sweet juicy dick.  I sucked it with enthusiasm, that’s for sure.  It tasted just as good as I was hoping, and it felt so alive and bouncy in my mouth.  I could tell he was close to cumming after just a couple of minutes.  Suddenly he blurted out “Oh I’m gonna—“ and it happened, jet after jet of warm fresh boy-semen filled my hungry mouth.  Fuck, it tasted so funky and bracing and aromatic and fuckin’ delicious.  I just kept on sucking that dick and swirling all his fresh cum around and around in my mouth, savoring the awesome taste of it.  His dickhead was highly sensitive and his whole body was bucking and thrashing in my bed as I tortured him by continuing to suck that dick right after he came.  “Ohh! Ohh fuck Daddy, I can’t, OHH!”  I just kept on swirling my mouth and tongue around and around, trapping his still-pulsing dick in that state of sweet fuckin’ agony.  Finally I relented and swallowed all that fresh spunk down with a hearty gulp, and I lay back on the bed next to him.

“Fuck, boy, you tasted so great. That was so fuckin’ hot.” 

Justin smiled, still flushed and gasping for breath from what I’d just done to him.  His face was delirious in his post-orgasm state. “Daddy…” was all he said, softly.

He was kind of spent, after just blasting off a load into my mouth… but I sure wasn’t.  I was like a fucking tiger and I wanted more.  My hungry mouth went back down toward his crotch, licking his tender balls, breathing in the intoxicating fresh-musky scent of him.  I kept on licking and nuzzling, slowly heading south, going for that delectable ass of his.  I paused and looked up into his eyes, wickedly.  “Hey boy.  Did ya do what I told you, the other night?  Did you get that ass all nice and ready, for Daddy to fuck you good?” 

We’d had some dirty-talking online chat about how I wanted him to prepare that sexy butt, and get it all clean, be ready for his Daddy.  I even sent him a link to some tutorial videos on the subject, in case he had any questions.

He grinned. “Yup.  I definitely did, right before coming over here!”

I smiled back up at him. “Good boy.”  And with both hands I spread that perfect ass of his wide apart, and I just dove my face back on down in there and I fucking French-kissed that beautiful butthole of his for a long, long time.  I loved the feel and the taste of it so much.  And I knew it was going to be a phenomenally good fuck, a few minutes from now.  All that time my mouth was up in his delicious ass, making love to it, my dick was fully hard, throbbing, impatient… wanting its turn.

Justin was loving it. I don’t think he’d ever had a rim job anything like what I was giving him. 

Then I got an idea.  I was going to wait and bring it out later, to be cute, but I got the urge to do it now.  I had a birthday cupcake waiting for him in the kitchen, a gourmet chocolate cupcake with white frosting and a candle, from the local bakery.  And now I thought it would be fun to let Justin make a birthday wish before I fuck him.  Plus, if we eat some of it, I can kiss him and my kisses won’t taste like his ass, ha ha.  So I said “hang on a moment, I wanna go get something.  Be right back.”

I wandered off naked to the kitchen, and came back with the cupcake all lit up.  Justin beamed, his eyes radiant with delight. “Oh this is so cute, I love it!”

“Make a wish... and then I’m gonna fuck you the best that I can, to make sure it comes true.”  

He smiled, and composed himself for a few seconds.  Then quick, impulsive, he blew out the candle.  And I held the cupcake to his face.  “Go on, you first, and I want some too.”  We each took a few bites and then we started making out, our mouths still half full of delicious chocolate cake and creamy sugar-frosting.  The rest of the cupcake spilled onto my bed, making a small mess, but I didn’t give a fuck. Because all I wanted was to give a fuck... to my boy.

Lube did its magic and I got Justin into position, on his side, and I slid into him nice and slow.  I figured the side-saddle position would be a good way to start, find out how open or tight he is.  He felt great… that hole was kind of tight at first but he took me, he let me gently force my way in there.  Fuck, so hot, being inside him. I began to move in and out and he gasped with intensity.  I fucked him like that, gentle but insistent, for a while, feeling his insides slowly saying Yes to me, yielding to me, opening up for me.

Finally I was able to really and truly start fucking my sexy boy.  I could pull my dick almost all the way out and then fuck it all the way back in, giving him really deep waves of penetration.  He fucking loved it, more and more.  He cried out “God, this DICK!” and “Oh Daddy, it’s so big and warm!”

I flipped Justin over onto all fours with that beautiful ass in the air, and I mounted him from behind and started really fucking him vigorously, doggy style.  The boy went wild and bucked his hips back against my dick with every thrust.  I started talking dirty to him as I power-fucked him. “Yeah, that’s my dirty boy, you fuckin’ love that don’t ya…. Fuckin’ TAKE that dick, boy… yeah, nice and open … Daddy’s fuckin’ you good now, huh!”  He just took every thrust I delivered, his hips bucking in rhythm with mine, his soft voice moaning and whimpering, his whole body feeling it intensely. 

Finally I lost control and grabbed onto him and fucked even faster and I came so fuckin’ hard, shooting my spunk way up deep inside him. Breeding my boy.  As primal and intimate as it fuckin’ gets.  So HOT, that moment, me coming inside him like I did. 

We collapsed and just lay there for a while, and I offered to help my boy cum too… but he said he liked everything just the way it was, and didn’t feel a need to cum. 

So then we took turns showering and cleaning up.  By now it was early afternoon, and I offered to get some pizza delivered.  It came within 20 minutes and we threw a few clothes back on and devoured it, then just for fun I ordered young Justin around. “Well, boy, I fed ya.  Go on, do the dishes, clean the table and countertop.  You’re my boy, right? Go on, Son. Do some chores for your Daddy.”

He did it.  And he seemed to really get into it, eagerly and obediently doing what I told him to.  With the kitchen all nice and clean after just 10 minutes, I went into the bedroom and rescued the remaining pieces of frosted cupcake.  I came out to the kitchen and fed them to him. “ ’Atta boy, good job. You get dessert.” He savored the sweet taste and licked his big sexy lips afterward.

And somehow we both got fired up all over again, I started grabbing his ass and he started saying “Daddy, I want you inside me again” and before we knew it, we’d torn each other’s clothes off and were back in my bed, naked again, and I lubed him up all over again and I fucked him slow this time, missionary, face to face.  We kissed, and there was some real feeling going on, my boy and me.  This was sex and real connection.  Justin moaned softly mid-kiss as I fucked him slow and deep.  This time he was the one who came, hard, spurting all over both of us as I fucked him slow and good.  

And I came again a moment later, inside him again, but more gently this time.  And again it just felt so warm and intimate... animalistic, yet fuckin’ beautiful.  And I could tell we were both going to remember this day for many years to come.

And that sexy boy just looked up at me, looking into my eyes, and said, “Daddy can I ask you something?”  I kissed him.  “Go for it, ask me anything.”

“Okay. Um… I was wondering, like, maybe, um…. are you doing anything next Sunday?”

I paused. I smiled.

“Yup. Doing you.”