Daddy issues

The morning of the wedding Josh woke out of a deep slumber with Ryan nudging him awake.

"Wake up, big guy," he said in his cracked morning voice. "We overslept."

Josh wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked at the clock. 9:35. "What time do we have to meet everyone?"

"Eleven. I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"Yeah."

As Josh roused up, he got out of bed and looked down at his morning wood. He gave a quick tug at it, feeling the long cock in his fingers before letting go. "I can't believe you're still up, buddy," he said to himself. "Especially after last night." Ryan liked to joke that Josh was freebasing viagra and testosterone to get a sex drive like had. But Josh had always been this way, since he was a teenager. Nonstop horny. It had gotten worse since he met Ryan.

He could hear the shower starting as he walked to the bathroom. Ryan was there in full glory, wetting his large beefy dad body. The man was 47 now, and looked every bit as magnificent as when they’d met. Better even, more Dad-like, Josh decided. Josh's dick burped a little pre at the sight. He stepped into the shower to join the man.

"I thought it might save some time," Josh grinned.

"Good idea," Ryan smirked, pulling Josh into a morning kiss. They ran their hands over each other's bodies, lathering up, and just caressing the muscle, young and old, steel-hard and thick-vascular. The similarity as well as the contrast managed to turn them on each time.

"I can't believe I'm marrying my dad in six hours," Josh said, wrapping his arms around Ryan's broad, powerful back.

"Believe it, kiddo," Ryan moaned, his fat erection now rubbing insistently against Josh's abs. "We're gonna make a Miller out of you today."

"Oh Dad," Josh cried and pressed his mouth against Ryan's, welcoming the dominant tongue inside. Sometimes kissing his dad felt like the nastiest, most sexual thing.

Ryan pulled back at last, a serious expression on his face combined with pure Miller lust. Gently he nudged Josh's shoulders to tell him to turn around. Josh understood immediately and complied.

The man soaped up his prick for a little lubrication, and held Josh's upper body steady with his left hand while with the right he guided his large paternal penis to its familiar. "It's gotta be a quickie today, son," he said as his cock breached Josh's rectum and pushed in.

Josh was ready for it and his dick surged as he got filled by his dad. Nice deep stroke fuck... just what he needed before the wedding. He reached down and started jerking his rod.

"Fuck me, Dad," he moaned. "I wanna make sure that dad load is deep inside me when I marry you today. Standing in front of everyone... putting on that ring.... feeling your sperm seep out me, reminding me why you own me.... Why I'm a Miller now."

His perverted words were turning Ryan on big time. "Christ Junior, you can't get enough of your daddy, can ya?" He was fucking fast and not holding back. He started cumming, hard and deep inside Josh. Sensing the daddy's orgasm behind him, the boy jerked furiously and sprayed his seed on the shower wall.

* * *

The event itself felt like a whirlwind to both men, but it was a great time. The ceremony was emotional for both men, and in a brief wave of perverted thought Josh realized that yes, he could feel Ryan's seed trickling out of him as he stood there, reciting his vows.

The best men, Zach and Ryan's buddy Greg, gave great speeches, but for Josh his favorite moment was when Mike Carter stood up and clinked his glass.

"I have just a short thing to say. I've seen Josh as he's changed over the years, found himself, became his own man. And I couldn't be prouder. Josh, I know we've had some ups and downs, but, well, kid, you're an amazing son, and Ryan's a lucky son of a bitch to have you."

There wasn't a dry eye in the place. Even Ryan started tearing up.

Later on, Ryan found a moment when Mike was alone at the bar, watching the reception party. "Doing OK, sir?"

"Ryan, call me Mike."

"Sure, Mike."

"Yeah, having a blast. To be honest, I wasn't sure I would."

Ryan was curious. "What do you mean?"
"Eh, it's my first gay wedding. Hard to know what to expect, exactly."

"Part of you still sad it's your son having it?"

Mike grimaced and looked at Ryan. "I'd be lying if I said no. Life's not how you plan it, though. And I've had a good one so far. And Josh is a good kid."

"Yes he is," Ryan said.

"I hope you weren't offended what I said in my toast."

"About me being lucky to have Josh? It's the truth, Mike. I know it. I think everyone knows it but Josh."

"Well, it's your job now to make him know it. Every day."

Mike's words sent a chill down Ryan's spine. He hadn't thought of it that way, but the man was right. "I'll do my best, believe me." He paused then decided to continue. "One thing I am going to push him on is not shutting you out. I know he does that sometimes as a defense. Maybe he had to, maybe he just felt he did. Either way, I think it's time for him to move to a new phase in life."

"Well, maybe I've shut him out too at times. But I appreciate what you're saying Ryan. And for what it's worth already I see a huge change in Josh, since he's started dating you."

"He was ready to change," Ryan said. "I was just the right man, at the right time."

* * *

Ryan and Josh fumbled, tired and drunk, into their hotel room. It had been an exhausting day and an even more tiring evening, but they weren't ready for sleep yet.

"Hey sexy," Josh growled as he ran his hands under the jacked of Ryan's suit and along his chest, up to fondle the tie. "Isn't the tradition you take your son's cherry on your wedding night?"

"Never heard of that one," Ryan said, peeling off Josh's navy blue suit coat. "But I'm happy to start it."

"I'm not virgin, though."

"Fuck..." Ryan growled, his hands kneading Josh's ample ass muscle, "I wish I could have taken that, son."

"Me, too, dad." His hands were undoing Ryan's belt and pants. With a push, they and his underwear were down to his knees.

Ryan pushed Josh back on the bed and started removing his shoes, then his pants. He didn't bother taking off the silk-wool dress socks or even the underwear. He quickly unlaced off his dress shoes and removed them, in order to kick off his pants. He pushed down his briefs and stepped out of them too, his massive erection poking up impatiently.

With a grunt, he crawled on the bed and grabbed Josh's underwear. With both hands, he pulled the fabric apart till the briefs ripped open. Josh was erect and spreading his legs. Ryan could see the crusty spot where his earlier cum load had dried in Josh's ass hairs. A quick lube up and he was ready to fuck.

"So..." he said as he pushed his dick in, "My boy's a Miller, too."

"Proud of it, sir!" Josh replied, in almost military rectitude. "Any man would be lucky to be your son."

"Any dad would be lucky to have an ass to fuck like yours, Junior," Ryan huffed. He'd have to slow it down if he wanted to last. "I'm buried in you how, big guy, feel me?" He gave a little inward thrust to accentuate the point, pressing his ballsac against Josh.

"Gawd yeah, you're huge dad. Big fucking dad cock in me."

"Damn straight. And hard as nails for my son." He held mostly still, not wanting to trip his wires yet. Besides, he was getting off on the progression of facial expressions on Josh's face as the bottom boy got used to being stuffed to capacity.

"Oh, Dad," Josh moaned.

"Easy there, Tiger, Daddy's got you. Gonna take care of my boy." He pulled back and punched his hardon back in. Josh not only was ready but relished the hard assault. He repeated it. "Ready for me to bust your cherry, Junior?"

Josh nodded, "Please Dad."

"I'm not playing, Josh. I got another cherry to take from you."

Josh's eyes were uncomprehending. He was excited and scared both.

Ryan smiled and slowly pulled back until his excited cockhead plopped free of Josh's tight ring. "Hold it there, J.R." Josh watched as the man's large nude muscular body walked across the room to his bag and pulled something out. When he came back to the bed he was holding a dildo, which he proceeded to lube up. Josh's eyes opened when he saw it was the Mike Carter dick.

"Even though you're my son," Ryan said, crawling back into the saddle. "I don't want you to forget about your Daddy Mike, you hear?"

Josh's heart pounded. "Yes, sir."

Ryan placed the fake cock on top of his own, teasing Josh's hole. Then, as a couple of inches of his meat was buried inside that ass, he pivoted the dildo until it penetrated the hole as well. Josh moaned.

"Easy, buddy, you can do it. You're a big boy, now, you can take both your daddies, right?"

"Yeah, Dad," Josh sighed, feeling a pain but also a pleasure in his stretching hole.

"Good boy..." Ryan said, patting his stomach. "The hard part's over. Both your men have penetrated you, now it's just smooth sailing from here." Slow he slid the double cock inside Josh.

"Wow," Josh said, savoring the new sensation. His prostate was quivering at the assault.

"See what I mean. Your daddies are gonna fuck you off good, tonight."

"You're driving me crazy dad." Then adding, "You, too, Daddy Mike."

"Two's better than one, huh?"

"Yes, sir."

"I know you've been holding back sometimes. Trying to focus on me instead of Mike. It's OK, bud. You got two daddies who love you."

"Ungh, Dad..." his moans were getting higher pitched, more urgent.

Ryan slammed his hips forward driving in the double cock into his man. Adapting his voice to copy Mike Carter's he revived the old man's pet name. "That's it, Joshie, let it out..."

That did it. Josh Miller's prick sprayed like rapid gunfire, short hard bursts that splattered everywhere. Quickly, Ryan pulled the dildo out and started an intense, quick fuck, punching out even more of Josh's semen and getting himself to the finish line.

"Oh, fuck... my beautiful boy," he muttered before hosing Josh's insides with his marital load.

* * *

Epilogue

They didn't take a traditional honeymoon. Ryan wanted to go somewhere where they could be truly alone. Maybe a private beach somewhere. Josh found and suggested a lake cabin in upstate New York. On acres of land there was no one around for miles.

Before Ryan went to pick up the car, Josh said he had one last errand to run and would be back to place by 10:30. When Ryan pulled up to their building, he saw Josh bound out with their bags. The kid had gotten his blond hair cropped short, as short as Ryan's. In fact, it more or less an identical haircut.

"Ready to go, Dad," Josh said as they loaded up the car.

"You went pretty short there, Tiger." Ryan said, admiring the new hair style. He ran his hands playfully on the young man's head.

"I wanted to be like you Dad. At least for this trip. I can grow it out again later, if I want."

"Looks good, son."

As they drove up, Josh said, "I want to go all week without wearing clothes."

"Yeah?" Ryan laughed. They dressed pretty casually at home, but he'd never seen a nudist streak in Josh. "I could go for that."

"Imagine...." Josh said. "A whole week to do nothing but sit around and relax and read and watch movies and fuck."

"I have a feeling you're gonna test my sexual endurance." Ryan was starting to bone up behind the wheel.

"You bet," Josh smirked. "I have a goal this week."

"You do, son? What's that?"

"To drain your nuts, till you're shooting blanks. Ever have a dry cum, Dad?"

"Not since the start of puberty. And you?"

"A couple of times," he smiled. "Occasionally I would have all-day JO sessions. A little heads up: dry cums are kind of painful but at the same amazing."

"Sounds like Daddy has a new goal for the week, too."

Now Josh was getting hard. He looked over and saw Ryan's erection poking up in his shorts. Reaching over he started massaging the ridge and then grabbed the zipper.

"What you doing sport?" Ryan asked, nervous. "Daddy's gotta be careful driving."

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm not going to suck you off. I just want to nurse on that bad boy for a while."

With that, he leaned over and took Ryan's staff into his mouth.

* * *

When they pulled up to the small town in the middle of upstate, they picked up the keys. The proprietor, an affable middle-aged man, told them about the cabin and anything they'd need to know. "Have a great week fellas," he said. "My son and I often do the same thing. Sometimes it's great to get away from the women."

"Yes, sir. This trip's overdue," Ryan said. "I haven't had a chance to hang out with my boy in a while."

The place was just as isolated as they'd hoped. The first thing Josh did was strip off his clothes and run down to the dock by the lake, where he jumped in. The water was brisk, but it felt refreshing. He was treading water when Ryan came after him, his larger body lumbering behind. The two swam and played in the water before meeting for a kiss.

At last Josh pulled himself onto the dock and laid out a towel he'd brought down. He knelt on all fours.

"Dad," he said. "I want you to fuck me right here in the open. We don't have to hide out here."

Ryan was on the same wavelength. After a protracted rim job, he spit on his cock and pushed it in. As he began a slow, methodical fuck of his guy, he let his verbal self go, yelling out at the top of his voice how happy he was to be fucking his own son, and not only that he'd married his boy, too. Josh started talking back too... he'd gone from mostly quiet in bed to enjoying giving sex talk.

"Fuck me, Dad. I want everyone to see you fuck your boy. Miller ass taking Miller cock..... You gonna shoot that seed in me Dad? Knock up your own goddamn son?"

Ryan reached around and held tight to Josh's body as he pumped his semen inside the kid. He leaned up as he recovered, running his hands along Josh's back, appreciatively, lovingly. "You know what to say to your Daddy to drive him wild, J.R.," he said. He left his hard prick buried, inside Josh's cummy guts. He knew Josh would be good for another fuck at least. Maybe two. Fuck, Ryan might be shooting blanks by night fall.

* * *

The next morning Ryan returned the gesture. Son fucked Dad right there in the open. Josh came with a huge growl inside Ryan and as the two caught their breath, they made out, their hardons still twitching between them.

“I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to keep up with your sex drive, son,” Ryan moaned as Josh started thrusting against him again. “How are you still hard?”

Josh shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno. I think it’s the idea that I’m on a honeymoon with my father. Something I dreamed of, but never realized it.”

Out of Josh’s request, neither man wore a stitch of clothing that day. They walked back up to the cabin, where they cuddled and made out before Ryan’s fuck hard returned. This time, he rolled Josh over on his back and crawled on top, mounting his son missionary. It was romantic at first but grew more heated as Ryan’s thrusts got deeper, more impetuous.

“Oh, J.R.,” he moaned. “I love fucking you son. Love being inside you.”

“Love it too, dad. Love it all. I want to make you happy.”

“Damn, you do, son. Every fucking day.” He thrust in, not sure how much longer he could hold off.

“No, I mean, really give you what you want. Pull out,” he hissed, excitedly.

Ryan didn’t want to, he wanted to keep fucking his boy. He did.

“No, Dad, pull out,” Josh cried, exasperated.

Ryan complied, feeling his steelhard dad prick snap up and twitch as it came free of the tightness of Josh’s hole. “Damnit,” he swore. He didn’t want to be like this with Josh, but he’d been SO close.

He was even more pissed off as Josh scrambled out of bed. It was unlike his boy to be like this. Ever since they’d met, J.R. had craved Ryan’s cock, craved to be fucked and possessed by his dad.

His frustration was temporary though, because Josh walked back into the room with a pair of shiny handcuffs in his hand, offering them to Ryan. “Put these on me, Dad,” he said as he crawled back into bed, his own hardon near the explosion point.

Ryan smiled. He guided Josh face down onto the mattress as he slapped a handcuff on Josh’s left wrist and pushed it back to the headboard. “Come on boy, the other one,” he growled and watched in satisfaction and Josh lifted his other arm up over his head to rest near his left one. Ryan cuffed that one, too, effectively binding Josh’s wrist to the bed.

Josh’s erection twitched in anticipation against the sheets, humping the bed in excitement.

“My boy likes that huh?”

“Yes, sir. I... I want you to go rough on me. Like you want.”

“Oh god, J.R.” Ryan was so turned on, but nervous.

“I can take it, Dad.” He said bravely. The S&M type stuff had never been his thing, but knowing how much rough sex turned Ryan on made him think more and more about it. “Over there... in my bag, I have something for you.”

Ryan grinned and walked over. There, at the top, was a leather strap, with a loop of a handle. He ran his fingers along the smooth leather, his own erection harder than it had been in a while.

This was like his birthday spanking present but better. With a firm throwing arm movement, he hit the strap against Josh’s behind, which stung red at the impact. He expected his son to recoil, instead he lay still and took it like a champ.

“Yeah, Dad, hit me.”

Ryan did it again. Josh’s ass muscle quivered. Fuck, this was so hot, Joshie had learned to take it. Ryan had the sense to hold back his strength, but he savored the ability to hit the strap against Josh’s backside, even venturing up along the young stud’s muscled back.

Josh wanted to encourage him. “God, Dad, you’re turning me on. Every time you hit me. Let me prove to you I’m a Miller, that I can take it.”

Ryan was getting close again. When he hit Josh with the strap once more, he felt his orgasm coming, without control. “Fuck,” he growled and scrambled to enter his boy. He didn’t make it, at least not before heavy jets of his sperm splatted all over Josh’s bare, muscular backside.

“Umf,” he moaned as he finally sank in. Ryan was real keyed up and Josh was out of his mind, not having gotten off. The feel of Ryan’s meaty dick punching inside him was welcome. “Goddamnit, son, that was amazing. God, you’re a champ.”

“I liked it, Dad. Really.”

Ryan started fucking impetuously, going for a second orgasm. “Fuck you did, too, little buddy, didn’t you? Liked being my strong little man.”

It was torture having his hands cuffed to the bed. Josh wanted so bad to touch his cock, but instead had to rely on the soft friction of the sheets and the internal stimulation. It took longer but was getting him to the precipice. “Oh fuck!” he yelled, happy to be able to scream after the punishment with the strap. His young cock fired heavy seed onto the mattress as Ryan fucked away.

“Right behind you, little buddy,” Ry announced and started his own orgasm. Josh could feel the breaths get heavier against his neck, Ryan’s cockthrusts get harder. Then a yell from his dad. “Motherfuck! Ow! Fuck!”

Hurriedly, Ryan pulled out and rolled off and cupped his genitals, bunching over slightly.

Josh looked over, confused.

Ryan bit his lip. “Fucking dry cum. You weren’t kidding Joshie, those are pretty intense.”

The two met for a tender kiss.

* * *

They made one stop on the way back. Cooperstown. For Ryan it was a near religious experience, like going to church. His life, his dreams, his memories all on the wall for display. He showed Josh every one of them. He was amazed how in awe Josh seemed too, quiet, respectful, attentive. Like Ryan had been when his own Dad had taken him here, so long ago.

At one moment, they were alone in a display room, when Josh's hand bumped against his. A silent request. Ryan pushed back, then circled his fingers around his son’s. He gave a quick squeeze and leaned down to Josh's ears. "Love you, J.R."

"Love you, Dad," Josh replied, then let go as they started to walk to the next room.

THE END