I paid the taxi driver. The house was huge. There was a red Ferrari in the driveway. Slowly I walked to the front door holding tightly on to my small suitcase. The power of the unknown struck me. I took a deep breath and raised my shaking hand to press the doorbell.
Four minutes went by. Then I heard the door unlock and the door swung open. He stood tall at least six foot five. Some gray in his otherwise black hair, like mine. Broad shoulders. A tuff of chest hair peeked out of his shirt. I stood there speechless. I had his nose.
"Well, what do you want," he impatiently asked.
"My name is Paul Bradly Jr."
His face froze, eyes widened. He kept staring at me. "Where were you born?"
"Denver, Colorado."
"How old are?"
"19. August 4th. I'm your son."
He took a breath. "Come on in."
He grabbed his phone, hit one button. He was so handsome with a muscle body. "Morning Carolina. Cancel all my appointments. I'll call you later."
He looked me up and down not missing an inch of my body. "Have a seat."
The living room was stunning, a great fireplace at the center and a formal dining area beyond that with great big windows. On the right there was a staircase."
"What do you want?"
"She died. The only thing she left me was your address."
"I sent her money for your college education."
"We used that when she was diagnosed with breast cancer and then to bury her."
"So, why are you here?"
"I had nowhere else to go."
"You could have used the money it took to get here to get an apartment and find a job."
"I ... I wanted ... to ... to meet you."
"What happened to the house?"
"Bank took it."
He walked over to me and ran his hand through my hair. "You turned out to be very handsome. You look like you work out. There's a gym after the kitchen overlooking the pool."
I nodded.
"Up the stairs and to your left there's a bedroom with a bathroom. Come on I'll show you. " As we ascended the stairs my bedroom is at the end of the hall."
"Let's put your stuff away. The dresser is empty
I laid my small suitcase on the bed and opened it.
"Is this it? One Polo shirt, a pair Kahaki pants, two under shirts One pair white socks and another in light brown, gyms shorts, gym shoes, tank top and two pairs of underwear. This is it?"
My eyes went down to the floor. "We only had one small suitcase."
"Do you have a Driver licenses?"
"I do."
"We'll get a New York license in the next or two. Right now, we're going clothes go shopping."
"Really?"
"We'll update it to a New York tomorrow."
"Thank you."
"We're going clothes shopping today."
"Really?"
"No one should only have two pairs of underwear, son"
"I'm going to change my clothes." He walked into his bedroom "Come on in." I followed him to the bedroom. "Did you take any colleges classes?" He removed his tie and button-down shirt, then stepped out of his pants. He wore tight Calvin Klein white briefs.
"A semester of management, consulting and leadership."
Curiously his smile widened. "Very good." I was staring at his thighs which were all muscle and sexy. I felt a twinge in my cock as he got into a pair of tight jeans. His body was perfect. He pulled on a polo t-shirt, while I stared at the trail of wild hair going passed his belly button and further down. Why was I getting a hardon?
The shopping trip was a fantasy come true. New jeans, two suits, six ties, sweatshirts with matching sweatpants. Seven Button down shirts. Calvin Klein underwear briefs and Boxer briefs, new t-shirts, sweet expensive trousers and sweaters from Lacoste, Prada. Dior, new balance -- my head was spinning.
When we got home, Rosie, dad's domestic had dinner cooking in the oven. I put all the clothes away while glowing from the day's events. I had to do something for him. In our travels I learned he was all about business. His personal life ... well, he didn't have one. He didn't seem to regret it and so I got this plan in my head. He had given me so much pleasure I wanted to return the favor. I stared forming an indecent and sexy plan to repay him for his kindness plan. But I didn't care.
Dinner was excellent. Dad talked all about his business. I was fascinated that one small pump company was turned to a multi-national corporation. And that happened by sweat and innovation and a lot of hard work. When he suggested I start learning the business. I flipped out. I was to be his new assistant. The person I was replace was being elevated within the company. I did everything in my power to learn the business he built from scratch. So, wanting to make him proud of me.
Later that night after dinner were dishes washed. After I had a nice hot shower. Then put my new Calvin Klein underwear on. When the house fell silent. I waited an hour before launching my plan of thanking my father. I walked down the hall and entered his bedroom. I quietly crawled under the blankets feeling the warmth of his body. I scooted closer to his body.
My arms went around his middle. He was naked. I felt around and found his cock. He was as hard as a steel beam. Gently I began jacking him off. Suddenly I felt his hand on mine. He turned around in the bed and hugged me. His mouth met mine. His tongue explored my mouth. I felt so hard like I could burst. His hand found my ass. Two fingers caressed my tight little hole.
I heard a sound, didn't know what it was but seconds later he placed two wet fingers on my tight butthole then plunged them deep inside of me. I gasped from such intense pleasure. He stirred my butthole; I gasped from the intense feeling. They were replaced by his large cockhead right up against my hole. Slowly his cock entered my tight tunnel with each thrust I deeply inhaled in a pleasure I'd never felt before. Panting in deep breath. He picked up his rhythm going deeper and deeper into my body. His pace quickened. He had a big cock, and my butthole was only so big, but I wanted more of him.
He began making sounds like a wild animal. His thrusts became deeper and deeper I felt him ease himself into my hole and claim it. And then he violently came up my manhole. I felt each heavy load splashing into my hole, howling like a beast in the night. I went limp in his arms. His lips met mine and we seemed to kiss forever. Until he got out of bed and stood up. He picked me up like a doll and took me into the shower. The warm water felt welcome. He washed us both kissing me all over.
The next morning it was our eyes that acknowledge our late-night tryst. A smile here, a look there. Our fingers brushed against each other. He patted my ass. My hand on his shoulder. And then the night came around again.
He came into my bedroom like a highway robber from the days of old. He slipped under the sheets and blankets his mouth found my cock. I'd never had anyone give me oral sex, so I was panting madly loving every lick, every stroke of his tongue. I thought I'd come but slowed down. I lowered my head found his huge cock that been up my tight little hole only last night. I shoved it in mouth in the most loving way I could. I swallowed every inch I could. Gagging a little but determined to make him cum in mouth. I had to taste him. He grabbed both sides of my head and gently fucked my mouth. I grabbed his hard cock with my soft hand I began jacking me softly. He shot into my mouth with six blasts of thick salty cum. So much cum it spilled from the corners of my mouth.
On third night we lie naked under the sheets holding hands. "These last few days at work you have proved to me you are generally interested in the company. You're inquisitive. You ask the right question. Everyone knows we are together and they are surprised and relived that you do your job and are committed to our business."
"I have a confession to make." He took a deep breath. "I married your mother because she was pregnant with another man's child. She would have been scorned, ridiculed and thrown out of her parents' home. When I left, the town thought I had died. I'm telling you this, so we have no secrets after tonight.
From the nightstand he produced a small box. He simply asked. "Will you marry me?"
