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A new gardener brings me joy
It was a beautiful spring morning. I took my coffee out on to the patio and sat down at a table in my dressing gown and gazed at my garden. It was very, very private being screened on all sides by mature trees and shrubs. I had turned fifty and had been lucky enough to be able to retire and live off the rents that my property investments brought in.
I was still in good shape and guys often told me that I looked not a day over forty. And I had more than my share of guys. I loved all types of men but the young ones gave me my biggest thrills.
Last night had been memorable: The young college boy down the road had come over unexpectedly and we had sucked each other's cocks and fucked each other endlessly. I put my hand down my shorts and jerked at my ten-inch dick until it came in my hand.
Everything in my garden was sprouting and the grass had already grown a little too long. Time to hire a new gardener, I thought to myself. The old boy that had looked after my garden for the last few years had finally retired the previous autumn.
I went in to my study and reached for the yellow pages. There were lots of advertisements for garden maintenance but one stuck out from the rest. It was headed "Actors at Rest" and the text explained that all the firm's staff were actors who were resting between jobs.
A very well spoken guy answered my call immediately. I introduced myself and asked whether it was possible for someone to call that day; it certainly was. The pleasant voice at the other end of the phone said that Tim could come around at eleven and gave details of the hourly rate. It was quite acceptable and I gave my address.
At eleven sharp, a smart van swished into my drive and my doorbell rang. I found an astonishingly handsome young blond guy standing on my doorstep. He was about twenty-two years old, over six feet tall and he was dressed in an oversize T-shirt and cut down Levis. I had the hots for him instantly.
"My name's Tim," he said with a smile and put out his hand.
I shook it, told him that I was called Adam, and took him into the garden through the house.
"What do you think?" I asked him.
"It's a super garden," he replied. "It'll need about three hours a week to keep it in trim."
I agreed and then explained that I had a lunch appointment and that I would be back at around two.
"Do you need me to show you where my garden tools and mower are kept?" I asked him.
"No," he replied. "I'll use those that I have brought in the van."
"I'll leave the kitchen door open for you so that you can make a lunchtime drink and sandwich if you wish," I said to him.
He thanked me and started unloading his equipment. I watched him make a start by taking off his T-shirt to reveal his well-developed torso covered with fine golden hair. I felt my cock begin to swell again.
A business friend and I lunched at the local pub and we discussed some investment plans we had in hand. After an hour had gone by, my friend's mobile rang.
"Christ!" he said. "Something urgent has come up. I'll have to return to the office early. I'll call you later, Adam."
We finished our drinks and I returned home earlier than planned. I went into the house and looked out at the garden and gulped at what I saw.
Tim had taken advantage of the sun and the privacy of my garden and was mowing the lawn stark naked. He was astonishingly well formed with broad shoulders, a narrow waist and extremely long legs. Most remarkable of all, he had an exquisitely long uncircumcised cock and pendulous balls, which swung to and fro as he pushed the mower in the direction of the house. Then he turned the mower to the back of the garden and I was taken aback at the sight of his boyish, firm backside.
My cock was now stiff and throbbing. I went upstairs for a better view and I couldn't resist taking it out and jerking it until my cum shot into my hand. I felt very heady.
As I pulled up my zip, I saw Tim look at his watch and, judging that it was close to two, he put his clothes back on. Thank God for that, I thought. I could cool off now and I could signal my early return without any embarrassment to him.
I went downstairs and into the garden.
"It looks very good," I said. "Fancy some tea?"
"That would be very nice," he replied. "I'm very hot!"
Not as hot as I've just been, I thought to myself. I went in and put the kettle on and he joined me in the kitchen.
"Take a seat," I said. "It won't be long."
I poured out the tea into two large mugs and gave one to Tim and sat down with him at the table. He was extremely thirsty and gulped his straight down. I gave him a refill.
"You're an actor then," I said to him.
"Yes," he replied, "I trained at RADA," he went on to say, "that's the best place in England. I did quite well there and I enjoyed myself too," he went on to say.
"How about work?" I said.
"So-so," Tim replied. "It's an overcrowded profession. I keep my head up mainly through the odd TV commercial. They pay real money."
"I'm sure you'll make it big with your looks and body," I said encouragingly.
Tim blushed a little at the compliment. "Thank you," he said politely.
"Do you have another job on this afternoon?" I asked him.
"No, I'm free until this evening. I do occasional bar work at the King's Head."
"Why don't you take a shower upstairs and stay for an hour or so?" I suggested hoping for a chance to getting to know him more intimately.
"Yes. That would be nice. Let me clean up and load my tools first."
He went out for a while. When he returned, I told him that the shower was off my bedroom and that I had laid out a bathrobe for him.
Tim had been upstairs for well over half an hour and I had wondered if he was all right. I smiled when I saw him stretched out asleep on my bed clad in my spare bathrobe. He must have tired himself out, I thought to myself.
I decided to take a shower too and fifteen minutes later I had dried off and wrapped myself in my robe. Tim had woken up.
"I'm ever so sorry," he said. "After the shower, I felt very tired."
"That's all right. Would you like some more tea?"
"Yes please. That should wake me up a bit," he said gratefully.
When the tea was ready, I suggested that we move into the lounge.
"Would you like to watch a movie?" I asked him as we sipped the tea. "I've got lots of tapes. They're in the drawer under the TV. Choose whichever you like."
Tim nodded and opened the drawer. He took out a few tapes and looked at the titles. He turned and smiled at me and said, "We have similar tastes. Let's try this one."
He loaded the tape and I used the remote to start it. I was thrilled to see that Tim had chosen a gay porno movie.
"Come and sit next to me," I beckoned to him.
Tim did so and we watched the movie together. It was pretty hot stuff. I was glad to know that he was gay or at least bisexual.
I thrilled when Tim put his hand on my knee. I looked at him, kissed him softly on his cheek and put my arm around him. My cock was poker stiff.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I asked him.
"Yes. Very much," he replied.
I started to kiss him lightly on his neck and on his ear. Then I put my free hand inside his robe and massaged his chest. He responded by turning full face to me, looking deep into my eyes and kissing me passionately with an open mouth. I kissed him back again and again as I rubbed his nipples until they became firm.
He sought my massive cock under my bathrobe and sighed at its stiffness and size.
"You're as big as I am," he whispered to me.
I opened his bathrobe and grasped his cock too. It was equally hard and I felt it throb with excitement as I pulled back his foreskin. He got up and let his robe fall to the floor. He stood in front of me and I took his lovely cock into my mouth. Then he held my head in his hands as I sucked it and gently squeezed his dangling balls.
He lay down on the floor and I took off my bathrobe and bent down over him in the sixty-nine position. We sucked and wanked each other until we climaxed with groans of ecstasy. Then I reversed my position and sucked at his neck as he squeezed my buttocks.
"You tasted great," he whispered to me as I licked my cum from his chin.
It came time for Tim to take his leave. He dressed in his gardening clothes and he gave me a goodbye kiss.
"Hang on," I said. "I'm not letting you go just like that. Why can't I pick you up at the pub at closing time?"
"Good idea," he said. "We close at eleven."
I watched him as he drove his truck out of my drive. I clutched at my stiff cock. I wanted to fuck him so badly.
I watched quite a bit of TV that evening in order to take my mind off Tim. I was not very successful. My thoughts wandered again and again to my new lover and I was perpetually horny after our afternoon encounter. I hadn't felt as excited as this for ages.
Eventually, I dressed myself in a smart casual top and dark slacks and drove down to the King's Head. Tim was doing his stuff on duty in an exemplary fashion. He was dressed in a white shirt and black bow tie. What an angel, I thought to myself.
I noticed how much the customers liked him. At closing time, it became obvious that quite a few fancied him. He winked at me as he poured me a last pint. I drank up slowly until he was free to go. In a few minutes, we were off in my car.
"Are you hungry?" I asked him.
When he said that he was, I parked outside a curry house. We ordered a blow out which we enjoyed with a few pints of lager. It was obvious that we were both horny for one another. We held hands under the table.
When we got to my place, Tim decided to take a shower. I climbed the stairs after him and stripped off and joined him. We massaged each other's stiff cocks, gently using the foam bath lotion.
"Are you ready for bed?" I asked him after we had dried off.
"Yes please!" he replied.
We got in between the sheets and kissed and cuddled with our throbbing cocks in our hands.
"I want to fuck you," I whispered to him.
He became a little nervous and told me that he had never been fucked before.
"Trust me," I said. "I'll be very gentle and, afterwards, you can fuck me back."
I stretched over to the bedside cabinet and took out a tube of KY jelly and a vibrator. First, I squeezed some jelly into his tight little virgin hole and finger-fucked him.
"Do you like that?" I asked him.
"Yes," he whispered.
Then I pushed the lubed vibrator inside him very slowly. He quivered as it reached deeper and deeper down his tube.
"Is that okay?" I asked him as I switched the gadget on.
"It's wonderful!" he cried out excitedly.
Then I jerked his cock while I pushed the vibrator slowly in and out of him. He groaned in ecstasy.
Just before he came I pulled back his foreskin and sucked his helmet until it shot into my mouth. I swallowed hard and took the vibrator out of his hole. His body was still trembling in orgasm as I parted his legs and slipped my hot cock into him. He gasped several times as my huge dick stretched him and then he groaned when it was completely inside him.
"Here goes!" I said as I began to stroke slowly in and out of him. Then, as I felt he was comfortable, I fucked him faster and faster with long strokes. His tube was so tight that I could feel the veins in my hot meat throb inside him. I rested for a while to prolong my exhilaration and he pulled me down on his chest and put his tongue down my throat and I sucked it furiously.
Then my balls ached with their load of spunk and I returned to fucking him almost violently. He clutched at my balls as my cock spurted inside him and I felt it pulsate four times until it tingled all over.
I collapsed on Tim's chest sweating and panting. Tim cuddled me in appreciation and kissed me over and over again.
"I took your virginity," I whispered eventually.
"I'm glad that it was you," Tim replied. "I think that I'm in love with you."
"After only one day?" I questioned him.
"One day can be a lifetime," Tim replied.
I put my fingers into his hole and spread my cum that was dribbling out of it over his cock and jerked him off until it was poker-stiff again and then Tim told me that it was his turn to fuck me.
He rolled me on my back and then covered his cock with jelly. He knelt in front of me with his cock wagging about until I caught it and led it to my aching hole.
"Push," I whispered into Tim's ear and I felt the exhilaration of feeling his hot cock slide completely inside me.
I groaned over and over again as he fucked me faster and faster and then Tim groaned himself with pleasure as he shot his load into me. He shivered ecstatically as his dick tingled inside me.
"How on earth did you learn to fuck like that but remain a virgin yourself?" I whispered eventually.
"Dunno," he whispered. "All the guys I've been with before just wanted me to fuck them over and over again. Anyway, you're the first guy I would really have wanted to fuck me. None of the others were as manly as you."
I hugged him tight as the compliment made me flush with pleasure. It was then that I knew that I had fallen for my new lover boy.
I was up very early the next morning. I had already worked at my word processor for an hour before I decided to take Tim a cup of tea. His face looked boyish in his slumber and I thought twice about waking him. The noise of the cup and saucer being placed on the bedside cabinet was enough to make him stir.
"Morning, old son," I whispered to him. "I've brought you some tea."
"I was dreaming about you fucking me," he replied slowly as I pulled back the covers. I saw his fine erection sticking straight up out of his bush of pubic hair.
"We're not a one night stand, then?" I whispered to him.
"No. I meant what I told you last night," he replied.
"That's fantastic!" I said. "I feel the same way about you."
I pulled down his foreskin and took his cock in my mouth. Tim took a deep breath as the pleasure permeated his whole body and he ran his fingers through my hair. I sucked him and wanked him hard until he spurted into my mouth.
Later, downstairs, I cooked us a full breakfast and we both tucked into it.
"You're very hungry," I observed.
"Yes. I always eat like a horse," he replied.
"You're just like me then," I chuckled.
Tim's mobile rang. He excused himself and answered the call. It was the gardening company. They had work for him that afternoon. He agreed to the hours and switched the phone off.
"I'll be on my own then after lunch," I said. "How about tonight?"
"Yes, I'm not busy tonight," he replied. "What shall we do?"
"I'll take you to a good restaurant run by some friends of mine," I said. "I'd like to show you off."
He smiled and blushed a little.
"I'd like that," he said.
"Where do you live?" I asked him.
"Nowhere permanent. At the moment, I'm just kipping down on the sofa in a married couple's flat. They've been friends of mine for years."
I paused and thought for a while.
"That's no good," I said at last. "Would you like to move in with me?"
Tim's mouth opened with surprise at my suggestion.
"Do you mean permanently?" he asked me.
"Yes. Why not?" I replied.
"That would be magic!" Tim said and we kissed each other passionately.
Everything was settled. I dropped Tim off at his friends' flat where his van was parked.
That evening, he came back and unloaded his two suitcases.
"Welcome home, mate," I said with a smile.
"Thanks," he said. "Can I hang up my clothes?"
"I've cleared the left hand-side of the wardrobe for you," I told him. "Unload your stuff and take a shower. I've booked the table for nine. Casual dress only."
I was very taken with Tim's dress sense as he joined me in the lounge. He was wearing a loose black tank top and white trousers. He oozed sex appeal. His enormous cock and pendulous balls were taken up by his underwear so that there was a huge shapely bulge above his groin.
My old flame, Antonio, greeted us at the restaurant.
"I'm pleased to see you again, Adam," he said with affection. "I've got your usual table."
"I'd like you to meet a new friend of mine," I said and introduced him to Tim.
"Pleased to meet you," said Antonio as he shook Tim's hand warmly. "The first drinks are on the house."
The evening went splendidly. Antonio's new partner, Giorgio, joined us after the meal. He was captivated with Tim and wished us both good luck. Antonio brought the bill but Giorgio tore it up. This one was on him.
Back at the house, we both enjoyed a couple of stiff nightcaps before going upstairs. Then we undressed each other lovingly down to our underwear and kissed each other deeply. I stood back from Tim and looked down at his underpants. They were made out of black see-through nylon voile. His ten-inch erection was sticking out at the top. We kissed again and again, massaging each other's cocks before Tim cried out.
"Please fuck me again, Adam!" he said pleadingly.
"Only if you fuck me back later," I murmured teasingly.
I took Tim doggy fashion. My cock entered him from the rear as I held his boyish backside close to me. It was easier the second time around for Tim who groaned with pleasure as my dick slid into his tube. I fucked him relentlessly and I stroked his rampant cock again and again until we came together with my balls crashing into his.
Then, after a rest, Tim fucked me the same way with the energy of a wild stallion until he spurted deep within me. His quivering cock sent a thrill to the end of my dick, which shot a spurt of cum all over the carpet.
"Was that good for you?" he asked me as my cock tingled with ecstasy.
"Pure bliss," I replied before turning over and kissing him long and hard. "Let's make this last forever."
Rest Area Surprise
Let me start this true story with a little background on my self. I was raised by a single Mom and had no brothers or sisters. Everything about sex I learned on my own. From as early as I can remember I enjoyed playin' with myself and getting an erection and as I got older, I was playin' and had my first climax and ever since I have not been able to stop. I had the usual childhood experiences with "show me yours and I will show you mine" but that was about it. As for girls had had 4 girlfriends during school but I found I liked mutual masturbation better than intercourse. Fuckin' was too much trouble as the girls would say, go slower, or don't shove it all the way in. You got a rubber? Don't cum! So while I would get excited and hard with girls, I guess no one made me cum as good as I could do myself. Thus I jacked off every chance I got and usually at least 3 times a day. So now you know the background here is the story about the day I found out about guy sex.
It was after my senior year and before college. Each summer Mom and I went to her folks for 3 weeks. It was the highlight of her summer, but not mine as there was no one around and it was near a small country town and they lived on about 100 acres, so no neighbors close by. So, for fun I would mostly ride my bike about 10 miles a day, walk in the woods, fish, etc. Well, one day as I was riding I had to take a leak real bad. Normally I would just run into a nearby wooded area and wet the bottom of a tree, but today I was just down the street from one of those roadside parks. The road was not real populated but a lot of traffic. This was no fancy place. It had no running water and two stalls and two urinals that just were bottomless pits. During the real hot times it smelled like hell, but it was right there so I decided to run in.
I leaned my bike against a tree and quickly flew into the men's side. I had been there hundreds of times during the previous summers so knew right where I was headed. However today I was totally surprised. As I pulled open the door, there were two guys in front of the two stalls (which did not have doors). The older guy about 40 had shirt tie and a nice pair of slacks down to his ankles and he was on his knees in front of this younger 20'ish year old kid who had a pull over shirt and his jeans were down on the ground and he had no underpants on.
My first site of this is like a snapshot picture. I will never get it out of my mind. The guy on his knees had his left hand on the balls of the guy and his right hand like he was jackin' him off on this huge 7-inch cut cock. I stopped in my tracks and I head one of them say, "Fuck we've been caught!" They both started grabbing their pants and getting up when the younger one said, I think he is here for the same thing.... Look at his woody, and sure enough I had a hard on in my sweatpants that stood out and made no doubt how aroused I was. I was totally surprised anything could happen that fast. I believe it was then, that I knew I liked guys as much or more than girls. These were the first grown men's cocks I had ever seen hard and were of course huge in my eyes. I only caught a brief look at the guy who was on his knees as he got up and pulled his pants up, but it was definitely hard and big.
I didn't know what to say or do until the old guy said, "Close that fuckin' door before someone else sees us!" I did step in and my eyes were still fixed on the young guy's bulge behind his still unzipped pants when he said, "You lookin' for some action too? This guy is good."
I didn't really know what to say but I guess my hand was on the outside of my sweats. I don't know if I was feeling myself or trying to hide my hard on. Well lucky for me, I didn't have to say anything as the older guy took a step over and reached out and felt my boner through my pants and I said, "I think I am going to "CUM".
"You must be horny then, so let's see what you got" and he reached to each hip and pulled down my sweat pants and there was my pecker sticking straight out of the hole in the front of my boxers. "Nice cock" he said and he then pulled down my boxers and got down on his knees and immediately grabbed my balls with his left had and my cock with his right and said, "Give me your load."
With that he put the whole fuckin' cock in his mouth--all the way to my pubes. I went fuckin' wild. The girls that would suck me would basically just lick my cock or just put the head in their mouth and only for a stroke or two, 'cuz they were afraid of the cum. So as he started to give me a manly blowjob, the younger guy dropped his pants and started stroking his now semi-hard cock again. He asked if I do this a lot and I whispered out, this was the first time I had ever even seen a grown guy's cock other than in the showers, etc. He said, "Then this is your lucky day, because I can see you like what you saw. With that he took my hand and put it on his cock and said, "Play with my cock while he sucks you." Well I no more than touched him and I started to cum, so the young guy reached around and sorta held my butt cheeks and ass crack and pushed it into the guy's face as I came. I have to admit I never ever came like that before, and I was good at jackin' myself off and makin' it feel good. I almost lost my legs I came so hard.
Soon the older guy pulled off my cock and went straight or the other guy's cock and just like with me, he took his whole cock, which was probably an inch bigger than mine,7 vs. my 6 incher, all the way down. As he did that the younger guy started playin' with my wet, slick, but still hard cock.
"Did you like that?"
"Fuckin' yes!" was my reply.
"Well now it's my turn."
While he was getting sucked he kept playin' with my cock and while I came real hard, I was still excited as hell watching his cock get sucked. I could tell he was getting close to cummin' as he was taking short breaths like I do, and he was sorta moanin' too. He asked if I wanted to see him cum and I of course said 'sure' so as he got closer, he told the other guy to let him shoot his own load, so he pulled his mouth off and the guy while still holding and strokin' my cock. He slowly took his other hand and started fisting and jackin' his cock, which by now was bigger than I even remember seeing when I walked in on them. He asked me to grab his balls and play or tickle them and as soon as I did, he started shooting his load. As I watched him shoot stream after stream of cum, I felt myself getting closer and closer and took my hand from his balls and started to jack myself.
By now the older guy was standing and I got to see his cock fully erect for the first time. It was somehow different and at first I did not know why, then I realized he was uncut and that while he jacked, his skin was sliding back and forth over the end of his cock. He asked if I would suck him but I hesitated, as I sorta wanted to try, but was scared. If I would have sucked either, it would have been the other younger guy 'cuz his cock looked more like mine and his cock head was pinker and the skin on his shaft was a lot whiter like mine, where the older guy's had a real purple head under the skin and all his skin was darker down the base of his cock.
Well the younger guy saw me hesitate, so he said nothing and just got down and sucked the guy's cock. He did it a little different, as he would go all the way down and up a few times then would pull off and jack off the cock where I could see the cock skin going back and forth. It would cover then head then be pulled all the way off again. I thought that was so cool as I always had to let my hand slide over my cockhead to get friction while jackin' off. Well I was about ready to cum again as I was jackin' myself while the older guy played with my balls. He said, "I want you to cum on my cock, so when you get close tell us." Well it didn't take long and when I said I was ready, and the guy kept stroking the older guy's cock and said, "Jjust get close and shoot it on his cock and my hand." So as my balls were still getting played with, I moved closer and shot my load all over his cock and as soon as I said I was done, the younger guy took his whole cum covered cock and went to town and sucked him off, and let him cum in his mouth. I felt like I had been there an hour, but it was no more than 15 minutes and I knew, that cocks, balls and seeing cum shoot out of someone else's cock was a bigger turn on for me than anything in my life had been. It was even better than the first time I climaxed. As the summer went on, I rode by this place at least 10 times a day. I ran into the older guy once more (I had checked out their cars when I left so I could watch for them) and the younger guy and I met up three more times.
I also ran into a couple of other guys, but nothing as exciting as this. Just mutual touchin' and jackin' as they were older trucker type guys. They would really get horny seeing a young cock I guess, and while they wanted to suck me, I only wanted to shoot cum for them and watch them jack off too. By the end of the 3 weeks I could not wait for college to start as I felt there would be some great times ahead. It turned out okay, but not as exciting as I thought. I guess I felt by now that all guys did with other guys were blowjobs and jack off together etc., but that was not the case. Anyway that is a story for another time.
Simon watched as the young man entered text into his Blackberry. It was a frequent occurrence, and curiosity had gotten the better of Simon. He wanted to know what was so important to Connor that he typed a few times a day. Simon knew it wasn't just text messaging. There were no stops and starts. Connor typed straight through until he finished.
It would only be a matter of time before the young man would leave his phone unattended. Connor was a bit forgetful and had left his phone on his desk numerous times before. Simon figured he was using the memo function of the phone as a persona diary and wondered what he would find once he finally got hold of it. He doubted it would be a detailed account of Connor's dalliances. The boy just wasn't the type.
Lean and effeminate, the young man kept to himself around the office. Simon hadn't ever seen him flirt with any of the beautiful and curvaceous ladies who worked with them. This, among other things, led Simon to suspicions about Connor's sexuality. A couple of times, he'd caught Simon's eyes lingering on a male co-worker. At first, he thought nothing of it, but after seeing it happen more than once, he started to wonder.
Oh, the fun he could have if the young man was really gay. Simon suspected if it was true, that he'd not had any actual experience. He could take care of that. He would love to. As far as Simon was aware, not one person in the office knew of his proclivities. He liked women just fine, and everyone knew it. What they didn't know was that he liked men just fine too.
His attention snapped back to the young man as the boss called him in his office. Simon felt a thrill of victory as he noticed the slim, black phone had been left behind. Ambling over to the desk, he nonchalantly scooped it up and headed towards the men's room. He locked himself in a stall and punched through the menus to call up the memo pad. He had a similar phone, so he knew exactly where to go to find it.
Connor had used it for a journal, just as Simon suspected. His eyebrows rose as he read the graphic words scrolling across the screen. The young man was ripe for the picking. From the words written, Simon now knew that Connor had never admitted to anyone that he was gay. He was securely in the closet, and as Simon figured, he'd not had any actual experiences with men. It's time to change that, Simon thought.
He exited the bathroom and entered the office and was thankful to see Connor was still away from his desk. He re-placed the phone and returned to his office across the way and waited for Connor to come out of the boss' office.
"Hey Connor, how about getting some drinks after work?" he asked after the young man had returned to his desk.
"Oh, come on boy, loosen up a bit. Have some fun."
"Okay, I guess it won't hurt anything."
The young man had taken the bait. Now Simon just had to reel him in.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Simon asked Connor out for drinks several times. After plying the young man with alcohol, Simon would steer the conversation to sex. Even when drunk, Connor wouldn't admit he was attracted to men. He would boast of non-existent encounters with women. Simon skirted around the topic of gays, dropping subtle hints to the young man until the latest outing. Simon had taken Connor to many different bars, all leading up to the one where they now were.
They sat at a small, intimate booth in the darkened corner of the bar. If Connor had noticed the bar had no women, he hadn't said anything. Simon waited until the young man consumed a few beers before steering the conversation to sex.
"You know, women have their place in the scheme of things. Lord knows I enjoy slipping my tongue between the wet lips of a pussy. However, and this is just between you and me, men can be fun too."
Connor put down his drink and stared at Simon. "What do you mean?"
Simon leaned in close and placed his hand on the young man's inner thigh. "Oh you know what I mean, Connor. As much as I like the feeling of a woman, I also enjoy having the hard, throbbing meat of a cock in my hand."
Connor's mouth opened in preparation to say something but snapped shut when Simon's stroking hand slid between his legs and cupped his balls with his hand. His head jerked towards Simon, and his eyes blazed. "I... I think you've made a mistake."
"Oh no, I haven't made a mistake, Connor. I know what you want. I know exactly what you want." Simon punctuated each word with a gentle squeeze to Connor's sac.
"But I do." Simon traced along the bulge in the young man's pants. It grew stiffer with the touch.
Connor groaned at the touch but looked around the room, his eyes moving crazily from side to side.
"Relax. No one's going to bother us. No one cares." He found the button and unfastened it and slid the zipper down. He slipped his hand through the fly of Connor's boxers and grasped the hard heat of his cock.
Connor's head lolled back against the seat of the booth as Simon stroked him. He didn't want to give Connor time to reconsider, so he jerked him in quick, full strokes. The young man's breathing grew ragged as Simon's fingers danced over his shaft. His hips bucked upward as he thrust himself into Simon's hand. Simon let go long enough to pull his hand from the boxers and shove the waistband below Connor's sac. He wrapped his fingers around the base and fisted him, gliding up and down in fast strokes as Connor groaned.
Simon leaned in and ran his tongue over Connor's ear. "That's it baby," he murmured. "Fuck my hand." Connor groaned again, and Simon felt warmth and wetness as the young man shot all over his hand.
"Oh no, oh god," Connor moaned as he jerked up his boxers and scrambled from the booth.
Simon let him go, admiring the view as the young man practically sprinted out the door. His reaction didn't surprise Simon. He had expected as much. It didn't matter. Simon knew he'd unleashed something inside Connor... and he'd be back for more.
The comming out party
20 years had passed since my last sexual experience with a man. I have always been fascinated with transgenderism ever since I was a child. Over the years, I have always looked forward to the weekends when my wife goes to her mother's for some girl time. Typically, I will get all dressed up in a black lace teddy, stockings, and high heels with my brunette wig. I then will lay the entire bathroom out with cock sucking picks.
I then insert the wife's 7" vibrator deep in to my ass, light up a Virginia Slim 120 and jack off in my imaginary world of being a tranny slut. That's my favorite past time. Anyway,all these years of sexual frustration led me to silverdaddies.com which is basically a meat market for man love. It was there I met Darren. He was a 68 year old chubby bald guy who had been married for 50 years and was a good standing church member in the community. What the world didn't know was that Darren was addicted to man love. Darren told me about a group of his friends who got together every tuesday morning for what their wives thought was coffee and card games. On average, there was about 7 guys who showed up every tuesday morning and spent a few moments talking about what they were craving that day.
Then all hell broke loose as men found different places in the house to make love. During a chat session one evening, I shared my fetish with Darren, which is when he invited me to the "Breakfast Club" and told me to bring my sissy clothes. So a couple days later (tuesday), I called sick to work and left the house as if I was headed to work so that the wife had no idea. I followed my gps to the specified address which was about 20 minutes out in a rural area. As I pulled in the drive, my stomach was in knots. Darren immediately came out of the house to greet me. He brought me in and introduced me to 5 other guys. I was a little taken back when one of the younger (45) guys said, "So I hear you're gonna dress up for us." I nervously laughed and said yes.
The guys offered me a cup of coffee as we spent the next hour just talking. About 45 minutes into our conversation, an older (62) black gentleman offered me a refill. He brought my full coffee cup back and sat down next to me. His name was Devon and he had retired from the rail road less than a year ago. Shortly after he sat next to me, I felt his fingers caressing the back of my neck. Finally, I couldn't take it any more; I scooted closer to him and lean over to give a him a gentle kiss. This simple gesture almost immediately led to the two of us making out for about 10 minutes. We were interrupted politely as Darren asked me if I was ready to play dress up. I immediately grabbed my backpack and headed for the bathroom. It took me about 20 minutes to get all dressed up. I was wearing the typical black teddy, fish net stockings, and 5" heels. I was also wearing my brunette wig, black glossy lipstick, eye liner, and blue eye shadow that matched the blue trim on my teddy. As I opened the door of the bathroom, Darren was standing outside the door waiting. When I walked out his mouth dropped as he said, "Holy Shit....you look beautiful." There was only one piece of my outfit left, but I needed permission from Mike, the owner of the house. I asked mike if he mined if I smoked. He told me that he was also a smoker and had no problem with it. So I lit the extra long cigarette and headed back in to the livingroom.Devon immediately waved me over to him while stroking his fat black cock.
As I approached Devon, the other four guys followed. I stood in front of Devon and said, "You like?" He nodded as he leaned forward to kiss me.Devon and I once again found ourselves making out passionately. I pushed him slowly back on to the couch and went down to taste this beautiful piece of chocolate delight. His precum was as least a teaspoon measure of sweet juice. I began sucking him while stroking his cock and cupping his balls in my other hand. As I sucked away, I felt hands rubbing all over me. I then fell someone crawling under me to suck my cock. His mouth completely engulfed my throbbing cock as he began giving me the blow job of a life time. Then a felt someone else put his head under me from the back. He took my balls in his mouth and assisted his friend who was busy on my cock. This went on for about 5 minutes. Then my friend Darren suggested we switch things around. So he and Devon switched places so I could suck Darren's cock too. His cock was about 5 inches and very thick. His cock was the perfect size for my mouth. I was easily able to keep the head of his meat against the back of my throat.
Then I heard a wet squishy sound behind me. Devon was lubing his cock for my hole. I felt my ass cheeks being spread open and he slowly inserted his cock in my hole. He instantly began pounding my hole. At first, I was kind of annoyed that he was going so hard on me, then I realized that I was more than willing to take it. I guess all the years of fucking myself with vibrators had finally paid off. Within two minutes, Devon shot his load in to my hot hole. Almost as soon as he pulled out, another cock entered. This one was a much smaller cock which left me wanting more. I looked back and said, "Come on...fuck me harder." He then grabbed my shoulders and began pounding me so hard I felt like I could pass out at any moment. When he blew his load in me, it felt like liquid fire burning my inner walls. Then Darren's cock began to swell which signaled for me to get ready. I blew his was so hard that I almost choked. I finished him off and turned around to see two of the guys in a 69 position on the floor. I crawled over to them with cum dripping out of both ends. Shawn was the younger guy I mentioned earlier. As he enjoyed the other guy's cock, I leaned down and asked him to share. I then began sucking the other guy's (can't remember his name) balls.Then Shawn looked me in the eyes and asked me to suck his cock.
We both sat up and I told the other guy to lay on his back. I climbing on top of the stranger's cock and mounted him with my soaking wet hole. As I rode the cock, Shawn brought his closer to my mouth. At this point, my load is shooting all over the other guy's chest and stomach. About 30 seconds later Shawn's clock exploded. I stroked him and let him shoot all over my face and in my mouth. With my ass now so wet and loose, I had to work harder to get my new friend to cum. So I clinched my cheeks tightly around his meat and finally got him to shoot his load. They were nice enough to let me shower before I left around noon. My ass was sore for a week and I felt week for days, but it was worth it. I had just completed the greatest fantasy of my life and it left me wanting more.
Devon and I got a hotel room a few weeks later and spent some quality time together. He seems to really enjoy it when I dress up. Since that coming out party with all the guys, I have built some strong friendships and great sex partners. My greatest fantasy now is to live and open gay life and find a life partner. But that will never happen since there is way too much to lose.
Dont wake daddy
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Perhaps my earliest memory was seeing my father walking down the hall late at night in a zombie-like state. Every night I would hear strange noises in the hall, and being a curious child, one night I decided to investigate. I got up and walked over to my bedroom door and stealthily opened it a crack. There was my tall handsome athletic father walking slowly down the hallway as if in a trance. His eyes were open, but he was unseeing.
My mother came out of their bedroom in her silky lacey nightgown and followed silently close behind him. When daddy got to the top of the staircase, my mother touched his arm. Slowly he turned and gazed through her. His hand came up and began stroking the fabric of her nightgown. Then when he had tightly clutched the silky material, my mother began to back down the hall to their bedroom. He followed her, not seeming to know where he was going or what he was doing. Then my mother would close the bedroom door, and I would get back into my own bed wondering what I had just witnessed.
I guess I was about ten years old, when my mother took me aside one day to explain everything to me.
"If you ever get up at night to go to the bathroom, and you see your father in the hall, you must be very quiet. Don't say a word."
"Why not?" I questioned.
"Daddy has a medical condition," she explained. "Somnambulism. Sleepwalking. He walks in his sleep."
"He walks in his sleep?" I laughed. "That's silly. You can't walk in your sleep."
"Some people walk in their sleep," mommy explained. "And you must be very, very careful not to wake them. It could be very dangerous. They could have a heart attack and die. And we don't want daddy to die, do we?"
"No," I agreed. I certainly did not want my daddy to die. My heart fluttered inside my chest. I felt fear. I loved my daddy so much. I had to be very careful never to wake him.
"So remember," mommy emphasized. If you ever see daddy walking in his sleep, remember. Don't wake daddy. Promise me?"
"I promise," I said, and crossed my heart.
In those days, mommy and daddy loved each other so much. Every day was like Christmas or a birthday. He was always bringing home presents for mommy. Beautiful packages. But it's funny. He always bought the same thing. Never flowers or candy. Never jewelry. Never perfume. Mommy would open the box and pretend to be surprised. "What a beautiful nightgown." She would lift the negligee and hold it in front of her. "Oh, Lance. Such a beautiful nightgown," she would always say.
"I can't wait to see it on you," he would always say. Then he would start feeling the fabric. He really loved nightgowns.
"Look, Kenny," Mommy would say to me. "Isn't this a beautiful nightgown daddy bought mommy?"
"Yes," I would answer.
"Come over here, Kenny," Daddy would say. "Feel mommy's nightgown." I would start running my fingers over it. "Isn't that silky. Doesn't that feel nice?" Daddy would ask me.
"Yes," I would agree. It felt nice, all right, but not that great.
As the years went on, however, I could see that my mother was tiring. Every night she would be up walking the halls with him. Making sure he didn't wake up, didn't bump into a wall, didn't fall down the stairs. Every night she would touch daddy's arm, and he would latch on to her nightgown, and blindly follow her as she led him back into their bedroom and closed the door.
"I'm so tired," mommy would complain to me. "I haven't had a decent night's sleep in years. Every night I have to watch your father, and stay with him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. I wish I could have a vacation. I need a vacation so badly."
"Mommy. Take a vacation," I said. I was eighteen now. A young man. I felt that I could handle things.
"No. No. That wouldn't work," she said.
"Why not?" I was so naive.
"Well, even though your father is asleep, he has a certain routine he follows."
"I could follow it. Just tell me what to do," I said.
"No you couldn't follow it," she said. "Don't ask me to explain. Your father likes to know that I'm near him, even in his sleep." But I could see that she was mulling over what I had suggested.
"Oh," I said, thinking that daddy could really get along on his own for a couple of weeks as long as I was there to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs.
"Also," mommy continued. "Your bedroom is down the hall. How would you even know when he was up walking?"
I didn't know the answer to that one. It was a hard one. Of course I had been waking up for years just as he started his promenade. I had seen this spectacle almost every night for most of my life. But suppose I didn't wake up at just the right time one night? Suppose daddy got to the top of the stairs and fell down the long flight, and was killed? But mommy looked so tired. She really needed a break. I thought and I thought Suddenly I got this insane idea. "I could tie bells around his ankle," I suggested.
"I could tie bells around his ankle," I repeated. It was such a great idea. I was really excited with my own brilliance. "Then when daddy got up and started walking I would hear the jingling, and I would wake up and help him back to bed."
"You would wake up?" She asked. It was an interesting idea. If I could be trusted to make sure daddy stayed safe.....she might just consider a trip to Florida. To lie on the beach all day. To sleep all night. Fast asleep all night long. I could see her pondering the idea. It was appealing.
"I would definitely wake up," I promised. "Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to daddy. Get on the Internet. Book a flight. Book a hotel. Everything will be fine."
Mommy weighed the pros and cons and made a decision. She smiled at me gratefully. She told daddy of our plan. He agreed to wear a circle of bells around his ankle when he went to sleep. He even went out and bought them. He knew mommy was tired and needed a rest. He felt guilty that she had had to watch him all these years every night. But what could he do? He was a sleepwalker and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Don't worry, honey," he said to mommy. "Kenny here will handle everything just fine. You'll watch out for me. Won't you, son?"
"I sure will, dad," I swore. "I'll take real good care of you."
"Oh I love you guys," my mom said. She hugged first my father, then me, as she started to cry.
"Just have a great vacation," my father told her.
We drove her to the airport and kissed her good-bye as she went through security. We waved and waved. She turned around and blew kisses. I could see she was crying. My father and I drove home. He put the car in the garage and went into the living room to watch television. I went into the kitchen and began to reheat the dinner mommy had left for us in the refrigerator. Macaroni and cheese.
After dinner we watched more television. Daddy lay on the couch, and I stretched out on the floor in front of the couch. Every once in a while he would reach down and tousle my hair affectionately. At around eleven o'clock we climbed the stairs and got ready for bed. Daddy stripped down to his white jockeys. And I went to my own room and donned my striped pajamas.
From down the hall, I could hear jingle, jingle, jingle. Daddy was putting on his bells. I walked down to his room and peeked in the door. Daddy smiled at me and waved his foot in the air. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. We both laughed. Everything was going to be just fine.
I went back to my room and climbed under the covers, and quickly fell asleep. The next thing I knew, my eyes opened, and I could hear a noise down the hall. Behind his bedroom door. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Something was afoot. It was daddy.
The jingle was getting faster and louder. It was nearing his bedroom door. It was still a little muffled, but then it wasn't. He had opened his bedroom door. Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. He was coming down the hall. He was getting close to my bedroom. Quickly I got up and opened my bedroom door. There he was in his tight bulging jockeys, mechanically marching down the hall, open-eyed, but unseeing.
As he passed me, I quietly fell in step behind him. He was getting closer and closer to the top of the stairs. That was dangerous. If he ever fell down the stairs..... Well, between the fall, and suddenly waking up and realizing you're falling. That would be the end. My heart was pounding in my chest. I noticed my fathers beautiful round white-cotton covered buns, but I couldn't concentrate on that. I had to make sure he didn't wake up. I had to make sure he didn't fall down the stairs. Mommy was in Florida on vacation. This was now my job. I had volunteered.
Jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle. He was so close to the top of the staircase. Gently I reached out and laid a single finger on his arm. He seemed to respond to it. Blindly he turned and faced me. I looked down and glanced at his impressive white-cotton covered cock, bulging, bulging. Quickly I raised my eyes to his. His eyes were staring blankly. He didn't even see me.
His hand reached out and started clawing at my pajamas. I backed up to get further from the stairs. He followed me. He kept fingering my pajamas. He was getting very upset. I didn't know why. I only knew I had to get him back to bed. As he held on to my pajamas, I began backstepping toward his bedroom. He followed me. Both hands now were fitfully pulling on my nightclothes. His face was a mass of confusion and distress. Then I realized. He was used to feeling mommy's soft, silky, lacy nightgown, and here I was in my rough cotton-polyester blend PJ's.
There was nothing I could do about that now. I just kept backstepping toward his bedroom and he mechanically followed me, holding onto my garment. Inside the bedroom, I maneuvered myself onto the bed, and he tumbled down beside me, still clutching my night clothing.
Finally, thank-goodness, he seemed to be calming down. He wasn't letting go of me though. I figured I would have to spend the night on mommy's side of the bed. I faced the left wall, and daddy lay behind me, his cheek against my hair. I could feel his whole body lined up along mine. No. I couldn't think about that now. Time to get some sleep.
I finally started to doze off, and daddy had calmed down. His breathing had gotten very regular. Then suddenly it wasn't regular. My eyes snapped open. I felt a blinding pain in my crotch. My pajamas were crushing my balls. What was going on???
Then I realized. Daddy's hands were on the seat of my pajama bottoms and he was pulling up. Pulling up hard. The pajama bottoms were crushing my balls. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare. I didn't dare wake daddy. What was he doing? I reached my own hands down and tried to pull my pajamas bottoms down. Away from my groin. Oh, the pain. In his sleep, he thought he was lifting mommy's nightgown.
Daddy was pulling up. I was pulling down. Suddenly his grip loosened and I won. My pajama bottoms slipped off my bottom and below my rear. Now I felt the heat of daddy's cotton-clad bulge against my naked rump. He was stroking his swelling tumescence against me. Then his hands came down, and he began stroking my exposed flesh. I started to get goose bumps. His breathing calmed again as he kneaded my cheeks. I felt his hot even breath on my neck. Then he exhaled a little, and I heard jingle, jingle, jingle. He was moving. His hands left my bottom. I felt him behind me lowering his tight white jockey shorts.
Now his tumescence was really swollen. It was sticking straight out between us, round and fat and probably about ten inches long. My god. I was only six. My father was more like ten. And twice as thick. It was a donkey dick.
He started pressing it into the crack between my virgin cheeks. It came to an abrupt halt at my dry asshole. He started to press. Oh, no. Oh, my god. He would kill me. I had to wake him. No. I couldn't wake him. I was frantic. I reached my hand behind me and grabbed his dick. I circled it with my palm and fingers. In his sleep, he seemed to accept that my wrapped hand was a cunt. He started fucking my hand, which I kept firmly in place in front of my asshole. He was not getting into my asshole. He could fuck my hand. That would be okay, I decided.
But it wasn't going well. His cock was not sliding smoothly in my grip. I could tell by his breathing that he was not happy. I quickly lifted my hand to my mouth and licked it all over. I spit copious amounts of saliva into my palm, and quickly reached my hand around and encircled his dick again. This was better. His hard stiff dick was sliding in and out of my hand. His breathing calmed and I felt his lips and tongue on my neck. As he pressed in and out of my hand, his legs moved and the bells around his ankle went jingle, jingle, jingle. Jingle, jingle, jingle.
His breathing was getting thready, and now he was nipping my neck. I would have a black and blue mark. His powerful ass slammed forward, and his cock slipped through my fingers and lodged against my virgin asshole. Just then his cock swelled and he shot his thick cream right between my cheeks, where it absolutely covered my asshole. I had hot cum all over my hand as well.
After that daddy seemed to fall into a deeper sleep. I figured I was safe for the night and dozed off a little myself. Toward morning I woke up and assessed the situation.
It would not be good if daddy woke up and realized what had happened the night before. He would feel so guilty. He would feel like some kind of awful pervert. And he had no idea what he had done in his sleep. I had to protect him. I got up on tippy toes and went to the bathroom where I wet a wad of toilet paper. I sneaked over to the bed and stealthily cleaned him up. I wiped away all the traces of cum, and gently pulled his jockeys back up over his cock and balls. I tucked him in and smoothed out the blankets. Then I tiptoed to my own bedroom and got back into my own bed.
This was something I hadn't counted on. How was I to handle this? I couldn't fall back to sleep. I lay there in the early morning darkness devising a plan.
The next day while daddy was at work, I drove out to Highway 72 where there was a porn film theatre and sex shop. I made a couple of purchases in the sex shop, and then I stopped off at the grocery store for some canned goods before returning home.
I did a few necessary things around the house, like moving some of mommy's nightgowns from my parents' closet to mine, before opening the can of corned beef hash and the can of baked beans I had bought for our dinner.
I fried the hash and heated the beans after daddy got home. I called him from the TV into the dining room, and we had our dinner. Daddy made a big fuss over my cooking abilities.
"Oh, daddy," I protested. "They're just cans."
"But they're delicious," daddy persisted. "I couldn't do this. If you weren't here, I'd have to go down to the diner. " He reached across the table and gave my cheek a pinch. I think I blushed a little. I made up my mind that tomorrow night, I would prepare some intricate recipes for daddy's dinner. If he liked the hash and beans so much, who knew what I might come up with.
We watched television until around eleven o'clock. The same as we had the night before. Daddy's hand lazily hung off the couch, and his fingers lazily combed through my hair.
From my bedroom, finally I heard the jingle, jingle, jingle. Daddy had attached his tinkly little anklet of bells. Now I had to get ready. I couldn't let myself be unprepared the way I had been the night before.
I went into the bathroom and gave myself several clear water douches. I had bought a little plastic disposable enema, but I emptied the contents and just kept filling it with clear warm water, which I shot up into me and expelled, until I was sure I was very clean.
Then I went back into my bedroom and shut the door. I opened the bag from the sex shop. I removed a large plastic dildo shaped like a penis. I had also bought a big jar of something called Lube-Ricious. I coated the dildo with the Lube-Ricious, and then I dipped my fingers in the jar and covered them with the clear slidy gel. I lay back on my bed and raised my legs, bringing my coated hand around to my bottom.
I began to rub the Lube-Ricious all around my anal opening, and then I began to feed my fingers inside. In and out. In and out. Up and down. Up and down. Right to left. Left to right. Yes. I was opening a little.
I took the Lube-Ricious coated plastic penis and inserted it between my asscheeks. Gentle I flicked it all around the hole, and ever so easily I pressed a little. I felt my assflesh separating around it. It was going in. Yes a little. Now a little more. No. It was stopping. It felt dry again.
I took it out and coated it with more Lube-Ricious. I stuck it back inside my ass, and it moved a little further in. Then it felt dry again. I recoated it and reinserted it. Good gracious. At this rate I would run out of lube before I knew it. Three was the magic number. This time it slipped all the way in. I moved it in. I moved it out. I moved it up. I moved it down. I moved it right. I moved it left. I worked on my ass for almost a half hour. I kept having to add more Lube-Ricious. But my hole was getting bigger. Bigger and wider and more spacious. Finally I withdrew the plastic penis. I went to the closet and took out the beautiful lacey pink nightgown that daddy had bought mommy last Christmas. It really was stunning. I slipped it over my head, and smoothed it out over my body. No rough cotton-acetate pajamas to upset daddy tonight. Tonight I was all decked out in a beautiful satiny lacey gown. Daddy's sleeping fingers would approve when they touched this.
I climbed under the covers and drifted off to sleep. Whatever might happen, I was prepared.
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I heard the cheery bell sounds tinkling, and I opened my eyes. Daddy was on the move again. Before getting out of bed, I coated the dildo with Lube again, and raised my nightgown. It slid easily up my ass now. To make sure, I coated it and inserted it two more times, to make sure my rectum was totally slippery. "That ought to do it," I thought.
I heard daddy's bedroom door open and the jingle, jingle, jingle started moving down the hall toward me. I walked to the door of the bedroom and opened the door. Daddy passed me unseeingly and began heading toward the dangerous staircase. Really. This was ridiculous. Given daddy's condition we should have long ago moved to a one-story house, so there would be no danger of daddy tumbling down the stairs.
When daddy got to the top of the stairs, I decided enough was enough. I gently touched his arm. He stopped. He turned toward me. He looked right through me. He grabbed my nightgown and started fingering it. Running his palms over it. He was not upset tonight. I had been right. He wanted to feel the nightgown.
I stepped back. Daddy stepped forward, following me. Again I backstepped down the hall all the way to his bedroom, and we sat down on the edge of the bed, side by side. Daddy was staring at the dresser across the room, but not seeing it. He kept playing with my nightgown. I eased him back, until we were both lying on the bed. Side by side. Just as we had been the night before.
He spooned into me and rubbed his covered protrusion against my bottom again. He was stroking the shiny material. Then I felt my gown lifting. This time there was nothing to catch in my crotch and castrate me. The nightgown lifted easily, and soon my naked asscheeks were lying against daddy's bulky groin. I heard bells as I felt daddy struggling around, and lifting his bottom. I reached back with my hand. Just as I had thought. His large stiff hammer was now free of the confining jockeys.
He sidled against me and I felt the hot hard hammer against my cheeks. Then it slipped between my cheeks, and then it was pressing against my opening. My well-lubricated opening. It was slipping in. It was actually slipping in. I can't say it didn't hurt. Even though I had a ton of Lube-Ricious in my ass, it still hurt. But it wasn't so bad that I couldn't stand it. I moved back a little, trying to adjust my flesh around the bulky invader. If it was a question of my ass, or my dear daddy's very life, there was just no choice. I would gladly sacrifice my virgin ass for my beloved father.
He pushed into me more and more. I pushed back against him more and more. It didn't hurt any more. I just felt wonderfully stuffed. Stuffed and full. I was filled with my daddy's cock. As I thought about this, my own less than gigantic dick started to erect. I played with it as daddy hunched into me. It was so delicious. The tiny bells were going jingle, jingle, jingle. My ass was going tingle, tingle, tingle. I stroked my cock. I stroked my balls. Daddy stroked my ass. The bells were ringing. I was in heaven.
Daddy's hands were caressing all over my body, feeling the shiny, satiny nightgown. Even though he was fast asleep, my father urged me onto my stomach and rolled his body on top of mine. He was fucking like a master. The bells were jingling, jingling, jingling. My ass was tingling, tingling, tingling. His big cock was mushrooming inside of me and then it came. The blasts. His legs shot out and his whole body shook with each blast of cum into my asspassage. Jingle, spurt. Jingle, spurt, Jingle, spurt. And on and on and on.
We fell asleep that way. I mean daddy was already asleep, but I drifted off. I was lying face down on the bed and daddy was on top of me, his big, warm, now-pliable cock sleeping in my asshole.
Fortunately, again I woke up before daddy. I carefully extricated myself from beneath him. Again I went to the bathroom and got a wad of wet toilet paper. I sponged daddy's Lube-Ricious coated cock clean, and eased his shorts back over his floppy dick. I covered him lovingly with the blankets and went back to my own room. I took off the nightgown and put on my own cotton-acetate pajamas. I climbed under the blankets, and this time I fell asleep. I was really bushed.
Daddy was up before me now, and boy was he cheerful. He was whistling and singing when I came into the kitchen. He poured some cereal into a bowl for me, and splashed on some milk.
"What's up, champ?" he asked me.
"Nothing much," I answered. I really couldn't tell him what was up.
"God. I feel just great today. Just great." He flexed all his muscles. "I wonder how come I feel so terrific."
I knew why he felt so terrific, but obviously I couldn't tell him.
"What's on for today?" he asked me.
"I don't know," I answered. "I have to pick up a couple of things."
What I had to pick up was several more jars of Lube-Ricious. I would need them. On the way back from the sex store on Highway 72, I stopped at the food market. I bought a beautiful duckling, and potatoes for baking, and broccoli. Tonight I would make daddy Duck a l'Orange, and baked potatoes, and broccoli au gratin. There was no reason daddy couldn't have a good home-cooked meal and a nice dinner to come home to just because mommy was on vacation. I was here. I was not a cripple. I could take care of daddy just as well as mommy could.
After I finished drying all the dishes and the roasting pan, I joined daddy in the living room. Again I sat on the floor in front of the couch where he was lying. His fingers again thoughtlessly combed through my hair, and even affectionately stroked my cheeks as he watched the basketball game. I didn't really like basketball, but I watched with daddy. I wanted to be with him. Mommy was on vacation and I didn't want him to have to be alone.
I knew he appreciated the sacrifices I was making for him, because when he turned off the television and we got up to go upstairs, he impulsively grabbed me in his strong arms and just squeezed.
"I really love you, son. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, daddy. I know that. And I love you too."
"That's my Kenny. That's my sweet boy." He squeezed me again and even kissed my cheek. I kind of backed away a little bit because I was getting a hard-on and I didn't want him to feel it.
We went upstairs. He went to his bedroom and I went to mine. Again I prepared myself. I donned my nightgown and climbed under the covers. I slept a little while. I slept until my ears detected jingle, jingle, jingle. Quickly I sat up and relubricated my passage with the gel and the plastic penis.
I touched daddy's arm before he got so close to the staircase tonight. I was getting more confident. I knew I wouldn't wake him. Everything happened as it had the night before, and daddy jingled my way to heaven.
Night after night it happened. Always the same. Until one night it was a little different. I can't explain it. I don't know what was different. Daddy was lying on top of me working his penis in and out of my hole. I was now pretty open, and it was all very easy and even pleasant. Pleasant isn't the word. I loved it. I loved it like mad. I practiced working my assmuscles all around daddy's dick. Making it roomy for him. Making it tight for him. Raising my ass up to him. Feeling his wiry hairs against my butt. My ass was learning to draw and suck on his injector tube.
I listened to his even sleep-breathing in my ear. And then I notice something different. His breathing was a little different. I wondered about that. His hands, as always, played with my silky nightgown. But now his hands were climbing under my nightgown, squeezing my flesh. Squeezing my asscheeks, squeezing my hips, squeezing my thighs, squeezing my flat breasts. His tongue was in my ear. I didn't remember that happening before. But what the hell. I just went with it. Whatever.
When he shot into me, he seemed a little more savage than usual. He was really pinching my nipples. They were hurting. I just bit my lip and accepted it. His cock was after all spurting his precious daddysperm into my thirsty insatiable boycunt.
After I cleaned up and went to my own room, I lay there in my crushed nightgown. My head was spinning, and I didn't even bother to change into my pajamas. It had been different tonight. What was it? Could daddy have been awake when he fucked me tonight? Did he know he was fucking his own son's asshole? Did he like fucking his own son's asshole? All these questions tumbled madly through my mind.
No. No. No. I rejected all my suspicions. Of course, daddy was asleep. I could never let him know what was happening between us. Even though I wanted to throw my arms around him and turn my face up to his, and have him stick his large tongue between my lips, and eat out my mouth as I sucked his tongue, as his hands played with my asscheeks, and his fingers dug into my hungry asshole. Just thinking about daddy was making me stiff. I lifted my nightgown and beat off in a frenzy. I just let it soak into the gown. I would wash it tomorrow. And besides there were dozens more.
Three weeks had passed and mommy was due home in a few days. One morning while daddy was dipping toast into his egg yellow, and I was chewing on my Wheatcrunchy cereal, which was covered with milk and lots and lots of brown sugar, the phone rang. Daddy picked it up. "Hi, honey," he said into the phone. "It's your mother," he whispered to me.
I rushed into the living room and picked up the extension. Mommy was crying. Why was mommy crying?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," sobbed mommy.
"Calm down, Edith," daddy said. "Just come home. We'll get through this."
"I just told you I can't come home," she said. "I've met someone, and we're in love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm not coming back."
"Edith, please. Come home. We can talk this over. When you're back home, you'll forget all about him."
"I won't forget him. I'll never forget him. I'm in love."
I started to cry into the phone. "Mommy. Come home. Please come home."
"I can't baby. I just can't. I love you so much, honey. Please take care of your father for me. Promise me that."
"I promise, mommy," I said. That would be an easy promise to keep. Finally the conversation was over and daddy and I hung up. I went back into the kitchen. Poor daddy was sitting with his head in his hands, shaking his head. "I don't understand it," he said. "I don't understand it."
I went over and tried to comfort him. I put my hand on his shoulder. He leaned his head to the side and caressed my hand with his cheek. Then he kissed it. "My boy. My sweet boy. What would I ever do without you?" I love you so much, I love you so much." He was crying.
I started to cry too. I threw my arms around his shoulders. "I love you, daddy. I love you so much." We hugged each other, and our faces touched, and our tears ran together.
Daddy tried to get hold of himself. "It's okay, honey. We'll be fine. Just the two of us. You'll see. Come on now. Finish your breakfast."
I sat down and choked down the rest of my Wheatcrunchies. They were not going down easily. Daddy started to do the dishes, but I pushed him aside. "I'll do that," I told him.
Daddy went up to his bedroom. He called me upstairs. When I entered the room he was sitting on the bottom of the bed clutching a big gold box. He was rocking back and forth as if in mourning. "Sit down," he said, patting the spot next to him. I sat.
"I want you to see something," he said. He untied the ribbon and opened the beautiful box. Inside was a magnificent embroidered blue satin nightgown. He lifted it tenderly out of the box and stroked the smooth material. "I bought this to give to your mother when she got back from her vacation." He looked at it sadly. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked me. "Don't you think it's beautiful?"
"Daddy. It's just gorgeous. I know she would have loved it."
"If only I could have seen her in it. I wanted to see her wearing it."
I patted his shoulder consolingly.
"I want to see what it looks like when it's being worn. Kenny. Would you? Would you put it on for me?"
"Daddy!" I gasped. "You want me to put on a nightgown?"
"Yes, please. Do it for me. I want to see it being worn. I want to see how it drapes. Please."
"All right," I said hesitantly. "I'll change in my room."
"No. Change here," said Daddy. "I'm your father. You don't have to be embarrassed in front of me."
I started to unbutton my top shirt button. Daddy reached over and started to unbutton the next one. He was really anxious. When my shirt was unbuttoned, he lifted it off my shoulders. I raised my arms, and daddy lifted my t-shirt over my head. I started to unbuckle my belt, but daddy was ahead of me. He unbuckled it. He lowered my pants, and sat me down on the bed. I raised my legs and daddy took off my shoes and socks, and then pulled my pants off of my legs.
I was wearing only my underpants now. I stood up thinking I would put on the nightgown, but the minute I stood up, daddy lowered my underpants to the floor. He supported me while I stepped out of them. I was completely naked now. But not for long. Daddy had me raise my arms, and the beautiful blue nightgown slipped over my head and fell around my body in luxurious folds.
"Turn around," daddy said. I turned, feeling the fabric sweep with me. Daddy kept turning me and feeling the material all over. Over my chest, over my stomach, over my thighs front and back, over my bottom. "Keep turning, honey. Keep turning. Oh, it looks great. It looks so great."
I swirled around in front of my father, and I noticed that his hand had moved to the tent that had formed in his pants.
"Oh, you look so hot in that nightgown, honey" he said. "So hot. So hot." And he was playing with his tent.
Suddenly he grabbed me to him and pressed me against him. I could feel his hard penis pressing into my lower abdomen. He clasped his lips over mine and his hot heavy tongue darted into my mouth. I tasted his saliva, and my own penis started stiffening. His hands were squeezing my asscheeks. Pinching them and squeezing them as he licked all over my mouth.
Now I was sure that my suspicions had been correct. He had come awake last night. He had known that he was fucking me. That had to be the answer. Otherwise he would not dare to be so bold now.
"Oh, baby," he crooned. "You're so hot. You're so hot. What a hot tight little body." He continued to jam his tongue down my throat, and I licked it with my own tongue.
He was caressing the large package in his pants. "Take my cock out, honey."
"Daddy," I protested.
"Come on, baby. Take my cock out." He pulled down his zipper and brought my hand to the opening in his pants. He guided my hand inside. I started stroking his stretched jockey shorts. "Go inside, baby," he encouraged me. I reached up through the leg opening and wrapped my hand around his monster rod.
"Oh, that feels so good, honey. So good. You're getting me so hot." He stepped back and dropped his trousers to the floor. He tore off the rest of his clothes, and took my hand off his dick only long enough to drop his shorts.
"Get down on your knees, honey," he said.
"On my knees?" I looked up into his eyes.
"Get on your knees, baby." He pressed down on my shoulders and soon I was kneeling before him. His long hard cock was facing my mouth, pressing against my lips. "Come on, honey. Suck my dick. Suck your daddy's hard dick, sweetness.
He pressed my head forward.
"I've never sucked a dick, daddy," I told him.
"Well now's your chance to try it. You'll like it. Come on, baby." I opened my mouth just a little bit and he moved his cock into it. It slid along my tongue. It moved forward relentlessly and hit the back of my throat. I started choking and gagging. "Stay with it, honey. You'll get used to it. You'll like it. Suck daddy's dick. Suck daddy's big dick."
I started studiously sucking my daddy's big dick. He was right. I did like it. It was so big and strong and powerful. Just like my daddy. I licked all over the big head. I licked up and down and all around the long shaft. Then I lowered my face and took one of his large swinging balls into my mouth. "AAAGGGHHH, that's it, that's it. You're so good. You're such a great cocksucker. Suck my big balls. AAAGGGHHH." I moved my mouth to the other ball and he bucked in insane pleasure.
"Lick my ass," he ordered.
'What?" I couldn't believe my ears.
"You fucking heard me. Eat my ass. Stick your fucking tongue up my sweet ass." He turned and bent slightly at the waist, and with his two hands pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his little rose-pink hole. I stuck my tongue out and tentatively gave a little lick.
"Come on, kid," he said harshly. "Get in there."
I stuck my tongue in and worshipped his asshole as he twisted around and bucked and roared. "That's it. That's it. You're so good. You're a professional little whore, honey. Eat it, bitch."
We were both getting turned on by his rough talk, which was so uncharacteristic of my daddy. But it was sending me into a sexual tizzy.
"My cock," he said. "Go back to my cock."
I moved my mouth back over onto his enormous dick and sucked away as he moaned and groaned. "AAAGGGHHH. AAAGGGHHH. What a great sucker. What a great little cocksucker. Oh, baby. What you do to me. AAAGGGHHH."
With encouragement like that how could I stop? I happily slurped away on my father's penis.
"Come on, baby," he said.
"What I asked?"
"Get on the bed. I want to fuck your sweet ass."
"Daddy!" I said reprovingly. How he was talking.
"Come on. Get on the bed. It's fuck time. My dick wants to climb up your hot little ass and shoot a load of thick white cum." He steered me onto the bed and threw me down. He climbed on top of me. I was face up. I had never been face up before.
He lifted my legs and crawled between them. He lowered my legs onto his strong shoulders and kneewalked into my asshole. As his cock was pressing against my tight little entrance, I realized that I had not preprepared with Lube-Ricious. I was not prelubricated. I was worried. But the cock was going in and going in. It was going in without the Lube-Ricious. In. In. In. And now I felt his large balls resting against my asscheeks. He was all the way home. He began a slow in-out movement, and it was delicious. I lowered my legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist. I threw my arms around him. I had him imprisoned in all my limbs as he fucked my hot hole, and he was loving it. And I was loving it. I raised my ass up to meet his hard thrust, and heard the sexual sound of slapping flesh. Again and again and again we slapped together.
Now I had my tongue in his mouth, and he was sucking it. This was so hot. So hot. "Oh, daddy," I moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my hot ass."
"I'm fucking your hot ass, baby. Daddy's fucking your hot tight ass." His hands kept playing with my beautiful nightgown. My nightgown. Not mommy's. Mine. Daddy's hands moved to my flat tits and began squeezing and pinching. Too bad I really didn't have swelling breasts, but daddy didn't seem to mind. He seemed to be very happy with me just the way I was.
"Do you want my cum in your asshole, honey? You want me to shoot my load up your hot little bottom." He was pounding away on top of me. His sweat was dripping into my eyes. I didn't care. I liked it. I liked all of it.
"Yes," I answered.
"Yes, what?" he panted.
"Yes, daddy. I want your thick hot cum in my asshole. I want your sperm inside my body. If only I were a girl so that you could make a baby in me."
"Yes, honey. That's what I'd like too. To make a baby in you. To make another baby inside my first baby." He hammered away inside my ass. As I fucked up to him and felt his balls hitting me, I almost forgot I was a boy for a few minutes. I thought I was a beautiful little girl, and that my daddy was going to spray his powerful seed in me and plant a child in my womb. And then he was spurting. He was coming. He was coming inside of me. This was so glorious. I was pregnant. I was pregnant. I shot my own load and got some of it on my beautiful new nightgown. It got it all over daddy's belly, and he ran his fingers through my ejaculate. I was pregnant. I was pregnant with my daddy's child.
Then I came back to myself. The sexual delirium left me and I realized. I was not pregnant. I could not get pregnant. I was not a girl. I was a boy. My daddy had not shot his load into my womb. He had shot his load into my ass. In fact, his cock was still in my ass, and my arms and legs were still wrapped around his body. I raised my lips to his, and we kissed again. A sweet gentle father-son kiss. A kiss of thank-you from me to him and him to me. Oh my sweet wonderful daddy. I guess we would survive without mommy. Just the two of us. Just us two.
The years passed and mommy occasionally came to visit with her new husband, Albert. He was a nice man. But nothing like my wonderful handsome daddy. Mommy didn't know what she had lost.
Every night I would get into a different beautiful nightgown and model it for daddy. He was always buying me new ones. Presents. Nightgown presents. I really did love the silky feel of them. They were so beautiful. And my daddy always said I looked beautiful in my nightgowns. After I had spun around for daddy for fifteen minutes or so, we would climb into his bed, and I would get down and suck his big cock.
And then he would fuck me. Fuck me in every position imaginable. I loved his big cock inside of me, and I must admit that every time he fucked me, I would allow myself to fantasize and imagine that I was daddy's little girl, and that his cum was going to make a baby inside me. It was just my imagination. It didn't hurt anyone to imagine that.
Maybe mommy left daddy because of the sleepwalking. I just don't know. The funny thing is once I started sleeping next to daddy in his bed, he stopped walking in his sleep. He never sleepwalked again. Maybe all those years he had been searching for something. Searching for something he could not find. But now, finally, he had found it. And it was me. His own precious son. Maybe I was what he had always secretly yearned for.
We have been a loving couple for many years now. I would never leave my daddy for another man the way my mother had. After all, my daddy is my daddy. Who would ever love me more than my own daddy? And I know you'll think this is silly, but even though my daddy doesn't wear his anklet of bells anymore, every night when my daddy inserts his wonderful prick into my delighted boypussy (daddy's word), the whole world seems to go jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle, jingle...........jingle all the way.