Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2007 19:25:02 -0800 (PST)
From: hartporter@yahoo.com
Subject: Daddy's New Boy

John was my current favorite of the boys at my gym.  Seventeen, but looking
about fourteen, except for his height.  Soft brown hair in a pageboy
haircut framed a face almost too pretty for a male.  Rosy cheeks, skin so
soft it was impossible to believe he shaved.  Big brown eyes that looked at
me with such trust.

He had joined the gym, like so many others his age, to put on some size,
and it was starting to happen.  But his narrow shoulders and lanky limbs
still told of his youth.  Boys like this were my specialty, in more ways
than one, and it was one of the reason's I called the place "Daddy's Gym."
All my boys called me Daddy, and gave me the respect I deserved, or they
were out of there.  And a select few found out what it meant to be one of
Daddy's Special Boys, the ones who got extra attention.  I was hoping John
would turn out to be one of those, but so far I hadn't sensed he was open
to it, hadn't gotten that unmistakable signal that he needed my special
tuition.

He was standing at the cable station doing bicep curls, and his loose nylon
shorts were slowly working their way down over his boxers, in the "sagger"
style so popular these days.  The boxers were riding up his ass-crack,
molding to the perfectly formed mounds of his bubble-butt.  Luckily, we
were alone in that part of the gym, and I could watch the show unimpaired.
As he finished his set, he bent-over to put the bar on the floor, and at
that moment timed seemed to slow down.  I watched, transfixed, as the
boxers tore right down the center seam, and his crack spread open for my
viewing pleasure.  I light dusting of brown fuzz surrounded the portal to
his inner realm like an aura, and suddenly there it was: a perfect pink
rosebud, glistening with sweat...or was that his inner juices coating his
boy-pussy?  As if in answer to my thought, the lips parted just a hair, and
a drop of precious love-honey rolled out and down to mingle with the sweet
ball-sweat on his lovely taint.

It may have been my imagination, but it seemed that a hint of his aroma
reached my nostrils, and my will to resist this angel-boy departed like an
unwelcome guest.  I walked behind him as he straightened up and put my arm
around his small waist.

"Come with me, John."  He seemed somewhat startled and confused, but walked
unquestioningly with me back to my office, our closeness covering his
exposed backdoor.  I closed and locked the door, and took him to a mirror
where he could see what had happened.

"Gosh, Daddy, I'm sorry!  I'm so embarrased."

"Don't be.  Things happen.  Get out of those things and I'll see what I
have that you can wear."

He was clearly embarrased to strip in front of me, but he was also an
obedient boy, so the shorts and undies came-off, and his genitals were
revealed to me.  A lovely set; not too big, but flawless.  I took my time
digging through a drawer for some shorts, and when I turned around, he was
fully erect, as I knew he would be, his face beet-red.

"I..I'm sorry!  I can't help it!"

"Nothing to be ashamed of.  You're a healthy boy, that's all.  It happens
to all males.  See?"  And with that, I pulled my own shorts off, revealing
my ten-and-a-half inch rod.  He gasped and stared at it.  "Like it, baby?
This is what a real man's cock looks like."  I walked up to him and put my
arm around his waist, pulling him into me.  Our dick's rubbed together as
my finger worked it's way into his hot pussy.

"D-daddy!  Oh, Daddy!"  His arms encircled my barrel chest and his face
rubbed into the hairy cleft between my massive pecs.  I turned his face up
to mine and locked my lips on his.  His mouth tasted of peppermint.  He
sucked on my tongue in such a way that I knew this boy needed to be
penetrated in all his cavities.  His anus clenched around my invading digit
as his juices flowed.

Quickly, I stripped us both of our remaining clothing, and pushed him down
onto the couch.  Oh, what a hot bundle of horny boy he was!  I licked and
kissed him from his budding boy-breasts to his downy bush.  His bone-hard
cock was brushing my cheek, but I ignored it, instead sucking his bountiful
ball-bag into my mouth.  The salty-sweet taste was like a drug, as I rolled
his luscious orbs in my mouth.  His groans grew louder and higher, and when
I reached his pussy, they became a soft whimpering, so full of tender
desire I could hardly bear it.  Oh, how this boy needed his daddy!

I placed his slender legs over my shoulders and prepared to mount him.  His
pussy-lips stretched around my hog, reluctant to give-in to my lust.  But
finally his desire overcame his fear, and his honey-pot opened to me,
engulfing me in a hot tunnel of undulating flesh.  I slid in to the hilt,
my bull-balls nestling between his smooth glutes like they had found their
home.  I kissed my new boy deeply, and whispered into his ear: "Is this
what you want, John?  For me to make your boy-hole into a soft, warm, wet
pussy, for my pleasure?  Do you want to be my boy?"

"Oh God...I...I...yes, sir!  Please!  Please take me, and make me yours!"

And with that I began to piston in and out of his no-longer-virgin boy-box,
driving him into a state of babbling incoherence as the mixture of pleasure
and pain drove away the last of his resistance to his fate.  Soon he was
moaning like a bitch in heat, and his hips began to meet mine, in the
eternal mating dance of Man and Boy.  His new cunt started to milk my big
meat, rippling and squeezing me until I finally let go with a roar, and
thick gouts of my jizz filled his hole.  His cock spewed at the same time,
coating our torsos with his love-offering.

After some rest, I asked him: "Who do you belong to?"

"To you, sir."  I flexed my meat inside him.  "Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours, Daddy."

"Good boy."  I withdrew from him and pushed a butt-plug into his
newly-forged boycunt.  "That's so you always remember who you belong to.
It only comes out when you have to relieve yourself.  Understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

After some clean-up, we left the office, and John got onto a treadmill to
do some cardio.  I could tell from the beatific smile on hs face that his
new pussy and the plug in it were making it considerably more pleasurable
than usual.  Some of the other boys were looking at him with knowing
smiles, and exchanging glances with me.

God, I love this business.