Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2005 00:40:11 -0600
From: Aniel . <anielmty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Magic Parker II

This story is fiction, totally false, don't read it if you're not old enough
to do that. It's full of dirty gay stuff anyways! :) Check out my other
stories under anielmty in the author's section of nifty. Let me know if you
have any comments/concerns/lottery numbers!


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                         *AG* Magic Parker 2 *AG*

"Parker, baby, wake up or you won't be able to sleep tonight, baby... wake
up." It was my daddy. I must have fallen asleep; I was dressed, and curled
up around my teddy bear in my bed. The bed in the new room he had moved me
into. Opening my eyes, I stared at the window. The sun had set. Daddy rubbed
my back as I stretched out and yawned.

"C'mon," he said, poking me in the side playfully, "Dinner is almost ready."
I was still pouting from being moved from my bedroom and into his old
office, a small room off of his room with no doors or privacy. He stood up
and went back to the kitchen to finish dinner. I laid there with my arms
crossed. I wasn't going down there. I wasn't even hungry. I was going to
stay here in this bed until he let me go back to my room and/or gave me back
my car. I wasn't going to let him win.

"Park, c'mon baby, the food is ready, we're waiting for you," he said,
coming back into the room and sitting on my bed. I rolled over, staring away
from him at the wall. "Parker Bryan Johnson!, get your ass out of this bed
right now and come downstairs." My full name, shit. I rolled over and glared
at him, then slowly got off the bed. He waited, put his hand on my back, and
gently pushed me out of the room.

"Hey," Erik said as my father pushed me down into a chair in the dining
room. Erik gave me a half smile, and then looked away. I sat with my arms
folded as the both began to eat. My father pushed a small "Parker-sized"
plate of spaghetti in front of me, but I just looked down and to the side.
We had been through this game before when I didn't get what I wanted. I knew
it killed my father when I wouldn't eat, but this was important. I thought
about the guys in the history books who fought for what was right, and I was
convinced that I was right. How could he totally take away everything from
me and expect me to be ok with it?

They both ignored my little protest, and talked about their plans for the
rest of the weekend. I didn't look, but I got a little jealous when Erik
said he was going out to a party that night. My father was going to stay
home and finish a little work he had to catch up on since he left work early
the day before. Finally, they finished, and cleared the table except for my
plate, then moved into the kitchen to clean up. I stayed there feeling a
little let down that there was no big scene.

"Well, guess this is what we're doing tonight," daddy said a few minutes
later walking back into the dining room with his laptop and a stack of
paperwork. He sat next to me, opened his laptop and shuffled a few papers
around. A few minutes later I picked up my fork, knowing that I was going to
lose this one, and began poking at the pasta. I ate slowly as he pretended
not to notice me, typing away at his computer, occasionally stopping to
write on a paper and then laying it aside.

Erik headed out as I was finishing up. I stared over at daddy as I finished
the last noodle. He smiled, and told me to sit there and wait until he
finished his work, since I had made him wait for me to finish eating. He
laughed, then seeing my frustrated look; he scooted his chair back a little
and pat his lap. I rolled my eyes. Sixteen is way too old to sit on your
father's lap, so I put my elbows on the table, rested my face in my hands,
and stared at him. After a few minutes of this, he told me to go watch TV
and he would be in there in a minute.

There was nothing on TV. Saturday night brings out the Cop show lovers and
stupid movies with the bad words bleeped out junkies. I wanted to go
downtown... to the party, or go to wherever Erik had gone, but I guess I was
grounded. I didn't dare ask, and now I didn't even have a car to go do
anything. I turned off the TV and sifted through the magazine bin next to
Daddy's chair. Cars, Cars, History, Tool catalog, Cars, Chicago, more tools,
gay porn, hunting, cars, cars... "WHAT?" I screamed inside my head and
flipped back. It was a magazine with these two guys dressed in tight little
cut off shorts on the cover. It didn't have the little address tag on it, so
he must have bought it somewhere, or Erik did.

I looked behind me, listening for his fingers clicking away on his laptop to
assure me that he wasn't headed back in here. I pulled it out and thumbed
cautiously through the pages. This was hardcore stuff. This older guy, maybe
30 had this teen guy up against a wall in an office. His hands were tied
behind him with older guy's tie. Below the picture it said, "Please, I need
this job." Right... does that ever happen? I laughed, but I started to get
hard inside my cargo shorts. Lucky they are baggy!

"Baby what are you doing on the floor?" FUCK! My father was behind me, I had
to hide this. I slid it carefully under his chair and then turned around to
see that he was over me... He squatted down next to me, smelling fear. He
reached behind me and pulled the magazine from under his chair, studied it,
flipped a few pages, raised an eyebrow, and then closed it.

"So now we're into magazines? Where did you get this?" He demanded.

"I--I--I found it right here." I said, looking guiltier than I was. It
wasn't mine!

"Oh, right, I forget that I buy gay porn to read during commercials." He
said without a smile. "I don't know what is going on with you, and I'm tired
of you lying to me." He stood up, yanking my arm and lifting me to my feet.

"Daddy... it's not mine."

"Stop it, just stop talking." He pulled me out of the living room and up to
his bedroom, setting me down on his bed. My arm hurt a little, but not as
much as the fear of what he would do to me. He sat down beside me, and was
silent for the longest time. The longer he was quiet, the more trouble I
knew I was in. He wouldn't hit me, he never had. He was much scarier than
that.

"I swear... it wasn't mine," I finally said folding my hands in my lap. Daddy
reached over and covered my hands with his right one. He squeezed them
together tightly, and then released with a sigh.

"I think you better go to bed. Go take a bath first." He stayed on the bed
as I got up, went over to my "room," and got clothes together. I slipped off
my tank shirt and cargo shorts, and then stood there, waiting for him to
leave before I took off my briefs. He didn't though, he just stayed there. I
looked at the floor, biting my lip softly. Finally he stood up, and then
went into his bathroom, and turned on the water to fill the tub. He sat on
the edge, making sure it was the right temperature, and then called me into
him. He had filled it with bubbles, just like when I was a kid, and sat on
the edge of the tub. He has one of those big semi round tubs that you can
really stretch out in. Sometimes when I got sick, he would fill it with
bubble bath and turn on the jets, it felt so good. I stood there nervously,
and then slid down my briefs slowly.

It was a warm night, and my cock and balls hung down about four inches. My
cock doesn't really grow that much when I get hard, maybe to five or six
inches. I'm sure it will get bigger when I get older, but being adopted, I
don't really have anything to compare it to. Daddy sat on the side of the
tub, watching the water, and feeling to for temperature.

"Ok, go ahead and get in," he said without looking at me. I walked past him,
turning a little to the side to shield myself, and then stepped into the
water. He turned to smile at me and then froze, staring at my body. He
hadn't seen me naked in a long time, and I guess this wasn't what he
expected.

"Daddy?" I said, sitting down and pulling my knees into my chest.

"Oh, um... yeah?" he stammered, quickly moving his eyes up to my face.

"It wasn't mine..." I managed, looking down at the water and biting my lip
softly.

"Yeah, sure, let's just forget about it." He still didn't believe me. It
sent a shiver through me. He stood, and left the room, turning on the TV in
his bedroom to the news at ten. He walked back in a few minutes later. I was
in the same position, holding onto my toes.

"What's wrong?" daddy asked, coming over to sit next to me.

"You don't believe me. You never do..." I looked down between my knees. If I
saw his face, I would cry, and I did NOT want to do that.

"Baby... I... Hurry up and finish, then we'll talk," he finished, going to brush
his teeth. I scrubbed every inch of me clean then got out and found a towel
on the counter. I wrapped it around me and ventured out into the bedroom. I
moved across and into my little sub-room, dug a pair of briefs, thermal top,
and pajama pants from the drawer and dressed behind the little wall. Daddy
was lying on his bed, flipping TV channels mindlessly. I stood for a second
and then decided to crawl into his bed.

"All clean?" he questioned sweetly as I laid next to him, putting my head
against his shoulder. His arm came around me as I turned on my side, laying
my head on his chest and snuggling into his side. There was a baseball game
on TV as I closed my eyes, uninterested.

I must have fallen asleep, but I woke up to the bed shaking rhythmically. I
opened my eyes to a dark room except for the time glaring at me from the
alarm clock. I flipped over and saw the shadowy outline of my father, his
body still except for his arm moving slowly like a train piston. The train
came to an abrupt halt when he realized that I was staring at him, two
inches from his shoulder. His arm relaxed and released his cock which
towered over his abs in a 9 inch arc. We were frozen in a standoff. Was I
sleeping? Would we have more awkward conversations? I decided to go with the
still sleeping alley and snuggled into the pillow, moaning ambiguously.

The erection, surprisingly, did not go away with embarrassment. Maybe being
caught turned him on. I played the sleeper and waited for him to continue.
Sure enough, a minute later, his hand crept slowly to his cock. He made for
it much slower this time, savoring it, or trying to keep me asleep, I didn't
know. His stroking sped up with his confidence, and soon he was working it
pretty fast. Time to make my next move, I was enjoying this game. I squirmed
a bit and then threw my left arm across his chest and snuggled into his
side.

The hand froze again. "Fuck," I heard him whisper. He now had to use his
other hand so as not to move my arm, and surprisingly, he kept on going. By
now I was also getting hard and my small but persistent erection poked his
side. Smiling, I slowly moved my left leg over his legs, and pressed further
into his side. I began pushing my cock against and away from his side,
mimicking his mastur-motions. He had to know that I was awake, but he
ignored it and kept jerking on his cock, slowly but surely.

I couldn't resist, my face was against his shoulder, and I began to bite
softly, making my little happy noises as I continued to hump against him.
Now he knew, and he slid his left arm under and around me, holding onto my
side as I worked my body against his.

"Oh no, we can't do this!" He exclaimed suddenly, pushing me off of him and
sitting up. He flipped on the light as I flipped my eyes closed. I could
feel him staring down at me.

"Huh? What's going on?" I whispered, rubbing my eyes and then staring up at
him full of confusion.

"You were... um, nevermind," he said, "realizing" that I had been asleep the
whole time.

"You nakie," I smiled, staring down at my father's cock, full of life, full
of shame, full of questions.

Daddy pulled the covers over his erection, placing his hand over himself.

Two days ago I would never have even thought about this. Yes I was always
interested in guys, I'm not one of those point of realization gays, but my
life, my view of the world had changed, and here I was.

"You..." Daddy began, considering his words... and options, "you really like
guys?"

I nodded, biting my lip nervously, sitting up and pulling a pillow into my
lap. I stared down at the bed, but soon felt a finger lift my chin. My eyes
met his; I didn't know what it meant. He studied my face, from eyes to chin,
searching for who knows what. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed my lips,
softly at first, then hungrily. A tongue pushed past my lips forcefully. All
of the tension that had built inside me from the last two days escaped me,
every inch tingled, every muscle shivered, arms slid around me, breathing
quickened, lust consumed, fire burned, and then a cool touch fell across me.
It was total release.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, kissing down my neck and pushing down
against the mattress. My hands glided up his back and then my fingers
brushed through his hair, petting his head as he continued his kisses slowly
down my chest, lifting my shirt for further access. I lifted my arms and he
slid it off of me, throwing it across the room. His mouth centered on my
left nipple, as it was squeezed and pried between his teeth. I closed my
eyes, the room was already dark, but the sensations demanded closure.

His hands rubbed up and down my back and then his left one slid down inside
the pajama pants, inside the briefs, and then up and down the cheeks. He
held me firmly, knowing what I liked. What remained of clothing on me was
quickly pushed off and onto the floor. I squirmed, naked and in his arms as
he moved back in to further explore me. His right hand lifted my cock, and I
heard him sigh, or maybe it was a chuckle as if to say "how cute." I laid
back and let him work as he jerked slowly and intentionally on it while
continuing his slow assault on my nipples.

After a few minutes of this, he stopped, settled back on his heels, and slid
off his boxers behind him. I sat up and then crawled over to his cock,
staring eyes to eye at the monster. It was beautiful, a perfectly
semicircular head, pointing at me from its long thick pole. I grasped it
with both hands which left another few inches for sucking. My tongue moved
faster than my brain, and soon I was tasting his flavor, a mix of soap,
pre-cum, and a little sweat. It might as well have been candy. I loved it
and wanted more.

"Oh god that feels so good baby," he moaned, placing his hands firmly on the
back of my head and guiding me further onto his cock. "Yeah, suck daddy's
dick."

"MmmmShmmmm," I mumbled, filling my mouth with the first few inches. I did
my best to take as much as I could. There are certain limitations on a small
boy with a strong gag reflex, but I did my best. Isn't that all he ever
asked of me? Daddy leaned back a little, grabbed a remote off of the side
table, and flipped the stereo to a nice soft rock station. Then he grabbed
another remote and turned the lights on, then dimmed them to near darkness
again. I didn't need music or lighting, I was almost near cumming just from
his touch and moaning approval. I licked up, down, small circles, big
circles, every technique I could think of to please his cock, but soon he
pushed me off of it.

I stared up at him with a look of confusion. Did he not like it? He was
smiling, but maybe he was having second thoughts. Well, his first thought
was to get a blow job, but the second seemed to be fucking as he patted the
bed next to him and told me to lay down on my tummy. I did so, putting a
pillow under my chest and hugging it tightly. He reached down between my
legs and pulled my hard cock so that it was lying flat against the covers,
pointing down between my legs. He ran two fingers down either side of the
shaft of my cock and it was the most incredible sensation I had ever felt
down there. My body shook as he straddled me and continued the slow soft
touch.

Two knees came down on either side of me, a warm strong body twice the size
of mine was bent over me from behind. Soft kisses worked their way down the
back of my neck, followed by a series of playful bites and licks. Soon I
felt a cock pushing between the cheeks of my ass. He wasn't going to fuck me
with that, was he? I lifted my head and began to protest, but he pushed my
face back into the pillow.

"Don't worry, have I ever hurt you?" He asked, not letting me up to reply. I
wasn't sure what he was doing so I turned my head to the side to see him
reaching over me and pulling a small bottle of lube from the side table
drawer. He moved back into position and I heard a cap pop, then felt a warm
drizzle going down the middle of my ass, then spread around by a strong and
deliberate finger. The lube was warm, but got warmer as it was pushed
around. Finishing, he wiped his finger off on his boxers, and then leaned
back into me, pushing his hands underneath my arms and securing them around
the tops of my shoulder. His hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me down
the bed a little.

I felt his huge hard cock rest between the cheeks of my ass, his chest come
down across my back, his arms holding me against him. The cock didn't go
inside me, but it settled into the valley. We held this position for almost
a minute as he pulled back my shoulders, sucking on the back of my right
ear. This is a major pressure point for me, and it settled me enough to
relax further in his arms and let him begin his exploration. His body came
alive, moving up and down my back, his cock sliding between the divide. His
"fucking" began to speed up, and I felt the tip of his cock bumping against
the small of my back. His head was over mine, breathing hard as I felt his
body warm me from behind.

The motions of his cock forced my body to rub against the bed as he sped up,
sliding over me. I turned my head to the side, and his lips met mine again,
kissing me from the side, our tongues meeting inside my lips. He sped up
again, and was grinding me against the bed, now whispering into my ear how
much he wanted me, loved me, how good I felt, how much he needed this, how
beautiful I was, he didn't stop. Finally, he ended his speech with "I love
you so much, Im going to cum, oh yeah baby, fuck yeah baby boy."

I felt hot strings of cum across my back, lots of them, his body shivered,
pulsing over me. His moist hot cum lubed the small space between us as he
continued sliding on me, smearing cum all around my back. He kept pushing me
down into the bed, grinding against me, working his tongue inside me. Soon,
it pushed me over the edge, and he sped up when I told him that I was
cumming too. It felt incredible, I must have emptied every drop of cum from
my body because my body continued to shake and release for what felt like an
hour. All the while, he continued encouraging me with whispers and the
occasional bite on my ear.

I collapsed into his arms, filthy, sweaty, covered in both of our cum. He
backed off of me as we both regained our breath. My eyes closed, but soon
opened as he lifted me off the bed and into his arms. The comforter was
pulled off of the bed and thrown near the laundry basket in the corner as he
threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bathroom. The tub was
refilled, warm and bubbly. Daddy climbed in and then placed me between his
legs, running a bar of soap over my tired body. Every inch of me was
scrubbed clean again, and then I repeated the actions on him. It felt so
good. I didn't know what this was leading to, but I was glad to have started
the journey....