Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 00:32:08 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Issues, pt. 11

Daddy Issues
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult
readers only. As the title suggests, this story has some strong incest
themes, but no actual relations between family members.

Thanks a4f101 and other writers who inspired this one. And thanks to the
readers who've emailed me. There are five more installments after this one.

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Daddy Issues

11


Four days after their anniversary a FedEx package arrived for Josh at the
condo. Legal documents. They weren't real, they couldn't be, but they
looked it. Papers for adoption. Josh's name and where it said adoptive
father was typed "Ryan Miller." With their address.

Ryan was traveling, so Josh called him up. "I got the package."

"Oh." He was unsure of Josh reaction. "I just wanted it to be real between
us, son. It's as close as official as I could make it."

"It is real between us," Josh said. "But I gotta think about it,
Dad. That's a big step. A real big step."

"I know, son," Ryan replied. He should have known better. He was basically
asking to take the place of Mike Carter, in a way. "I should have talked to
you about the idea before doing anything."

"Yes, Dad, you should have."

"You mad?" This was the most contrite that Josh had ever seen Ryan.

"No. A little overwhelmed, but I'm flattered that you'd want this."

"You know I want it, Joshie."

"I just gotta think about it, Ry." Then, realizing his slip, he added. "Is
it OK if I use your first name, Dad? I don't mean any disrespect, sir."

"That's all right, son." Ryan let out a deep breath. This wasn't how he
expected the conversation to go when he talked to a lawyer buddy of his,
one he felt he could trust. But he was starting to see it wasn't the best
idea.

"I love you, sir. But I got two dads in my life now, you and Daddy Mike.
And it's great. But it's also a lot to deal with."

"We're not going to rush anything, Joshie. I want what's going to make you
happy. That's what made me become a dad to you in the first place. How much
it turned you on. To give you a chance for what you'd been missing."

"I know, Ry, sir, I do. It's been the most awesome, most amazing thing I
could imagine. To have sex with my dad, day in and day out. I think it's
become something for you, too. More than just making me happy. Am I right,
Dad?"

"Your father thought he was too old to learn anything new until you came
along, Josh."

*

Ryan was becoming more like his biological father.

Josh noticed the simple changes first. Ryan was letting his chest fur grown
in real thick now. It was just like his biological father's, thicker
even. Josh always liked Ryan's power chest, but the hair made it even more
magnificent. The cherry on the sundae was a patch of gray hair growing into
the dark brown, just below the neck, matching the patches that had come in
on his temples over the last year. Josh's libido was always active, but
given Ryan's habit of walking around and hanging about their place
shirtless, he was nonstop horny and would take any opportunity to run his
hand along Ryan's beefy, hairy torso or to nuzzle his face between the hard
muscle mounds and lick the fur till he worked his way all around to the
man's nipples..

"Little buddy likes the fur, huh?" Ryan would laugh as Josh went to town,
motorboating the ex-jock's best assets. When he couldn't take any more Josh
would lean over to the end table and reach for the trusty lube. Standing
up, he'd straddle Ryan and pump a thick wad all over the man's chest.

"Now I'm going to have to take another shower, buddy," he said to Josh,
winking to let him know he wasn't perturbed. Living with Josh had spiked
his sex drive, but his younger partner's was through the roof. He still
didn't know how the kid could come 2, 3 times a day on a regular basis.

"Why don't you leave it on you, Dad? Let everyone smell my scent on you..."

Ryan looked at him in surprise. He'd never seen the territorial Josh, never
seen his boy turn the tables on him, but he decided he kind of liked
it. Playfully, he started smearing the sperm all over his torso, letting
the musky liquid matt down his chest and ab hairs. Already he could feel
the jism drying and crusting up.

"Fuck," Josh growled with satisfaction. "You're going to do it, aren't you?
Keep my dried sperm on you all day."

"If my boy wants it, then yeah." He was giving Josh an impish smile now.


*

Then there was Ryan's hair. He'd been growing it out for a while, but it
wasn't until he got back from the barber that Josh realized why. The man
who walked in the door had the same haircut, the exact same haircut as Mike
Carter. Medium-short, a little longer on top, trimmed on the side. On Ryan,
the gray temples really stuck out, and his brown was a shade darker than
Mike's. But the resemblance was stunning.

"Whoa," Josh said.

Ryan was a little nervous. Maybe it was too much, like those adoption
papers.... So he was relieved when Josh got up from the couch, already
throwing hard in his shorts and walked over and met Ryan in a passionate
kiss.

Ryan broke the kiss at last. He peeled off his shirt. "I gotta shower off
all the stray hairs," he teased knowing the effect his hairy chest would
have on the boy.

If anything, he underestimated the effect. Josh pretty much attacked him,
manhandling his jeans enough to work out his rapidly hardening cock then
going to town on it. Deep steady throat strokes, bobbing his head furiously
on that hard daddy spike.

Josh's throat was opening right up, letting that fat stalk in. Ryan knew if
there was a time he could go rough, this was it. He gripped the young man's
ears and held the head steady. "Daddy's gonna drive this time, OK, Joshie?"
he growled while his cock started a slow steady fuck motion. In and out,
gentle at first then picking up in intensity. Then harder, punishing
thrusts that pounded Josh's gullet. Involuntary tears were streaming down
Josh's face as he struggled to accommodate the face fuck but his young cock
was fully boned and leaking in his jeans.

"Goddamnit, taking Daddy's motherfucking sperm!" Ryan yelled as his prick
unloaded in a furious spray of his salty seed, right down Josh's throat.

"Christ, you're good to me," he said softly as he patted Josh's head and
wiped away a tear.

He pulled out and hoisted Josh up, using his superior upper body strength
to toss the kid on the couch. Within seconds, he'd undone the jeans and
shucked them. Josh's cock was reddened and dripping, as hard as it had ever
been.

"Why don't you take it out on Daddy, now, son?" Ryan said as he swallowed
that staff and felt Josh's hands grip his ears, steadying him for payback.


*

One week, Ryan and Josh were finishing up dinner and washing up before
settling in to watch TV for the evening.

"I found out today I have to go to Florida for work," Ryan said, relaying
the news he'd gotten from his boss. "Jerry wants me to stay there
throughout Spring Training. Or at least most of it. I'll be gone at least a
week and a half."

"Yeah?" Josh said. "I'll miss you, Dad."

Ryan leaned forward and kissed the young man. "I'll miss you too son. I
feel particularly bad breaking my promise."

"Your promise?"

"I promised my son I wouldn't make him wait a week for sex ever
again. Remember?"

Josh recalled now. Their argument and the make-up sex at the beach. Until
then he couldn't recall a time they'd gone more than 3 days without sucking
or fucking, and even those times were when Ryan travelled.

"Oh this doesn't count, Dad."

Ryan shook his head. "A promise is a promise."

"We can skype. Or phone sex," Josh said. "If you have time."

"I'll make time. Of course. But I was thinking Josh...." He hoped his boy
wouldn't take this the wrong way. "I want you to be free to find someone
for a little fun while I'm gone."

"Oh Dad, I don't need...." he started objecting.

"No, hear me out," he said in a stern voice that eerily reminded Josh of
his biological father's. "I'm not talking about about anything other than
get-your-rocks-off, blow-a-load sex. I can trust you, and I want you
happy. It'll be like the threeways, only I'll be there in spirit, cause
I've given you permission."

"Dad, I'm not going to want that."

"Please Josh, don't say no. Don't decide now. Just know I say it's OK."

"This is about more than the sex isn't it, Dad?"

"It's hard to explain, but yes."

"I'm a pretty good listener," Josh said, pulling up a chair.

"Actually you're a lousy listener," Ryan winked, "but you deserve an
explanation. When I was with Andy I was all gung-ho with the monogamous
relationship thing and thought guys who cheated were scumbags of the earth
and who could do that?" He'd told Josh about his longest relationship ,
including the details of how it ended, including the cheating. But he
hadn't ever talked about the emotional side.  "Then all of a sudden I was
one of those scumbags. I was swept away by emotions and pure fuckin' lust
that I didn't know I had. I'll own up to my mistake and my failing. But
looking back, I knew I was so susceptible cause I'd repressed a lot. Didn't
even let myself so much as look at another guy. And then one day all that
pent up sexual energy came roaring back with a vengeance."

"So...." Josh started, skeptically, "You're afraid I'm going to cheat on
you if I don't go out and bang a bunch of guys?"

"Whoa, whoa...who said anything about a `bunch,' Mister?" Ryan
joked. "You're a good kid, Josh, and no I don't expect you to cheat. But I
also know this is the first long-term relationship you've had. On top of
that you're 24 with a sex drive that should be bottled and sold in a
pill. I thought this might be away of removing some of the tension between
what your body wants and what your minds wants."

"How do you know what I want, deep down?" Josh countered. Not hostile but
challenging Ryan a little.

"A guess, that's all. I don't know for sure. That's why it's got to be your
call. Next week, you'll know if you need it. If not, great."

"Is that what you want, too, Dad? To fuck someone on the road?"

"Nope. That's not what I want, kid. I have a few years on you in playing
the field and I think I got a lot out of my system in those years."

"I still don't know where you're coming from with this, Dad," Josh said,
resigning himself. "But the crazy thing is, I kind of want to know."

"Then it's a deal? You want say no to the idea yet?"

"If it makes you feel better, I won't say no. Yet. Happy?"

"Yes," Ryan smiled.

"Never a dull moment around here with you, Dad," Josh finally said as they
settled in front of the television.

Then later, Ryan spoke up. "By the way, if it's OK with you, I thought I'd
invite Mike to a couple of the games while I'm down there."

"Yeah, that's great." Josh was continually surprised how well Ryan and Mike
got along. "I'm sure he would love that."


* Josh was coping all right with Ryan's absence at Spring Training. He's
had a couple of really nice jerkoff sessions and on the second night, he
and Ryan had a long two-fer session by video chat.

Moreover, he decided to use the extra time at the gym. He'd always
maintained his body, but over the last year he'd probably been slacking a
little. Besides, Ryan was right, Josh had a natural metabolism and always
managed to look great.

When he was a teenager, his goal, with his father's encouragement, was to
bulk up for football. When he was in college he went for all around muscle
and general fitness. After, as he moved to New York and came out of the
closet, it occurred to Josh that his body was a sex object for other
men. All of a sudden he had found himself doing more body
sculpting. Priming up his biceps, and pumping that favorite part of his,
his chest. He got a trainer, too, who finally told him to stop with that
shit, it was going to lead to an imbalanced look. "Trust me, guy," Matt had
said. "You got a perfect body, don't go fucking it up because you're trying
to be something else. We'll work on some goals and get you there."

Josh tried to keep that in mind since, and it was his guiding principle in
the gym. Only lately, he thought of Ryan. What this Daddy figure liked in
Josh. It gave Josh motivation to go the extra mile. To spend even more time
on these areas. So for the last month, Josh had gone gung-ho on core, core,
and more core. And he'd doubled his leg and gluteal workout.

The results were paying off. Josh Carter had a naturally beautiful set of
bubble buns, the perfect proportion. Mostly hard muscle but a layer of
cushiony baby fat. The new workouts were making his ass balloon out further
and stick out like a shelf from his lower back. He wasn't sure if Ryan had
noticed or not, but the man sure seemed to be extra grabby with his butt
lately. And Josh had been learning what Ryan could do with his tongue back
there. Ass eating was never high on either man's agenda when they first
started dating but now it was like they were both discovering or maybe
rediscovering it. Some nights it wasn't the warm up but the main event.

Maybe Josh was getting too lost in thoughts cause he noticed he'd started
chubbing out in his gym shorts. Reclining on the leg press machine, he was
boning up. Not full-on fuck hard but certainly a night stiff cock poking
up. He blushed a little, particularly as he saw a man was staring off and
on at Josh, his eyes directed at the young man's crotch. Josh's admirer was
mid-40s, textbook DILF. Medium height, dark haired with silver flecks,
brown eyes, Italian American looks, real attractive face that seemed to
belong to a suburban married dude rather than an urban gay guy. The body,
though, was pure Chelsea: gym toned sinewy muscle kept honed by hours at
the gym and in yoga. For Mr. DILF, too, this was a legs day and he was
resting up at the squat rack, staring down Josh through the mirror.

And suddenly, it clicked. What Ryan had told him. The permission Ryan gave
him. It gave Josh the freedom to act ballsy. Just knowing this was a
possibility made his cock expand to full size and hardness, on full display
of this guy. He locked eyes with the man and felt a rush of lust course
through his 24 year old body. He felt sexual and powerful and as in-control
as he ever had. His eyes traveled down Mr. DILF's backside, to the gorgeous
daddy buns that were framed by a pair of nylon shorts. The buns were pert
and round, not like Ryan's ex-jock ass, but there was still a bulk and give
that gave them away as belonging to a forty something. They were turning
Josh on and adding fuel to the fire of his hardon.

Mr. DILF looked at Josh with a gaze of incredulous lust, not quite
believing this young stud was displaying himself in the gym, seemingly just
for him. He watched as Josh lowered himself in the leg press and started
banging out a set, straining with the high weight but also powering
through. The whole time with a large hardon in his floppy shorts. He
himself had worn boxer briefs and was both glad they were keeping his boner
in check and uncomfortable with the constrained lump of his crotch. He knew
he'd have to wait a minute before another set of squats if he wanted to be
safe. At this rate he'd have to wait for this kid to finish up and move
one.

Instead, Josh shook the ache out of his legs and stood up. There was no one
else in the room at the moment, so he strode over to Mr. DILF. Hardon
throwing proud and high. "Hi. Need a spot?" he offered, his eyes boring
into the man's as he stood, legs spread, arms on his waist.

Jesus Christ, the man thought. This is like a porn movie. "Um sure," he
stammered and before he knew it, the twentysomething stud's body was
pressed to his back. He could feel that erection against his ass all right
and it felt even more magnificent than it looked. Steel hard like only a
young guy's cock gets hard. And those hands on his waist, gripping on
loosely but snug enough.

"How many you going for?" Josh asked.

"Eight," Mr. DILF replied.

"We'll do ten," Josh said. And as the man started his set, sure enough he
found the energy within to pump out a couple extra reps. He needed a little
assist from the young man on the last one, but most of it was him. Trying
to impress this satyr of a gym stud.

As he reracked the weights, Josh's bod pressed against him closer, just for
a second, but fuck, it felt hot. "Man, you got a great ass," Josh whispered
in the man's ear.

"Thanks," he replied dumbly, his heart racing. He couldn't remember being
hornier. Not in a long time at least.

"Listen," continued Josh. "I gotta go over and do some stretches to get
this boner to go away. But what do you say we go somewhere after?"

"Hell yeah," Mr. DILF said, trying to think of what he could do to cool his
jets. "I'd like that. A lot."


*

It was nearly 8 o clock when Josh left Mr. DILF's condo, two loads lighter
and with an extra spring in his step. He hadn't eaten dinner and was now
starving, but it was worth it. Maybe more than he realized, Josh missed
topping. At least it felt right the way this bottom daddy had come on to
him at the gym and the way he'd taken the guy twice, first in doggy
position, the second time on his back. Fucked two loads out of the man and
gotten off both times himself. High on post sex endorphins, Josh felt like
king of the world.

He was glad he didn't know the dude's name. It was like Ryan said, just
pure drain-the-balls sex. Taking the edge off. Josh would have to tell Ryan
he was right. Yet again.

And, as he'd tell Ryan later, maybe because he took the top role it didn't
substitute for what he had with Ryan. Not only literally - Josh's hole was
Ryan's and Ryan's only, he decided - but also psychologically. Only Ryan
punched those emotional buttons with him. Sometimes it seemed like too
much, but the next moment they drew the young man into a bond that was more
intense, more sexual, more deeply emotional than he ever imagined possible.

*

Ryan had noticed the changes in Josh's gym routine, and the changes to
Josh's already body. He almost hated seeing the men's magazine model
perfection being tampered with in any way, but damn, that ass was
insane. Bulging, hard, ripe, and begging for attention. And pay attention
Ryan did. He couldn't keep his horny hands off Josh's behind. He was
wanting anal more and more. And instead of having Josh go down on him those
quiet weeknights for a post-work or pre-bedtime blow-and-cum session, he
was just as often bending Josh over for a deep tongue rim job. Or having
Josh sit on Ryan's face while both guys whacked off furiously. The thought
alone that Ryan was eating out his son's jock ass was enough to make the
man spew one of his bigger loads.

It all gave Ryan extra incentive to push his own build. Though had a large
muscular, even beefy, build, Ryan lacked the football player body that Mike
Carter had. He had a more balanced, compact frame than Mike, who was simply
bulging in his upper body and not as trim in his midsection. So Ryan
tracked down a strength conditioning coach for the NY Giants he knew and
arranged for some training sessions with some specific goals in mind. He
showed the trainer one of Josh's pics of Mike shirtless by the pool as an
example. Bigger shoulders and arms, really work the back, and draw on the
strengths of his already powerful chest. At his age, his body was taking
longer to respond, but sure enough, he was gradually adding more bulk. He
was losing the tightness of his midsection and now what had been the
nascent love handles had grown into about five, and eventually ten pounds
of ex-jock padding, but that was the price to pay. Ryan was slowly looking
more like an ex-football player. More like Mike Carter.

Even now, this whole week he'd called a favor and finagled off-hours access
to the Royals' weight training facility. Doing his early morning workout,
he looked in the mirror and rubbed out the ache that was building in Ryan's
shoulders. A couple more sets, he could do it. For Joshie.

Hanging out with Mike the previous night was a reminder of what he was
going for. Ryan did get a slight pang of conscience. Here he'd actually
grown to be on real good terms with Josh's father. Mike treated him like a
buddy, an equal, rather than a son-in-law or whatever. Maybe that made the
age difference between Ryan and Josh less awkward. Maybe it was the natural
consequence of the men having so much in common. Mike reminded Ryan of his
buddies back in his ballplaying days before they'd all got married and Ryan
had come out. Reminded him of the rapport he had with friends like Greg.

So yeah, the Royals-Cubs game had been a fun time in an otherwise hectic
workweek. Both men had drunk a beer or two too many and were feeling buzzed
by the end but it was all good. It was great to see Mike let his guard down
a little, talk about his sons, or the latest college girl he was
dating. Talk freely, like to a buddy.

"You know, Ryan, you're all right" he leaned over in the eighth inning,
slurring his words a little. "I was real pissed off when Josh told me he
was dating a 44 year old. I didn't want some guy taking advantage of my
son. But I decided not to be such a goddamned hypocrite. Christ, I was
fucking an 18 year old at the time."

"Besides," he continued, "the minute I met you, I knew you were on the up
and up. I can tell a stand up guy when I see him."

"Thanks, Mike," Ryan said. He could definitely see where Josh got his
headstrong sense of ethics from. "That means a lot coming from you."

"I think Josh needed someone in his life like you." He turned to look at
Ryan intently, then added. "You know, I might not know much about gay
stuff, but I'm not dumb. Christ, of all the guys in the New York City, my
boy had to pick that one who almost looks like me."

Ryan's heart pounded a mile a minute. He started to say something but
didn't know what to say. The alcohol was clouding his mind, but he knew he
stepping in a minefield and that one false move would make it all blow up.

Only Mike clasped his hand on Ryan's meaty shoulder. "But it's all
good. Josh and I went through a rough patch and it's great to see him happy
now. And I got you to thank for that. It's like having my old Joshie back."
One more pat on the back, and he leaned back and held up his empty cup.

"One more beer? Whaddya say?"

*

Throughout the evening, Ryan was in the back of his mind watching Mike.
Studying the man. Learning what made him tick. Memorizing his mannerisms
and the way he'd speak. Watching the way he'd sit or carry his body when he
walked.

When he got back to his hotel room, drunk and feeling pleasant, he looked
into the mirror and practiced talking like Mike. "You know, Ryan, you're
all right," he said aloud in a pretty good imitation of Josh's father. Then
slipping back to his normal voice, he said, "You're all right, too,
Mike. You're all right, too."