Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 23:22:42 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Issues pt. 9

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.


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Daddy Issues

9


It was another two months before Josh had the courage.

A normal weekend night. Josh had to work late and it was 8:00 before he got
home. Ryan had returned from the gym and was still in his workout gear. He
was starting dinner.

"Hi, Josh," he greeted. "Long day?"

"Yeah Dad. End of quarter stuff. Probably more of the same tomorrow."

Ryan froze. Josh was acting nonchalant and going about taking off his suit
jacket and sorting through the mail but deep down his heart was racing a
thousand beats a minute. He could tell his partner had stopped what he was
doing and was looking at him.

"We doing this?" Ryan asked. Not mad, but serious. With that quiet
intensity he could get.

Josh looked up, gaining his confidence. "I've thought it over. I'm ready."

"You sure? No waffling about it this time?"

"No, sir," he replied. "No going back."

Ryan exhaled a deep breath, then broke into a little smile. It was only
then that Josh realized that his partner had wanted this, as much or even
more than he did. The man nodded to the fridge. "Want a nice cold beer,
son? You've had a rough day."

"Sound great, but I gotta watch the carbs."

Ryan went over and pulled a bottle out of the fridge. He opened it and
placed it on the counter in front of Josh. "Your dad's gotta watch the
carbs. Mr. Fast Metabolism can treat himself to a beer after a long day."

"Yes, Dad," Josh said, a little mockingly. But he was grinning when he
picked up the bottle and took a sip. This felt right, he decided. Still
kind of weird. But right.

*

The sex night that was as fevered as ever. It started off as a regular blow
job on the couch, Josh servicing Ryan, but as the sex talk heated up Josh
leaned up, hunger in his eyes. Standing up, he undid his suit trousers and
kicked off his dress shoes. They came off, along with his briefs.

"Lube up, Dad." Usually Ryan took charge, but he had a thrill in his eyes
at the new Josh. He fumbled with the drawer and then the lube
bottle. Pretty soon his fat cock was real slick and shone with the viscous
liquid.

"Come sit on Daddy's lap, Josh." Ryan pushed his cock out, like a crowbar
it was so hard, and it stuck out at a 30 degree angle.

Josh settled right on it, teasing his own hole with the man's erection till
he was ready. Then he lowered himself. "Oh fuck, Dad. So fucking hard."

"You make me that way, boy. Christ, my own fucking son."

The two kissed as Josh gripped Ryan's chest.

"Aw yeah, fucking maul my tits, son. Daddy likes that." Roughly, his cock
pounded up into Josh now, while the younger man tried to hold himself
steady in his squatting position.

"Dad you're so big."

"That's why you love me, son. Ride that daddy dick."

"Oh fuck...."

"You know I love you, don't ya? Your daddy loves you Joshie."

Now Josh punched his ass up and down onto Ryan's oversized prick. "Oh,
sir." The first come shot went high and far, over Ryan's head, the second
landed square in the middle of his chest.

"That's it Joshie, cum for Daddy. Make me proud, boy."

Ryan still hadn't come and as Josh dismounted he immediately went down and
took the prick in his mouth. He didn't care about the lube, he wanted to
get Dad off. Feverishly he sucked, and it didn't take long. "Aw yeah, suck
my cum, Joshie."

*

After that Ryan was a lot more carefree. He'd even joke about being a daddy
when he and his buds were out. Maybe he'd turned into one of those guys
he'd disdained before. But he was enjoying exploring this new side to sex,
to dating, to life. And he had Josh Carter to thank for that.

A thought had possessed him lately. Josh was what he was looking for in his
life. A lover. A boyfriend. A partner. All of that. But more. His straight
friends all had their kids. Ryan had reconciled himself long ago that
children weren't in the cards but part of him always wanted that. That
bond, that sense of purpose in life. When Josh had first called him Daddy,
it got him wondering. What it would have been like to be a father. To have
a son looking up to him, trying to follow in his footsteps.

Hell, he envied what Mike Carter had. A son like Josh, fruit of his loins,
chip off the old block. As much as Josh had some resentment issues to work
out, there was no denying he was his daddy's boy. Their looks, their
voices, the headstrong, outgoing personality.

Ryan wondered if he would have had a boy, maybe two, what they would have
been like. Would they have played baseball? Or, like Josh, found their own
way in life?

He knew he had to push the boundaries. He'd gone too far before, but Josh
had come around. Taking the lead even. But Ryan wanted to go further. It
was a risk but this kid had awakened something in him and he had to see it
through.

Sometimes it was simple things. Like when Josh was getting ready for a work
event and Ryan stopped him on the way out the door. "Can't go out wearing
that tie, son," he said simply.

Josh thought for a minute maybe there was a stain or tear, but Ryan began
undoing the knot and slipping it off, saying, "You need to wear one of my
ties today. I'll go get one."

Josh stood there dumbfounded as Ryan returned, with one of his ties. As
Josh started to take, Ryan stopped him. "I'll put it on," he said. As he
finished tying the knot, he said, "There, let those men see I'm yours."

Josh's body trembled, confused and horny both. The name Ryan almost came
out his mouth, but he stopped himself. This wasn't Ryan but Dad. He'd said
he was ready for this, but now he was realizing he was maybe over his head.


*

And then there was the sex. Sometimes passionate and loving, sometimes
rougher. The worst was a regular Wednesday night blow job that turned into
a vigorous skullfucking session as Ryan held Josh's face in a vicelike grip
and pounded his throat, challenging his gag reflex and wearing out his
jaw. "Hold still, boy," he'd growled as he fucked his mouth. "Your dad's
extra horny tonight."

"Damn, Ry," Josh said afterward, as he coughed out the sperm and mucus that
got caught in his throat.

"My son getting too big to show his daddy some respect?" he said
sternly. Reminding Josh of his new role.

"No sir."

That night, Ryan heard Josh sobbing a little. He reached his arm around,
and felt Josh try to get away from him. Josh was strong but Ryan had the
upper body strength to pull him close. "'s OK, Joshie. Dad was a little
rough on you earlier. Sorry."

He was bawling now, for only the second time since he'd known Ryan. For the
second time in his adult life, in fact. "Wh...why?"

Ryan kissed Josh's neck. "Mike Carter."

The sobs got louder. "Your father's a great man, but he treats you like
shit sometimes. You know that, right?"

Josh inhaled, or tried. "Yessir."

"But you love him, though, right?"

"Yeah." He was calming down now, at least his breaths, but tears streamed
down his cheeks and snot ran out of his nose.

He'd stopped struggling and Ryan now ran his hands along Josh's nude torso,
running into his briefs to grip his prick, which was soft and
retracted. "Something about your relationship to that man is hardwired to
this. Hardwired to your cock, Joshie." His fingers teased and massaged the
genitals, which started expanding. "I want to find out what it is."

He continued. "And part of me is just jealous. Jealous he can treat you
like shit and still have your unconditional love. Still have you
downloading jpegs of him and jerking off to them. Jealous that he can make
you go looking for substitutes."

Ryan's cock was enraged and hard now. He pushed it against Josh's
rump. "I'm gonna fuck you now, Joshie. You need this, too."

"Yessir," he said meekly.

Ryan pulled down Josh's briefs and his own. He lubed up, plenty extra lube
this time to make it easier on Josh. And got into position.

He was surprised to hear Josh's voice. Clear, loud, no longer soft. "Dad,
I'm glad you're back in my life."

Ryan froze, his dickhead nudged against Josh's fluttering hole.

Josh hiked his ass back as he continued, "For a while it felt like you
abandoned me, even though I didn't do anything wrong. Straight As through
school, hell I didn't even drink or smoke weed, which more than I can say
about Zach. You know, your golden boy, the one who gets high every frickin
day? Cause no one's gonna call him on his shit. Not his coach, not his
athletic director, not you. You know that Dad?" By now, Josh's actions had
pushed Ryan's hardon inside, where his rectum had welcomed it.

Ryan pushed in now, sinking to his balls. He rubbed Josh's chest to soothe
him. "Yeah, Joshie, Daddy knows. But you know what Josh? Zach doesn't let
me fuck him like you do. Doesn't know his dad's love, not like this. Only
you Josh."

"Oh Dad," Josh moaned.

"I'm here, Joshie. Here in your life again. To stay this time." He fucked
in, harder. Retreated, then fucked.

"Sir. Yes, sir." Loud, like a military salute.

"Don't pull away from me again, son. Not till I get a chance to prove
myself."

"I'm getting close, Dad." Josh huffed.

"Come for me, son."

"Pull out, Dad."

Ryan was fuck dazed. "You want me to pull..."

"Out, dad!" Josh barked and Ryan complied.

Impatiently, knowing he had only split seconds to work with, Josh rolled
Ryan over and crawled up and shoved his dickhead into his substitute Dad's
mouth, firing a mega load into Ryan's craw.

"Umph!" Ryan grunted but dutifully swallowed before actively sucking the
kid's cock into his mouth, hungrily, lovingly.

Satisfied, Josh pulled out with a huge smile on his face, his face wet with
tears and snot. He reached back and guided Ryan's wide cock into his hole
and sat right down on it.

"I think we're good now, Dad."

"Yeah? You OK, kiddo?" Ryan asked, concern now in his voice.

"Great, Dad." Josh arched his back giving him a better angle of
penetration. "Put your cock in there sir. Deep into your spot."

Ryan kept his hips steady and looked into Josh's soul. "I got something to
say, son."

Josh nodded. He wanted Ryan's cum in him so badly. "Yes, dad."

"It doesn't matter that you're adopted. You're just as much my real
son. You know that, don't you Joshie?"

His words took Josh's breath away from him. The roleplay, the arguments,
the day-to-day role change, and now this. This was taking it to a different
level. This was definitely going off script. Ryan looked at him with a
seriousness now.

"Yeah, you know it," Ryan answered for him, grinning now, fucking into the
kid, feeling his cum build in his nuts. "You know I'm just as much your dad
as your real father."

"Oh, Dad," Josh moaned, feeling his cock possess, punch into him.

No high-pitched cumming noises this time. No announcement. Ryan just shut
his eyes a second as his sperm flowed in, as if it were sealing a deal
between the two.