Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2016 13:51:17 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Week ch. 1

Daddy Week
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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The following is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. This
story will have some strong incest themes and encounters, but a lot of
non-family encounters, too, and just plain intergenerational fun.

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Daddy Week Chapter 1

Cameron 28yo, 5'11", 170# lean muscle, brown/blue occupation: graphic
designer relationship status: Single


"Gross, it's all geezers here." My buddy Sean was not happy.

Neither was Jeremy. "It's your fault doofus, for picking this week. Fucking
'Daddy Week'..." he groaned in a mocking voice, that made a man beside us
turn around and glare at us, not that either of my friends noticed.

The dude was about as hot a man as you could hope to find. Medium build,
taller side of medium height, early 40s, Crossfit-toned bod, thinning hair
but a nice fuzzy blonde-cum-chestnut brown fuzz on his forearms. And damn,
those arms, powerful muscular dad arms now deeply tanned and framed by the
sleeves of his T shirt.

I felt embarrassed as hell and gave an apologetic shrug and mouthed a
silent "sorry" to the man. His angry glare melted as he smiled and gave me
a wink before leaning back over to his buddy to continue his conversation.

Fuck! I wasn't sure how I was gonna survive this week. Hell, I'd been boned
the second I stepped off the ferry and saw the walking buffet of hot
daddies. It had been my secret the last year or so as I dipped my toes into
what it was like sleeping with older men. Eventually letting my guard down
and owning up to some long-suppressed fantasies, and having some
mind-blowing sex in the process. But what I did late at night on Grindr and
Mister was one thing, this was all different. Out in the open, obvious.

And I wasn't ready to be obvious, not with Sean and Jeremy. We were the
Three Musketeers, hot young guys who had the city in the palm of our hands,
or so it felt sometimes.

"I know, dude," I joined in, my face blushing at lying to my buds like
this. "Of all weeks...."

"Shut up bitches," Sean growled, "Drinks are on me tonight, so I don't want
to hear you griping." Sean was the queeniest of us, an incongruous match
with his jocky gymbod, but I think that's why I liked him.

"How bout we check out one of the other bars?" Jeremy asked. "There have
got to be a few younger dudes in town this week."

"You mean ones not paired up with 'Daddy'?" Sean added, in the same mocking
tone as Jeremy. "Couldn't hurt to try."

"Listen guys, I think I may stay here." I could see the surprised look on
their faces, so I covered. "I saw this younger dude giving me the eye
earlier, I thought I'd see if I can find him." I was nervous they would
decide to join me, but I couldn't admit why I wanted to stay.

Jeremy punched my arm playfully. "All right, Captain Horndog. You'll do
better without us anyway."

"Yeah, good luck, dude," Sean added.

They took one last swill of their vodka-soda and were off.

The bar was starting to get more crowded, and I had never been so turned on
in my life. The place was packed to the rafters with men, most of them
middle aged, each one hotter than the next. I felt my heart beat fast as I
took in the view, admiring the DILFs, letting my eye stray to some of the
less pulled-together men. I searched in vain to find Mr. Perfect from
before, but he was nowhere in sight. My vodka tonic was going down way too
quickly, and I swirled the ice around the glass.

Just then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I probably jumped a little because
the man removed his grip but nonetheless squeezed his way to stand next to
me. In his hand was an extra drink. "Here," he said, pushing the glass in
my hand and taking away my empty. "I took the liberty of asking the
bartender what you were drinking."

"Thanks," I said, "My name is Cameron."

"Brian," the man said, gripping my hand in a firm shake.

Brian was late 40s, maybe 50, with more salt than pepper and with a
medium-short professional-style haircut, he had longer hair than many of
the buzz-cut guys in the place. Distinguished with a handsome face, he had
a normal suburban-dad body - a good solid muscular foundation and some
extra girth to go with it. He was a little sunburned from the beach and I
couldn't help but notice the silvery chest hairs poking up from his polo
shirt or the wiry hairs on his muscular forearms. He was wearing an
expensive Swiss watch and I complemented him on it, partly to give myself
an excuse to touch his powerful arm and look at it more.

All right, Brian the Suburban Daddy was starting to push my buttons.

"What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm a Graphic Designer. I live in New York, me and my friends came up for
the week." I left out the part about us not knowing which week it was.

"Yeah? Cool."

I asked him what he did.

"A doctor. Radiologist. Live outside of Chicago. Nice to get away for a
couple of days." He leaned in, closer and I could feel his warmth next to
me. "So, Cameron, why hasn't some Daddy already snatched you up?"

At another time, I might give out some lame soliloquy about I wasn't sure
what I was looking for or some other apology for being single. But that
night, I was in a flirty mood. "How do you know one hasn't?" I teased.

He ran his hand up the center of my back, friendly and flirty at the same
time. It sent goosebumps down my arm. "Well, if I had a boy with me here, I
wouldn't let him out of my sight."

I couldn't help but notice the wedding band on his left hand and impolitic,
I had to ask him, "You married?"

"Yes, with two kids," the man nodded, "my family thinks I'm at a medical
conference," he added, looking at me, reading my expression to gauge my
reaction. "I sometimes think I should take off the ring, but turns out a
lot of guys are turned on by it."

I blushed, which Brian noticed. He didn't say anything but gave a knowing
grin.

"Listen, you interested in going back to my room? We can talk a little more
there or whatever." It was funny to see how shy this man could be,
especially after so confidently coming up to me.

"Yeah, sounds good," I said and smiled. Brian smiled back. Soon we were
making our way to the door.

The night air felt good and I felt excited walking down the quiet street
with this man who had been a stranger twenty minuted earlier. There was a
lull in our conversation as we walked and I found myself looking over at
him, staring at him and his body.

"What?" he prompted.

"Your arms. You got amazing arms."

He grinned and lifted up his left arm and flexed his bicep, which popped
into a thick round ball of muscle. "I don't get the chance to get to the
gym much, but I keep a couple of sets of dumbbells in my office, get a pump
or two in when I can."

"It really pays off," I said in admiration. I have a more balanced build,
but at that moment his arms were a big turn on.

Casually he put his arm around my shoulder and playfully patted the side of
my head. "God you're cute," he said matter-of-factly, looking over at me. I
returned his gaze and felt the strength of his grip as he pulled my head
toward his. We met in a kiss, soft, sensual and just what I wanted right
then. Brian the Suburban Daddy knew how to kiss, all right.

"Nice," we said simultaneously as we broke, and laughed.

We walked down the street and Brian placed his arm on my shoulder,
possessively. I was a little apprehensive that Jeremy and Sean might pass
by, but fuck it, I thought. This feels right.

Brian did pretty well for himself, I knew, judging by the B&B he was
staying at. But I wasn't there to admire the decor. The minute we closed
the door to his room, his hands were wrapped around me and we were making
out. His hands were now traveling down my back, reaching down to cup my
ass, knead it and explore my butt muscle in his grip. It was an
unmistakeable signal that Brian was interested in topping, and I sent my
own signal back, bucking my bubble butt back into his grip.

The man pulled back, with a leer of a grin, and promptly unbuttoned my
shorts, thrusting them down and practically ripping down my briefs too. Now
impetuous, he locked his mouth on mine and thrust his tongue inside. As we
battled in a kiss, his strong hands roughly manhandled my ass, poking the
fingers into my smooth cleft and prodding impatiently around for my hole.

I moaned as one dry finger breached me than another. I hadn't expected this
respectable suburban daddy to be so take-charge in bed, but it was a real
fucking turnon. Like when he used his strong arm strength to turn me around
and push me on the bed.

I landed with a soft thud and a second later felt his soft wet tongue
lapping at my hole. "Holy fucking Christ, you're tight, son," he muttered
before burying his face back into my ass and sending me to a new plateau of
excitement. I'd been rimmed but not like this.

Another five, even ten minutes went by as Brian ate me out, and I was
feeling dazed and a little immobilized as he crawled up on top of me. He'd
taken off his shirt and shorts and I felt the heaviness of his nude, hairy
body pressed down on me as his lips kissed along the back and side of my
neck. His fat cock was wet too, real wet, cause he must have lubed it up,
it was more than just his pre cum making my crack and hole sticky.

If the rim job felt great, it was nothing compared to the teasing he gave
my pucker with his cockhead, gently prodding it, tempting me with the
fullness that was asking to enter me. Until finally he did. Pushed in, not
in a shove, but with an insistent, knowing penetration. Brian knew I was
ready and started fucking me. It wasn't always like this with guys, usually
there was a lot more trial and error as we found our fuck rhythm. But Brian
was pushing my buttons, figuratively and literally. He started thrusting
hard, and I was amazed at the power in his motions. I kind of wished I'd
seen his erection before, I had a feeling he was either smaller than he
felt inside of me at that moment or much bigger. Either way I was starting
to climb the way to my anal orgasm.

Especially when Brian started in a low, deep mantra. "You like that, huh?
Like it when Daddy fucks you? You gonna get off with Daddy's cock pounding
your hole, boy? That what you want? Want Daddy to fuck you off?" Hearing
that from this mild-mannered doctor just about made me lose it. I was
starting to come.

"Aw yeah, that's it, shoot your load, son. Shoot it for Daddy. I'm gonna
cum in ya when you do, son. Daddy's gonna be right there with you."

That's when I realized that Brian wasn't wearing a condom and the very idea
he was about to orgasm inside me made me shoot. A heavy ejaculation onto
his bedsheets while he grunted heavily and had his come, too.

It was my first simultaneous O with a guy, ever, and I know I was all
smiles when we uncoupled. Brian rolled off me and we met mouth to mouth and
pressed our bodies face to face. It felt comforting and right. Brian seemed
to want to explore my body with his hands, and I took the time to examine
his still-firm cock, dripping in the aftershocks. The man was definitely
more hung than I realized and I was glad I hadn't seen him before we'd
fucked. Now that I knew his size, I was feeling a little proud I'd taken
him so well.

"I've never done that before," I said quietly, not wanting to break the
spell.

"You weren't cherry were you?" Brian asked, a little surprised and maybe
apprehensive.

"No not that," I replied. "I mean, being called son while having sex."

Brian rubbed my back while I reached out and felt his magnificent
arms. "Hope you didn't mind. I figured it's why a lot of guys come here
this week."

"Yeah," I said. "Guess so."

"Not you?"

"It was an accident really, coming to Daddy Week," I said truthfully, "but
I'm glad I came here. I hope you don't think this will sound sappy... but
that was the best fuck I've ever had. Hands down."

Brian grinned and soft-punched my chin playfully. "You deserve all the
toe-curling sex you can get, Hot Stuff. Anyway, the pleasure was mine."

We talked a little more and drifted to sleep. I was nervous that Brian
would want to kick me out after sex, but we snuggled up to one another
until he turned out the lights and gave me a peck of a kiss. "Sleep well."

**

The next morning I woke up to Brian opening the room door and coming in
with two cups of coffee. "Wasn't sure if you're a coffee drinker," he said.

"Just what I need," I said groggily, wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"What time is it?"

"8:30. Sorry, Hot Stuff, us older guys aren't very good at sleeping in."

I laughed and kicked off the sheets. I got a kick out of seeing Brian's
eyes sweep across my nude body appreciatively. "Mind if I take a shower?" I
asked, having a couple of sips of coffee.

"Be my guest."

When I got out Brian asked if I wanted to go out for breakfast, maybe hang
out for the day. "I gotta leave back to Chicago tomorrow," he said a little
wistful.

"Yeah sure, I'd love to hang out more," I replied. "I should go back and
get a change of clothes first." I wondered what I would tell Sean and
Jeremy back at the rental house, but I'd cross that bridge when I came to
it.

"Um... if you want. I have a set of my son's clothes for you. I, um, laid
them out there on the table. You guys are about the same size."

Sure enough, on the table was a stack of shorts, T-shirt, boxer, and
ballcap. I looked back over at Brian, who watched me nervously for my
reaction. I had no idea if those were his real son's clothes or if this was
a roleplay thing for him. Either way, the thought excited me in a perverse
way.

I walked over and dropped my towel and could hear Brian's gulp as I picked
up the boxers and stepped into them. They slipped on, a little snug, but
they fit. Already my dick started to chub out as I felt the intensity of
the situation. I put on the shorts, along with the preppy belt. And a Cubs
blue T-shirt that stretched a little tight on my muscular body and barely
came down to the waistline of the shorts. I picked up the ballcap,
adjusting the back strap for my head size, and put it on and beneath it, a
pair of flip flops, well worn. These amazingly were a perfect fit. I took a
look in the mirror and got a little shiver. I looked like me, but like
someone else, too. I'd never done any role play before and had to bone up
at the novel perversity of it.

But my erotic reaction was nothing compared to Brian's. When I turned
around to see his reaction, I could see his face flushed red with desire
and a lusty look in his eye. Between his legs, his cock stood hard in his
khaki shorts. I mean bone hard. And given his size, it formed an obscene
tent as he looked me over.

"You look great, son," he said. "Come here."

Slowly, I walked over, savoring his stare with each step. I about jumped
when his hands reached out and touched me. I imagined him touching his son
like this, running his fingers along the boy's T-shirt and down the abs,
and underneath the hem of the shirt to touch the bare stomach.

"Oh Dad," I ventured, seeing if this would push Brian's buttons.

It did. With a lunge he stood up and sealed his mouth to mine. Like the
night before, he was impetuous, horny, commanding, pure male.

We swapped tongues and I relished the tight grip of his powerful arms,
crushing me against his chest, before he let loose and reached down to
unbutton his shorts. Within a few seconds, his strong grip was pulling on
the back of my neck, guiding me down. "Son, suck daddy. Pretty please."

I submitted to his plea and knelt down. His shorts were around his ankles
and his massive hardon stood up quivering between his hairy legs, a full
nutsac drawn up to the stalk. I licked the tip, salty with the sap, and
opened my mouth around his cock.

Impatiently, Brian pushed in. This wasn't going to be a suck job. Brian was
going to make it a face fuck. His hands latched on the back of my head and
while he didn't exactly shove me down on his big cock, he did take firm
control of the pace, slow at first, then gradually faster and deeper. I
could feel the power in his arms, as he pounded my head toward his crotch
in a heated rhythm. I did the best I could to open up and accept his prick
into my throat. Tears ran down my ears, and saliva drooled out of the
corners of my mouth, but I fed of Brian's intense need and felt alive and
sexual. Particularly when he started more of his nasty fuck talk.

"God, yeah, my cocksucking son.... Suck it... Suck me, Jimmy. Take daddy's
big cock... That dick made you, son, so you owe it some respect.... Not too
old to show your dad you love him, huh? That's it, right down your tight
motherfucking throat...God you're gonna make me cum son. Gonna cum right in
your hot mouth, Jimmy. Oh Jim. Oh FUCK!"

With that Brian's strong arms pushed me all the way down on his bone and
spurted his seed deep into me. This suburban dad's loads were heavy, and
the taste briny.

When he finally finished shooting and I pulled back, catching my breath and
swallowing the remnants of his seed, I stood up, crazy horny from being
used like that.

Brian seemed embarrassed to have used his son's name while he came, and I
could see the mixed emotions on his face. But I didn't have time to process
those, I was too eager to cum myself. I pulled down my own shorts and
turned around, grabbing my cock expectantly as I bent over.

"Rim me, Dad," I urged desperately. "Put your tongue in my ass and eat me
out."

Brian growled and crouched down behind me. I felt his strong hands part my
ass and he dove right in. Compared to the last night, this felt even
better. Alcohol was no longer clouding my senses and I could feel every
tongue swipe and every drilling motion of his oral muscle. I jerked
furiously and felt my own load come shooting out as this dad growled into
my hole.

We got cleaned up, and I wasn't sure I was supposed to keep his son's
clothes on, but I took a chance and pulled the shorts back up and
rearranged the ball cap on my head. "Dad," I offered. "If you like, I'll be
your Jimmy for the rest of the day."

The look of happiness on Brian's face was undeniable. He pulled my ball cap
off and ruffled my head before pulling the cap back on. "You really look a
hell of a lot like him," he said softly before leaning into a kiss. "OK,
lets go get some food. I think my boy earned a big breakfast."

"Yes, sir," I said. It felt incredible walking through town, hand in hand,
like all the other intergenerational couples we passed.

Amazingly, it was just the start of a week of adventures at my first Daddy
Week.