Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 11:17:29 -0700 (PDT) From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com> Subject: Finding Daddy They still treated him like a child. His father and mother had one room. This sisters and he had another. He wanted his own room. That argument got loud and long. His father told him use the room or get out. Marc slammed the door and walked the hallway. It was after midnight. This was supposed to be a family vacation, but he and his parents argued the entire time. They didn't like his attitude, they didn't like his impatience, and they didn't even like his Speedo he wore. "They're from the school team" he said "Everyone will think you're showing off" his mother said. "Go change, don't argue" his father as usual bellowed. They were white and when wet they did show his skin color. He knew that having watched himself in the mirror as he masturbated. So he knew what they were saying, but he was pissed off and went to the room without returning. Now it was dark outside. It was chilly. Marc went to the pool and climbed over the fence stripping to his underwear and sliding into the water. Swimming relaxed him; it took him away from his screaming mother, his disapproving father and demanding sisters. It was the only time he felt alone, self reliant, comfortable and good about himself. The water slid over him, comforting him, his muscles stretching in a rhythm that massaged and relaxed him. "Hey" he heard the voice through the water. Looking upwards he saw the white shirt and tie wearing man. Marc rose to the surface. "You can't swim after 10pm kid" the man said. "Nobody's here, I'm quiet" Marc said. "Sorry kid, it's an insurance thing." The man reached and Marc accepted his hand to bring him out of the water. "You can't swim in your underwear either" the man said "too sexy" he laughed. "Sorry" Marc reached for his clothes. "You have a towel?" another voice spoke and Marc saw a man standing on the other side of the fence. He held out a towel. "Uh thanks" Marc took the folded towel and began to dry himself. The Motel Clerk had left them alone. "You look good wet" the man said Marc looked up. The man was balding, pleasant, dressed in a blue shirt which was open. The area lights were light enough to show he had a hairy chest. He wore loose fitting shorts, looking like boxer shorts, and he was barefoot. "I uh heard from over there" the man pointed to an open door in one of the ground floor rooms facing the pool. "Thought you could use some help" "Uh thank you Sir, sorry if I disturbed you" Marc didn't know what to do about his wet underwear. "Take those off, they won't dry that way" the man instructed. Marc began to do what the man said and then realized he would be naked. "Wrap the towel around you" the man said as he came over the fence. Marc did as the man suggested and peeled his underwear down. The man had lifted his clothes. "Come on you can shower and dry off in the room" the man led him over the fence. Marc's towel dropped off as he climbed the fence. "Don't worry nobody's watching except me" the man laughed. Marc quickly grabbed his towel. "So you staying here?" the man asked as they walked towards his room. "Yea, argument with the folks" Marc said "thanks you for your help Sir" "No problem, you can hang out with me unless you want to go back." The man closed the door. "No way" "Ok, I understand strange man, you sexy boy, I understand" "No no I meant I can't go back. He told me to get out" Marc said "Ohhh sorry, want to tell me what it was all about?" "They treat me like I'm a kid. I'm not. Hell I'm 18" Marc said "and do I look like a kid?" He flashed the towel open. "No not at all, very impressive." The man's eyes widened seeing Marc's revealed naked body. "I saw you at the pool this morning, those white swim trunks were nice" the man said as he sat on the bed, glad that Marc didn't recover the towel, instead he let it hang from one hand. "Yea I got into trouble for that too" Marc said "they said the wet thing showed me off" "Well it kind of did" The man said "nice" Marc blushed "thank you" The man stepped closer and Marc took a step back. "It's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you" the man said as he lowered his head, his hands moved to Marc's bare hips. The kiss was a surprise. Yet Marc didn't move. It was warm, wet and the hands on his bare hips were gentle. The man kissed him and Marc kissed back without thinking. His arms moved under the man's surrounding the hairy torso. He felt his cock rise and brush against the man's body. They tightened their grip around each other as their tongues slid over each other. Marc felt his lungs expand and heard the man breathing loudly at the same time. He was kissing a man but more importantly a man was kissing him, wanting him and loving him. They were on the bed. Marc didn't know how or when they moved there. The man was moving his hands over Marc's body. It wasn't the same as when Marc felt himself prior to his self induced orgasms. This was more exciting, loving and stimulating. "Oh god" he muttered as the man kissed his neck then his chest. The man's teeth pulled his nipples, the same ones Marc had privately put in clothespins to enhance his masturbation. The man's finger slid into him as well, again similar to Marc's fingers when he jacked off..But this was more exciting. He touched the hairy chest, kissed it, sucked on the man's nipple. As he moved his lips and tongue lower, the man pushed his shorts down revealing his hairy belly, pubic area and his man-sized cock. Marc touched it, sighing. He kissed it and then licked it. Fantasies were becoming real as he put his lips around the mushroom shaped flesh and moved it deeper into his throat. "Go slow son" the man said in a quiet voice "take your time" Marc did all the things he had tried to do to himself. And the things he had fantasized about doing to some of his swim team mates. The cock rubbed his gagging throat, it moved over his face, it slid down his bare chest and belly and against his own leaking penis. "Turn over son" the man said "it's time" Marc did s the man said turning in the man's encompassing arms and felt the large cock nestle between his buttocks. "I've never..." Marc said pushing his hips backwards. "Ok we'll go slow, just do what I tell you son" the man said. It hurt like hell at first. Marc knew it would. He had read bout it on the computer. But he also knew once his muscles were stretched it would feel good. He longed for that and eventually found it was true. The cock slid in and out of him. Each stroke created a new sensation his body reacting to the new experience. "Try it on top" the man suggested pulling his cock out. Marc straddled the man below now, his fingers exploring the hairy chest. "OK son just sit back slowly" the man said Marc again did as instructed and felt the cock moving back up inside him...this time more easily entering the stretched flesh. "Oh god daddy" Marc heard himself say and felt embarrassed. "Its ok son, daddy loves you" the man said as his hand encircled Marc's hard cock. "Show daddy what a man you are" he said as his hand began to stroke Marc. It was true, the man reminded Marc of his own father. He wished his father would talk to him like another man not a boy. He wished the man wouldn't bark and yell at him but talk to him, put his arm over his shoulder, spend time with him. Marc felt his body begin to gyrate sliding his cock in and out of the man/s hand. His hips rocked on the impaling penis fucking himself on it. It was like being in a trance now, seeking more and more pleasure. He wanted the cock inside him to stay there forever, fuck him forever, teach him, love him, and induce more and more pleasure. His fingers found the man's nipples among his chest hair. He played, toyed and pulled them. The man groaned. "Yes son do that more, do it harder, it makes Daddy hot" Marc was pleasing the man, something he had longed to do. He did as his bed daddy told him and the man lift his own hips to jam his cock higher and harder into Marc's body. Marc's back ached as it did after he swam too many laps or too hard a race. His cock felt raw in the tight grip of the man's large hands. The cock inside of him felt fatter and longer with each stroke. He threw his head backwards and felt the man's other hand sliding in his body sweat all over his smooth belly and chest, pinching his nipples until it hurt. But the fingers didn't stop then, they pulled and twisted. The pain surprised Marc as it became wanted pain and more pleasure encouraging his hips to buck wilder. When the orgasm happened it hurt too, like too much fluid rushing to get out and stretching the fleshy tubes it traveled in. Marc heard the man laugh. He looked down in time to see the man's face stretch, change shape and wince. He knew the man was cumming up the cock that was inside him, its sperm spilling out into his intestines. He was gasping for breath now. The man too was catching his breath. Marc still felt the cock inside him. "You ok son?" the man asked Marc looked to see his sperm had coated the man's hairy chest. He didn't know if that was ok or not. "Sorry Sir, I got my stuff all over you" he said. "It's ok, mine is inside you" the man said. Then for a reason not thought about or planned, Marc bent forward and licked the sperm from the man's chest hair, nipples, and chin. He bent forward carefully clenching his butt to keep the thickness inside him. It felt like it belonged there. The man's hands moved over his bare neck and back down to his buttocks. He kissed Marc's head and face. "You want to stay with me tonight?" The man asked. "Yes Daddy" Marc said. Marc was swimming when his parents appeared at the pool the next morning. "Where did you get those shorts?" his mother asked. Marc was wearing baggy shorts the man had given him. "From the clerk" he lied "you said you didn't like the Speedos" he explained not acting angry or belligerent. "Good" his father said "glad you listened for a change. We're going to breakfast, get dressed and join us." His mother had moved towards the café with his sisters. His father stayed. "I'm not sure where you spent the night, but that's your business." His father wasn't being angry now. "And if you want to stay here when we go to the tour that's ok too" Marc smiled. "Thank you Sir, I would like to just swim and hang out here if that's ok." His father nodded. "You're grown up now, you can make your own decisions." The man nodded. Marc adjusted the man's boxer shorts that barely stayed on him before swimming two more laps. He rose from the pool as the man appeared with a towel. "So what are your plans today?" the man asked. "I uh gotta do breakfast with them" Marc said "but I told them I was hanging around here today" The man nodded. "If you are" Marc added. The man smiled "Sure son we can enjoy each other more and I take off tomorrow" he said "if you want we can spend the day and night together". Marc was standing now, the water dripping off his body, the boxer shorts sliding down his hips, revealing what the man already knew about him. He wanted the man to put his hands on his bare hipbones, to kiss him deep, to wrap his big hairy thick arms around him. He realized what he needed and wanted and had finally found. Without embarrassment and happy to reveal his deepest darkest secret, Marc answered. "Yes Daddy"