Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2001 18:45:13 -0500
From: The CandyMan <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy 01

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DADDY DADDY PART 1 - FATHER MEETS SON

	I was on vacation.  However I had the feeling that it would not be
very restful.  I had agreed to meet an old friend, the mother of my son to
be more specific.  In middle school, she had been my best friend.  Our
freshman year we went through a dating phase.  She was in love with me.  I
was in denial.  One Saturday night we had gone to a party.  It was supposed
to be this small group of us from our drama club meeting but it turned into
this big party at a friend's house with no adult supervision.  Naturally we
were drinking and smoking.  One thing led to another and the next thing you
know, Cheryl and I have snuck off to one of the bedrooms and are fucking
our brains out.
	I felt awful about it.  I knew that Cheryl was not who I wanted.
However, before I made it home, my fantasy would become reality.  I was
drinking vodka straight on the rocks when Marcus came over to me.  He was a
really cute guy.  He was fifteen - one year older than I was.  "Hey, bud,"
he said.  "Shouldn't drink alone.  It's depressing."
	"Hey, Mark," I said looking up.  He had dark brown hair and the
darkest black eyes I'd ever seen.  He also had that fuck me smile that
seemed to never stop.  "Just got some things on my mind."
	"Where's Cheryl," he asked sitting down next to me.  We were
sitting on the lawn behind the shed in the backyard.
	"Not sure.  Last I saw her she and Krissy had taken off," I said.
"I think she might have gone home."
	"Rumor has it you and she disappeared for a little while," he said.
"Apparently into a well secluded bedroom..."
	"Damn," I muttered.  "Everyone knows?"
	"Hell with the noise she was making how could everyone not know?"
I downed the remainder of the drink and immediately wished I hadn't.  I
started coughing.  "Hey, you're acting awfully funny for a guy who got a
piece."
	"You wouldn't understand," I muttered.  I crossed my arms over my
knees and put my head down.  Everything was spinning.
	"I wouldn't jump to conclusions if I were you," he said taking my
glass from me.  He sniffed it and made a face.  "Straight up?  You looking
to get drunk and then go home, bud?  You're funeral.  Your folks will
flip."
	"I guess they would," I said.  "I feel awful."
	"Drinking that shit, who wouldn't," Marcus asked me.
	"No, not from the liquor.  From what happened with Cheryl."
	"Why?  Was she a bad lay?"
	"It's not that," I said trying to find the right words without
letting on who it was I had been thinking about.  "It shouldn't have been
Cheryl.  I like her but it shouldn't have happened."
	"Who should it have been," he asked.
	"Just someone else," I said feeling a little light headed.
	"Like who?"
	I looked up and into his face.  I could feel the alcohol hitting
me.  It was the first time I had tried drinking.  It had been my third
glass of vodka in fifteen minutes.  "I can't tell you."  Somehow I could
get that out but it didn't sound right to my ears.
	"You're drunk," he said.  "Now tell me.  Who is it that you really
want at this party?"
	"Can't tell you," I muttered putting my head down on my arms again.
"You wouldn't understand."
	"Try me.  I'm your best friend.  Who is she," he asked again
putting his arm across my shoulder.
	"Not a she," I said before I realized what I said.
	"I wondered about that," he said after a few moments of silence.
My head came up and I found myself staring into his eyes.  He was closer to
me than I had thought he was.  "So, who is he?"
	Did he know?  I wasn't sure.  I just looked at him for a moment.
Without thinking I kind of leaned a little.  I was thinking that if I
whispered it then no one else would hear.  As I opened my mouth I realized
I couldn't say anything.  Marcus was kissing me.
	At first I was too surprised and confused to respond.  Then my
teenage brain kicked in and I found myself kissing him back.  His tongue
explored my mouth and he tasted wonderfully.  I almost melted into him.  He
pulled back.  "I guess that kind of answered my question," he said.
	"I guess it did," I said.  I leaned into Marcus again only this
time I was aware of what was happening.  This felt more natural to me.
Marcus pushed me back to the ground without breaking the kiss.  Our hands
were everywhere.  We felt each other up through our jeans as we kissed.
	I felt more excited by this than when I was with Cheryl.  It was
scary to think that I was with Marcus like this.  I could feel his body
moving in my hands as he lay on top of me.  He was fondling my crotch as if
not sure what to do, which when I look at it now (years later), he probably
didn't that first night.  Not that it mattered.  We kept kissing.  Marcus
attacked my neck - biting and sucking.  I said something about being
careful of hickeys.  I may have been drunk but I knew I didn't want to
explain to Cheryl about any marks on my body.  I did the same to him.  He
tasted so much different from Cheryl.  His breath, his mouth, his skin.  I
grabbed his ass several times and pulled him closer to me.  Eventually we
ended up on our sides with our legs tightly intertwined.  (I would later
learn that I had just had my first experience at frottage.)  After ten
minutes of heavy petting and kissing and nibbling, we both came in our
jeans.
	"That," Marcus said panting, "was great."
	I laid there on the ground next to him.  Breathing hard.  "Yeah," I
muttered.  "I didn't know you were.."
	"I'll try anything once," he quickly and defensively said before I
could get the word 'gay' out.  He chuckled a little.  "If it's good, I'll
do it again though."
	I felt better about it.  The thought had crossed my mind that he
would hate me.
	"Look at you two," a voice said from behind our heads.  I looked
back to see Luke, Marcus' older brother standing there.  "What were you
doing?  Wrestling around?"
	My eyes got big and I couldn't think of what to say.  I figured we
were caught red handed so to speak.  My mind was traveling at the speed of
mud.
	"Yeah, we were," Marcus popped off.  "Shithead here has been
drinking.  Help get him up and take him to the house."
	"Well, he sure can't go to his place," Luke said coming over.  He
extended his hand to me.  "You are supposed to be staying at our place
tonight anyway.  Better get you there before our folks come home."
	The original plan was that I was staying at Marcus' house.  His
folks had gone to a company dinner and were not expected home until late.
	I decided to go with what Marcus was saying.  "I sure as hell can't
fight both of you," I muttered.

	It was about two months later that Cheryl called me.  She was
telling me that her family was moving.  At first she said it was because
her father was being transferred in the company.  But I could tell there
was more.  I pressed her.  That's when I found out she was pregnant.  She
told me not to worry about it that her father would take care of
everything.  She had not told them who the father was.  She had told them
it was just some boy at the party.  My last words to her before she
abruptly hung up, was that if she ever needed anything to call me.  I would
find a way to help her in anyway possible.
	It would be seventeen years before I would get the call asking for
help.


	I had already checked into the hotel and was looking out the patio
doors when I saw him.  This real cute, but also kind of young, blonde guy
at the pool.  He was wearing a very tight bathing suit that left nothing to
the imagination.  I knew then I wanted him and would have him.  I changed
into my suit and went down to the pool.
	By the time I got there, he was the only one left.  What few other
people were there this early in the afternoon had left.  I dropped my towel
on a chair just a few chairs down from his things.  He was on the diving
board and had been watching me.  When he realized that I was now watching
him he self- consciously made a dive into the pool.  But not before I could
get a good mental picture of him.  He was about my height, had blonde hair
lighter than mine own, and blue eyes.  His frame was somewhat muscular but
not overly developed.  He looked like he would be a good athlete in either
swimming or track and field.  I had made sure to catch a glimpse of his
crotch and ass before he hit the water.
	I waited until he had reached the far end of the pool and was
turned around when I dove in.  I swam about midway and to the side of the
pool where our towels were.  The water felt good as I swam to the sideline.
Once I was there I noticed that the guy had gone to sit at his chair.
	"How ya doing," I asked resting on the side of the pool.
	He looked at me for a moment and squinted his eyes.  "Doing good.
Yourself?"
	"Better now," I replied smiling at him.  "Water feels great."
	"Yeah it's nice," he said nonchalantly.
	"So, what are you here for," I asked.  He kept darting his eyes
towards the main lobby and the gate to the pool.  I could tell he was
afraid of being caught.  I could also tell that he was into it and that he
wanted the same thing I did.
	"Vacation with my mother.  She's part of a group meeting that has
an expo or something going on not far from here," he replied. He sat down
in the lounge chair with his legs spread invitingly over each side.  I
looked at his crotch again and noticed a little movement.
	"I'm here on some personal business myself.  I took the whole week
off from work for a vacation, you know - to unwind and relax."
	"So," he said nervously, "what do you like to do to unwind and
relax?"
	Gotcha, I thought.  "I could show you," I offered.
	He sat there a moment and looked like he wasn't sure.  "Your room.
I have no idea when my mother will be back," he said gathering his things.
"We've been sharing a room to save on expenses."
	Before we knew it I was shutting the door to my room.  As I locked
the door I felt him run his hand across my shoulders.  I turned around and
pulled him to me.  "You're beautiful," I said.  I leaned in and kissed his
lips lightly.  He seemed unsure of what to do.  He had to be a virgin.
Which also meant that he was probably younger than I thought he was.
	He pulled away from me a little and looked into my eyes.  "I've
never done this before," he whispered.
	"Kiss a guy or been with a guy," I asked.  He felt good in my
hands.  I was rubbing them up and down his back.
	"Um.yeah," he whispered again.  He looked at me like he was trying
to make a decision.  I rubbed my right hand down to his ass.  He gasped a
little.  "Awww, fuck."
	Next thing I knew he was kissing me.  I opened my mouth more and
felt his tongue slide in.  I held him so close to me I could feel his
heartbeat.  He had both hands on my chest and started rubbing both my
nipples.  This was a major turn on for me.  I pulled away from him and
grabbed him by the back of the head.  "Suck on my tits, boy," I growled,
forcing him down to my left nipple first.  He licked my chest and then
locked onto my nipple.  He ran his tongue around it and sucked.  "Chew on
it!"  He lightly nibbled at first and as I moaned, he started using more
and more teeth.  I looked down and watched as he moved over to my right
nipple.
	I leaned down and stuck my tongue in his ear.  He almost went limp
in my arms.  I pulled him up to me and forced my tongue into his mouth.
For a beginner, he was a talented kisser.  Full soft lips, light stubble
rubbing my lips and the sweetest tasting mouth I had ever had.  I kissed
and licked his neck as I started peeling his suit off of him.  I then made
my way down his chest.  He had nice pecs and the type of nipples I loved.
They stuck out like little erasers off a pencil.  I started out licking
them and then began lightly chewing.  He moaned and arched his back as I
chewed.  "Oh, maaaaaaaaan.I've never dreamed..  Oh, that's it, Dad," he
sighed as I tortured his young tits.
	I slowly moved down a little.  When I reached his belly button I
paused.  Did he just call me 'Dad'?  I didn't think I looked old enough.  I
planned on taking that out of his virgin ass.  By now I had his swimming
trunks off of him and was rubbing my hands up his thighs.  His cock was
almost 7 inches and not entirely hard yet.  He was cut and almost as thick
as I was.  His bush was as golden blonde as the hair on his head.  I
grabbed him by the ass, one cheek in each hand and guided him forward so
that I could lick his cock.  It throbbed as my tongue went from the base to
the tip. He groaned as I moved down again.  I wanted him to remember this
for the rest of his life.  I slowly came back up and then sucked the head
of his cock into my mouth.  I could taste some precum - it was like sucking
on a honey straw.  Only way thicker and much tastier.
	I slowly went down on him. He was moaning and groaning so sweetly.
His cock was wonderful and seemed custom fit for my throat.  I was
thoroughly enjoying this.  But as with all good things, it was soon to come
to an end.  I felt him tense and then heard him start to growl low in his
chest.  His growling got louder until finally he moaned real sexy as each
spurt hit the back of my throat.  Talk about the nectar of the gods.he
tasted wonderful.  When he finally subsided I released him from my mouth.
I stood up and kissed him.  I forced my tongue into his mouth as I put my
hands around his waist.  He melted into me and moaned a little as he tasted
himself on my lips.
	I picked him up and carried him the few feet to the bed and laid
him down.  I stripped off my suit and climbed on top of him.  He looked
into my eyes and smiled.  "That was great," he said.  "Are you like this
with all of the boys?"
	"Nosy little fucker, aren't you," I asked back.  "But, no.  Only
the gorgeous ones."  I studied his face for a moment.  There was something
about him that seemed familiar but I couldn't place it.  I decided it was
probably nothing and licked the tip of his nose.
	"That tickles," he giggled.  Yeah - giggled.  "I think I owe you a
favor."
	I leaned down and kissed him again.  I just couldn't get enough of
him.  "How do you intend to repay that favor?"
	Before I knew what happened he had flipped me over and was on top
of me with my hands held above my head.  "Weeeell, I can tell by the look
on your face you like being dominated," he said smiling.  He kissed me
quickly on the lips and started moving lower.  He let go of my wrists and
started another assault on my tits.  "You like having those tits played
with, huh?"  He started chewing on my left nipple and twisting my right
one.  Then he would switch.  This double tit play was making me hotter by
the minute.  He then started working his way down my chest to my stomach
and then finally to my crotch.
	I looked down and watched him.  He gently took my dick in his right
hand and looked at it.  I figured it was the first cock (other than his
own) that he had ever touched.  He gently and slowly jacked my dick and
watched as a small bead of precum came out of the slit.  I knew I was horny
and hot for him but I hadn't realized how far.  Typically I never had
precum.  I lifted my head to watch him as he lowered his mouth down to my
crotch.  I could feel his breath on my cock.  Slowly he licked the head and
then went down on me.  He was gentle and it felt like smooth satin.  He was
being very careful not to use his teeth.
	As he got used to having his mouth filled with my thick dick he
started bobbing up and down faster.  I'm not extremely large, just better
than average at 7 inches long.  But I am almost that in circumference.  He
still hadn't taken more than half of it but he was making me feel like I
was in heaven.  Then he started jacking me as he blew me.  I lost it and
with a guttural moan I began shooting.  He choked a little but then tried
to swallow it all.  After I came down from my euphoria I looked down at
him.  He was smiling at me with streaks of cum on each side of his face.  I
pulled him up to me and kissed him, licking my cum off of him.
	Before I could say anything else the phone rang.  "Hold on," I said
kissing him quick on the lips.  "Hello?"
	"Kane," the voice said.  I recognized the voice immediately.
	"Cheryl," I said.  "We still on for tonight?"  I looked at the boy
with me and realized I didn't even know his name.  He looked at me
quizzically.  "Long story - just a friend," I mouthed to him.
	"That's why I called.  I wanted to confirm our dinner date.  See
you at the restaurant in half an hour," she asked.  "If I know you and I
do, you will be late.  You haven't changed in seventeen years."
	"I will see you in 30.  Promise," I said.  The boy got up off the
bed and started dressing.  "Where are you going," I asked him covering the
phone.
	"Gotta go.  My mother will be looking for me.  I'll see you later,"
he said whipping on his shirt and was out the door before I could stop him.
	"Did I interrupt something," Cheryl asked.
	"Nothing.  Just a ...um, friend leaving.  Let me shower and change
and I will see you shortly," I said.
	"Thirty minutes," she said.  "Don't be late.  I really need to talk
to you."
	"Ok.  Bye."  She hung up.
	Part of me wondered about my little romp and wanted to know more
about this young man I had just initiated into the world of man to man sex.
But I decided to put that to rest and proceeded to shower and change.  I
then left for the restaurant, which was only a few blocks away.
	The hostess was already waiting on me when I got there.  She took
me to Cheryl's table.  She looked exactly as I remembered her in high
school.
	"Look at you," I said.  "You're still gorgeous as ever."
	"My god," she said hugging me.  "You've gotten better looking.
Though I have to admit, fourteen is an awkward age for most boys."
	I had almost forgotten it had been that long and why I hadn't see
her in all these years.  "Cheryl, is there something wrong with
your.our..um..?"
	"Son," she asked.  "No.  You'd be proud of him.  He reminds me a
lot of you."
	"Really," I asked.  Cheryl and I had been good friends.  And as
with most kids we teased and played games.  Only we took the games too far.
Once her parents realized that she was pregnant they moved away.  It was
hard at first keeping in touch.  Then for a while near graduation we wrote
each other almost weekly.  Then she finally got married and that slowed
down to where we just barely knew where the other was.
	"That's why I wanted to see you.  And talk to you," she said.
"Brad and I got divorced earlier this year."
	"What?"  I was stunned.  They had been high school sweethearts and
he had treated our son as if he was really Brad's.  He had been more of a
father than I could have been.  "Why?"
	"Another woman.  But I knew and had known," she said.  "Right now,
though, my career is taking off.  We're opening a new division in London.
Kyle wants to stay here in the states.  Brad's new girlfriend won't let him
stay there naturally and Brad really doesn't have a right to him."
	I already saw where this was headed.  And it scared me.  "Cheryl, I
can't," I said.  "Look, I'm 31, a bachelor and..I don't know anything about
raising kids."
	"Kane, he's 17.  He's almost ready for college.  He wants to go to
Atlanta Tech actually," she said.  "That's a few blocks from your condo.
You've told me."
	I decided to be honest with her.  It was my last hold out.
"Cheryl, he can't move in with me," I said.  "I'm gay."
	Cheryl sighed.  "Yeah, I know."  She looked me dead in the eyes.
"So is Kyle.  That's why you're perfect.  Look, you owe him that much.
You're his father."
	I sat there stunned.  "So is..what?"
	Cheryl took a sip of her wine.  I noticed that I had gotten a
little loud as people around us had turned to see what was going on.  "Did
you say..that.my son is..gay?"
	She actually laughed at me.  "Of all people, I never expected you
to have a problem grasping this.  He came out to me at fifteen.  Sound
familiar?  Yes, I knew back then."  I had started to ask how when she
continued, "Remember JD?  He told me.  Of course, I freaked at first when I
found out about you.  Then when Kyle told me I was kind of stunned.  But
then I figured it had to be biological so therefore it was your fault."
	"My fault," I asked.  "How do you figure that?"
	"Like father, like son.  Speaking of whom," she said looking behind
me.  "Here he is."
	Taking a drink to steady myself, I turned around to see my son for
the first time and about had a heart attack.  I started choking on my wine.
It was the guy from my afternoon 'session'.