Date: 28 Mar 2001 17:02:34 -0800
From: CandyMan <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy 4

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Daddy Daddy Part 4 - Moving Day

"It was wild, Steve," I said.  "I woke up the next morning with him
still holding me."

"Man."  Steve was my best friend from school.  Unfortunately he was
straight as well.  I had come out to him right before my trip to meet
Dad.  He had accepted it with no problem.  "You did it with your real
dad?  You let him stick his. . .up your. . . ?"

"Yeah," I said smiling.  "It was wild."

We were in Steve's house.  His folks were out for an early dinner and
his brother was out with some friends.  I had a few hours before my
flight to Atlanta. I had already packed a lot of my stuff and sent it
ahead to Dad's place.  I wanted to spend what little time was left with
my best bud.  Even though he had never said anything, I had always
wondered if he had tendencies.

"Sounds it.  Does your Mom know?"

"No way!  She just thought we were getting to know each other better," I
replied.  "I guess you could say we were."

"Man," he said again.    "What was it like?  You know. . .with another
guy?"

"I was scared at first," I replied.  "Then. . .it was like, I dunno.
Real intense.  The first time he kissed me I just about melted.  And
then when I thought about it - you know - my father kissing me - I about
came in my shorts.  It's different than kissing a girl.  Girl's are soft
and 'perfumy'.  Plus I can't stand the taste of their lipstick.  He was.
. .different.  More. . .firm.  His stubble tickled like all hell."

"Ewww, I would think it would be rough," he said making a face at me.

"No.  Girls like kissing men.  He did things to me that I hadn't thought
of," I said.  "He was able to suck on both of my nuts at the same time."

"No way!  I've seen you," he said wide eyed.  "Your balls are huge!"

"How do you know how big I am," I asked pushing at his knee.  We were
sitting in the floor face to face.

"I saw you showering one day at school. It was one of those days when I
was waiting on you after school to go off with Shelly and Norma."

"Checking me out were you," I teased.  I have always liked Steve.  He
was about 5 foot 7 inches with black hair and dark brown eyes. "You are
such a queer."

"That's you," Steve said shoving at my feet.  "Cocksucker."

"I'll show you cocksucker."  I grabbed at his feet and spun him around.
This was an old game for Steve and I.  He was not good at many sports,
but his smaller size, as well as a natural speed and coordination that I
had never seen before, had made him perfect at wrestling.  I was good at
it - if I could get a decent grip on my opponent.  But I was nowhere
near as fast or as flexible as Steve.

We wrestled for a few minutes calling each other names.  Then I saw my
opportunity and took it.  I had him pinned to the ground.  "Got you," I
said holding his arms down with my knees as I sat on his chest.  "Now
say: I'm a cocksucker."

"You're a cocksucker."

"Asshole," I said tickling him.  He screamed like a girl.  "Say it."

"No."  He kept wiggling.  Then I felt him pinch my ass hard.  I jumped a
little but it was enough for him.  He dislodged me and climbed onto me.
This time I didn't put up too much of a fight and he pinned me down.
"Now who's the cocksucker, asshole?"

He was now sitting on my chest with his crotch just inches from my face.
I lifted my head and rubbed my face in his jeans.  I could feel his cock
and knew he was semi-hard at least.  "I think we established that I am
already," I replied inhaling deeply trying to catch his scent through
the denim.  I could just make out his scent.  It was faint but I could
detect his musky smell.

Steve looked surprised and backed up a little.  I dislodged him but this
time I grabbed him and rolled so that I was laying on top of him full
length.  Steve didn't fight me.  The atmosphere in the room had changed
and we both knew it.

"Look, I know we've never said things like this before," I said looking
into his eyes.  "You know you're my best friend in the entire world.
Before I leave, you have to know that I love you.  But! Now don't go
thinking that I want you.  . . .it's just that every time I've ever
needed you, you've been there for me."

"I love you too," Steve whispered.  That's when I realized he was
crying.  I started to say something when he lifted his head and kissed
me lightly on my lips.  I was in shock.  "Kyle, I am jealous that you're
leaving for what looks to be a better life.  I am jealous that you have
someone special in your life.  Me?  The person I find so special in my
life is leaving.  And I just know that I will never hear from you
again."

I pulled Steve to me and hugged him tight.  "That ain't true, man," I
said trying to console him.  I had a million things going through my
head.  "You haven't lost me.  I know this is hard but. . .you will hear
from me.  I already gave you my dad's address."

"But you and he are going to be together," he said still sobbing in my
arms.  "You'll be his."

That's when it hit me.  (Okay, I am slow at times.  Let's remember, I'm
a blond and have a tendency to live up to the reputation.)  "Bud, are
you saying what I think you are," I asked softly.

"I already told you that I love you," he said trying to take a deep
breath.  "Do you have to leave?"

"Oh God," I said hugging him tighter still.  So much for me thinking
that he was my STRAIGHT best friend.  "Steve, you know I do.  It's
either Atlanta or London.  Atlanta's much closer.  I don't know if I
love you that way. . .I'm so confused."

He pulled away from me and looked at me.  His face was red and his eyes
were swollen.  I had never expected our wrestling match to turn into
this.  He was cute and I did have a crush on him.  I wanted his pain to
stop but I had no idea how to do that.  I could only think of one way to
ease it - give him what he wanted.  At least then he would have
something to remember me by until we could see each other again.

I leaned into him and he sensed what I was going to do.  He met me half
way.  Our lips touched and I could feel him tremble.  I still had my
eyes open to watch him and saw him close his.  So I did the same to
block out any distractions.  For right now, I was his.  I belonged only
to Steve.  And he was mine.

Our lips parted slightly and I could feel him breathing out - he had
been holding his breath.  I slipped my tongue into his mouth and rubbed
it against his teeth, the roof of his mouth and everywhere.  Just as I
started to pull it back, he began sucking on my tongue.  It was wild.

I felt him put his hand behind my head to hold me closer.  I moved mine
around him and pulled him to me yet again.  I slid my hands under his
shirt and felt his back. His skin was so smooth and silky.  I loved the
feel of him.  I took his shirt off and tossed it to the side.

Steve tried to remove my shirt.  His hands were shaking so much that I
helped him.  We embraced again and kissed, feeling our chests touch and
rub.  It felt good having him in my arms.

We leaned back and almost fell to the floor again.  Only this time we
weren't fighting against each other.  I groped him.  He was hard,
Surprise, Surprise.  I began unbuttoning his jeans.

"I'm not sure we should. . ." he began softly.

"I am sure we should," I replied kissing him again.  I kissed and sucked
on his neck as I unzipped his pants.  I reached in and slid my hand
under the waistband of his underwear as I licked my way down to his
nipples.  They were flat and the nub was almost imperceptible.  I sucked
it into my mouth anyway.  He moaned and arched his back a little as I
continued to work his tit over.

I had a good grip on his dick.  He seemed to be about my length but
thinner.  As I licked and kissed my way down to his dick I pulled it
out.  It was perfectly proportioned.  His shaft was thinner than mine
with a small rounded head on top.  Steve's cock was surrounded by the
darkest and thickest bush I had ever seen.  (Considering this was the
second person I had ever had sex with that wasn't saying much.)

I bent down further and took him in my mouth.  "Ungh, Kyle," Steve
moaned.  His dick slid perfectly down my throat.  I could feel it hit
bottom.  My nose was deep in his pubes.  I inhaled his musky odor again
and could detect soap as well.

I felt him put his hand on the back of my head grabbing my hair.  He
kept running his fingers through my hair and moaning.  I began sliding
up and down slowly.  I wanted to relish this blowjob.  I wanted to burn
this memory into his brain so that when he was 90 years old he would
still remember it vividly.

I came off him and licked the underside.  I then began licking his nuts.
His jeans got in the way so I pulled them down further.  The tops of his
legs were covered in the same dark hair.  He had muscular legs for a guy
his size and I loved rubbing my hands over them as I sucked on his nuts.
They were smaller than mine and I was able to get both into my mouth
easily.  "Oh geeeeeeez," he gasped when he realized what I had done.  "I
think. . .I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

I let his balls plop out of my mouth and took him down to the hairs in
one shot.  As I lifted my head, I felt him start to shoot.  I clamped
down on the head of his dick and swallowed every drop.  His cum was
thick and coated my mouth.  It was sweet but with a salty after taste.
I waited until he had stopped shaking and spurting his boy juice into my
mouth.

I leaned up and kissed him again.  He responded without thinking and was
a little surprised when I gave him some of his own cum.  "You swallowed
me, man," he said smiling a little.

"That way you would always be a part of me," I said.  I knew it sounded
hokey but in a way it made me feel good.  I had taken a very intimate
part of him into me.  My body would absorb some of that and literally
become part of me.

"Can I. . ." he said looking at me.  "I want to try and do you."

"Only if you think you're man enough to handle it," I teased him.

"I'll show you man enough," he said reaching for my shorts.  He scooted
down between my legs so that he could have full access.

He unfastened them and pulled them down.  "Is this your dad's
jockstrap," Steve asked when he realized what I had on underneath my
shorts.

"Yeah, we traded before we left the hotel," I said.  "Although
considering we wear exactly the same size, same brand and same color I
have no idea if this is really mine or his."

"His for all I care," he said pushing his face into the pouch.  I was
hard as a rock and it felt great having him breath into my crotch.  He
rubbed his face across it a couple of times before licking the pouch.
"I had no idea it would be this fun to play in another guy's crotch."

He lifted his hand and began rubbing my dick through the fabric.  He
lightly chewed on the outline of my cock soaking my strap with his spit.

"Not so much," I warned.  "I have to wear this on the plane."

"Yeah and it will be soaked with my saliva," he said smiling.  "You'll
be thinking of this the entire time and even when you get off the plane
and hug your dad, you will still be covered in my spit."

"Pervert," I said.  He raised his eyebrows at me.

"I'll show you pervert," he said pulling the strap down.  My dick swung
out and hit him in the chin before resting against my stomach.  "Nice
and thick."  He licked up the underside of my cock from the base to the
head.  He took the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it
like it was a lollipop.

He tried going down on me but gagged about halfway.  It was sweet of him
to try.  He came up with tears in his eyes.  "Sorry," he mumbled as he
went down on me again.

"You're doing fine," I gasped.  And he was.  It felt wonderful having my
best friend giving me head.  He tried jacking my dick as he took in the
top half of me.  The friction combined with the suction was enough. "I'm
gonna cum, Steve."

He didn't stop.  I felt each spurt shoot through my dick and into him.
I shot six strong ropes into his willing mouth.  I was racked with the
spasms of joy.  "Stop, dude," I gasped as he kept licking the head of my
dick.  "It's too much!  Sensory overload!"

He came up off me and leaned down to kiss me.  Before he even opened his
mouth I knew what he was doing.  As his tongue landed on my lips, I
could feel my own cum slide into my mouth.  My taste was different from
his.  It was not as sweet, a little saltier but just as good.  Our
tongues dueled as they swapped my juice back and forth.  He broke away
from me and swallowed what was left in his mouth.  I did the same.

"Now we're a part of each other," he said.

"Yeah, we are," I replied smiling.  "Steve, I could love you in the
fashion you want.  But let's give it some time.  This isn't over between
us, man."

"I hope not."  We both dressed.  "You need to get on before you miss
your flight.  Your dad's going to be waiting at the airport."

"Hey," I said grabbing his hand.  "I DO love you, man.  If you ever need
me, remember that I am here for you and I always will be."

I kissed him again as we hugged.  Then he whispered in my ear, "I miss
you already."