Date: 9 Apr 2001 19:56:50 -0700
From: CandyMan <tscandyman@icqmail.com>
Subject: Daddy Daddy Part 6

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Daddy Daddy Part 6 - All In The Family

I was bent forward in the shower.  I could feel Dad sliding slowly in and
out of my hole.  God he knew how to hit every erogenous zone and button.
His thick cock felt wonderful.  I could feel every inch as he would pull it
out of my ass and then push it back in.  I could stay here forever I
thought.

"Yeah, feel Daddy's cock," he moaned rubbing his hands up my back and then
scraping his nails down lightly.  "You're Daddy's little love slave, aren't
you, boy?"  He leaned down so that he was lying on my back as his cock
worked my ravaged ass.

"Yeah," I grunted as I tightened my hole for him.  "I want you to cum in
me, Daddy.  I want your hot manjuice all inside of me."  I was jacking my
dick and I could feel my teenage cock begin to tremble as my cum came
surging forth.

Just then the phone rang.  I jerked up wide awake.  I was confused for a
moment and then realized I had been dreaming.  I grabbed the phone.  "Um,
hello?"

"Kyle, you awake yet," the voice asked.

"Yeah, Dad," I said realizing who I was talking to and looking for him next
to me at the same time.  "When did you leave?"

"A couple hours ago.  I woke you up, didn't I," he asked.

I looked down at myself.  Apparently my dream was vivid.  My crotch was
soaked in cum.  I ran a finger in it and brought it to me lips.  ""Sokay,"
I said.  "I needed to get up and have something for breakfast."  I made a
loud plopping noise as I pulled my finger out of my mouth.

"I don't wanna know," he muttered.  "Look, I'm at your grandmother's.  I
broke the news to some of the family.  Naturally they want to meet you.
Can you be ready in an hour?"

My stomach knotted up and I felt like if I opened my mouth butterflies
would swarm out.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready.  Are you sure about this," I asked.

"You're going to meet them sooner or later," he said sounding resigned
about the ordeal.

"Well, Dad, I guess if you're ready to deal with this then so am I."

"That's what I wanted to hear," he said.  I could hear the smile in his
voice.  "I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad.  See you shortly," I said.  I hung up the phone and
jumped out of bed.  I looked at the sheets.  I had almost forgotten about
going to bed last night and then I remembered that Dad had carried me.

I had fallen asleep on the couch with him on top of me as Lou left.  I
guess the traveling and packing had taken more out of me.  I noticed that
he had even removed my jockstrap.  I must have been out of it.

I hurried in the shower and had a hard time finding something appropriate
to wear.  Even though I had sent a majority of my things ahead of me, Dad
had put all of my boxes in a far corner of the studio.  So I decided to
wear something from my suitcase.

I finally settled on a black t-shirt and jean shorts that I had.  I had on
a pair of red bikini thongs under that.  I started to wear my tennis shoes
but then decided on my hiking boots at the last minute.  Unfortunately I
took after Mom from what I could tell in that department.  My mother had a
pair of shoes for every occasion.  Imelda Marcos would have been proud.
Looking around, it seemed Dad only had four pair of shoes: black dress
shoes, some ragged jogging shoes, a pair of moccasin boots (which I knew I
would have to try on soon) and some black army boots.

Just as I finished getting dressed and was fixing my hair I heard the door
open.  "Kyle," Dad called to me.

"In here," I yelled back.

I could hear Dad talking to someone but I wasn't sure whom it was.  I
quietly stepped out of the bathroom and looked out.  Standing there next to
him was a woman who looked like Dad's older sister.  If he had one.

"Son," Dad said nervously, "this is your grandmother, Linda."

"Grandmother," I asked.  "No way."

She seemed nervous at first, meeting me, but we all sat down.  Eventually I
learned a lot about my father.  He was the oldest of five kids, including a
half sister and stepsister on his dad's side.  (His parents were divorced
and his Dad had remarried.)

My grandmother was more than willing to talk about him.  She had had him
when she was real young, too.  She was barely seventeen.  She joked that
they raised each other.  Judging from the way they reacted to each other, I
could almost believe it.

"I just wish I had known sooner," she said after we had talked for a couple
of hours.

"Well, Granddad was not big on who my real father was.  Even though he
never knew who he was.  Until recently anyway," I said.

"How did he take the news," Dad asked.  He was sitting next to Linda on the
couch while I sat on the chair across from them.

"Not well," I said.  "First Mom told him that I was. . ."  I caught myself.
How much had Dad told her?  I caught myself looking back and forth between
them trying to see if I could tell how much she knew.

"Gay," she finished for me.  "Kane already told me.  I don't exactly
approve of the life style, but I can live with it.  I will always be honest
about that.  However, you will find in this family that we all have loving
hearts.  Kane came out to me when he was sixteen.  It was difficult but I
realized that no matter who he is involved with, I will always love him for
who he is."

Kane put his arm around her and pulled her in for a hug.  She rested her
head on his shoulder.  "I love you, Mom," he whispered to her.

"I wish Mom's family was like this," I said watching them.  "I thought
Granddad would have a coronary when he found out that I was gay, that Mom
knew who the father was all along and that he was gay also.  I won't even
go into how he reacted a few days later when I told him I was moving in
with you."

"Give him time," Linda said.  "I'm sure he loves you and will come around."

"Don't bet on it," I said.  "He's very judgmental when it comes to anything
different.  I just hope he hasn't cut Mom out of his life."

"And what about you," Dad asked.

"I love him.  He is my grandfather.  But if he can't accept me and love me
for me, then I don't need him," I replied.

"Like father, like son," Linda said laughing a little.  "I remember when
you told me the same thing at the same age, I believe. Well, before we all
get teary eyed, what do you say to meeting the rest of your family, Kyle?"

Needless to say I spent the next several hours at Linda's house.  I was
still not comfortable with everyone enough to call them by familial names
like Grandma, Uncle or anything like that.  But I did have a good time.

"Are you sure you enjoyed yourself," Kane asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, Dad," I replied rolling my eyes as we walked into the apartment.
"Especially watching. . .what's his name?  That bitch's youngest one."

"Frankie," he said.  "And your Aunt Jane is not a bitch.  Want something to
drink?"  He had gone into the kitchen for a beer.

"Cola for me," I said sitting on the couch.  "And yes she was a bitch.
'How are you going to raise a son?'  'I didn't think you were man enough to
fuck a girl?'  'You have a studio flat.  Where does he sleep?'"

His Aunt Jane drove me nuts.  Everyone else was very nice.  But I hated her
already.

"You have to get to know her," he said coming in.  He handed me a can of
Coke and sat down next to me.  "She's not really all that bad."

"She's a bitch.  Like it's any of her damn business where I sleep or how I
am raised.  I'm not a kid," I protested.

"No, you're not," Dad replied playing with my hair.  "You're my son.  God,
I still am not used to saying that."

"Things have moved kind of fast," I admitted.  "I just got moved in last
night.  Hell I still haven't unpacked yet.  I've already met the family.
Thank God tomorrow's Sunday.  You still have one more day off."

"I'm the boss," he said smiling real big, "I say when I go into the
studio."

I sat my Coke on the coffee table and then turned to snuggle into my Dad's
arms.  "This feels so good," I murmured to him.

"Yeah, it does."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, son."

"Why haven't you settled down yet," I asked.  "Lou seems real nice."

"He is but we've just never clicked that way," he said.  "Like I said, he's
one of my best friends.  But as you are fond of saying, he comes with
benefits."

"I noticed.  I wonder how big Frankie is," I replied.  By now I was laying
on my back on the couch.  I looked up and saw that Dad was watching me.
"Sorry."

"Don't be," he said laughing.  "Frankie is cute.  I have to admit I've
wondered how big his package is too.  He sure does have a nice little round
ass.  Made for fucking."  Frankie was one cute package.  He was about 24
years old, about five foot eight with strawberry blond hair and blue eyes.
He had an average build but exuded that 'boy-next-door-come- fuck-me'
attitude.  I could easily fantasize about him.

"Daddy's getting excited," I said lifting my head.  I could feel a very
hard lump developing.

"Just imagining you and your cousin having sex," he admitted.  "I could
just picture you fucking his ass."

I felt my face blush.  "I've never done that," I admitted.

He cocked an eyebrow.  "Then I think maybe you and I should have a little
'talk'."

I couldn't believe that my father was proposing this.  The idea of shoving
my cock up his ass made me hot.  "A father-son talk," I asked glancing at
his crotch and licking my lips.

"Yeah.  One of those private kinds," he said running his hand under my
shirt.  "I mean, what kind of father would I be for having a son who didn't
know the basics of using his tool."

"And most father's do share their tools with their sons," I said as he
began pinching and pulling on my tits.

Dad laughed at me.  I leaned in and kissed him as I started pulling his
shirt off.  I couldn't wait to get to his body.  In just a few moments I
had him stripped.  I stood up in front of him.  I pulled off my shirt and
then yanked my shorts and underwear off.

Dad reached out grabbed me by the hips and pulled me forward.  Without
saying anything he dove onto my cock and began sucking.  I put both of my
hands on his head and face fucked him.  I liked watching my prick slide in
and out of his mouth.  I felt both of his hands kneading my butt as he
sucked me.

I whipped my dick out of his mouth and he looked up at me.  I could see the
lust in his eyes.  I dropped to my knees and kissed him quickly on the
lips.  I then pushed him back so that I could access his dick.  I reached
for it.  I loved holding him - with my hands, with my mouth, in my ass.
God he felt good no matter how I took him.

I lowered my head down into his lap and started licking his cock.  Dad
groaned.  I loved the way his dick was - thick, longer than average without
being too long (I know big ones are supposed to be better - but bigger is
NOT always better), round spongy head.  This was my kind of toy to play
with.  His nuts were huge.  I hefted them in one hand.  They were about as
big as eggs.

I licked down the shaft and sucked one of his balls into my mouth.  There
was no way I was going to get both in there.  They were too big.  I let it
fall out and sucked the other one in.  That's when I could almost feel Dad
moaning.  I glanced up and he had his head back with his eyes closed.
Occasionally he would lick his lips as he enjoyed my effort to please him.

I went back to licking his dick.  As I took the head of it in my mouth I
began rubbing his legs.  That's when I realized how hairy they were.  I
mean, I had known he had hair on his legs but up until now I had not really
paid much attention.  Plus with his body hair being natural blonde, it
didn't show as readily as a guy with darker hair.  Running my hands up and
down his thighs, calves and over his knees, I came to the conclusion that I
liked his legs.  A lot.  They were firm and you could feel the muscle
underneath the skin but he wasn't built up like Lou.

It's just as I realize this that Dad lifts his legs and rests them on my
shoulders.  He hooks them together locking my head in his lap.  I'm not
complaining because I have a mouth full of Daddy-meat.  His dick tastes so
good.  I love the taste, the texture - everything.  I start giving him a
full out blowjob.  I can feel every vein go across my lips.

I think it's hot and downright kinky knowing that I am sucking on the prick
that not only shot out the sperm that made me, but also the Daddy-meat that
took my cherry ass.  And here he was, my own Dad, about to offer his ass to
me.

I lifted his legs a little and started working my tongue south.  I had to
taste his ass before I fucked it.  I licked his nuts and continued down.  I
was at his hole before I realized that I had his legs pinned back as far as
I did.  Reaching around his thighs I pulled him forward a little.  This
allowed him to rest more on his back and brought his hole more in line with
my tongue, and soon my own rock hard cock.

I pulled back a little to look at his asshole.  It looked way too small for
my dick to penetrate.  There was hardly any hair around it and for a moment
I wondered if this was what I looked like.  I spread his cheeks apart and
stuck my face in.  I could smell his sweat but also the smell I had come to
know as him.  I inhaled deeply.  I kissed his bud and then licked it.
There was a slight coppery taste as well as the salty sweat residue.  It
was delicious.  I began licking him some more.  I remembered some of the
things that Lou had done to me the night before and I wanted to try them on
Dad.

I wet my finger and pressed against his hole.  I had already left some
saliva there and wanted to get it into his body.  I slipped a finger into
my dad.  He sighed a little as I leaned in and started licking around it.
At the same time I started moving my finger in and out of his ass.  After a
few moments I inserted a finger from my other hand.  I pulled on his ass a
little to open him up.  His hole widened with no problem.  I had to wonder
again just how many men had my father been fucked by.  This idea made my
cock twitch and start to drool its own special sauce.

I shoved my tongue into his ass as far as I could.  Somehow I felt that if
I dug in far enough I might find some remaining deposits from Dad's
previous encounters.  No such luck of course but I had him squirming.
"Oooooooh, yes," he said grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into
him, "get my ass ready for your dick!  Tongue my ass!"

I straightened up a little and looked him in the eye.  "You ready for it,"
I asked fingering his ass with three fingers.  "You want my cock in there
instead of my fingers?"

"Fuck, yes," he said.  "I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my
hole.  I want some boy meat fucking me!"

I aimed my cock at his hole and rested his legs on my shoulders.  "You want
it bad, don't you," I asked.  Before Dad could answer I thrust my hips and
shoved half of my cock up his ass.

He let out a loud groan as he arched his back.  I slid out of his ass a
little and thrust in again.  The pressure all along my dick was wonderful.
He was tight but not tight enough to stop me from penetrating his inner
depths.  I began a slow rhythm of sliding in and out of his ass.  I scooted
up a little and rested my knees on the edge of the couch.  Dad lowered his
legs and wrapped them around my waist.

He began pulling and twisting on my nipples as I rammed my dick into him
over and over.  "You're ass is so tight," I said.

"That's it," he said.  "Fuck your daddy's ass.  Ream me out till I can't
walk straight."

I lowered my head to his chest.  I had never got a chance to play with his
nipple ring last night and I was not about to stop now.  As I tugged on the
ring with my lips I felt his hands roam down my sides and grab my ass.  He
started pulling me into him faster and harder.  Latching onto his tit with
my mouth I decided to go for broke.  I chewed and licked his tit ring as I
pounded into his ass for all I was worth.  Dad loved it as he started
moaning and groaning and begging for more.

Dad had twisted just a little so that his left hand was still on my ass but
he could jack himself with his right hand as I fucked his ass.  Then I felt
him fingering my own hole.  Just as I had really pounded into his tight
hole he slipped a finger into my ass and hit my prostate all in one move.
That was all she wrote.  My body stiffened and I started hosing his insides
with my boy cum.  Just as I about passed out, I felt my chest and face get
sprayed by Dad's cum.  His dick was spraying me down.

He pulled his finger out of my ass but held me to him.  My cock twitched
still embedded in his ass.  "That was something else," Dad said pulling my
face to his.

He licked some of his cum from my cheek.  I then kissed him.  I could taste
him on his tongue.  It was divine.

With my still hard cock in his ass, I carefully picked him up in my arms.
He tightened his legs around my waist and locked his arms firmly around my
neck.  "Wow," he said smiling.

"Let's do it again," I said carrying him to the bed.  "Only - let's do it
right."