Date: Tue, 7 May 2013 04:09:54 -0400
From: RJ W <firstfiveprimes235711@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy's Helper

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any
living or deceased persons or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. The ages of the characters are left up to the imagination of
the reader.


Daddy's Helper

RJ

   Dad always calls me his Helper. I like when he calls me that. When he
wants to work on his car I help by handing tools to him; I know all their
names. I help him when he wants to clean the garage out or when the house
needs painting.

   I've always been so curious about my Dad's body. I love looking at his
hairy chest; he has nice big pectorals and big nipples. He takes naps
sometimes with his shirt off and I secretly watch him while he sleeps. My
heart beats really fast when I watch him secretly. I had my first hardon
watching him sleep. He was only wearing his underwear and even though he
was lying on his side I could still tell that his dick was really big. I'd
read someplace that men get hardons when they sleep. I used to wonder if I
did until my I got my first one.

   One Saturday, just a few months after I had gotten my first hardon, I
was helping Dad with the yard, raking the leaves in the back of the house.
It was late September but still really hot so both of us were just wearing
shorts, and Dad's was made of this flimsy material that you could almost
see through. It was about 11 o'clock when we really started sweating. Dad's
shorts starting clinging tightly to his body, which accentuated the shape
of his ass: full and round. But what got my attention most was the beads of
water that were shining on his hairy pecs. I sneak many little peeks of his
chest that day, and I wouldn't be sure that Dad knew that.. until later.

   A little while went by and Dad came up to me and said, "Good job my
Helper, that's enough for today. Why don't you take a break and then you
can help me with something else in the house, OK?" He reached out and
grabbed my left shoulder and squeezed it gently.

   "Sure, Dad," I said, smiling. I loved it when he touched me, anywhere.

   "Great Son. Now go and take it easy in my room, I'll be there in a few
minutes."

   I was a little puzzled at his request but I did as Dad told me. After
going into the house I started thinking that maybe he did catch me sneaking
peeks at his chest and wanted to talk to me about it.

   There was nothing to sit on in Dad's room except the bed so I sat on it.
His laundry hamper was on the far side of the room, and I wanted to go into
it and fish out a pair of his underwear and breathe in his scent like I had
done many times before, but I dared not now since he could come into the
room any second. As the minutes went by my heart started to beat faster and
faster. I could not hear any sound that he had entered the house. I was
starting to get anxious when he suddenly walked in.

   "Hi Son, you ready to help me with something else?"

  "Sure Dad," I said nervously, still not knowing what to expect. He walked
over to me and squatted down so that we were more or less eye-to-eye.

   "Before you do," he said putting his hand on my right knee, "I want you
to call me `Daddy' when you are in my room, OK?"

   "Sure, Daddy." My heart was still racing.

   "Now, I want to tell you something; I know that you watch me when I'm
napping." I looked down in shame. He reached out and lifted my chin back
up. "There's no need to feel shame or embarrassment; I want to tell you
that I like it Son; I like it a lot." He smiled and then I smiled back. "I
like it so much in fact that I get hard when I think you are watching me."

  "You do?" I asked.

   "Look down at my shorts now Son."  His big beautiful cock had slipped
out of the right side of his shorts and was half-erect. "That's what
happens when I even THINK about it. When I wake from my nap and see you are
spying on me, I'm always hard." I was mesmerized by his hardon and began to
feel mine stir. "Do you want to touch my cock Son? I think you do."

   Dad stood up, slipped his shorts off, his full cock now right in front
of me. "Wrap your hand around it Son," he commanded. Something about his
voice was making me harder: his tone, the word `boy', I wasn't sure but I
did as I was told. His cock felt good in my hand, hard, throbbing. He
became more demanding in his tone. "Stroke it Boy, NOW." As I did so my own
throbbing cock was straining against the front of my shorts. "Yeah, that's
my good Helper. Mmmmm, keep going."

   I watched Dad close his eyes and lean his head back a little as he
enjoyed my stroking. My left hand wandered down to my own cock and I
squeezed it, which made it harder and made me hornier. He opened his eyes
again and looked down to see what I was doing.

   "You have a nice hardon yourself, Son," he said smiling. He pulled away
from me for only a moment and sat down on the bed with me, facing me, one
leg tucked under him. Putting his right hand on the back of my head, he
drew me closer to him. At first his kiss was gentle and sweet, not too
demanding. With his left hand he massaged my bulge. My insides were
beginning to melt, turning to jelly. I was surrendering to him, I would do
whatever he said.

  In between kisses he spoke to me in a deep, sleepy voice. "You wanna show
me your cock. Son?" He unbuttoned my shorts, unzipped them. I reached for
his cock, starting stroking it again.

"Yes Daddy." He rubbed my cock with the back of his hand, my underwear
between.

  Harder kissing now. "Show me your cock." He pulled my underwear down,
freeing my young phallus. "Beautiful." He continued to rub it, alternating
with his thumb and his fingers. At that moment I was completely his, doing
whatever he said. He stopped kissing me and touched his forehead to mine.
"I need your help again, Son. I've been carrying a big load all week; I
need you to help me with it. I want to give it to you Boy."

"Tell me what I should do Daddy," I said my breath becoming short, my eyes
closing, surrendering to his will. "I want to help you." He got up from the
bed and stood in front of me again. I opened my eyes again and he began
rubbing his cockhead on my left cheek, then my right.

"I need to be inside you Boy," he said, going to my left cheek again.
Every-so-often he would give me a playful cockslap. I looked up into his
hazel eyes, and he smiled. I was hypnotized, and he knew it. "But first I
need to get your boyhole nice and wet and ready for my cock."  He took a
few steps back and gave his cock a few strokes. "Get on your hands and
knees on the bed," he commanded. "Show me your boyhole." I did and waited,
not daring to look back over my shoulder.

I really didn't know what to expect since no one had rimmed me before; I
was unprepared for the ecstasy that was to follow. The first stroke of his
tongue against my hole sent a shiver up and down my spine that I remember
to this day. He continued slowly and I closed my eyes. I was only faintly
aware of my moaning, my shortness of breath. I could feel my boyhole
getting wetter and wetter, his tongue going deeper and deeper inside of me.
Another shiver. I could feel something else too; I was relaxing, opening
up, getting ready for Dad to take me, right there.

"Good Boy," he said so sweetly. "Mmmmm." His tongue went even deeper. I
could feel his hot breath on my ass as well. Another shiver. He paused,
saying, "You ready to take my load Son?"

Between breaths I managed to answer him. "Yes Daddy, I'm ready."

           I felt him climb on the bed behind me and heard him spit on his
hand, lubing his cock in preparation. He began massaging my ass all over,
giving me playful squeezes every now and then. I heard his spit again and
felt his cock rubbing against my boyhole. "Mmmm, your hole is gonna feel so
good Son," he said in that sweet voice again, and I felt myself smile. I
was opening up even further, relaxing my hole-muscle, ready for his cock,
now more than ever.

          He spread my asscheeks and entered me slowly, in short strokes,
spitting on his cock every-so-often. My body alternated between pleasure
and pain, and my breathing quickened, my heart beating faster and faster. I
let out a groan and Dad stopped, massaging my ass again. "It won't hurt for
long Son," he said. "I promise."

          He was right. Once he worked his cock all the way inside me, the
pain subsided and I was propelled into another world, one where nothing
else existed but the two of us, our bodies joined in a kind of dance, one
that I wanted to last forever. Before I knew it I was yelling his name,
gasping for breath. "Daddy!" He placed his left hand on my shoulder to hold
me down as he entered me faster and faster. "Oooooh, Daddy!"

  "Aaaaah, Good Boy!" he cried, squeezing my shoulder for emphasis. "You've
always been my Good Boy!" He breathing was loud by this time, passion
overtaking him and this body, every function, every sound. Suddenly both
hands were on my shoulders, and that's when the pounding started.

  Our sounds had a definite rhythm now, scarcely a millisecond between
them: the whack! of our bodies in contact, my grunt, then his. Then the
rhythms varied, from fast to slow and everything in-between. I wanted his
load inside me so bad, to be this close to him, to make him proud of me.

  "Son!" he cried out with a final thrust, wrapping his arms around me,
holding me tight. As his load entered me he grunted with every shot, his
voice in my ear, his sweet man-music. His body shook a few times, and he
collapsed on top of me, his breathing now heavier than ever. After a few
seconds the weight of his hairy body was starting to take its toll on mine,
and he sensed that and lifted himself up and collapsed to the side. I did
the same, and he tucked his left arm under his head and our eyes locked.
"Did you like that Son?"

  "Yes Daddy," I said with a grin that came so easily that I'm sure he
noticed. He manuevered his body closer and began rubbing my half-hard cock.
He drew his lips closer to mine and kissed me sweetly as I felt my cock
fully harden. He squeezed my boymeat harder and began to bite my neck. I
closed my eyes and turned my head giving him more access to what he wanted.
He continued biting and licking and kissing my flesh as he began stroking
my cock with his fist.

With every upstroke it responded, and I began to push my hips forward in an
attempt to fuck his fisthole.

  "Looks like my Boy loves to fuck as much as his Dad," he said softly. I
grinned and he pulled his hand away. Turning my head I saw Dad spit into
his hand a few times and wrap it around my cock again. He resumed stroking
my cock until I starting fucking his fist again. He kissed my gently on the
neck again and started to encourage my orgasm. "Shoot your load for me Son.
We'll taste it together. Would you like that?" I responded by moving my
hips faster and faster. I heart was racing, my cock was rock-hard, and I
could feel my impending climax.

  "DADDY!" I cried out and the shooting began. I could feel the jizz
raining on my stomach, my chest and a little on my neck. It felt so good.

  "That's my good Boy," Dad whispered. My eyes were still mostly closed,
and I felt him dip his finger into my jizz. I opened my eyes again and
watched him lick slowly my boyjizz off his finger. "Mmmm." He scooped up
more from my chest and brought two fingers closer to my mouth. "Try it,
Son." I had never tasted my cum before, but I was curious. I licked it off
his fingers; it was nothing like I ever tasted before.

  "Here, Daddy," I said scooping some off of my stomach, bringing it to his
mouth. He consumed my boyjizz eagerly and smiled.

  "I'll clean you off, Son," he said and bent down to lick off the
remaining jizz on my stomach, my chest, slowly, thoroughly. When he
finished he kissed me deeply, the taste of my cum still on his breath.
Somehow, it tasted even better his Dad's mouth.

  "I think someone might be hungry," Dad said propping himself up with his
right elbow.

  "Pizza?" I asked.

  "You got it, Son. Now let's get you in the shower."