Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 16:19:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Sky <bluskylar@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddys lil ho, part III Home

(this segment involves incest fantasy of a pre-teen boy, masturbation)

All the usual warnings apply. Be 18+. If you don't like it don't read
it. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real life occurrences
are strictly coincidental.

Daddy's lil Whore
Part 3
Home


So, here I am in the airport walking up to the baggage claim when I see my
daddy holding a sign with my name on it. I was so nervous, nervous and
excited. I always get hard when I'm excited. Oh no, what if he sees
it. What if he thinks I'm a freak walking around with a boner. It was awful
I wanted to hide, but I also wanted to run up to him throw my arms around
him and give him a big kiss.

I stood frozen for a minute, but then he saw me. He looked right at me. His
eyes searched me, I imagine because he was looking for something that
remotely reflected his own identity. They scanned me from head to foot and
back, then without warning he smiled.

With a grin he shouted, "Skylar. Skylar is that you?"

I think this took me by an even bigger surprise. He actually seemed glad to
see me.

Beaming with joy I ran to him just stopping short of an embrace. His arms
were held out wide ready to take me up into them. I looked him in the eyes
again. He smiled. Okay, I'm safe. I threw myself into his arms. He held me
close then pulled me off the ground in a huge hug. He surprised me again
with a kiss on the cheek. It was completely welcomed. I hugged his neck has
hard as I could and kissed on his stubbled cheek.

He put me on the ground. Gave me another hug and kiss on the cheek then
released me. As he stood back up one of his hands ruffled my hair. I liked
that; it was something uncle used to do. We stood for a minute our eyes
fixated on each other before he broke the silence between us.

"So kiddo, are you ready to go see your new home?"

"Yes," was all I could say.

"Oh, before I forget..."

Daddy turned to reach into a large shopping bag that sat on the ground next
to him. It was the first time I noticed the bag. He reaches into it and
pulls out a big fluffy plush chocolate brown teddy bear.

"I hope it's not too late to give you one of these?" he asked with a mild
trepidation.

I beamed with joy, "Oh no, Daddy. Thank you."

I took the bear from him and hugged it to my chest. I started to cry a
little. Mommy never gave me any stuffed animals. His body was semi-firm
making it yummy to squeeze and the fur was soft as a bunny. I rubbed my
face into the head rejoicing in its silky softness.

He had me heart and soul. I was now my daddy's boy. I just knew that life
was going to be great for me with him.

Daddy took my hand, which surprised me, and lead me out of the terminal. We
took a taxi to Daddy's house, a quaint row house, you know the type, it
looks like every other. The taxi ride itself was over stimulating between
the sights and sitting in the backseat with my Daddy, it seemed over far
too quick.

We walked into the house and Daddy showed me up to my room right away. It
wasn't huge or elegantly furnished but it had a double bed and it was mine
that Daddy gave me.

"Hey kiddo, what do you say we leave the unpacking for later and we get
some lunch? You must be starving."

"Sure Daddy. Can I use the potty first?"

Daddy showed me to the bathroom. I really had to go. The two loads in me
wanted to come out.

"Here ya go. I'm going to head down to the kitchen and start lunch," Daddy
announced.

I did my business, leaving myself feeling really empty without Zach or
Michael's stud loads in me. Then it hit me, what is this new home going to
be like? Will there be studs that will love me and want to fuck me? Would
Daddy? Oh how I hoped so.

The rest of the day was I guess what most people would call normal. We had
lunch. Daddy gave me a tour of the rest of the house and of the yard. He
showed me how to log onto the computer, so I could "email or chat with my
friends." We played video games. And, Daddy made us dinner. After dinner I
was so tired I passed out on the couch while watching TV.

Some time later I woke up. The house was dark except for a dim light from
the kitchen. I was still on the couch, but my jeans and socks had been
removed and I was covered in a blanket. I laid there for a moment in a
happy glow knowing that Daddy had undressed me and covered me up.

Thinking about Daddy made me hard. All day he was so sweet to me, and he
was good looking. His cheeks were dimpled that accentuated his square jaw,
bushy brown hair, and sparkling grey eyes. His shoulders were brawd and
round. I imagine he could have been a model if he wanted he was good
looking enough. I could have laid there the rest of the night thinking
about Daddy, but I wasn't going to.

I took off my shit and found my way up the stairs and right into Daddy's
bedroom. My SpongeBob undies were tenting as I stood just inside the
doorway. I could just make out the silhouette of Daddy in the bed. He
stirred.

"Sky, is that you?" he whispered in a very groggy semi-awake voice.

Coyly I responded, "yeah Daddy."

"What's the matter, buddy?"

"Um nothing Daddy."

"Are you scared? Why don't you climb in here? It's going to be okay."

Bingo.

I crawled into my dad's bed. The night was cool and his bed felt warm. I
lay down next to him and he did exactly what I hoped he do. He reached
across to me, put his big meaty hand on my chest and pulled me into him so
we were now spooning. The very idea of Daddy's mancock being near my hole
left me excited.


This was not going to be a replay of my first night with Zach
however. Daddy fell right back to sleep with his hand on my tummy. It was
delicious and warm snuggled there with him. So delicious that I couldn't
help letting my hand roam. First I found daddy's knee. It was hard like a
rock covered in rough skin and a few coarse hairs. My hand moved behind his
knee, which was much softer. Up my hand went traveling along the firm
muscle on the back of Daddy's thigh until I got to his boxers. I let my
hand rest there.

Daddy's hand moved up to my chest. His leg wrapped about my hip and he
pulled me closer into him. His cheek was pressed against the top of my head
and I could hear his deep restful breaths right in my ear. My nipple was
right between two of his fingers. I could feel it getting hard. The top of
my leg was now pressed hard against Daddy's groin. I could feel his flaccid
manhood his shorts. My hand was up the leg of his boxers.

I wanted to try to touch Daddy further, but I got scared. What if he didn't
like it? Would he hate me for it? I decided to enjoy being hugged to my
Daddy like a rag doll as slipped off to sleep.


The next morning I woke spread out across the big king size bed and it took
a minute for me to remember where I was and that Daddy wasn't with me. Then
off in the distance I heard a shower running then footsteps. I turned onto
my back and looked to the bedroom door. In walks Daddy completely
naked. For a moment time seemed to slow as I watched Daddy walk into the
room. There was a small tuft of hair on his chest attached to a thin trail
that lead down a set of six-pack abs and into his modestly trimmed bush of
pubic hair. His legs were moderately hairy, but what really struck me was
the complete smoothness of his ball sack. His balls were generously sized
about the size of walnuts. His cock fell over his balls like a sausage. The
head was big, flared, and a reddish pink color. The shaft was very
wrinkled, implying that it would probably grow quite a bit. Soft he was
about 5 inches long. I was certain that it got much bigger.

"Hey sport, I'm going to grab a shower. When you are ready I'll make us
some breakfast."

Oh my gosh, how long had I been staring at Daddy's cock? Did he notice? Oh
no, I'm hard and I have to pee.

"Daddy, can I use the potty first?"

"Sure honey, you go right in."

I hopped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom. It was all cozy warm
with steam as I made my way to the toilet. I pulled my little boner out of
my undies pointing at the toilet bowl. Just as I was about to release the
stream there was Daddy's hand patting my butt and his head over my
shoulder.

"Don't pee on my floor boy, or I'll make you clean it up," he joked.

His hand felt so big and good on my butt. I could feel my little boy hole
just open for him under his hand. And, I just know he saw my hard peepee.

Dad ruffles my hair then turns getting into the shower. I stood there in
front of the toilet for a couple minutes. I was so hard now it was hard to
pee.

Once I did relieve myself I went to the sink to wash my hands. I couldn't
help looking at Daddy in the mirror through the glass shower door. He was a
beautiful man. I tried to make short work of my hand washing; semi dried my
hands then made way to my bedroom.

There, I collected shorts, underwear, and my transformer tee. I sat on the
bed waiting for Daddy to exit the bathroom. In a minute the shower was off
and a couple more after that Dad was in the hall calling to me.

"Hey Sky, I left you a little hot water just in case you wanted to shower."

I picked up my things heading for the bathroom. In the hall I was met with
sight of Daddy again naked with a towel around his neck.

"Hey sport, don't be too long. Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes,
okay?"

Practically stuttering I reply, "Su..s.sure, Daddy."

He turns away from me walking toward his bedroom. His broad shoulders
glisten with beads of water. His perfect and hard butt flexes was he walks
away.

I get into the shower and with no preamble start to beat my dick into
submission. I soap up two fingers and push them into my ass. The warm water
feels so good as it washes over my body and imagine that Daddy is there
with me. He tells me that he wants to fuck me. "Do you want me to fuck you,
baby" I hear his voice say in my mind. He is standing over me. I get on my
knees.

In a whisper I reply, "Yes Daddy, yes. I want you to fuck me. Please Daddy
take me. I need you inside me."

The warm water of the shower transforms into his hot golden piss. Again, I
can hear him, "You're just a dirty little faggot, aren't you boy? A dirty
little faggot that needs his Daddy to fuck him, aren't you boy?"

"Yes Daddy, yes," now with three fingers punching in and out of my hole,
"I'm a dirty little faggot. Please fuck me Daddy," I plead.

The rush fills me. All my senses tingling, my head spins as my seedless boy
orgasm irrupts. My little hole tights around my fingers as the waves wash
over me.

Once it subsides, I sit there in the bottom of the shower and I realize; I
have to have him. I need him and I will do whatever I can to get my Daddy
to fuck me.


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