Date: Mon, 13 Jan 2014 03:27:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave Ledge <mikedave01@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Daniel and Dad, A Romance, Chapter Two"

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Thanks for the many fan mails.  I answer all fan mails, although I'm
traveling right now.

And yes there is a real Daniel and a real Dad, even if, at least for now,
this story is fiction.

Daniel and Dad, a Romance, part two

"And then Dad said, `Danny, we're a bit late for our appearance'.  Our
what?  He took my hand, led me out of the suite, down the hall, into the
elevator and stopped us at a mezzanine level.  Still confused I walked with
him down another hallway until we got to an ornate door.  `Take a deep
breath Danny', he advised.  I did so.  He then opened the door and hustled
us onstage!  A DJ's voice boomed around us as searchlights caught both of
us in their beams saying, `And now Hawk Club, here's the Hawkman and his
new sidekick, the Hawkbrother!'

A roar of cheers and applause drowned out the disco music following that
announcement.  Dad took my hand and led me to the edge of the stage and had
me bow to the Club.  Despite the lights I could tell the huge room was full
of nearly naked hot man flesh.  Wow.  This was my dream fulfilled.  Yet the
hottest man in the room was on stage with me and he was my cum fantasy and
my Dad, too!?!

The music suddenly changed and went from frenetic disco to very slow and
passionate.  `And now we'll dance', Dad said to me.  `And we'll give this
crowd something to take home and jack off to."  And he took nearly naked me
into his nearly naked arms and proceeded to dance with me in front of
hundreds of men.'

My boner had gone down when I was shocked by suddenly appearing nearly
naked on the stage of my fantasy club, but I shuddered suddenly as I felt
Dad's also nearly naked body against mine and it started to rise again.
But Dad took me into his arms with such loving tenderness, that I melted
into them and then no longer cared about anything but him.

We started out slowly in a pas de deux.  And yes, he was leading and I was
following.  Even though I had never danced this role, he was so graceful
and strong and manly that I was able to follow him with few problems, even
from the beginning.  As I became accustomed to dancing this way, he started
to increase the pace and began to start to incorporate more swirls and
turns.  I'm not a bad dancer, but I soon realized that I was being led by a
master.  The dancing got faster and faster and more and more athletic.  The
music kept increasing in pace and volume.  Just when I thought I had to
trip and fall, he said to me, "jump and stretch when I say!"  And when he
said, "jump" I jumped and he grabbed me and threw me up into the air!  I
stretched out my body despite my panic.  He had used my momentum and my
help so that I was thrown high into the air!  He took my breath away as my
heart pounded and I tried to stay calm.  However, I needn't have worried.
He caught me on the way down, stretched me out, again using my momentum,
into a long slide, body completely extended, before pulling me back into
his arms for a kiss as the music climaxed.  The way the crowd roared in
appreciation I wondered if some of the guys hadn't climaxed, too!

We took our bows as the guys continued to applaud and the DJ said,
"Gentlemen, please welcome again the Hawkman and the Hawkbrother!"

Some hot guys then helped us off the stage and we joined the crowd.
Several guys came forward to dance with us and Dad and I were soon
separated by yet more hot, hairy, men.  I soon had about six guys
surrounding me.  Most were taller, and they were all different.  Some were
really muscular.  Some were lean runner types.  Others were in-between.
Most had very little clothing on and some had oiled their hairy chests and
nipples.  Even the amount of hair they had varied enormously.  Some had
little hair so that their chests and chest racks were easy to admire.
Others were somewhat hairy and one guy was a gorilla even.  They all
touched me as well as they could both given the crush and how many of them
were trying to get close in to me.  The smell of man sweat and the heat of
their bodies was dizzying.  After months of no sex, the contrast with this
scene was overpowering.  However, was I enjoying it?  You better damn well
believe it.  I could tell the guys wanted to rub their bodies and their
crotches with mine, but we couldn't.  So, it became a scene in "edging" as
they teased me with their bodies and I tried the best I could to return the
favor.

When the song ended, other guys replaced the guys in front.  The scene
repeated itself for over an hour.  Again and again hot guys, and hot in so
many different ways, surrounded me and edged me as well as the situation
allowed.  My semi-erection never became full-blown, but felt so good.  I
don't think I'd ever enjoyed dancing and a club so much as tonight.  I was
hot, sweaty, and my Hawkbrother costume was plastered against me showing
off every inch of my body and muscles.  And that sight was greeted with
great pleasure by the guys of the club, I noted.  I noted many, many
erections in my dancing partners' Speedos.  And that certainly made me feel
very, very, good, too.  I felt attractive and sexy.  I loved this club and
its men.  I tried to give them all my best dancing.  I did as many muscular
moves as I could to turn them on.  I writhed.  I used my hips and stuck out
my tented crotch and wagged my tight butt.  But when my Dad finally made it
back to me and took me into his arms again, I had had enough.  Right now I
just wanted some quality time with the handsomest guy in the room!  My Dad
saw the expression on my face and immediately understood what I wanted.
"Soon", he said.

After another half hour of mass dancing with yet more new bodies and faces,
he was finally able to lead me back to the stage, assisted by guys who
worked there and who were sort of dressed in typical macho outfits with
lots of leather.  Eventually we were back where we started.  The DJ
announced, "Gentlemen, the Hawkman and the Hawkbrother have to return to
their roost."  General laughter ensued.  "But they will return another
night!"  General cheers and then the "Hawk Song" rang out from the speakers
as we finally were able to exit the stage and reenter the hotel from where
we had come.

Dad took my hand as we took the elevator and then walked down the corridor
toward our room.  "Our room", that sparked a smile.  We were both hot,
sweaty, and disheveled.  We both had semi-erections and our costumes were
plastered against us.  But I think what we both felt was more of a deep
content than anything else.  I didn't know what was coming, but I was very,
very satisfied right now and would remember the depth of this feeling,
perhaps for the rest of my life.

Soon we reached the door of our room.  Dad unlocked the room and we both
entered together.  We stood in the middle of the room, smiling at each
other, him smiling a bit shyly and me more broadly.

"Well, what do you think about your night out tonight?" he asked a bit
nervously.

"I loved every second of it!" I nearly shouted.  "How did you arrange Rao's
and your own programming of the Philharmonic?"

He smiled and said, "Good connections".

"Good connections, indeed!" I answered.

I then eyed his beautiful body with his perfect amount of chest hair
plastered down and his gorgeous big nipples pointing out hard.  I loved his
full pouch and had experienced the power of his strong legs.  I licked my
lips with desire.

He noticed my appraisal and then said with a leer, "And now what do you
want, Daniel?"

I smiled widely.  "First of all, I want to take this damn costume off, as
I'm sure you doÉ"

He nodded.

I reached over to him and slowly and lovingly undressed what little dress
he had on.  Soon, his Hawkman outfit had fallen to the floor.  I stood in
silent admiration of the handsomest man I had ever seen.  He blushed ever
so slightly and then reached over to return the favor.  Soon, I was just as
naked before him as he was before me.  This time he was licking his lips.
Our cocks soon went to full erection as our desire for each other burned
even more hotly.

"And now Daniel?" he asked.

"And now I want you!"

I reached over, grabbed him, and pulled him to me.  I attacked his lips
with passion, forcing my tongue into his mouth and started tongue fighting
with him.  I ground my hard cock and hard nipples against him.  I felt up
and down his strong back and grabbed mounds of hard butt flesh.  His
returned passion soon matched mine.  I was now completely sure he wanted me
just as much as I wanted him.

We rubbed bodies in foreplay for several more minutes, finally getting to
feel each other's hard body naked, edging each other to higher and higher
levels of passion.

We finally released each other and wordlessly Dad took my hand and led me
to the huge bed in the adjoining bedroom.  He threw down the covers of the
bed and then invited me, with a hand motion, to take my place in his bed.
Trembling a bit with both desire and passion, I took my place in the center
of the bed and lay on my back waiting for him to join me.  The cool silk
sheets felt wonderful on my inflamed body.  He soon joined me.  He got on
his side and pulled his upper body by his elbow.  He looked me over again
and said, "Daniel, you are beautiful."  "No", I said, "You are the
beautiful one."  We both smiled at this.  And then I said, "But enough
words".  I pulled him into my arms and again felt his strong body against
mine.  We made out again for many minutes.  We tried to touch every inch of
our bodies with the others'.  We rolled over and over.  He was on top some
times.  I was other times.  But we never lost hold of each other.  Our
naked flesh was never separated.  We tried to come together as one, joining
our bodies together.  But frotting wasn't going to be enough.  We both knew
that.

Finally I said, gasping, "Dad, make love to me.  Please make love to me!"
He smiled, but he looked at me very seriously.  "Are you sure, Daniel?  Are
you sure?"  "Surer than of anything in my entire life", I answered.

He got the lube and prepared us both for our lovemaking.  I gasped as the
cool salve as he fingered me and got me wet.  He was so loving and so
careful.  He slowly stretched me open, getting me ready for him.  Two
fingers, then three.  I relaxed under his gentle ministrations.  I grabbed
onto his steely hard cock and helped spread the cream all over him, too.
His hand and my hand worked in tandem luxuriating in his erection.  He
moaned, loving the feel of our hands touching each other's and jacking his
cock slowly and sensuously.  No condoms, but I knew I was clean and trusted
he was, too.

My other hand roamed his body, pulling at his nipples, stroking his
stomach, and fondling his big balls.  His other hand soon found my equally
hard and now dripping cock.  He jacked me slowly, but firmly, and
sensuously, varying his technique, making me moan, too.  I was getting even
hotter.  I finally had to beg, "Please Dad, please.  Make love to me.  I
need you."

He smiled and laid me on my back again.  He mounted me and then teased my
ass crack with his cock, toying with my hole.  Damn, was I ready.  I
finally arched my back, reached back, grabbed his cock, and thrust it into
my hole!  I suddenly felt like I was fucking myself with my Dad!

There was no pain.  He had prepared me so well.  Slowly, but inexorably, he
pushed deeper and deeper into me.  He felt so good in me that I started to
push my butt off the bed, trying to get even more of him in me.  Soon, he
hit bottom and then started to really make love to me.  His strong body
felt so good.  Our nipples continued to rub.  He kissed me again.  He
started to fuck me faster and our hard big balls started to slam together.

Suddenly he was a man possessed!  He slammed into me as strongly and
passionately as he could.  I had never had sex/made love like this.  The
sweat started to pour off of us again.  He then varied his tempo.  Hot cold
hard soft deep shallow fast slowÉ I lost track of time.  He pushed me on
my side and entered me again.  This position made him slow down and he
steadied into a regular tempo going deep into me and then nearly pulling
out all the way.  He kissed me again and held our bodies together in a
tight embrace.  I loved that and rested up a bit for what I knew would be
the conclusion coming soon.  And yes.

He motioned to me to get on my knees and soon was back in me fucking me
doggy style.  He grabbed my left nipple with one hand and jacked my cock in
the other while he started to fuck me hard and fast again.  His engorged
cock found my prostate in this position.  After minutes of this, I finally
couldn't take it anymore.  I did kegels with my butt and started to milk
his cock with my trench.  His gasp let me know this was new to him.  He
started to pant big time, out of breath, but jacked me even harder.  "Oh
fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck", I yelled.  After a whole night of edging I finally
came and came and came and came.  My spasming, clenching butt, grabbed his
cock once more.  I could feel him swell even more and then it was his turn.
"Oh shit, oh shit, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel!"  And then he flooded my butt
with cream!

We finally both collapsed on the bed, him still buried deep inside me, both
of us still panting from passion and fulfilled desire.

He finally regained his voice and said, "Daniel where did you learn to do
that with your butt?  No one has ever done that to me before."

I merely smiled.

Slowly we both came down from our climax.  We both softened and he finally
slipped out of me.  We both turned onto our sides, facing each other.  We
held each other, stroked each others' hair and softly stroked each other,
too.  I was so happy and so fulfilled.  Finally without quite knowing what
I was saying, I said, "Dad, I love you so very, very much."  He smiled and
said, "And Daniel I love you so very, very, much, too."  We sealed our
declaration with a very deep and long kiss that took both our breaths away.
After that we started to droop.  Before we gave in to the inevitable after
such an incredible evening and night, I asked, "Dad, will you be my lover?"
He smiled again and said, "Yes, Daniel, if you will be my lover."  I
returned his smile.  "Then hold me, sleep with me, and wake up with me in
the morning, loving me again", I said.  His smile became broader.  "I
promise, my lover."  And with that his breathing deepened, slowed, and
steadied.  A soft snore soon followed.  I knew I would soon follow him into
slumber.  But before I did I luxuriated in feeling his naked body against
mine.  I loved holding my sleeping lover tight in my arms, knowing that I
had satisfied him just as much as he had satisfied me.  And yes, Dad, we
are now lovers, you are mine and I am yours.  I love you, Dad.  And with
that final thought I knew nothing until morning.