Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2006 02:58:41 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Finding Comfort With Daddy

This is a complete work of fiction depicting legally aged and family-related
males having sex with one another.  If this offends you, please stop now.

Feedback always welcome - suggestions appreciated, requests considered.
Thanks for reading!


        It had been a complete disaster.
	I'd met a guy in a chat room on the Internet about six weeks ago.  We'd
talked for a long while the first night about this and that but nothing
really serious.  After a while, it had gotten to be a habit.  Our
conversations got longer and longer, pictures were exchanged and finally, we
talked to each other on the phone.  He had a nice voice and we made one
another laugh.  Two more weeks of talking on the phone and we decided to
meet.  It was a mutual decision and the first thing I did when I got off the
phone was run downstairs and tell my Dad.
	He was very cool about it.  Making dinner was one of my dad's special
things that he did for the two of us.  I think it was because he only had me
every other weekend and when I was here, he wanted to do something special
for me.  It wasn't necessary but he liked doing it, so I let him.  The
divorce had been hardest on him and after my mom had decided to get married,
I found out why.  My dad was gay...just like I was. Or rather, I was gay, just
like dad since he was older.
	"You're careful about this guy, right?" Dad said, looking up at me over the
island as he cut potatoes into wedges.  "I mean, you're not going to meet a
psycho?"
	"No." I told him with a smile. "It's been nine weeks, dad.  I think he's a
solid guy."  I finished and with Dad's blessing, got ready to go meet this
Internet guy for coffee.  His name was Daniel.  "I'll be back for dinner!" I
said on the way out.
	Daniel was just what his picture showed but after a few minutes of us being
in the same space, it was very clear that we had little to say in person.
It dawned on me that everything that we'd had to say to one another had
already been said on the phone and there was little to talk about now that
we were both face to face like this.  We had coffee but that was all.
Without anything to really talk about, the date sort of died on the vine and
to top it all off, Daniel expected me to pay for the double-latte he had and
the two mochas he took with him.
	On the way home, I tried not to cry but damn it, it wasn't supposed to be
like this.  In my head, I'd built up the scenario of how we were going to
hit it off and start dating like a real couple and...I don't know, get married
or some shit.  I should have known better! Daniel was older than me and a
little more experienced about this kind of thing.  I felt stupid for having
fallen for everything he told me.
	When I got home, I went to my room and quietly closed the door.  Going into
my bathroom, I ran a shower and took off my jeans and shirt.  I had kicked
off my shoes on the way in here and I stood there in front of the mirror,
looking at myself.  Wasn't I nice enough looking?  I had an average build
with muscle where it needed to be and not too much, at that.  Like dad, I
had a nice dark blond covering of hair on my chest that dusted down my
stomach and legs.  I was an alright guy in the body department.  Maybe my
sandy blond hair was too long, I thought as I brushed it off my face.  Were
my green eyes too green? Maybe the goatee wasn't as cool as I thought when I
grew it.  Did I need a mustache to go with it?  What was wrong with me?
	I swiped again at my eyes, I was crying again.  Rejection wasn't my deal, I
thought.  Taking a towel from my closet there, I put it on the rack and
pulled the shower curtain aside, stepping inside.  I sniffed a bit and took
the soap from the small alcove at the top of my shower.  Showering seemed to
calm me and that's what I needed.  I just needed to calm down, that's all.
	On a whim, I took my razor and shaved my balls again -- clearing away the
day-long growth in several strokes.  Running my balls and cock under the
warm water sent a surge of something through me and I shivered at the
feeling of wonderful pleasure after such a crappy day.
	Finally stepping out of the shower, I turned off the water and took the
towel from the hook to ruffle it through my hair.  Still standing in the
tub, I started drying my body and when it was smooth and waterless, I
stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist before going into my room
to throw it on the back of a nearby chair and tossing myself across the bed
on my stomach.
	I thought about Daniel.  What had gone so wrong there? Hadn't we talked
forever and agreed on so much?  I thought we had.  Tears came again and I
just lay there, feeling stupid, rejected and somehow retarded.  I'd never
really dated before and this dude had really ruined me on the whole idea for
a long time. I'd probably see other guys again, sure, but not for a while.
This was enough for me for a while.  Still, I cried.  It hurt still.
	"You alright, son?"
	I turned to the door, never getting up off the bed.  Dad was standing in
the door with a hand towel and a puzzled look on his face.  He came into the
room, fluid of movement and direct of purpose.  I looked into my own face
but older.  Green eyes were clouded a bit by concern, a mustached mouth was
bent in determination to find out what was wrong with me.  His blue Polo
shirt was dusted with flour and his jeans had some of the same on the front.
	"I'm okay, Dad." I said, letting my head go back to the mattress.
	"This guy you met, it didn't go well?"
	"No."
	"Do you want to talk, son?"
	"I don't think so, Dad." I said, my voice breaking and tears flowing all
the fuck over again!  "I just want to be by myself."
	I felt the heavy weight of Dad's hand on my back.  It wasn't intruding but
I didn't know what to do with it.  If only he wouldn't say anything.  No "I
told you so", nothing that would make me feel worse.  The hand? I didn't
mind.  There didn't need to be any words at all, to be honest...and none came.
  Just the comforting weight of Dad's hand on my back, the middle of my back
where it started to feel hot was all I felt.  Even the tears seemed to be
dissolving but not completely.
	The bed dipped as Dad sat on it.  The weight of his hand shifted to my
upper back and to my left shoulder.  He rubbed my shoulders, not saying a
word.  With this tender gesture, I thought of Daniel and the tears started
again.  They turned suddenly into sobs, wracking sobs and I moved my head to
Dad's jean-covered leg, not having to move far.  My hand slid into the inner
part and I held onto him.
	Still no words between us, I sobbed, my tears soaking Dad's jeans.  I
didn't know what to say, really.  There were no words that could convey how
I felt at this moment.  Daniel's being a dick had little to do with Dad's
actions but somehow they were intertwined. My hand held tightly to the
inside of his leg and I felt muscle beneath his jeans.  I needed that
solidity, I needed to know I was alright and that I wasn't alone.
	I looked up into Dad's face, feeling his hand drop from my shoulders.  He
just looked down at me and I smiled up at him.  He smiled back to me and I
sat up, readjusting myself.  Somehow I felt ashamed for crying but not for
the feelings associated with them.  My head fell a bit and Dad's hand came
up under my face and lifted it to him.  I wondered what he was going to say
to me but there was nothing.  The room was suddenly alive with silence.  My
own eyes locked with his and I saw that his mouth wasn't even near moving
but I heard the words of concern he longed to say.  The hand under my chin
was warm.
	The next few seconds were like I'd stepped out of myself and was watching
from over dad's shoulder.  I saw myself lean forward and I saw Dad lean
toward me.  Somewhere in the middle of us leaning, we met and our lips
touched beautifully!  It was light but the damage had been done and as we
parted, there were still no words.  The look in my father's eyes gave
nothing away but I wanted to know what he felt.  Looking down, I saw that
his hand was halfway between the two of us and I reached for it.  Slowly, I
moved it toward me and he didn't resist.
	My tears subsided a bit as I held my Dad's hand in mine and put it to my
cheek.  Instantly, it curled along my face and I leaned forward, moving
toward him.  His other hand rested on my shoulder and slipped down to pull
me to him.  I moved without word to rest my head against his chest, the
rough fabric of his shirt scrapping against my face.  My hand moved around
his back as dad's own did the same around mine.  Holding me for a long
moment, neither he nor I moved in the slightest.
	I heard my father's gentle, even heartbeat.  In and out, his chest took in
and let out air and the rhythm was hypnotic.  There was a hard softness to
this movement and it was soothing for me.  My naked body was being held
tightly in his arms and there was nowhere I wanted to be than here in my
father's embrace.  There was a comfort here that I had never been able to
find anywhere else.
	Warm hands ran the length of my back and as I sat there, pressed against my
father's equally warm body, I started experiencing the strangest sensation.
Chills along my arms were first and then a warm tingling in my stomach.
	With testing fingers, I ran a hand down Dad's body and up under his shirt.
When my fingers touched flesh, the tingling in my stomach spread through my
body and I felt myself responding to him deep in my crotch.  My fingers
found thick fur and my cock jumped to spite myself.  Again, neither of us
said anything and so, my hand went farther, gathering the fabric of his
shirt as I went.
	Dad's hands left me and I pulled his shirt off.  Looking him in the face, I
saw nothing that told me to stop.  Putting his shirt to my face, I inhaled
the smell and it was intoxicating.  Again, I looked him in the face and I
smiled at him.  When he smiled back, I leaned forward and replaced my face
against his furry, rigidly muscled chest.  My hands wrapped around him and I
hugged him close to me.  The smell of his shirt clung to his pectoral
muscles and now, so did I.
	His hands were running along my back again and I forgot for a moment the
pain I felt over Daniel.  For a few seconds, I felt the tears again but they
subsided as I looked back at my father and he looked at me.
	I kissed him again, letting my arms wrap around his neck.  Dad's hands held
me tightly as he returned the kiss.  When the kiss was finished, he stood,
leaving me sitting on the bed.  He looked down at me and I thought for sure
he would leave, then.  There would be harsh words on how I'd overstepped my
bounds and I really didn't want to hear it.  I didn't want the rejection I'd
had with Daniel.  I bowed my head, not really wanting to hear those words
and again, I felt tears run hot down my cheeks as I drew my legs up and
wrapped my arms around them.  It had been foolish to start this with him and
I would have to pay for this later.
	True to my fears, Dad turned and left the room without a word.  Pulling his
discarded shirt to me, I lay over on the bed, wishing that I hadn't done
what I'd done with either Daniel or my father.  How could I have been so
stupid, I thought as I cried into dad's shirt and the pillow I pulled to me.
	Warm air ran along my neck seconds before strong hands slipped under my
neck and bent legs to lift me up.
	"What?" I said as I was turned over in those arms to look into my father's
face.
	He said nothing still as he carried me out of my door and down the small
space of hallway into his room.  Placing me as gently on his bed as he'd
picked me up from mine, I noticed that the sheets had been turned back and a
soft lamp on his dresser flooded the room in a soft glow.  It was as my
father went to stand at the foot of his bed that I noticed that he was...nude.
	His hands took hold of my ankles and pulled me toward him.  He spread my
legs using my ankles and climbed onto the bed, an almost catlike grace about
his movements.  Nestling between my legs, he lifted my smooth balls and put
them into his mouth, making me squirm a bit and moan softly.  A soft tongue
swiped along the wrinkled skin and I reached for his head but he evaded me.
Still he said nothing as he let by balls slip from his mouth and then he
moved along the shaft of my cock.
	"Dad..."
	At the head, he swallowed me in one motion and I was stunned.  This wasn't
his first time.  He didn't scrape me with his teeth when he pulled his head
up nor when he pushed it back down.  With strong suction, he pulled the
pre-cum from me and I shuddered all over.
	"Are you sure that we should..." I started but felt a gentle finger cross my
lips.
	Lips pressed against mine and dad's tongue slipped between them as his
hands slipped under my body to lift me up.  His legs were moving between
mine and I knew what he was doing.  I was hardly a virgin but this was
different than anyone else had been.  When the kiss ended and his hands had
lifted me up off the bed and against him, one of them left me and moments
later, I felt warm liquid sliding along my asshole.
	"You're going to fuck me?" I whispered, excitement in my voice.  "You're
really going to fuck me with your cock? The same cock that made me is going
to fuck me?"
	I slid my right leg up and over Dad's hip.  I wanted him...I wanted this!
	The plum-smooth head of my father's prick touched my greased asshole.  His
fingers still worked at the edges of it and I took in a deep breath.  Soft
moans came from my eager mouth and my hands roamed his back, feeling the
muscles ripple in preparation.  He was going to go through with this.  His
legs moved and mine were pushed apart a bit farther, my right leg going
higher up on his hip.
	"Yes, dad...yes." I whispered and still he said nothing.  "I'm ready,
daddy...so ready to take your cock."
	I didn't know what was going on with me.  Somewhere, I'd always wanted
this.  The comments to dad back and forth on all the different trips we'd
taken together came back to me.  Things I'd said to him when he was getting
out of the shower about his ass, his chest, the ruddy-brown of his nipples,
the mat of hair that now scraped deliciously along my chest and the sweet
hardness of his cockhead -- it all came back to me as this was being pressed
against me right now.
	"Oh dad..." I whispered, my voice barely audible in the room.  "That's
sweet...oh yeah, dad.  Put that cock into me." I said to him, urging him by
pushing my hips forward and thrilled when he took the hint and pushed his
head into me.
	A soft gasp came from him as he inched into me.  With each soft movement, a
softer moan came from him.  When he was fully inside of me, he eased me back
onto the pillow, but didn't take his arms from me.  He began a rocking
movement, sliding into and out of me and creating a warm rhythm of
lovemaking.  I'd stopped urging him on with words and used the undulation of
my hips as the only "sound".
	My own prick was pulsing between us, oozing pre-cum all over our stomachs.
	No condoms, no clothes and no words separated us as my father's cock slid
in and out of my willing ass.  Both of my legs were wrapped tightly around
his hips and my hands worked furiously on his nipples as his mouth kissed
along my neck, nibbled my ears and locked onto my lips from time to time,
slipping his tongue into my mouth to fight with my own before withdrawing to
lap at my own nipples.  His teeth teased them too and my cock responded each
time with another mini-flood of cum.  Soft moans escaped us both and they
were escalating.
	The bed creaked then with my father's increased rhythm.  His cock was
literally throbbing inside of me, jerking slightly and swelling with
impending release.  I hung onto his back, pulling him into me, wanting him
inside me when it happened.  My own cock was close, too -- just the grinding
of our bodies together bringing me to the same place.
	"Oh...fuck, son."
	Dad's voice was a harsh whisper in my ear before his mouth closed on mine,
his tongue spearing into my mouth at the same time that his swollen cock did
the same to my ass.  Holding tighter to him, I felt the first shock of cum
shoot up into me and splash all over my insides.  The moan he released at
the same time was swallowed up by our kiss.  He sucked at my tongue as he
came -- and I moaned my acceptance of his seed!
	"Daddy..." I managed when the kiss broke.  "Oh...daddy..."
	His hand gripped me as he pulled back a bit, rough fingers sliding along
the head of my swollen prick.  I had a moment to see his smirking face
before I closed my eyes tightly against the wave of pleasure I found myself
riding as I shot white ropes of cum all over my chest and...chin.  I tasted
the hint of salt as I shot again and opened my mouth to try and catch some
of it.
	"Yeah, baby." Dad said as he helped it along, scooping up the dripping
stuff and feeding it to me.  "Oh, daddy's little man's  load is good, huh?"
he said, feeding me more.  "Feel better, baby boy?" He went on, still
holding me in his arms.
	I nodded, kissing him again.  "How did you know?"
	"You're my son." He simply said, holding me close as he rolled over onto
the bed.  "I can feel your pain even if you don't voice it.  I couldn't
stand that someone had hurt you.  I wanted you to know it doesn't always
have to hurt."
	I snuggled my father, then...the fur on his chest warm and soft against my
face.  My arm snaked through his and I held him to me.  I knew as I drifted
off to sleep that I had found a kind of comfort here...in Daddy's arms...and I
would find it again, and again, and again.