Date: Tue, 20 Jul 2010 16:10:58 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Hunting For Daddy

Hunting For "Daddy"
By Ike

I discovered two things when I was 18 and a senior in high school. The
first was that I was adopted. I had always suspected this, since my parents
both had straight blond hair and blue eyes and I had very wavy black hair
and black eyes. My adopted father had died in an accident when I was 8, so
it had been just my mom and me for most of my life. When I applied for
colleges, I finally saw my birth certificate, and that's when I knew for
sure. My mother apologized for not telling me earlier, but she never could
think of how to do it with out Dad to help. She had been unable to have
children, and I was an answer to their prayers. I assured her I had had a
basically happy childhood, other than losing my father at a young age, and
that she had done a great job raising me. In my heart, I was glad that the
secret I had long suspected was finally out in the open.

I wanted to know more about the people who had created me. All my mother
knew about my birth parents was that they had been healthy, unmarried, and
very young. Although I loved my adopted mother very much, I began to
fantasize about my birth parents. An only child, I wanted to find out if I
had any brothers and sisters. There were times when I imagined having an
entire large family to make up for all the lonely years.

The other thing I discovered was man-to-man sex. The next door neighbors
had a 26 year old son who had served in the Marines in Vietnam. He lived in
an apartment over his parent's garage, and worked nights, so he was always
around when I came home from school to an empty house. I had always
idolized my big, he-man neighbor, Steve. He had been very nice to me all my
life. I had missed him for the years he was in the service and was happy
when he returned home. Not having a father to act as a role model, Steve
was like a big brother or an uncle to me. He smoked Kools cigarettes, so I
smoked Kools. He had been on the football team, so I played football. I had
my hair cut like his, and I even tried to dress like him. If I had been
able to, I would have grown a mustache like his.

Steve taught me all the stuff a dad would teach a son about how to be a
man, but treated me like a buddy. At my mother's request, he had explained
the facts of life to me when I was 13, using some raunchy porn magazines to
illustrate his lecture. I had gotten very excited and turned on, and Steve
realized that I had not discovered what he called "the true Great American
Past-time" - jerking off. He explained it in a light and fun way, and soon
we were sitting there beating our cocks and looking at the magazines
together, Steve`s muscular arm over my shoulder. Steve taught me how to
talk raunchy about sex with other guys, and how to curse fluently in
English and Vietnamese. About twice a month I would beg Steve to take out
his porn magazines so we could jerk off together. This went on even after I
started fucking girls when I was 16.

The summer after I graduated high school, Steve got me drunk during one of
our jerk off sessions and seduced me. As he swallowed my hard cock, I was
shocked, but when I realized that that quick blow job was better than all
the sex I had had with girls (and one older woman) in the previous two and
a half years, I relaxed and enjoyed myself. I quickly got into sex with
Steve, asking Steve for more the next day. That's when I sucked cock for
the first time, and I discovered that I loved it. I loved the feel of the
cock in my mouth; I loved the smell of the man's sweaty crotch and balls; I
loved the way my mouth and throat stretched as I took him in deeper, and I
really loved the taste of his rich load of cum. I became quite forceful,
and Steve soon had trouble keeping up with my sexual demands!

Two days later Steve asked me to fuck his ass, and then I was totally
hooked on mansex! I had never been in such a tight, hot hole, and I had
broken in a number of girl cherries. Steve was obviously very experienced,
and he was still tighter than any virgin girl ever was! I wanted to find
out what a cock in my ass was like, and I kept waiting for Steve to take my
virgin ass. But he seemed happy with my teenage cock up his butt two or
three times a day, and with sucking each other's cocks. I wanted a man to
really WANT my ass, and so I felt I couldn't just ask Steve to initiate me.

I found myself looking at men as potential sex partners, and became less
interested in women. After a few weeks, I told Steve I wanted to try sex
with other men, so he took me to a gay bar about ten miles from our
homes. Although there were a lot of hot young men around my age there, the
men I found most attractive were older, with an air of masculine
authority. Without any hesitation I selected Max, a big, burly 36 year old
truck driver, who agreed to come with us to Steve's place. Max knew what he
wanted and that was my tight young virgin ass. He didn't ask, he just took
it, and I loved being treated that way. I came without any other
stimulation than Max's big, fat prong pounding my ass nut. I then insisted
that Steve climb on for sloppy seconds, and I shot my second load from
being fucked. For the next month, the three of us spent a lot of time
together, usually with Max's whang up my ass while I screwed Steve.  Max
even took me along on one short trucking trip. Man, he kept my mouth and
ass busy! On the trip I discovered truck stops, rest stops, glory holes,
and the attraction of the tight asses of guys my own age.

September came, and I went off to college. I soon discovered where I could
find the kind of sex I wanted and needed. There was a "gay friendly" bar
about a mile from campus with a very blue-collar clientele, and I became a
regular there. I was very picky about the men I went home with. It was rare
for me to have sex with a guy close to my age; only when I was in the mood
to top a hot jock ass, or in a three way with the kind of older, forcefully
masculine stud I craved. On the whole, I was quite happy at college after I
discovered that my basically straight GI veteran jock roommate occasionally
went for a "walk on the wilde side".

When I turned 21, I was legally able to begin the search for my birth
parents, and I did so with mom's blessing. Before the Internet, finding
birth parents was difficult. It took me almost a year to convince the
adoption agency that had handled my case to give me any information. They
finally told me the name of the hospital where I was born. It was in Cold
Springs, a small factory town about 50 miles away from my home. I tried to
get the hospital to give me information over the phone and by mail, but
they refused. Having turned 22, I decided that I would spend the
approaching summer in Cold Springs, trying to find my birth parents.

I arrived by train on late on a rainy Friday afternoon in early July. I
must have looked lost, because the hot looking 40-ish stationmaster started
a conversation with me. (On the other hand, I did notice him checking me
out: a 6' tall college football player with that sexy "Steve" mustache I
had wanted to grow when I was teenager and thick, wavy black hair that fell
into my face.) When I told him I was looking for a place to stay, he told
me that there was only one hotel in town. "Not really a nice place,
son. It's next to a rough bar, and they tend to rent their rooms at an
hourly rate, if you catch my drift. But they do have a few nicer rooms they
save for longer-term visitors." He gave me directions on how to walk to the
Cold Springs Hotel. The rates for a long-term stay were reasonable, and
included breakfast with Mrs. Euphemia Parr, the owner, and her family. The
room even had a small private bath, and a TV. Mrs. Parr gave me a key to
the back door, telling me the door was locked after 1:00 AM, but I was
welcome to come and go as I please. I unpacked, took a shower and got
dressed in dry clothes. It was getting dark, and I was hungry. The bar next
door served food, so I decided to eat there, instead of going back out in
the rain to a diner down the road.

I felt at home in that bar. It was filled with the kind of men that really
turned me on - tough, hard working, mature, masculine men. I ate my meal at
a corner table, checking out the men as they wandered in as they got off
work, milking a beer with my food. Since it was a Friday night, the place
was pretty crowded, with hard drinking working men celebrating the end of a
hard week, and some women who, if they weren't exactly hookers, were at
least available for the price of a burger dinner and a few drinks. There
were also a few women I was sure were pros; Mrs. Parr's regular "hourly
rate" customers, I assumed.

Two men walked through the door and immediately got my attention. At first
I thought these studs were twins, or at least brothers, because they looked
so alike. They were both about 6'2", wearing construction hard hats, muddy
work boots and tool belts. They were both wearing shirts with the sleeves
torn off, unbuttoned down to their belt buckles. This revealed heavily
muscled arms and bodies, all covered with hair. Both had mustaches and
tanned faces, rough from exposure to the elements. One of them had an arm
covered with tattoos, while the other one seemed to have only one small
tattoo. They straddled two chairs and tossed their tool belts and hardhats
on the table, ordering a pitcher of beer from the waitress. Without their
hats, I could see that one with only one tattoo had black wavy hair while
the other's equally wavy hair was salt-and-pepper. I realized that they
were probably father and son.

I couldn't decide which one turned me on more. The younger one had a
relaxed, masculine air about him that I found exciting. The older one began
to flirt with one of the "non-professionals", eventually convincing her to
sit on his lap while they kissed. This didn't necessarily turn me off -
I've had sex with a lot of bi guys, and even participated in a few three
ways with "straight" couples, after I had make it clear that I expected to
take all the man`s loads for the night, while ready and willing to take
care of al the woman`s sexual needs. I noticed that although the son
laughed at his father's antics, he wasn't really checking out any of the
women. This could have meant he was happily married; but I didn't see a
ring. But when his eyes followed a hot man ass that walked by, I knew I had
a chance with this hot stud. I stared at him, but he seemed oblivious of my
attention.

About a half-hour later, the two of them got up, and headed for the door. I
was heartbroken, and stared at my empty plate. A hard hat and tool belt
landed on my table, and the son was straddling the chair opposite me. As
his leg went over the seat, I could see how well packed the crotch of his
worn and dirty jeans were. I gulped as I heard his deep voice, "Hi,
kid. You look like you're looking for some company. Mind if I join you?" I
nodded my head, afraid to speak. The waitress came over and placed a fresh
pitcher of beer on the table. The father was standing next to the table. Up
close I guessed that the father was about 55 or 60, and the son was about
35 or 40. The son was definitely handsomer than the father. The son held
out a big, muscular hand, "My name is Trey, and this old fart is my dad,
Junior."

"My name is Robbie." We all shook hands.

Junior told us,. "I'm headed home now. I'll see you later, son. Nice to
meet you, Robbie. Have fun, boys." He went to the door, where the woman he
had been kissing waited, and they walked out arm in arm.

Trey grinned at me. "Dad sure is some cocks-man. He gets laid more than any
man I know! But then, since he'll fuck ANY cunt, mouth or man-ass available
that ain`t jail bait, he has more choices available." Trey gave a hearty,
loud laugh that made my cock jump in my pants. I grinned back, slightly
shocked to hear him talk about his dad's bisexuality. "So, Robbie, how come
I ain't never seen you in here?"

"I just came to town today. I'm staying upstairs in Mrs. Parr's hotel while
I take care of some uh... family business."

Trey poured beer for both of us, and swigged down most of his mug in one
gulp. "Drink up, son. I wanna show you how friendly Cold Springs can be." I
felt his boot rubbing against my leg as he talked.

Picking up on his use of the word "son", I started to have a fantasy, so I
said "OK, Dad. Anything to make you happy." And pushed my leg firmly
against his foot.

He put his big hand on top of mine on the table, and whispered. "I got me a
feeling we're gonna become good fucking friends, son."

"Yeah, Dad, good FUCKING friends." He laughed his hearty laugh as he waved
two fingers at the waitress, and refilled our mugs with beer.

The waitress brought over a couple of double shots of whiskey. I grinned. I
had discovered boilermakers about 2 years earlier, and I loved them. I was
now sure Trey was trying to get me drunk to seduce me, but I was going to
make it clear as fast as I could that I was available, and preferred to be
more or less sober when we fucked. Before Trey could say anything, I picked
up the shot glass and downed all the whisky in one gulp. Winking at Trey, I
picked up my mug, and chugged it all down. As Trey imitated my actions, I
laughed, "Like father, like son, huh, Dad?" Trey almost choked on his beer
from laughing at that. I reached out my other hand and put it on top of
his. Trey stared at me for a few minutes. We just looked into each other's
eyes. I ran my foot up his leg towards his crotch.

Trey growled in a low voice, "Do you know what you're fucking getting into,
Robbie?"

"Yes, sir. Hopefully I'm getting into your fucking bed. Uh, you don`t mind
keep playing father and son, do you? It`s a hot fantasy scene for me."

He shook his head, grinning. "I always wanted a son as hot and handsome as
you, Robbie. I'll be proud to play your daddy tonight. Or any other night."

We sat there drinking beer and looking at each other. My hard on became
painful, and I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Trey lit a stogie. "Ready
to go home, Son?"

"Fuck, yeah, Dad. I`ve been ready for about ten fucking minutes."

We left the bar. It had stopped raining. Trey put his arm around my waist
as he led me to a beat up pickup truck in the dark parking lot. Just then,
the stationmaster got out of a car, and the look of disappointment when he
saw that I was going off with Trey in such an intimate way almost made me
laugh. I winked at the man, the joined Trey at his truck. We climbed in,
and Trey grabbed my shirt and pulled me to him, surprising me with a kiss
and a bear hug. I was aware of the stationmaster gawping at us in lust as
we kissed. I let him explore my mouth and throat with his tongue, dueling
his tongue with mine. I heard his zipper open as we kissed. "I want you to
know what you're getting yourself into, son." I looked down. His fat cock
was about 10 inches long, narrower at the head and wider at the base, and
it curved up. I dived down and in a few seconds, had my nose buried in his
pubic hairs. "Fuck, Son, you are one fucking good cocksucker!" I sucked him
for a few minutes until he pushed me away. "I wanna save that load for your
ass, Son."

"That's where I want it, Daddy." He started the truck and we drove off, his
strong arm around my shoulder, the station master disappointed by the end
of his sex show. We pulled into the driveway of an old house, behind
another pickup truck. The house was neat but plainly furnished. There was a
door open down the hall, and I could hear a woman groaning with passion
over the noises of vigorous fucking. I looked at Trey curiously.

"I share the house with the old man. I ignore his sex life and he ignores
mine. Well, that's not 100% true - if Dad finds my partner attractive, he
has been known to climb into bed with us. I hope that's no problem, kid."

"Fuck, no, Daddy. I think he's almost as hot as you are. I prefer mature
men."

We went upstairs to Trey's bedroom. There was a giant bed in the center of
the room. Trey sprawled into a big easy chair, relit his cigar, and told me
to strip slowly. I put on a little show for him, while he pulled off his
boots and socks. As my shirt came off, he commented: "Damn, you're almost
as fucking hairy as my dad and me, kid!" When I took off my pants, I
wiggled my jockstrap framed ass in his face, and I was treated to a wet
finger sliding deep into my sweaty ass. I stood still while Trey grunted in
pleasure, finger fucking me. He stopped and growled, "Take off the jock,
son." I turned. Trey had stood up as I was bent over sliding the jockstrap
off my feet. He had ripped off his shirt and pants. He whirled me around,
then grabbed me in a bearhug, kissing me. He picked me up and put me on the
edge of the bed. When he stepped back, we could see how similar our cocks
were. Although I only swing about 8 1/2", it was curved just like his, and
also tapered from a narrow head to a fat base. My dick was almost as fat as
Trey's, too. He commented on how much alike we looked naked, as he pulled
my head forward, pushing his cock between my eager lips and down my throat.

Trey pulled away, and surprised me by diving down and swallowing my cock in
one stroke. He was a great cock sucker, and I had to stop him within a few
minutes. We climbed into the center of the bed, and I whispered to him,
"Dad, my ass is hot for your big dick. Fuck the shit out of me, Daddy. Any
way you want, as long as you want, until you fill my ass with your
cum. Then, I want you to fuck my throat so I can taste your fucking cum!"

Trey kneeled between my legs as he greased his cock. He put my legs on his
shoulders, and teased my ass lips with his cock head. I was too hot to
wait, and rammed my ass back, taking about 4 inches of his big cock into my
ass. I sighed in contentment at that, which brought a grin to Trey's
handsome face. "You like that, kid, don't ya'?"

"Daddy, I love the feel of your cock in my ass. Now, really give it to me,
Dad, Really plow into me!"

Trey needed no further invitation, and soon I was getting the ass fucking
of my young life time. His cock felt like it was made for my ass. The
narrow head meant that there was no pain when he entered me, and the fat
base meant I really got stretched. The couple of guys who's cherries I'd
popped (including my roommate) had told me the same thing about my cock,
too. I was moaning and thrashing my head in passion in no time, and Trey
was cursing up a storm. I wrapped my legs around his ass to make sure he
got in as deep as he could. We stared into each other's eyes as he screwed
me better than any man ever had, the head of his cock rubbing over my
prostate with each stroke.

It seemed like he fucked me for hours. I felt like I was high on some
drug. Suddenly, I felt that feeling in my balls that meant I was going to
cum. Before I could say anything, Trey grunted. "Get ready for my fucking
load, son!" That was all I needed! I sprayed his hairy chest with my
load. The spasms of my ass set him off, and I felt his load fill my guts as
he shouted "YEAH, SON! Take your Daddy's fucking load!" He grabbed me into
a deep kiss as he big cock slowly deflated in my ass and finally slipped
out. We lay down next to each other, kissing, and drifted off to sleep.

It was still dark when I woke to Trey biting my nipples. I grabbed his head
to let him know I was enjoying the rough treatment, although I think he
already knew it from my growing hard on. Trey straddled my body, and pushed
my head towards his beautiful dick. I licked the head while he cursed,
until he begged me to suck his cock. I pushed on his ass to let him know I
wanted my face fucked, and he began to slowly fuck my face as he leaned on
the headboard. I pushed to try to get him to speed up. He chuckled in his
chest. The deep sound made me shoot out a stream of pre-cum. "No, Son,
Daddy wants to take his time on this one. And don't you fucking jerk off,
son, I want to taste your load, too." I used my throat muscles on his
beautiful cock, which was perfect for my throat, too. After about 10
minutes, Trey shifted around, and soon we were in a hot 69, with three of
his big fingers in my still greased ass. He reached down and encouraged me
to put a finger in his ass, which I discovered he had already greased, and
soon I had three fingers in his ass, too.

We kept at it, and in less time than I wanted, Trey unloaded into my
mouth. He had the best tasting cum I had ever tasted! That was all it took,
and I unloaded in his mouth as he groaned in pleasure. We sucked each other
dry, but we both stayed hard. Trey had me get on all fours, and I pleaded
with his to ram it into me hard and fast. He did, and I yelled "Oh, yeah,
Daddy! Fuck your boy's ass hard!" We began to talk dirty like that to each
other. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure in my ass. Suddenly,
I smelled a man's crotch near my nose. I opened my eyes, and a hard cock
almost identical to Trey's, with graying pubic hair, was bobbing in front
of my eyes.

"Oh, yeah, two Daddies to use me!" I shouted. Trey and his dad chuckled as
I swallowed Junior's cock to the root. It was about 9 inches long, and
fatter than Trey's, also curved with a narrow head and a fat base. I was in
heaven as Junior grabbed my head and began to fuck my face and Trey began
to fuck my ass faster and harder. It all proved too much for me, and I
grunted around Junior's cock as I dumped my load on the bed. "Yeah, Son,
your ass is so fucking hot when you cum. I'm... I'm.. FUCK, SON, TAKE YOUR
DADDY'S FUCKING LOAD!

Trey unload in my ass, and then ate his own load out of my ass while Junior
slowed his strokes into my throat to watch. Junior muttered "Pretty ass. I
want some of that. Is that OK with you, Robbie?"

I let go of his cock and shouted "FUCK, YEAH!" I rolled onto my back and
spread my legs. "Fuck the shit out of me, man! My Daddy just filled my ass,
and now HIS daddy is gonna fucking do it, too!" When Junior looked puzzled,
Trey quietly explained we were playing "Father and Son" tonight.

Junior grinned. "OK, kid. Get ready for your granddaddy's fat cock."

He rammed it into me and I howled as his fatter dick stretched me
more. "Oh, YEAH! I love it, Granddad!" Junior was as good in bed as Trey
had said he was, and soon I was writhing under him in passion as I got
ready to shoot another load.

As my ass spasmed, Junior growled "Oh, fuck yeah! I love a man's ass when
he shoots his juice. Oh, FUCK!" and he filled my ass with his load as I
shot on his hairy chest, and got some on my chest. Junior surprised me by
licking up my cum from my body before forcing my head to his chest to clean
it off. The two of us fell into the bed, sharing a cigarette while Trey
climbed between my legs and ate his father's load from my ass!

Exhausted, I asked Trey to take me back to the hotel. "I don't want to be
the object of gossip my first day in town," I chuckled. We made a date for
the next night as I got out and let myself into the hotel's back door, and
slept a deep, satisfied sleep.

At about 8 AM, Mrs. Parr knocked on my door and invited me to breakfast,
where I met her three children. Carl had just turned 20, and was very
handsome. He worked at one of the local factories, which had allowed him to
built quite a hot body. I could tell he was very cocky, but he also seemed
friendly. Alex was not quite 17, still in high school, and promised to be a
heartbreaker like Carl when he finished growing. Susan was 14, and a cute
kid. They all made me feel at home. Carl asked me, "What brings you to our
fair town, the arm pit of the state?" Laughing, I explained my mission to
him. "Maybe I can help. One of my girlfriends works in the records office
at the hospital.

I grinned at him. "ONE of your girlfriends?"

He grinned back "Yeah, I got two, and they both know about each other. They
are in a friendly competition to see which one can get me to settle down
and get married. I'm in no rush to let them know which one I prefer. But I
have a date with the one who works at the hospital for lunch at the diner,
so you come along and I'll introduce you to her."

I turned to Mrs. Parr and said: "You look too young to be the mother of
such old children, Mrs. Parr." She blushed "I got married young. And call
me Euphemia, Robbie." We all chatted happily after that, and Carl and I
retired to the hotel lobby to smoke cigarettes after the meal. Alex joined
us, and we bullshitted about sports, discovering we were all fans of the
same football and baseball teams.

Carl's girlfriend Sarah promised to help me in my quest. I gave her all the
details I had, such as my date of birth and blood type. On the way back to
the hotel, Carl confessed that when he was ready to settle down, it would
be with Sarah. "I keep dating Mary because she gives great head, and to
keep Sarah interested. But I really do love Sarah." Jokingly, I threatened
to take Sarah away from him, and he gave me a friendly punch in the arm as
he grinned at me and said "I know you won't `cause I saw you leave the bar
with Junior Samuels last night, and I know what that means." A wave of fear
washed over me, but he reassured me: "It doesn't matter to me, or anyone in
town. It's almost a rite of passage for the young men in town to give Trey
or Junior a tryout when you turn 18, just to see what it's like. I'll be
honest - I tried them both, and spent about 4 more nights with Trey, until
I decided I liked pussy better. So I know why you looked so tired this
morning, you fucking horndog! Knowing those two, I`m surprised you can sit
in a chair!"

I had another passion filled night with Trey, and Junior joined us again
later. This time, Trey had me fuck him while Junior screwed my already well
fucked ass, sloshing in on the load Trey had just deposited in me. I
wondered if I was in danger of falling in love with Trey. I was definitely
in love with his beautiful curved horn, his masculine aura, and his
willingness to do anything to make me happy in bed.

Monday, I went to the hospital. Sarah was excited when I met her. "I think
I found it! A Euphemia Browne had a baby boy on the date of your birth, and
he was the only boy born that day here." She handed me a Xerox copy of a
birth certificate. I sat there in shock. How many women named Euphemia
could there be in one small town? My silence must have gotten Sarah
thinking, because she muttered "Oh, my.. Euphemia." I swore her to silence,
telling her that it might be a different Euphemia who moved away, but that
if it was Mrs. Parr, it was her decision to make as to whether or not she
would recognize me publicly.

I walked slowly back to the hotel, and went into the bar to have lunch. I
ended up having a couple of boilermakers to steel myself for my
conversation with my birth mother. When I came into the back door, Euphemia
was cooking in the kitchen. I asked her if there was a place where we could
talk privately. She led me into her bedroom. Before I could say anything,
she said: "So, you know." I nodded. "I knew who you were the second you
showed up at my door. You're the spitting image of your daddy. He was my
boyfriend in high school, but we were only 15 when I got knocked up, and
our folks wouldn't let us get married. I wanted to keep you, but my parents
forced me to give you up for adoption. He was real supportive of me, but by
the time you were born, we had discovered that we were not really in love,
and broke up, although we're still good friends. I spoke to him on the
phone this morning to tell him you were looking for us."

I gulped, "Euphemia, who's my father?" "

"His name is Robert Jonathan Samuels the third. Which would make you `the
fourth`, I guess. But we all call him Trey." I stared at her in shock. She
looked at me with a puzzled expression. I thought fast, and said, "I met
him and his dad on Friday in the bar and had a few drinks with him."

She smiled. "Didn't you see how similar you too are? The same wavy black
hair, the same green eyes. Even your mustaches look alike."

I shook my head. "It didn't sink in. I know that he and Junior look alike,
but..." I looked in the mirror over the dresser. Suddenly, I could see what
she was talking about. "Son of a bitch! I do look just like them."

Euphemia laughed and said "And you have a potty mouth like him, too. Don't
you curse in front of your mamma, boy." I looked at her with tears in my
eyes, and she gathered me into her arms. We cried for a while.

That night, I was invited to dinner. So was Junior and Trey, who couldn't
stop grinning at me. Euphemia announced to her kids I was their missing
brother. She had told them about me, and her regret in giving me up, years
earlier. I was accepted as a member of the family. I called my "real"
mother to tell her I had found my birth parents, and that they accepted
me. She encouraged me to spend the summer with them if I was invited, to
get to know my brothers and sister. I moved in with Trey and Junior, and we
had a great sex life.



They even got me a job working construction with them. By the time the
summer was over, everyone in Cold Springs knew I was Euphemia and Trey's
son, and I had loads of friends in town. I went back to my senior year with
a much better body than I had left with, which made my football coach a
very happy man.

When I finished college, I got a teaching job in Cold Springs High School,
and moved in with my daddy and granddaddy. I made some friends in town. I
found that the handsome station master had been sexually attracted to me,
and we had a short affair, and I had one with an older teacher at the
school.

I became close friends with my siblings. Carl had me and Alex as "co-best
men" when he finally married his Sarah, and they asked me to be the
godfather of their first child. Trey admitted to me one night that he not
only loved me as his son, but he was in love with me as a man, for the
first time in his life. I admitted that I felt the same way, and I stopped
sleeping in my bedroom.

Junior is gone now, but my Daddy and I are still lovers, bringing in other
guys on rare occasions to keep our sex life spiced up. Our sexual
relationship is no longer a secret in town, but we are both liked and
respected by everyone, and the fact that Trey is my actual father is
ignored. Man, am I glad I looked for my Daddy!

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