Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2013 22:08:59 -0600
From: Jim Vance <jimvance2@hotmail.com>
Subject: Movie Star Dad 1-2

                       Movie Star Dad
                        By Jim Vance
                 Copyright 2013 by Jim Vance
                   jimvance2@hotmail.com

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                             One
   I  never knew my father until I was thirteen years old. I
lived with my mom and she would not talk about him and would
not  let  me talk about his. I did not even know  his  name!
Well his first name, anyway. I was happy but I did miss him.
I  imagined what he was like and sometimes fantasized  about
doing  things with him like camping and fishing. My mom  got
angry  when I asked about him, so I quickly learned  not  to
ask.
   My  mom had a sister who lived near us. When I was at her
house, if Mom wasn't around, I would ask her about him.  She
told  me  that he had always been nice to her and  that  she
liked  him. I asked why they had divorced. My aunt  said  my
mother  had never told her the reason. Just that  she  hated
his  fucking guts. My aunt actually said fucking  to  me.  I
asked what he looked like once and she brought out her photo
album. I thought he was the handsomest man I'd ever seen and
I said so. He looked like a movie star and I thought that if
he was my husband, I would never let him go.
   My  aunt  said  "Maybe he was too good  looking  and  was
cheating  on  your mom." At the time I thought cheating  was
breaking  the rules in a game, so that didn't  seem  like  a
good reason to get a divorce. Especially not from him!
   I  saw  one picture in my aunt's album of him and Mom  in
swimsuits. He was muscular and had a hairy chest. I got hard
looking at the picture. Once when my aunt wasn't looking,  I
took the picture out of her album and took it home with  me.
From  that point on, I always beat off looking at my dad.  I
wondered  what  that  lump in his swim  trunks  looked  like
without the suit. I imagined myself pulling his trunks  down
slowly until I could see his cock. I would imagine he  would
say something like `Do you like that, son?' I would have the
most intense orgasms when I imagined having sex with him.  I
guessed it was because it was incest and forbidden.
   I  often  told  my  aunt I missed not  having  a  dad.  I
remember  she said once "It's a shame your mom is taking  it
out  on  you.  Just because they broke up is no  reason  you
can't see your father."
   I  started  to  tell my mom that once and  before  I  got
started  she  said that if I mentioned my  father  one  more
time,  I  would get a spanking. So I never did. I  contented
myself with looking at the few pictures my aunt had of  him.
I spent a lot of time looking at those photos.
   Once  my aunt told me "When you are older, you'll be able
to contact him yourself."
   When  I  was thirteen, one day when I got back home  from
school, my aunt was at our house and she was crying. It took
a  while before she was able to tell me my mom had died in a
car  accident. We both cried for days. I stayed at my aunt's
house.
   The   day  after  the  funeral,  my  aunt  said  she  had
contacted my father and he wanted me to live with  him.  She
asked  me  if I wanted to. I practically screamed yes.  Late
that  night my aunt woke me up and said my father was there.
It was almost midnight.
   "Do you want to see him now, or in the morning?"
   "Now!"
   I  got  up and he was sitting in her living room. He  was
really excited to see me. He started crying and hugging  me.
It  was  so  wonderful.  He kissed  me  all  over  my  face,
including  my lips. Dad was even more handsome than  in  his
photos. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes.
   "I  missed  you  so much, son. I wanted  to  see  you  so
badly, but your mom wouldn't allow it."
   "I  missed you too, Dad. I always wondered what you  were
like and the things we would have done together."
   "Do you remember me at all from when you were little?"
   "No.  I've just seen Aunt Jen's pictures of you. How  old
was I when you left?"
   "You  were three. Your mom wouldn't even let you look  at
pictures of me?"
   Aunt  Jen  said "No. No one was allowed to  mention  your
name or even imply you existed."
   "Thanks, Jen."
   "You  are  welcome.  It  broke  my  heart  hearing  Tommy
imagining the things you two would do together. I wanted  so
much to help you two get reacquainted. But I knew Lisa would
never forgive me."
   "Tommy,  I  would like for you to come live with  me,  if
you  want  to. I've already talked it over with  Jen  and  I
decided it should be your choice. We would both be happy  to
have you."
   "Dad? What's your name?"
   He  started crying then. He called Mom a stupid bitch.  I
was kind of shocked, but then she didn't like him either.
   "You were named after me, Tommy. I'm Tom."
   "I want to live with you, Dad."
   We  gathered up my things that night and left in his  car
just as the sun was rising.
   It  was a six hour drive to Dad's apartment. I slept most
of  the  way leaning against him with his arm around  me.  I
loved the way he smelled.
   "We're home, Tommy."
   I  looked  around. It was a very nice apartment  complex.
We  carried  my things into his apartment. He showed  me  my
bedroom, but said he hadn't bought a bed yet. He asked if  I
would mind sleeping with him until he got one.
   "Really? I can really sleep with you?"
   Dad laughed and said "Sure. For as long as you like."
   I hugged him.
   "Don't you have a girlfriend or anyone?"
   "No, Tommy."
   We  put  my things in my new bedroom. Then Dad showed  me
around the apartment.
   When he was showing me his bedroom, he said "This is  our
bed."  I  happy  to  hear  him  say  that.  Then  I  started
wondering.  I couldn't very well beat off in bed anymore.  I
decided sleeping with him was worth it.
   "Whoey!  I'm  all sweaty! I think I'll have  a  beer  and
then a shower. Do you want a beer?" Dad asked.
   "Sure!" Dad was very, very different from Mom.
   Dad  walked into the kitchen and came back with two  beer
bottles. He handed me one.
   Suddenly  I  worried.  "You aren't going  to  be  driving
soon, are you, Dad? I mean Mom."
   Dad  hugged  me.  "No. I promise to be  careful.  OK?"  I
nodded.
   He  drank  his beer and I drank some of mine. It  was  my
first beer. It tasted odd, but I had always heard it was  an
acquired taste. I drank some more.
   Dad sat on the sofa and I did, too.
   "Do I smell bad?" Dad asked.
   "No. Why?"
   "You are sitting as far away from me as you can."
   "I am nervous, Dad."
   "I  can  understand  that completely.  It's  one  of  the
reasons I offered you a beer."
   I  smiled  at him and moved closer to him. I  drank  some
more of my beer.
   "What  do you like to do, Tommy? When I was your  age,  I
spent most of the day jacking off." I laughed.
   "I have to stop to eat sometimes, Dad." He laughed.
   "I know. It's so inconvenient."
   "Do  you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? I don't  even
know if you are straight or gay."
   I decided to blurt it out. "I think I'm gay."
   "That's just fine with me."
   "Is it really?"
   "Yes, Tommy. I have had sex with several men."
   I looked at him. "You have?"
   "Yes.  I am bisexual. So it really doesn't matter  to  me
if  you are gay. Actually, I think I prefer it. If you  were
straight,  you  would probably disapprove of  me."  I  could
understand that.
   I smiled at him. "I never told Mom."
   "That's  probably a good idea. I can't imagine her  being
happy about it." Dad drank the rest of his beer.
   "Finish yours and I'll get you another one."
   I drank it down quickly and handed him the bottle.
   "I'm afraid two is your limit, Tommy."
   I grinned. "That's OK, Dad."
   The  beer  was  giving me a little buzz. I looked  around
the room. I was glad Dad was so cool about everything. I had
trouble  understanding  why he married  Mom.  They  were  so
different.
   Dad brought the beers and sat down.
   I  leaned back and he put his arm around me and pulled me
over  to him. I grinned at him and scooted closer. I  leaned
against him.
   "Now that is much better," he said.
   "I agree."
   "So, do you have a boyfriend?"
   "No. How about you?"
   "No. I would have to say I am not lucky at love."
   "Well, you have a son that loves you."
   "Oh, baby. Thank you." Dad kissed the side of my head.
   Dad  had his arm around me and I leaned over more against
him.
   "It's so nice being here with you, Dad."
   "I  agree. I'm sorry you lost your mom, but in a way, I'm
glad. I might have never known you."
   Dad rubbed my chest and I drank some more of my beer.
   I  sighed  and  Dad pressed his face behind  my  ear.  He
kissed my ear. Then he rubbed his face around there. It  was
very  erotic, but I figured he didn't mean it  that  way.  I
looked  at his crotch and saw he was hard. I stared  at  the
outline  of  his very large dick. I gulped as I realized  he
probably did mean it that way. I was suddenly nervous again,
but he kept rubbing my chest and I relaxed.
   I  drank  some more of my beer. Dad started  kissing  the
side  of my head. I was starting to think he wanted me.  Was
that  possible? Were we that much alike? Did he want to fuck
me as much as I wanted him to?
   My  cock  was  harder  than it  had  ever  been.  It  was
obvious,  too. If he could see my crotch, he would  know.  I
wasn't sure whether I wanted him to see or not.
   "Finish  your beer and we'll take a shower." I drank  the
rest of it while Dad finished his. He put his bottle on  the
coffee  table and I put mine there. He took my hand  and  we
walked to the bathroom.
   "Come on, we can take one together."
   "Really?"
   "Yes, son. Really."
   Dad  started getting undressed. I couldn't take  my  eyes
off him. He was smiling at me as he undressed.
   "Wow, Dad! You're so hairy!"
   "You like all that hair?"
   "Oh, yeah."
   "It's real soft. Do you want to feel it?"
   "Can I?"
   "Absolutely!'
   I  ran  my  hands over him. I felt the hair on his  chest
and stomach and then I ran my hands over his arms and legs.
   "It feels nice, Dad!"
   "Your hands on me feel real nice, Tommy. You can do  that
any time you want."
   Dad slowly pulled down his underwear and I gasped.
   "Damn, Dad! It's huge"
   Dad  was fully erect and he didn't seem to have a problem
with showing me.
   "From  the  bulge in your pants, I'd say you  are  pretty
big, too."
   I  got  undressed  and I couldn't take my  eyes  off  his
cock.
   "It looks like you like it."
   I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say.
   "It's OK, son. I'm hard from looking at you."
   I looked at his face and he was grinning.
   "You don't mind?"
   "No.  Not a bit. If seeing my cock excites you, I'll show
it to you as often as you like."
   That statement stunned me.
   "Do you like it, Tommy?"
   I looked at him and he was still smiling.
   "I love it, Dad."
   "That makes me real happy."
   "It does?"
   "Yes.  Ever  since I picked you up, my cock has  been  so
hard it aches. That's the effect you have on me."
   "You do the same thing to me, Dad."
   "We  can  give each other a lot of pleasure, if  you  are
interested."
   "Are you serious?"
   "Look at my cock."
   I  did.  It  was very stiff. While I watched, it  started
dripping. I moaned.
   "I want that, Dad. I want you."
   Dad  grinned  at  me. "I was hoping you would  feel  that
way. I want you very much."
   Dad took me in his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine.  I
felt  his tongue on my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed
his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him as we
kissed. This was far, far better than my fantasies. Dad  put
his  hands  on my butt and squeezed them. Dad ran  a  finger
along my crack. He pulled away and I felt him rub his finger
over my hole. I moaned.
   While  he rubbed it, he asked, "Will you let me in there,
baby?"
   "Yes, Dad. I want you to fuck me."
   Dad seemed surprised. "You do?"
   "Yes.  I." I looked down. I was kind of ashamed to  admit
what I was trying to say.
   "What  is  it,  baby? You can tell me anything.  I  won't
judge you. That was your mother's job."
   "I  had a photo of you I sort of took from Aunt Jen.  You
were in a swimsuit. I.I jacked off looking at it."
   "You won't need to jack off anymore."
   "I won't?"
   "No.  I'll  suck your cock if you'll suck  mine."  I  was
stunned.  Then  I  realized he and I were exactly  alike.  I
wanted him and he wanted me. Neither one of us cared that he
was my father. I felt less nervous when I realized that.
   "What if I want to jack off while I'm sucking you?"
   Dad grinned at me. "I wouldn't stop you."
   Dad kissed me again.
   "It's been you I have dreamed about, Dad."
   "I'm  glad, Tommy. If you enjoy being with me as much  as
I do you, we can be...well, we can talk about that later."
   "What Dad? What can we be?"
   "Lovers, but only if you want to."
   "I  would  love  that.  I really would."  Dad  kissed  me
again.
   I  wanted  to  touch Dad's cock. If we were going  to  be
lovers,  I figured he wouldn't mind. I took his cock  in  my
hand. I looked at Dad.
   "I want this, Dad."
   "It's  yours, baby. I want you the have it. The more  you
play with it, the happier I will be."
   I stroked it and Dad moaned.
   "Why  don't  we get a shower. Then you can  suck  me."  I
grinned at Dad.
   We got in the shower and I ran my hands over his body.
   "Yes,  baby! I love feeling your hands on me. You've  got
me  so  hot. I am not going to last long once I am  in  your
mouth." I looked at his beautiful cock and moaned.
   "Will you come in my mouth?"
   "If you want me to. Do you?"
   "Yes,  Dad.  I  know I shouldn't but I want  to  have  my
father's cum in my mouth."
   "You  will have it as often as you like. I want  to  feed
it to you, Tommy."
   I  held my dad's balls. "They are full baby, and it's all
yours." I moaned.
   Dad  turned the water on. When it was warm, he kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around him.
   "Will you let me wash you, Tommy?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   Dad  squirted  some soap on his hands and ran  them  over
me.  I  groaned at the feel of his soapy hands. He pushed  a
soapy  finger inside me and I moaned. "Soon my cock will  be
inside you."
   "I  want  that, Dad. I've wanted it ever since  I  saw  a
picture of you."
   "Damn, we are so much alike!" Dad said.
   He pushed two fingers into me and I groaned.
   "I  have  to stretch you out before I can get my cock  in
there." I nodded.
   Dad pulled his fingers out and rinsed off his fingers.
   "I want you to wash me, now."
   I got some liquid soap and began rubbing him.
   "Yes, Tommy. I love having your hands on me."
   I  washed him thoroughly. We stopped to kiss a couple  of
times.
   We  rinsed and then Dad dried me and I dried him.  I  got
out of the shower and went to get a pair of underwear.
   "I've got to make a couple of phone calls, baby."
   "Sure, Dad."
   I  went into the living room and sat down on the sofa.  A
couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang and I got  up  to
answer it.
   I opened the door and a boy was standing there.
   "Who are you?"
   "I'm Tommy."
   "You can leave now," he said to me.
   "I live here."
   "Not with my lover, you don't."
   I frowned. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
   "You  better get dressed before you leave,"  he  said.  I
just stared at him.
   "Tom, where the fuck are you?" he yelled.
   "Patrick!  What are you doing here?" I heard Dad  ask  as
he walked into the living room.
   "Are you cheating on me with this...kid?" Patrick asked.
   "Is  Patrick  your lover, Dad?" I felt sick. Betrayed.  I
wondered whether I ought to go back with my aunt.
   "You  are  not  my  lover, Patrick, and  you  never  have
been."
   "You fuck me every day! What does that make me?"
   I  felt violently ill. I walked to the second bedroom and
closed  the  door.  I  sat  on  a  chair  and  wondered  how
everything had gone so wrong. I understood why Mom left him.
I was sure he had never been faithful to her. Maybe it was a
good  thing  Patrick had come. It would be harder  to  leave
after  we  had sex. I closed my eyes and tried not to  throw
up.
   I  could  hear Dad and Patrick yelling at each  other.  I
got up and looked around the room. There was a TV with a VHS
player under it. I turned on the TV. There were doors on the
TV stand. I opened them. There were tapes. I pulled one out.
It  was  called Daddy's Little Angel. I didn't  really  care
what  I watched, I just wanted to drown out Dad and Patrick.
I  put  the  tape in the player and hit the play button.  It
showed  a  man fucking a boy who seemed to be ten or  eleven
years old. Why did that not surprise me?
   "Take it, bitch! Take my cock you little tease!"
   "Oh, Daddy! I want it, Daddy!"
   The  kid kept begging for more. It showed the man's  face
and  it  was Dad. I got so sick, I threw up on the floor.  I
sat on the floor with my face in my hands.
   I heard the door open, but I didn't look up.
   "Tommy?  Oh.  Tommy, I didn't mean for you to  see  those
tapes. I forgot to put them away."
   I  didn't  respond.  I had nothing to say.  I  absolutely
knew why Mom divorced him. She wanted to protect me.
   I  heard  Dad walk away. He came back a minute  later.  I
didn't look, but I guessed he was cleaning the floor.
   I  got  up  and walked into the other bedroom. I  started
gathering my things. Fortunately I hadn't unpacked much yet.
   Dad walked into the room. "Please don't leave, Tommy!"
   "Your lover ordered me to leave."
   "Patrick is not my lover."
   "You just fuck him every day."
   "Well, yes."
   "I wonder how he got the impression he was your lover.
   "Will you drive me back or should I call Aunt Jen?"
   "Please don't leave. Please, Tommy!"
   I sat on the floor and started crying.
   "Oh, Tommy!"
   I curled up into a ball.
   Dad picked me up and carried me to his bed. He put me  on
the  bed  and got in next to me. I kept crying for a  while.
Finally, I asked, "Why. Dad? Why?"
   "Which one first?"
   "The video."
   Dad  sighed.  "After your mom kicked me out,  she  called
where I worked and got me fired. I don't know what she said,
but I was fired instantly. I got another job and she got  me
fired  from  it,  too. I moved here, but  couldn't  get  job
either. The tire factory had just closed and a lot of people
were  out of work. I was getting desperate when I met Frank,
who is Patrick's father. Frank offered me a lot of money  to
appear in a porno flick."
   "How much?"
   "Ten  thousand  and I really needed it.  I  made  several
movies.  They sold really well and I got paid more for  each
one.  I  made twenty-five thousand for the last one. It  was
incredibly easy. I didn't have to even memorize lines, Frank
just  had  me make up my lines. I fucked a couple of  people
and  a  few  hours later, I had thousands of dollars  in  my
pocket. Once my father died, he left me and my brother a lot
of money. Dad and I had fallen out and I was shocked that he
left  me  anything. Once I had some money, I stopped  making
the films. It wasn't something I am proud of, but."
   "I guess I understand."
   "I  want you to know that I was incredibly happy  when  I
didn't need to do them anymore."
   "And your lover?"
   "Patrick  is  not  my lover. He was just  mad.  He  is  a
spoiled brat."
   "I can believe that!"
   "But you did have sex with him."
   "Yes.  Many, many times. He was in that very first  movie
with  me. The thing is, I have always been incredibly  horny
and it gets me into trouble. I like to have sex many times a
day. Patrick lives right in the next building. He loves my."
   "Cock?"
   "Yes.  He wanted it and I didn't say no. That is  all  it
was. I am not particularly fond of him, but if he wanted  to
suck  my cock or sit on it, I thought it was better than  no
sex  at all. Going out and looking for partners seemed  more
dangerous to me."
   I could understand that.
   "I  know you think I am disgusting, but I really do  love
you and hurting you is the last thing I wanted to do."
   I looked at him and sighed.
   "Dad, I understand, but I can't live with you while  your
sex partners come and go. I just can't!"
   "Oh,  baby!  I  hoped  you would be my  only  partner.  I
thought  that maybe you were as horny as I am and  we  could
keep  each other satisfied. It would be like Patrick, plenty
of sex without having to leave the house, except it would be
with the person I love most in the world."
   "Dad,   I   don't   think  you  are  capable   of   being
monogamous."
   "I've been monogamous with Patrick and I don't even  like
him."
   "Really?"
   "Yes,  really.  I  am  tired of my  dick  getting  me  in
trouble. I really am."
   "I  can  understand  that.  I  can  also  understand  why
Patrick thought of you as his lover. You were monogamous."
   "Right. He knew there was no one but him.
   "Will you give me a chance? Give us a chance?"
   I looked at him. He seemed sincere.
   "Yes,  Dad.  But only as long as you are monogamous  with
me.  Do  you  understand?" Dad nodded.  "And  if  you  start
disappearing  mysteriously, I am going  to  assume  you  are
cheating  on  me  and  I will move in with  Aunt  Jen."  Dad
nodded.
   "I  will  make sure we stay together. That way you  won't
have to worry. Do you want to be home schooled? I don't want
you to worry about what I am doing while you are in school."
   "I  never thought of that. Yes, I guess I do. I  think  I
would  assume  you had a kindergarten class here  while  I'm
gone, fucking them one by one."
   Dad tried not to laugh, but he did anyway.
   "Would  we  have to worry about the teacher  finding  out
about us?"
   "No.  I  know  a  guy  who would be thrilled  to  do  it.
Especially  if he could watch us have sex. I think  I  could
probably get him to teach you for very little money,  if  he
could do that. Watch us, I mean."
   Dad  took me in his arms and kissed me. I wrapped my arms
around  him.  I  forgot about being mad at him.  He  started
rubbing my cock through my briefs and I reached for his.  He
was  very hard. I slid my hand inside his boxers and wrapped
my hand around it.
   He pulled away from the kiss and grinned at me.
   "You want that big thing, baby?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "How much do you want it?"
   "There  is  nothing I want more." Dad moaned and  it  was
the truth.
   Dad  got out of bed and pushed his boxers down. I  pulled
my briefs off. We were both hard. Dad got back in bed and he
straddled me. His cock was inches from my face. I wrapped  a
hand around it and leaned forward. I licked the head and Dad
moaned loudly. I took the head in my mouth.
   "Yes,  baby! Suck on the head and stroked it. Daddy needs
to  come  and he needs to come in your mouth." I  moaned.  I
wanted  that! "I am so horny, my balls ache. Make  me  come,
baby! Make Daddy come!"
   I  began sucking and stroking him. Dad moaned and then he
began  mumbling. "Sweet baby cocksucker. My own  cocksucker,
sucking  his  Daddy's big cock and hungry  for  his  Daddy's
spunk.  He's gonna get it. Oh, yes! Over and over. It's  all
his.  Every drop." I moaned at his words and began  stroking
him faster.
   "Oh,  he's  eager for his first mouthful of Daddy  spunk!
His  first of many, many mouthfuls. Daddy is going to  drain
his  balls into his baby." I groaned and came. My cock  just
started  shooting.  Dad shouted, "Fuck!"  as  his  cum  shot
forcefully  into my mouth. I gulped it down.  It  was  mine.
Every  drop.  I kept swallowing. Dad shot much more  than  I
ever  had  when I beat off. I wanted it, though. I  couldn't
taste it well, but what I could taste, I liked. I was coming
down  off  my orgasm as his ended. It was the most wonderful
experience of my life, and I forgave Dad for everything.  He
was mine and I wasn't about to lose him.
   Dad  pulled  his  cock out of my mouth. He  squeezed  the
last  drops  of cum out of his prick. I stuck my tongue  out
and  he grinned at me while he wiped the end of his cock  on
my tongue.
   He  fell  back on the bed. He grinned at me and I grinned
back. "Wanna do that again, later?"
   "I want to do it again, right now!" Dad chuckled.
   "That was wonderful, baby! I hope you enjoyed it."
   "I  loved  it!"  I rested my head on his chest.  I  could
taste  his cum and I loved it. He ran his hand over my back.
His cock was about six inches away from me. It was lying  on
his belly, still hard. While I looked at it, the hole in  it
seemed  to open and close. It's winking at me, I thought.  I
wrapped my hand around it and I heard a very satisfied  sigh
out of Dad. I stroked it and some fluid leaked out of it.  I
licked it. Dad groaned.
   "How did you like the taste of my cum?"
   "I loved it, Dad!"
   "You don't know how happy I am to hear that, son."
   "Will you mind shooting it into my mouth several times  a
day?" I asked, grinning.
   "Oh, fuck! You are every bit as horny as I am!"
   "I  am.  And  I have the perfect lover. He is experienced
enough to know how to make both of us very, very happy."
   Dad tilted my head up so we could look at each other.
   "Do you really feel that way?"
   "I  think  I do, Dad. Your sexy talk made me  so  hot,  I
came. Just your voice and your words did that. If I was your
first, after Mom, of course, you wouldn't have known how  to
turn  me on so much. I don't have to worry about not knowing
what I'm doing. You know."
   "Baby, I love you so much!"
   "I love you, Daddy."
   I laughed.
   "What's funny?"
   "When  I first saw a picture of you, I thought you looked
like a movie star."
   "Thank you, baby."
   "The thing is, you are a movie star!" Dad chuckled.
   "I guess, in a way."
   "How many movies did you make?"
   "Seventeen or eighteen, I think."
   "Wow!"  I  thought  about that. I was proud,  in  a  way.
"Dad? I don't think I am ever going to want to watch the one
with Patrick." Dad chuckled.



                             Two
   I took him back in my mouth. I sucked on the head.
   "That's it, son. Suck your Daddy."
   I  loved the way he tasted and it made me moan. I ran  my
hands over his body. He was mine!
   "I've  got me a hungry boy, but I'm gonna feed him."  Dad
pushed me off his cock.
   "Do you want what's in my balls, boy?"
   "Yes, Dad!" I swallowed him again. Dad sighed.
   The  doorbell  rang and Dad pulled his  dick  out  of  my
mouth.  He  got out of bed and put a pair of boxers  on.  He
walked to the living room and looked through the keyhole.
   "It's  Frank,  he's  a friend," Dad said.  "Put  on  your
briefs and come meet him."
   I  did. I felt weird meeting someone in just briefs,  but
Dad was just wearing boxers.
   I  walked  into  the  living room. I  was  nervous  about
meeting one of Dad's friends.
   Frank walked in and grinned when he saw me.
   "Hi,  I'm  Frank.  You  probably don't  remember  me."  I
didn't. He held out his hand and I shook it. Frank had  dark
hair  and a mustache. He looked like he hadn't shaved  in  a
few days and I thought the stubble looked good on him. As  a
matter  of fact, my dick was getting hard. He was wearing  a
white  t-shirt  that showed off his muscles. His  arms  were
hairy  and I figured he had a hairy chest. I thought he  was
very  attractive. I looked at his crotch and he was hard.  I
wanted it!
   "You have yourself a hungry boy." Frank said.
   I was embarrassed about being so obvious.
   Dad put his arm around me.
   "Frank, this is Tommy, my son."
   "You  are  beautiful,  Tommy! Not  at  all  like  Patrick
described you."
   "Is Patrick your son?"
   "Yes. I came to apologize for his behavior."
   "Shouldn't  he be the one apologizing? He ordered  me  to
leave."
   Frank sighed. "He's a spoiled brat. What can I say?"
   I grinned.
   "Why don't you sit down, Frank?"
   He  sat in a chair and Dad sat on the sofa. He patted his
lap. I thought it was odd, but I got on it. Dad wrapped  his
arms  around  me. I leaned back against him and sighed.  Dad
slid  one of his hands inside my briefs. I was shocked,  but
it felt good.
   Dad whispered, "Would you mind taking your briefs off?"
   I turned around. "Really?"
   "Yes."
   I  got  up and pushed them down. I climbed back on  Dad's
lap  and Dad started stroking my cock. Frank was licking his
lips and rubbing his erection.
   Dad whispered, "Do you want to see Frank's cock?"
   He  could  see  mine.  It  seemed  only  fair.  "Yes,"  I
whispered back.
   "Frank, why don't you pull that piece of meat out."
   Frank  stood  up and undid his pants. They  fell  to  the
ground.  He  wasn't wearing underwear. He had a  nice  uncut
cock. He began stroking it.
   "Get up, baby."
   I  got off his lap. I kept watching Frank, though. He was
grinning at me.
   "Come on."
   Dad walked to the bedroom and closed the door.
   "Baby,  I  am  going to be monogamous, but  there  is  no
reason at all for you to be. I have had a full sex life, but
you  haven't.  For me, being monogamous is a  necessity.  My
luck was bound to run out and I don't want to risk going  to
prison. Especially not now, when I have you. I want  you  to
experience  a  lot of men and then pick me.  Otherwise,  you
aren't really picking me. You aren't making a choice at all.
If  you  think Frank is attractive, why don't you  have  sex
with him?"
   I  was  shocked,  but  I  had to remember  Dad  was  very
different.
   "Do you want me to?"
   "I  would really enjoy watching, but I don't want you  to
do it unless you want to."
   "He is handsome."
   "I  know.  I  could tell you thought so.  There  isn't  a
reason in the world why you shouldn't suck his cock, if  you
want to."
   "Would he let me?"
   "Are you kidding? He would love to fuck you, too."
   "Do you want to fuck me first?"
   "Yes,  but my cock is big. I have been wondering  whether
I  should  have  men with smaller cocks fuck  you  first  to
stretch  you out. You know, Tommy, if there is one  thing  I
know,  it's  sex. If you will trust me, I will  direct  your
sexual  education. I will introduce you to men I  think  you
would  enjoy.  I  will watch and believe me,  I  will  enjoy
watching. When they leave, you and I will have sex.  But  it
all  depends on what you want. If you only want to have  sex
with me, I will be flattered."
   "But you do want me to have sex with a lot of men?"
   "I  think  it  is  best,  but your  opinion  is  just  as
important." I thought about it.
   "OK. I trust you."
   "Good. Let's go in there. I want you to ask Frank if  you
can suck his cock." I nodded.
   We  walked back into the living room. I smiled  at  Frank
even though I was very nervous.
   "Frank?  Would you mind if I." I paused. It was  hard  to
ask.
   "What, Tommy?" he asked
   "Can I suck you?" Frank grinned.
   "I would love that."
   "Why don't we all strip?" Dad suggested.
   Frank  pulled  off his shirt. He had a  very  nice  hairy
chest. I reached out and felt it as he grinned at me.
   "You are so handsome, Frank."
   Frank kissed me. I opened my mouth for his tongue. I  ran
my  hands  over him as we kissed. Dad pulled down my  briefs
and  I stepped out of them. I heard a click and then I  felt
something cold at my hole. I felt Dad's finger push into me.
I  moaned into Frank's mouth. Dad pulled his finger out  and
then  pushed  two  into me. He began  fucking  me  with  his
fingers. I moaned more and Frank pulled away.
   He looked around me to see what Dad was doing.
   "Are you going to fuck Tommy?"
   "One of us is."
   "I volunteer!" Frank said. I was nervous but I laughed.
   "Do  you  like getting fucked by your daddy's big  dick?"
Frank asked me.
   "I have never been fucked."
   "Oh,  baby! Is your daddy going to pop your little cherry
while Uncle Frank watches?"
   "I  am  going  to try," Dad said. "If there is  too  much
pain, you can do it."
   "If  you  aren't going to do it, shouldn't Jason?"  Frank
asked.
   "Who is Jason?" I asked.
   "He is your uncle, Tommy. My little brother."
   "I  didn't even know I had an uncle. Do I have any  other
relatives?"
   "None worth mentioning."
   "Would  Uncle  Jason  want to fuck  me?"  Dad  and  Frank
laughed for a long time. I didn't get the joke at all.
   "I  wonder if you are going to love the taste of my spunk
as  much as you did when you were little," Frank said. "Boy,
it  was really something watching you gobble down spunk. You
loved  it. It didn't matter who was feeding it to  you.  You
used  to hold my cock like a baby bottle while you drank  my
spunk. Tom, have you shown Tommy any of the photos yet?"
   "What?" I felt sick again.
   "Uh. I hadn't told Tommy about that," Dad said.
   "About the photos?" Frank asked.
   "About anything."
   "Oh, shit," Frank said.
   I  closed my eyes. I asked myself if there was any  point
in  getting upset. My dad was a complete and total  pervert.
That was obvious. I had two of his fingers in my butt!
   He  just got through telling me that he didn't want to be
the only sex partner I ever had. But obviously I had already
had sex many times, with many men. So he was a liar, as well
as a pervert. I sighed.
   Dad pulled his fingers out of me. He took my hand and  he
sat  on  the sofa. He pulled me onto his lap. I leaned  back
against him and he wrapped his arms around me. His cock  was
stiff and I could feel it under me.
   "Are you upset, baby?"
   "What  do  you think, Dad? You sexually abused  me  as  a
baby. I am trying to decide whether to call Aunt Jen now  or
wait until in the morning."
   "Frank, would you mind leaving."
   "No. I'm sorry."
   Frank got dressed and I got off Dad's lap. Dad pulled  me
back on. I sat there. Frank walked out the door. Dad took my
cock  again and started playing with it, but it was soft.  I
decided I would look for a boyfriend my age. I knew I  liked
sex,  and I wanted to have a normal life. Something I  would
never, ever have with Dad. I got up again and Dad let me.
   I  walked into the bedroom and picked up the telephone. I
dialed Aunt Jen. Dad took the phone and hung it up.
   "Can we talk before you call her?" I sighed.
   "I have nothing to say to you."
   "I love you, Tommy." I laughed. "I mean it!"
   "Dad,  you are obviously confused about how to show  your
child you love him. Offering him to strangers to abuse while
he  is  a  baby  is not a good way to show  it.  Neither  is
convincing him to have sex with neighbors while you watch."
   Dad  sat on the bed. "Tommy, you enjoyed it so much  when
you  were  little. You were always grabbing at my cock.  You
wanted it." I stared at him and shook my head.
   "Dad, I want a normal life. Can you understand that?"
   "How  would it be if you only had sex with me, and  maybe
Tony?" I laughed.
   "Who the hell is Tony?"
   "He  is  the man I thought could home school  you.  I  am
sure  he would charge much less if you were having sex  with
him." He really was perverted. He wanted me to have sex with
my teacher to save money!
   "I  know where I can go to school where I won't have  sex
with any of my teachers. For free!"
   Dad  frowned.  "Why would you want to do  that?  Tony  is
very  good-looking." I shook my head. "He has a hairy  chest
and you have always loved men with hairy chests."
   "When I was a baby."
   "Right."
   I  had  a hard time picturing what my life had been  like
back  then.  All  of those men showing me their  chests  and
trying to get me to suck them.
   Dad  got  up  and took me into his arms. He  pressed  his
mouth to mine. I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened  my
mouth without thinking. He kissed me until I didn't remember
anything. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. I began
stroking him. At the same time, he began stroking me. I  was
hard.  I  moaned  as we kissed. He reached  his  other  hand
around  and  slid in down my butt crack. He ran  his  finger
around  my  hole and I spread my legs. Then I realized  what
was happening. I pulled away.
   "Tommy, is there anything to do at your Aunt Jen's  house
that you would enjoy as much as that?" I stared at him.  "Is
there?"
   I sighed. "No. Dad."
   "Then stay. Please."
   "Dad,  you  are going to keep after me to have  sex  with
other men. I don't want to be a whore. I know you want me to
be one."
   "Baby,  I  have  enough money. We don't  need  to  charge
them."  I  laughed. My dad was completely unique.  I  really
wondered  why  Mom married him. I looked  at  his  cock  and
remembered  his kiss. My lips were still tingling.  I  guess
she reacted to him the same way I do.
   "Did you have a normal life, Dad?"
   "Horribly.  I  was  bored  out  of  my  skull  before   I
discovered sex."
   I  shook  my  head.  Dad  kissed  me  again.  His  tongue
explored  the inside of my mouth. He pushed a finger  inside
me  and I groaned. I decided he was very good at arguing.  I
wrapped my arms around him. I wanted him so much. He was the
perfect  man  and  he  could  be mine.  What  would  another
thirteen  year  old have that my dad didn't have  a  million
times  more of? I reached for his cock. It was wet. I  knelt
and began sucking him.
   "Yes,  baby. You want my cock and I want you to have  it.
What  could be more perfect?" Dad pulled his cock out of  my
mouth. "Tell me, son. What could be better?"
   "Nothing  Dad." I sucked. I caressed his balls. I  wanted
the cum inside them. I looked up at him with his cock in  my
mouth. Dad winked at me.
   "Do  you  really want Patrick to be the one  doing  this?
That  is what will happen if you leave. Do you want that?  I
don't. I want my cock in my beautiful son. Please don't make
me start fucking Patrick again."
   I pulled off him. "It's mine! You are mine!"
   "Yes,  baby! Suck it! You probably don't remember, but  I
told you once that my cock was a straw you could use to  get
your  favorite drink." I moaned around his cock. "You  loved
that  straw, baby! You were old enough to understand and  we
would   both   laugh  when  people  gave   you   straws   in
restaurants."
   I pulled off him. "I don't remember."
   "I  know, baby. But a part of you remembers. You got hard
when you saw pictures of me at Aunt Jen's, didn't you?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "That's why. Baby, I didn't force you to suck other  men.
I  would never do that. You asked Frank if you could suck on
his  straw.  He said yes and you loved it. I had to  explain
that not every man would let you do it. You asked me to tell
you which ones would. I did."
   I  stood up and kissed Dad. I stroked his cock which  was
slippery  with my saliva. I wanted to make him  come  and  I
planned to eat every bit of it.
   Dad  pulled away and he said softly, "I am going to  feed
you now and after that I will fuck you."
   "I want that, Dad."
   "I am not sending you back to your Aunt Jen's a virgin."
   "I'm  not going back. I would spend the rest of  my  life
wishing your cock was inside me."
   Dad nodded. "I would, too."
   Dad  stroked my cheek. "Baby, the reason I wanted you  to
suck Frank's cock was because you used to love to do it  and
I  thought you still would. That is all there is to  it.  If
you don't want to do it, you don't have to."
   "It's OK."
   "And  the reason I picked Tony is because he is just your
type. I knew you would want him and lust after him. You  had
a  type when you were three. You liked dark haired men  with
heavy beards and hairy chests. You still do, don't you?"
   "Yes, Dad."
   "I  know with what you have heard since you've been  here
you are having trouble trusting me. I understand that. I  am
sure  you were raised very differently. What I want  you  to
always remember, though is that I love you. It's true that I
also lust after you, but that is exactly what married people
do and no one thinks it's strange. Try to trust me."
   I  sighed. "I will." I hugged him. "I love you  so  much.
And I lust after you, too."
   "That's why we are lovers and Patrick and I are not."
   I kissed him again.
   "Have I met Uncle Jason?"
   Dad grinned. "Yes."
   "Did I like him?"
   Dad grinned. "Yes."
   "Can   you  provide  a  little  more  information?"   Dad
laughed.
   "You  were  absolutely crazy about him. You told  him  he
had the prettiest straw!"
   "Oh, lord!" Dad laughed.
   "You kept unbuttoning his shirt."
   "Oh, no!" Dad laughed.
   "When  your  mother wasn't looking, you would  unzip  his
pants  and he would keep turning around so you couldn't  get
to his zipper."
   I laugh-groaned and Dad just laughed.
   "Did he like me?"
   "Baby,  everyone loved you, including Jase. You were  and
are  a sweetheart. Some of us were just luckier than others,
if you know what I mean.
   "Will  you  let me feed you the way I did when  you  were
little?"
   I  laughed  nervously. "I don't know that I am as  daring
as I was when I was three!" Dad laughed.
   "Get on the bed."
   I  did.  Dad  straddled me and began stroking  his  cock.
"All  you have to do is keep your mouth open." I smiled  and
opened my mouth.
   I  watched him stroke his beautiful cock. I wanted him to
come.  I  stuck my tongue out and he rubbed the end  of  his
cock on it.
   "I  am going to feed you, baby. I know you want it and  I
want  to  do it. I want my baby's belly full of his  daddy's
spunk,  so I will feed you often." I nodded my head. "That's
it.  Hold your mouth open like a baby bird ready for a worm.
I've  got  a big worm for my baby. Yes, sweetie. I'm  close.
Aah," Dad groaned as he came. His spunk shot powerfully into
my  mouth.  I  gently held his balls as he  unloaded  in  my
mouth.  He continued groaning as spurt after spurt  hit  the
back  of my mouth. I swallowed while keeping my mouth  open,
because it was getting full of his cum.
   Finally, his cock stopped discharging. "Close your  mouth
now,  baby,  and swallow all of Daddy's spunk."  I  did.  It
tasted  wonderful to me. I looked up at Dad and grinned.  He
grinned back.
   "I would like to see Aunt Jen show you a better time!"
   "Can't be done, Dad!"
   Dad laughed.
   He  fell onto the bed and I laid my head on his chest. "I
love you, Dad."
   "I love you, Tommy."
   I  looked at Dad's cock. It was still hard and I  thought
that was wonderful.
   "Dad?"
   "Yes, baby?"
   "No more surprises for a couple of days, OK?"
   "That  is  a very good idea. It will be just the  two  of
us."
   "That  sounds wonderful. It will give me a chance to  get
to know you. I really don't."
   "You  are  right. I should have thought of  that.  Asking
you  to  trust me when you just met me wasn't sensible.  The
problem  is,  I remember you, but you don't remember  me.  I
will  try  to  make  sure  you are ready  before  I  suggest
anything at all."
   "That's great. And Dad?"
   "Yeah?"
   "Can we eat before you fuck me? I'm starving!"
   "You bet."