Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2009 11:03:07 -0800 (PST)
From: dws202 <dws202@yahoo.com>
Subject: Object of My Desire 2

This story is my own work based on my own recollections and fantasies, all
the usual disclaimers and warnings apply. If you like what you read or want
to hear more let me know at dws202@yahoo.com, all flames will be ignored.

As I grew into my mid teens, my fantasies about dad not only didn't
diminish, they became even more fevered, allowing me to explore taboo
thoughts and fantasies that made jacking off unbelievably pleasurable. But
as it didn't seem to be in the cards that I would ever get to experience
the real thing, I made up for that by getting as much sexual practice as a
boy my age could get, and that made for some great experiences that would
ultimately put me further down the road of achieving the object of my
desire.

One in particular stood out. Jack was a friend of my dad's, an old Army
buddy that lived alone in our town. We hardly ever saw him as I got the
impression my dad didn't really like him that much, just tolerated him for
old time's sake. He arrived at our house one evening when I was fifteen to
go out to dinner with us, and as we had moved to a new suburb and he wasn't
familiar with that area, he rode in our car to the restaurant. Frankly, I
could see why my parents weren't too fond of him. He was loud and boorish,
and it also seemed like there was a particular edge to him that made me
somewhat uncomfortable. But since I didn't have to see him often, I
shrugged it off. We piled into the car and went to dinner, then headed back
afterwards so Jack could pick up his car and leave.

With mom and dad in the front, and a bunch of things in the back seat
taking up room, I was a little closer to Jack than I normally would be
otherwise. On the way home, after the wine they had had at dinner, he and
my parents were much more loose and talkative than they had been at the
first of the night. At one point Jack slapped his thigh at a comment my dad
made, and glancing over I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his
crotch. He may have been in my dad's words a "bit of a jerk," but he wasn't
bad looking.  Early 40's, good shape, and like I said before, something
intriguing I couldn't quite figure out. As all this went through my head I
didn't realize I had been staring at that crotch for way too long. Luckily
it was dark and my parents couldn't really see. But Jack obviously did. He
leered at me and winked as I turned away quickly, and we rode the rest of
the way in silence.

As he left, after saying good night to my parents, he shook my hand
vigorously and said, "Night, buddy!" I felt something in my hand and looked
down to see a small piece of paper, which I put in my pocket before my
parents could see. Alone in my room, I unfolded it to see the words, "give
me a call-Uncle Jack" written there with his phone number. I was petrified,
since I wasn't sure what that meant but was afraid he had seen me checking
out his crotch and wanted to start trouble with my parents. I obsessed over
what to do for several days before hopping on my bike after dinner one
night and heading to a secluded phone booth behind a closed gas station
near my home, where no one would see me.

He picked up after the first ring, and I told him who it was. He said,
"hey, 'bout time you called. What took you so long?" I said I didn't have a
chance to before then, and he said he wanted to ask me something.  OK, I
said, my breathing coming more quickly.

"I was thinking maybe you'd want to come over to my apartment sometime and
hang out, maybe watch some TV or something. Would you like that?"  Why, I
asked, I could watch TV at home, or with my friends.

"Sure, but I was thinking I might have some things here you'd like to see
that I bet you don't have at home"

Like what, I breathed out.

"Well, have you ever seen a picture of people without their clothes on," he
asked. Yeah, I said.

"Have you ever seen a picture of a man without his clothes on," he
asked. Oh yeah, I had. "Did you like that," he wondered. I sure did, I
answered, as my hand instinctively went down into my crotch to fondle my
stiffening pecker.

"Have you ever seen a picture of two guys getting it on together," he
asked. I didn't answer, I just breathed heavily and moaned as my hand went
faster and faster. "Were they fucking, Dan? Did they have each other's
cocks in their mouths?" My hand went furiously back and forth over my
rock-hard member as I moaned yes, and soon my underwear crotch was covered
in spunk. Dave kept quiet as I climaxed, then finally said, "sounds like
you enjoyed that. Come over Saturday afternoon and we'll talk some more." I
hung up, cleaned up the best I could, and snuck back home so no one would
see me.

Saturday afternoon, after calling Dave, I rode my bike to his apartment and
he let me in. He was wearing a tight pair of gym shorts and a
T-shirt. After showing me around, we settled on his couch and reached down
to a cabinet nearby and pulled out a stack of magazines, throwing them my
way. "Here you go, bud, take a look at these, I think you'll like them." He
smirked at me again, then got up and said he had to do some things in the
kitchen. I tore open the first magazine and flipped furiously through the
pages, page after page of filthy pictures, men sucking, entering each
other's backsides, licking bungholes, all those things I fantasized about
every night and, once in a while, got a chance to do. I wasn't sure how
much time had passed but Dave was back, asking me if I liked what I saw. Oh
yeah, I barely croaked out, I definitely liked what I saw.

He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, where he had a porn tape queued
up. I could barely take my eyes off the pictures but soon looked up to see
a video of a large middle-aged man with a boy who didn't seem to be much
older than me on his knee, getting spanked bare-assed. Soon the older man
stopped spanking and started fondling, and soon had his fat cock up the
boy's rectum. The boy yelled and moaned as the older man came close to
climax, then withdrawing and squirting his juice all over the boy's
face. He then made the boy lick all the cum and slime off his cock. I was
mesmerized, speechless, and hornier than I ever had been in my life.

"Did you like that?" Dave asked. Yes, I said. "Would you like someone to do
things like that to you," he asked. Yes, I said. "Do you want to see some
more pictures, some I took myself?" Yes.

He went into his bedroom and came back with a stack of Polaroids. They were
perverted, filthy, incredibly erotic pictures that drove me nearly insane
with desire. He asked me to describe what I saw in them and what I liked
about them, which I did. He asked me to ask him about them and he would
tell me things, dirty secrets, and I did. I came to one and my heart
skipped a beat-a teenage boy like me, bent over with a look of pure animal
pleasure on his face, being entered from the rear by an older man with
remarkably similar features. I held it out and stared.

"Do you know who that is fucking him?" he asked. No, I said. "That's his
dad. He 's a boy I know who likes to get fucked by his own father, and they
let me take pictures of them once." My heart had nearly stopped I was so
horny, I felt like I was about to explode, and Dave could see that. He
inched over and breathed into my ear, "that really turns you on, doesn't
it, Dan?" Oh god yes, I managed to say. He showed me more pictures as he
slowly took off my clothes and then his own, and then he invited me to do
all those things I wanted to do, all those things I needed to do, as if he
were my own father. "Go ahead Dan, lick your daddy's bunghole if you
want. Take your daddy's cock in your mouth, and then bend over for daddy."
For hours I indulged in every perverted, filthy, sick and twisted dream I
had been having for years, pleasuring myself and Dave in more ways than
either of us ever thought possible.

When we were finally spent, I rode my bike home and immediately went to my
room. Despite the hours of sick pleasure I had just enjoyed, I was starving
for more, for even more perversion than I had just given myself. With
Dave's cum still leaking from my sore bunghole, I jacked off one last time
to the parting gift Dave had given me that afternoon. As I had wildly
rimmed his hot, musky, hairy hole, he asked if I wanted to do that to my
daddy."Yes, so much," I said. "Well dig your tongue in deep, you sick
little fuck, 'cause that's as close as you're gonna get to your daddy's
dick. He used to stick it up my hole all the time in the Army, but he
hasn't done it to me in twenty years...."