Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 12:56:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Fowler <goodtime32087@yahoo.com>
Subject: Phone Sex With Daddy Chapter Four

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	He smiled a huge grin and said, "I thought you would never say
that."  He pulled me tighter into his massive build.
	"Of course I love you, probably more than I should."  I sighed as I
looked away.
	"You could never love me too much."
 He placed his finger under my chin and pulled me back to his gaze.  "You
are the world to me."
	"Yes, but I don't want to cause any trouble between you and mom."
	"Well, actually I need to talk to you about that."  He looked deep
into my eyes and I knew that a serious conversation was brewing.  "Your
mother has asked for a divorce."



CHAPTER 4



	"What?"  I asked looking at him with confusion written on my face.
I sat up and wrapped my arms around my legs.  "A divorce?"


	"Yes, a divorce."

	"Why?  Didn't you give her everything she ever wanted?  A nice
house.  A nice car.  You didn't complain when she wanted to work third
shift.  We have money in the bank.  I don't understand.  She has
everything."  I looked away and stared at the floor.  I couldn't wrap my
head around the fact that my mother wanted to leave my father.

	"Listen, I am not going to lie to you son.  I will never lie to
you."  He grabbed my chin and pulled me back to his stare.  Tears were
threatening to fall at any second as he stroked my cheek.  "She has met
someone else."

	"WHAT?!?!?!!"  I jumped out of the bed and started pacing the
floor.  "How the hell could she do that?
 Who the fuck does she think she is?  I can't believe it.  My own mother."
I continued walking back and forth as he watched me.  I turned to him.  "I
hope she doesn't expect me to go with her.  I am staying with you.  I will
visit her of course, she is my mother, but I will be damned if she is going
to take me away from you."  My cheeks were burning a bright scarlet as the
tears started rolling down my face.  I turned and ran inside the bathroom
just off the bedroom, and locked myself in.

	I leaned back against the door as my thoughts raced.  How could she
do it?  What was she thinking?  I sank to the floor and wrapped my arms
around my legs.  I was in shock.  I then felt the vindictive side come out.
I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror.  If she wanted to be with
someone else then so be it.  She can spread her legs for anyone she wants,
just like every other whore in town.  I sure as hell wasn't going to care.
If she didn't care enough to stay with her family, then why the hell should
we care?




	I opened the door and looked around for dad.  I found him sitting
on the floor right beside me.  He had thrown on some royal blue shorts he
liked to work out in.  They showed his ass off nicely.


	"I am so sorry, buddy."  He whispered.

	"Why are you sorry?  You didn't do anything."  I tried to find out
how he could possibly blame himself.  I sat down right beside him as he
wrapped his arms around me.

	"I didn't mean for you to be burdened with this.  I should have
waited until a better time."  He started to choke up.  I had never seen my
dad cry.  I was beginning to hate my mother for what she was doing to my
family.


	"Dad, don't blame yourself.  We will be fine.  We will get through
this.  If she wants to go and spread her legs for just anyone, more power
to her.  If she wants to throw her life down the commode, who are we to
stop her?"  I felt his grip tighten.

	"I know it is still hard.  No one wants to see their mother run
away."  I put my finger over his mouth.

	"Shh.  Don't talk about her."  he grinned at me.  Then he stood up
and carried me back to bed.



	The next day, I was sitting at the table in my favorite bookstore
and cafe, when the chair opposite me was pulled out.  I looked up from my
book and saw him.  He looked as though he had walked out of my personal wet
dream.


	"Is this seat taken?"  He asked as my cheeks flamed.  Why would he
want to sit with me?  Was he really talking to me?

	"Um....no.  Go ahead."  I said trying to remain coherent.  He sat
down and reached into his bag, pulled out a book.  I took a drink of my hot
chocolate.  Being distracted with this Greek god sitting across from me, I
wasn't paying attention.

	"Son of a bitch!"  I cursed under my breath feeling the burn of too
much hot chocolate.  He looked over at me confused.  I looked down totally
mortified.  I grabbed a napkin and went to wipe my mouth.  Then I saw a
hand coming at my face and felt him wipe the chocolate off of my mouth.
His fingers lingered for just a moment on my lips, pressed lightly, and
then they were gone.  I looked over at him, my turn to be confused.


	"My name is Dylan."  His voice was like that of an angel.  The
slightly crooked grin that he gave me lit up the room and I was mesmerized.

	"I am Jeremy."  I finally croaked out.  Remembering my manners I
extended my hand.  He shook it with his strong grip.  I looked into his
deep blue eyes as he looked back at me.  My cheeks burned.


	"I hope I am not being too forward by saying this, but I think you
are very cute."  He whispered to me.

	"Um....er....I....uh....don't....um....know...."
 I stuttered embarrassingly trying to get his words to click into place.


	"Are you okay?"  He asked.

	"Yes."  I took a deep breath and refocused.  "I don't know what to
say.  Cute doesn't even begin to describe you."  I said looking up to him
from my drink.  His cheeks turned a slight rose.


	"Thank you.  I have noticed you in here before.  You must really
like to read."


	"Oh I do.  Reading is one of my favorite things."  I said.  "I have
never noticed you before, because believe me I definitely would have
remembered."


	"I guess you could say, I have been admiring from afar."  He said
as his cheeks turned a darker red.  "Would you like to grab something to
eat?"


	"Um...sure...but I will have to go home and grab some money.  I
seem to always spend all of mine when I am in here."

	"You don't need money.  It is my treat."  He grinned and stood up.
I followed.  Was he considering this a date?  I secretly hoped so.  "You
wanna ride with me?"

	"Um...sure."  This was sounding more and more like a date.  We got
to his car.  A jet black F-250.  Thank heavens it had running boards so I
could jump up in it.  I didn't think we were close enough to have him
picking me up yet.  I laughed to myself.

	"You are really cute when you smile like that."  He said as he slid
effortlessly into his seat.  I felt my cheeks burning again.  He just
grinned.  "What is your favorite kind of food?"


	"It changes, but I guess my all time favorite is Italian."


	"Cool.  I love Italian.  I think it is the most romantic."  The
butterflies in my stomach were in full flight.

	"So, how long have you been stalking me?"  I laughed.

	"Haha.  I wouldn't consider it stalking, but I have been noticing
you for a few months.  It has taken me that long to get up the courage to
ask you out."  Yes!  This is a date.

	"Nervous?  You?  You seem so confident.  Not arrogant but
confident."


	"Well, trust me, it has taken a lot of convincing myself.  I was so
relieved when you talked to me."


	"Well, if you had ever come to talk to me earlier, you would have
received the same response."  I grinned over at him.

	We talked the entire way to the restaurant.  He pulled in Olive
Garden.  "Is this okay?"  I nodded back.  When we walked in he told the
hostess that we needed a secluded table.  I thought I saw him slip her a
tip, but couldn't be sure.  When we sat down the waitress came and took our
drink order.  Then we were left alone.  He leaned closer across the table
and gave me that perfect smile again.  The butterflies in my stomach were
going crazy.


	"So tell me Jeremy, what are you interested in?"


	"Well, I really enjoy reading, and I hang out with my friends as
much as possible.  I live with my dad."
 I felt something stir inside me, but couldn't quite tell what it was.  I
would think about that later.  "I love to cook, and eat..."
 He grinned.  "I guess that is really it.  What about you?"

	"Well, I also enjoy reading...A LOT...especially when I meet a cute
intellectual type..."  I felt my cheeks warming.  "I try to hang out with
my friends as much as possible, also...though a lot of my time is spent
working.  I also enjoy cooking and eating, I also like to shop."

	"Oh yes, I love shopping."  I agreed.  Then our drinks were at the
table.  I didn't realize how close we had gotten until I had to pull away.
Then the waitress asked if we were ready to order.  I hadn't even looked at
the menu.


	"We will have two orders of the Chicken Parmesan, and of course the
salad and bread sticks."  He smiled at her.  She wrote down the order and
left.  I looked across the table shocked.  "I hope I didn't offend you by
ordering for you."  He hit himself on the forehead.  "I wasn't thinking.
Let me go tell her I made a mistake.  I always seem to just kind of take
over.  It's really just nerves.  I am so sorry."


	"Dylan, don't beat yourself up.  I love Chicken Parmesan.  I can't
believe you picked my favorite."  I said smiling back at him.


	"It's my favorite too."  He smiled back.  "Are you sure?  I don't
mind telling her that I am an idiot if you would like something else."

	"I would have ordered the same thing anyway.  Don't worry about it.
And you are not an idiot.  I think it is romantic, the way you took control
and ordered for me."  Then it was my turn to blush, as he grinned from ear
to ear at me.  Shortly after that she returned with the salads and bread
sticks.  I enjoyed the food, and then she brought the main course.  The
food was delicious.

	We ate discussing what else we had in common.  I was amazed at how
much we were alike.  Then he got the check and we walked out to his truck.
He opened the door for me and I jumped in.  Then he walked around to his
side and got in.


	"Where would you like to go now?"  He asked.


	"Um...I don't know.  Wherever you would like to."

	"How about we just ride around until we find somewhere?"


	"Sounds great."  So he took off down the street, passing by all the
shops and buildings of town.  The sun was beginning to set over the distant
mountain.  "I have an idea."


	"What's that?"  He looked at me.

	"How about we drive up on Skyline Drive and watch the sunset?"


	"Sounds great."  He happily agreed.  A few minutes later we were
parking on the cliff overlooking the city.  He turned his truck around and
grabbed blankets he had in his truck.  We sat on the tailgate watching the
color show put on by the sun.  The purples and golds with slight orange
tints were gorgeous.  He leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders.
I smiled and leaned in as he pulled me closer to him.  "I know we just met
and all, but I like you."  He confessed.  "I am not sure why, but it is
like I am drawn to you."

	"I guess it is my magnetic personality."  I laughed with him.

	"I guess it is."

	"I know how you feel though.  It seems like we have known each
other a lot longer than just a few short hours."  Then I felt him leaning
in closer.  I felt his lips on my cheek.  His soft lips touching my skin
gave me an instant erection, and by the looks of it...him too.  He reached
down and rubbed my leg.  "Dylan..."  I said placing my hand over his.  "I
don't know if I can."

	"It's okay.  I don't want to rush things and ruin them.  We will
wait until we are both ready and sure that is what we want.  I respect your
choice and will never put you in a position that you wouldn't feel safe."

	My heart was swelling with each word as I realized this could be so
much deeper than just sex.  It is what I had been searching for all along,
without knowing it.  I felt my eyes tear up.  He looked into my eyes and I
saw pain and confusing in his eyes.

	"Jeremy, I didn't mean to.  I am so sorry.  I didn't want to hurt
you."  He wrapped me in a bear hug.  Feeling the solid muscle of his body
didn't help my throbbing cock.


	"Dylan, I know.  I am just so glad you don't mind waiting."  A
single tear drop fell down my left cheek.


	"Of course I don't mind waiting.  Good things come to those who
wait."  He said smiling as he wiped the tear off my cheek.  I felt his hand
on my cheek.  The last streams of sunlight were fighting to stay seen a
while longer.  His face was shinning as we stared into each others eyes.
He leaned forward and grabbed both sides of my face lightly.  Then I felt
his lips on mine.  His warm moist lips pressed against my lips with the
perfect balance of strength and softness was amazing.  I closed my eyes and
felt him running his hands into my hair.  The fireworks I felt running
through my body were unlike anything I had ever felt before.  I felt my
stomach clenching with excitement.


	When he pulled back we both looked at each other through lazy lids
and smiled.  "That was amazing."  I said.


	"Thank you.  Your lips taste wonderful."  He said as he licked his
lips.  "If I play my cards right, I will taste so much more than just your
sweet lips."  He cocked an eyebrow as my smiled beamed.


	"It's not that I don't want to, but I want to take things slow and
not mess this up."  I sighed looking away.

	"I totally understand."  He pulled me to him again as we watched
the sun finally descend behind the mountain top in the west.  Then he stood
up and smacked the dirt off his beautiful ass.  His jeans were filled out
beautifully.  Bulging muscles in all the right places.  They were tight
enough to show his physique, but loose enough to tease your imagination.

"Perhaps I should get you home."  He sighed extending his hand to me.  I
took it and he pulled me to him off of the tailgate.  He led the way to my
side of the truck, and again he opened my door for me.  This time he helped
me.  He grabbed my ass softly and lifted me into the seat squeezing gently
just before he let go.  "Very nice."  He whispered just before he shut my
door.

	"I am glad you like the feel of my ass."  I teased when he slid
into his side.

	"Oh you noticed that?"  He said as his cheeks turned a light rose.


	"Yeah.  I noticed."  I said as I took his hand.  He intertwined his
fingers within mine.


	"Well, I hope you don't mind?"  He said looking down.

	"Mind?  Of course not.  I am just as excited about feeling yours."
I laughed.

	"Haha.  Well, maybe we should get you home."  He said as he started
the truck, and then pulled out onto the main highway.  We made it back to
the bookstore and he pulled up beside my car.  When he put the truck in
park he turned the engine off and looked at me.  I tried to be sexy by
looking up through my eyelashes.  I probably looked like I had a
neurological problem, but he didn't notice.


	"Thanks for tonight.  I really enjoyed it."

	"Thank you for coming with me.  I enjoyed it too.  I hope we can do
it again."  I smiled as he looked over at me.

	"I hope so too.  Would you like my phone number?"

	"Sure."  We traded numbers and I reached for the door.  I felt him
grab my other hand and I turned to look at him.  He caught my lips before I
realized what was happening.
 Again I felt the heat from his body.  His tongue lightly licked at my
lips.  I parted them slightly giving him all the invitation he needed.  He
slid his tongue inside my mouth and I lightly sucked on it.  He moaned and
ran his right hand into my hair.  I put my hand on his hip to brace myself.
He had a way of making the laws of physics disappear when he kissed me.  I
was lost in him.  When he finally let go, I sat back in the seat gasping.
"You are a great kisser."  He complimented breathlessly.

	"You are better."  I shot back at him with a grin.  I saw his
cheeks darken again.  "I will talk to you soon."

	"Okay, goodbye....for now."  He winked and gave a quick kiss.  I
got out of his truck and into my car.  Put my bag from the bookstore in the
backseat and started the car.  He waited to make sure that I got in okay,
got the car started, and pulled out.  He followed me out of the parking
lot.  When we got to the traffic light we had to part ways.  He blew me a
kiss and winked and then he was gone.  I sat there reliving the evening.
When the light finally turned green I started toward home.  I didn't know
if I should discuss it with dad or not yet.  I decided to see how the
evening went.


	When I walked through the door dad was sitting at the bar with the
Jack Daniels.

Something was wrong.  I walked in and put my stuff down.  I walked over to
him.  The bottle that was full this morning was now half empty.  He had his
head down on his arm.


	"Dad?  Are you okay?"  I asked sliding the bottle from his hand.
He looked up at me with blood shot eyes and sighed before tears starting
overtaking him again.  "Dad, what's wrong?"  I asked as I pulled him into a
hug.

	"I'm sorry you had to see me like this."  He sighed and stumbled to
the couch where he collapsed.  "I didn't want you to find me like this."
He was repeating the same thing over and over just in different ways.

	"Dad.  Look at me."  He looked at me though he looked distant.
"Tell me.  What is wrong?"


	"Your mother is trying to take you in the divorce."  He broke down
again.


	"Dad, look at me."  He did.  "She.
Will. Never. Take. Me. Anywhere."  I said definitely.  "I am old enough to
make my own decisions.  She can not throw me around like a child.  You have
nothing to worry about."  He wrapped his arms around me.  "Let's get you
upstairs."  He stood up and I help to stabilize him up the stairs.  When we
got to his room I pushed him on the bed.  He laughed as he landed like the
bear on the Snuggle commercials.  I just laughed back at him.  I stripped
his shirt off of him and then he toed off his shoes.  Then I started
unfastening his pants.  He arched his hips so I could slide them off.  Of
course no underwear.  His cock was standing at attention.


	"Looks like you made daddy all happy."  He grinned as he shook his
cock at me.  "You can't start something you don't intend to finish."  He
raised an eyebrow at me.

	"You are crazy when you are drunk.  You know that?"  I shot at him
with a grin.


	"Maybe I am.  But have never looked hotter.  You hair is all messed
up, your cheeks are flushed, your lips are swollen.  If I didn't know
better I would say you and I had already had some fun."

	Why oh why did THIS have to be the night he started paying
attention.  He was drunk.  He shouldn't be able to notice all the subtle
details.  Of course my father had to be the one person that would get
sharper the more he drank.  Might have known.  I laughed to myself.

	"Dad, you are drunk.  Why don't you get some sleep?"

	"How the hell am I supposed to sleep with this?"  He grabbed his
erection at the base and started swinging it at me.  It did look tasty.
"Shouldn't you help your old man out?"  He grinned.

	"Maybe I don't want to."  I teased as I crawled beside him in bed.
He looked at me with horror on his face.


	"I will never get to sleep with this."  He turned over so his
entire weight had me pinned to the bed.  I could feel his erection between
my legs.  It was pressing hard just under my balls and running between my
cheeks.  He lowered his lips to meet mine.  I was lost again.  I closed my
eyes and felt warm male lips against mine.  I felt his tongue stabbing my
lips demanding entrance.  I quickly obeyed.

	I felt him get up on his knees and pull me closer to him without
ever breaking the kiss.  Then I felt his cock at my entrance.  He shoved
every inch in me at once.


	"That's it baby, no lube.  Just rough sex is what daddy needs right
now."  He moaned as he chewed my tongue.


	"OH Fuck!!!!!!!!!!"  I cried out.  It felt as though my insides
were ripping apart.  I had never felt this raw need from him before.
Finally the pain started to subside as it was replaced by pleasure.  I came
shortly after.  I felt the churning in my lower abdomen.  I knew it
wouldn't be long as I cried out, "Daddy, I'm Cumming!!!"  My load shot
between us.  He scooped it up in his right hand, pulled completely out of
me, stroked his cock with his cum covered hand, and then plowed back into
me.  Two full length strokes later I felt him tense and then he shot deep
inside me.  I was amazed at how much he actually had in him.  Even before
he stopped shooting it was already running down my thigh.


	I thought he was going to pass out on top of me.  His eyes were
squeezed shut and the grimace on his face was one of either pure pleasure,
or one of extreme pain.  As he shivered and gasped I knew it was definitely
pleasure.  He rolled off of me as we both gasped for air.  As I lay there
all I could think of was Dylan.  What he would feel like inside of me?
Would he enjoy the same things I did?  Would he freak out because I had sex
with my father?  Would he understand our relationship?  Why was I wondering
about such complex situations, when I only met him today?  Would he call?
I drifted off to sleep with my father's arm across me as I was snuggled
into his hard embrace, thinking about Dylan.


	I awoke hearing my phone ringing.  I rolled over and saw the clock
read 9:00 AM and then I pick up my phone and looked at the screen...
Dylan.  My stomach turned over.  "Who is Dylan?"  I heard my dad say over
my shoulder.....