Date: Tue, 3 Jun 2014 10:22:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jason Fowler <goodtime32087@yahoo.com>
Subject: PHONE SEX WITH DADDY - CHAPTER NINE

Hey Guys, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing
it.

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are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and
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I moved my hand to his neck. Fearful dread taking hold of my throat and not
letting go. I couldn't breathe. Then I felt it. It wasn't very strong, but
I felt it. He was alive. A weak pulse thrummed against my fingers
sporadically.

"Oh God!  Daddy! Don't leave me!" I almost screamed as Ben knelt down
beside me. He shoved the phone at me and I took it. It was slick from the
blood on my hands but I dialed 911.

Two rings and they answered.

"Help me! My father is dying!"

******************************

PHONE SEX WITH DADDY – CHAPTER NINE

"I can't believe you!" The woman screamed across the room to where the two
men sat. "You had one thing to do!"

She walked across the empty room that only held the two chairs where the
two men sat. It was only her and the two men and she was not happy.

"I hired you to finish him, not just wound him." Her lips curled. She
stared at the two men who wouldn't look up.

"Ma'am, we weren't expecting..." One of them began but then looked over at
his counterpart.

"Expecting what?" She asked quietly folding her arms across her small
breasts.

"There was someone else. A young man."

"What?" Her eyebrows shot up. "Did you kill him?"

"No, ma'am. He surprised us. He didn't see us, and we caught him off
guard. So – so we roughed him up and tied him up after we finished with
the target." The other man said looking up with a smile. He looked as if he
was expecting to be praised for a job well done. Like he'd just put
together a child's bicycle for Christmas morning.

The woman walked forward and smiled at him. Then she swung. Slapping him
hard across the face. The other man bristled, but found control over his
reaction before he did anything he would regret.

"That's for fucking up." She said and then turned pulling something from
her purse. "You knew what the job was, correct?" She faced away from them.

"Yes." One of them said softly. She didn't even care which one it was. She
didn't need screw-ups in her life. Especially for this job. "Since you
failed to complete the job, payment will not be made."

"Now wait just a minute." She heard and then turned around to see the man
she hadn't slapped standing. "You said we'd get paid."

"Well," she shrugged. "Sue me." Then she lifted her hand and for the first
time he noticed she was holding a gun. The man threw his hands up.

"Now let's just calm the fuck down. We can discuss this like adults." He
said never taking his eyes off her finger already on the trigger.

"Adults? I need people who will do what they are hired to do. Like any
other job, if you fail to complete the task you are terminated." She
motioned for him to sit back down with a jerk of the gun. He complied.

"Okay, okay.  We don't get paid." The slapped man said, his hands also
raised into the air.

"Good we agree." She lowered the gun and then turned and walked to the
door. "Oh, but unlike other jobs, when you're terminated from my employment
it is permanent."  Her voice carried evenly through the air before she
lifted the gun again and shot twice. Both bullets landed exactly where
she'd aimed. One in each of the men's skulls. The dead bodies slumped and
then fell from the chairs.

"Two loose ends tied up." She said to herself before walking out and
closing the door. She climbed into the backseat of a black Tahoe which
quickly sped off.

******************************

I stared out the window and watched the rain fall. It was dark outside. I
had no idea what time it was I was frozen there at the window. I could
still see the blood everywhere. All of the memories were so fresh in my
mind: The way the paramedic had sworn and looked like there was nothing he
could do.  I saw the way they'd worked so long to get him stable enough to
even move to the ambulance.

Ben and I had ridden in the ambulance with them to the hospital. It was a
little crowded, but there was no way I could drive. My clothes had been
soaked in blood. Ben's blood. My father's blood. Oh God! There was so much
blood.

My eyes burned again as fresh tears threaten to overtake me. I had cried
almost nonstop the past two days. Two days I had been here in this room
waiting for my Dad to wake up. I glanced over at the bed and saw him
there. He was still out and had all kinds of wires and tubes coming off of
him. Oh God, that was my Dad. The man I loved more than anything. The one I
looked up to. The one who loved me. I couldn't lose him.

Ben was still in the hospital too, but he wasn't as bad thank goodness. He
had some bruises and a broken rib, but thankfully nothing major beyond
that. He was in a room on another level in the hospital and I had been to
see him a couple of times. The first time I had went to see him he looked
so bad. He was all alone in the room and I felt bad for not being there for
him.

He told me I wasn't thinking clearly and he knew I had to be with Dad. He
had told me to stay with Dad, but I had still been back a few times just
because I had to know that he was okay.

Not long after we had arrived and I told the doctor's what little I knew a
police detective had shown up. He asked if I would go to the station with
him, and I felt a panic attack coming on. The thought of leaving Dad and
Ben alone in their hospital rooms was beyond my reasoning at that moment.

The detective had calmed me back down telling me I could answer his
questions at my Father's side. I was very thankful for that. He had been
kind, and asked me all kinds of questions. He took a lot of notes, and then
when he left he put his hand on my shoulder and swore they would catch the
person responsible. I had no idea who would want to hurt my father or Ben.

I told them how Ben had said it was his father. He had written something
down and asked a lot of questions about that particular thing, but I wasn't
completely convinced since Dad seemed to be the true target. It was his
blood everywhere. From what I found Ben just seemed to be in the wrong
place at the wrong time. I'm sure they questioned him extensively over it,
or they would soon. Poor Ben. My heart squeezed again feeling everything
settling back down on me.

I hadn't left the hospital since we'd arrived, and luckily one of the
nurses had given me an extra set of scrubs to wear after I took a shower. I
cried while I was along in the shower that night. I watched through blurry
eyes as the blood ran down the drain. My Father's blood. Ben's blood. I
couldn't wrap my head around the fact that just outside of the bathroom my
father laid unconscious and he may be dying.

I heard the door open and I looked up. I almost couldn't believe my eyes. I
rubbed them just to see if my mind was playing a cruel joke on me. When I
opened them again he was still standing there.

Coach John.

I stood up and went into his arms as he held them out and I started to
sob. He gripped me tightly as tears began pouring out of my eyes and onto
his shirt. He tried to soothe me and just held me as I cried for several
moments. Nothing mattered at that moment except that my Dad and Ben, my
boyfriend, were in the hospital hurt.

"Coach. They said...they said they didn't know..." I sobbed again and he
pulled me back a little to look at me.

"Jeremy, calm down. What did they say?" He asked wiping my tears away and
pulling me down onto the small sofa at the end of Dad's room. God, I hated
thinking of this cold, sterile place as `Dad's room.'

"The doctor's said they don't know if he'll make it." I felt the thickness
growing in my throat again.

"Of course he'll make it." He said pulling me down into his chest so I was
laying on him.  It felt so good just to be comforted again. Just to know
that I had someone to lean on. I heard the door open again and I looked
up. I almost threw up when she walked in.

My mother closed the door and then scanned the room. Her blonde hair was
pulled back into a bun and she looked very severe. This is not who I wanted
to talk to.

"You're alright?" She asked when she spotted me. The sound of shock in her
voice was unsettling.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Coach asked her pulling me behind him
as if protecting me from her. It was such a shocking thing that I was
stunned into silence.

"My husband is almost dead, and my son needs his mother." She said back to
him. Her tone was even and cold. If one could describe a voice as `dead'
that's the word I would use for what she sounded like. A flat, cold, dead
tone of voice. I didn't recognize the woman my mother had become.

"Where have you been, Mom?" I asked finally finding some solid ground to
stand on.

"I'm right here, baby." False sincerity. She walked toward me and I pulled
John in front of me as he moved toward her.

"Don't go near him you heartless bitch." John snarled at her. I swear I
could hear his teeth grinding. "Get the fuck out of this room or I am
calling security."

"Do you have any idea what I could..."

"I don't need your fucking empty threats. So pick up your goddamned, holier
than thou, attitude and get the fuck out of my sight before I get angry."
He said cutting her off.

This wasn't angry? I stared at John unsure of what was really
happening. The tension was so thick in the room I had to breathe heavy. I
watched as my mother's eyes narrowed into slits.

"This isn't over John." She said and then turned away walking out the door.

I was still staring at him when he turned around. My stomach was in my
throat and I felt so dizzy I thought I might fall. He caught me as I swayed
and pulled me down on the sofa again.

"What was all that?" I finally asked against his chest after I felt my
heart beating normal again.

"Jeremy, we need to talk." Fuck, this couldn't be good. I pulled back and
almost burst into tears as I saw his eyes flood with moisture. "Oh God,
this is all my fault."

"What is your fault?" I asked suddenly very confused.

"This." He said gesturing around the room and then to my father.

"How could this possibly be your fault?" I said not believing for a moment
he had anything to do with hurting Dad. Yes, I know he had been distant
toward me lately, but nothing to this degree.

"Let me start at the beginning." He said pulling me down again. "Do you
remember the very first time you and I got together?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked not seeing at all the direction we
were going.

"I need to explain this to you, but I want you to understand it all. Now,
do you remember?"

I nodded at the memories came flooding back to me:

****************************** ONE YEAR AGO ******************************

"Son of a bitch!" I said when I threw my backpack into my car.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked from two parking spaces over. We were both about
to climb into our cars and leave. It had been a very long and boring day at
school and an even longer practice. I was ready to just go home and
masturbate while thinking about my cute best friend.

"I forgot my gym clothes in the locker room. I've got to wash that shit, it
stinks like fuck." I said looking over at him. Yeah, I was cool. I could
use two curse words in the same sentence.

"Dude, sucks for you. I can't wait on you, I've got to get to work." Ben
said climbing in his car. I waved at him and he squealed the tires as he
flipped me off. I laughed and threw him the bird too. I jogged all the way
across campus passing by a random student or two who were straggling behind
the majority of the student body already gone for the day.

When I got to the locker room I threw the door open and walked to my
locker. I heard the shower running, but I ignored it. I knew sometimes the
janitors turned it on to help scrub the grime of a full day's worth of
young boy sweat off the tiles.

What I wasn't expecting was to hear a moan. I froze in my tracks. I turned
toward the showers and crept closer to them. The water was running so I
knew I wouldn't be heard.  I walked into the steaming room and saw an
incredible sight.

There he was, our senior football captain, Thaddeus Daniels, stroking his
fat teen cock. I was mesmerized. Up until this point in my life I had never
seen another cock in person aside from my own. I know what you're thinking:
Dude, you play fucking football of course you've seen other cocks. No. I
hadn't.

I am a big guy with a very soft nature. I am modest and shy. I know I don't
look the best, and my big tits and ass for a guy were hell enough in high
school. I didn't need anyone seeing for real. I always changed in the
stalls. Yeah, I got teased over that too, but it was a hell of a lot better
than some jock trying to prove his manhood by comparing my tits to his
girlfriend's.

I walked closer, stunned by what I was seeing. I just wanted to watch,
honestly. I had no desire to touch him, because I had no desire to get my
ass kicked.  Unfortunately he chose that exact moment to open his eyes.

I knew the second he saw me because his hand froze and I looked up. He was
staring at me, and growing furious by the second. I turned and tried to
run, but the faster, stronger jock caught me.

"You fucking pussy. I knew you were a fag." He said when he pulled me
down. "No wonder you always change in the toilet. You don't want anyone to
see your little boner when you're looking at all the guys around the
room. Right?"

I didn't answer and he stood leaving me on my knees in front of him. My
face was now level with his cock and it was still semi-hard. Any other
situation this might have been hot, but he was fuming. He grabbed my hair
and pulled it back roughly. Then he spat in my face and I tried to get
away. This was not what I wanted. I did not want my first time to be rape.

I tried to pull away but he was stronger. I had seen the guy lifting
weights and now I was on the receiving end of all that strength.

"No!" I screamed and felt his fist come into contact with my jaw. I didn't
realize it hurt for a few seconds, but then the pain shot through me like a
bullet.

"Thaddeus!  What are you doing?" I heard a deeper voice behind me and I
squirmed when he released me.

"Um, nothing."  He said as I scrambled up to my feet and then to the
sink. Blood was pooling in my mouth and I had to spit it out. It was
disgusting.

"Get out of here you little shit." I heard and then looked up to see
Thaddeus scamper out the door. More blood and I had to spit again. When I
looked up again I saw Coach John standing at the counter.

"Coach. I – I can explain." I said holding my jaw.

"Holy shit!  Did he do that to you?"

I shook my head. All I needed was to compound the problem by ratting him
out.

"Come with me." He said and I followed him out of the locker room and into
his office. He sat me down on a couch there across from his desk and
grabbed an ice pack out of the small freezer he kept beside his desk. He
wrapped the pack in a towel and then walked over to the couch and took the
seat right beside me. He smiled softly as he pushed the towel to my face.

Luckily it wasn't very bad, and the bleeding had already stopped. I looked
up and saw him staring at me. Something rose in my belly and I was lost. He
reached over and lightly stroked my lip. His touch was very gentle but it
still sent a bolt of electricity through me.

"This will heal. It won't mess up your beautiful face."

I leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. He palmed the back of my
head and pulled me closer so our lips were fused together. His short beard
at the time was scratching me and I was enjoying every moment. I felt his
tongue teasing my lips and I parted them and felt him dive in. I suckled
his tongue and then felt it battle with my own.

As soon as it had begun it felt like it was over and he was pulling
away. He stared at me with a shocked look on his face. I felt my stomach
clench and my chest heaved.  I tried to stand up, certain I would be in so
much trouble.

"I – I have to go." I said, but he pulled me back.

"Wait. Jeremy.  I am so sorry. I should not have done that." He said. I
felt his fingers tightening their grip on my upper arms.

"You didn't do anything Coach." I said scared to death. I couldn't hold his
stare and my gaze dropped to my hands. "I shouldn't have. I am so sorry."

"Jeremy?" He pushed his finger softly under my chin and lifted my face
until I was looking in his eyes again. "Don't be sorry. That was amazing."

I grinned and felt my cheeks get hot. My jaw was still sore, but nothing I
couldn't handle. I licked my lips and I saw him look at the motion. He
licked his own lips, and then I did it again. Only this time I exaggerated
the motion and teased. I had no idea what the fuck I was doing, but from
where I was sitting I didn't care.

Then he took over. He pushed himself forward and I leaned back against the
couch with him climbing over me. I felt him part my thighs and settle
between them so my legs were wrapped around him. We still both wore shorts
and our t-shirts, but he was grinding his cock into mine through the
fabric. His lips were all over my throat and my mouth. It was like being
swallowed into the vortex that was my Coach and all of his bliss.

I reached between us and grabbed his cock. I heard him growl and his teeth
lightly sank into my bottom lip. The action was so incredible. He pushed
his crotch into my hand and I felt him leaking through the fabric.

He climbed off of me and I watched as he stood up and pulled his shirt over
his head. I stared up at the beautiful patch of dark hair covering his
broad chest. Then his hands slipped down to his shorts which he quickly
peeled off along with the jock-strap at the same time. I stared at my now
naked coach who was only inches away from me. I stood up beside him and
looked at him.

"You're going to have to take off your own clothes." He said. I had no idea
why, but I wasn't about to let this opportunity pass my by. I lifted my
shirt up and then yanked down my shorts and boxers. Within five seconds I
was standing naked with him.

"I – don't know what to do." I finally admitted. I felt heat rising
inside of me until I was sure my entire body was bright red with
embarrassment. He reached out and took my shoulders in his hands.

"I'll teach you." He said in a soft and reassuring tone. He pulled me in
and kissed me deeply. It was another toe-curling experience. I reached out
and put my hands on his hairy chest for support so I wouldn't collapse on
the floor and look like a complete idiot fumbling around in my first sexual
experience.

His tongue teased my lips and I parted them to let him in. He moaned when I
suckled his tongue again and I loved to hear his appreciation. Our cocks
were now rubbing against each other bare and both of us producing enough
precum to slick us up for the ride.

"It's time to suck your first cock, Jeremy." He said in a very husky voice
after he pulled back. My stomach leaped into my chest just at the prospect
of having that experience. Was I really about to do this?

I watched as Coach John walked over to the door of his office. I was
suddenly very shy at standing naked and alone in this open space but he
sure wasn't. He strode over to the door with such a confidence that I felt
inferior. He locked the door and pulled the shades shut. Then he turned
around and his cock was sticking straight out from the dark curls
surrounding the base. It looked so big. His cock led the way as he walked
back over to the couch and sat back down. Then he held up one finger and
motioned for me to come closer.

I moved my hands down in front of me to try and hide some of my less than
stellar body.  It's not every day that a man who is dripping with sexuality
beckons you to your knees. I settled down between his legs and looked up
into his eyes. He leaned forward and took my chin between his finger and
thumb. His stare was intense and a little unsettling.

"Today will start your training into the world of sex. Don't be afraid, I
will never hurt you. If at any time you don't want to do something or
you're ready to stop you just say the word."

"Like a safe word?" I asked trying to sound like I knew what the hell I was
talking about.

"Read a lot of porn, do you?" He grinned as I nodded. "No. Not like a safe
word. A safe word is a tool used during a sex game. This is not a fucking
game. I do not play games.  I see what I want and I go after it."

I gulped feeling just how serious he was. His eyes took on a darker shadow
and I felt my entire body throb with the pulse in my cock.

"No games." I said in a very shaky voice. He kissed me quickly and then
pulled back.

"No games. If you want to stop, you say stop." He said and I nodded again
not trusting my unreliable voice at this point. He took the base of his
cock and pointed it straight at my mouth. "Open."

I did what he said and parted my lips. He slid just the tip into my mouth
and moaned. I was tasting my very first dick and I instantly knew this was
right. I sucked on the head feeling my cheeks hollow out.

"Treat it like a lollipop. Tease your tongue all over it," he said. "Oh
yeah! That's it baby.  Tease that tongue on Coach's big cock."

Who the fuck knew I'd love dirty talk that much? I fell in love in that
moment. Isn't it just like a young, dumb teenager to fall in and out of
love so often? Well, fall in love I did. I fell in love with my big, burly
bear of a Coach and I fell in love with sucking dick.

"I'm not going to last!" He said and I looked up into his eyes. Did I dare?
Should I? What would he think? Would he be disgusted if I swallowed his
cum? Would he be pissed if I didn't? How do you decide something like that
when you have a man on the precipice of release, and your own cock is
throbbing between your legs.

"Oh God!" He moaned again and I sucked him a little deeper. "Yeah, that's
it, baby." God, I loved him calling me that. I may have been wrapped in my
own air-tight fantasy, but it was my fucking fantasy. He was calling me
baby.

"Here it cums." He said grunting on the last word and the first stream of
semen splashed up against the roof of my mouth. Every previous thought I'd
had in my cerebral debate was vanquished as I tasted his salty liquid.

I swallowed and he shot again. I swallowed again and he filled my mouth
again. I was barely able to keep up, but his moaning never ceased. Finally,
after what had to be seven thick shots of Coach cum he dribbled out onto my
tongue and I teased his cock again. He jumped slightly and I smiled up at
him as he looked into my eyes.

I stood up and pumped my cock exactly three times before my knees went weak
and my own load shot out of my cock. He grabbed my arm as I swayed in the
feelings but still shot my thick cum all over his chest. When I finally
came down off the best fucking orgasm of my life up until that point I
collapsed onto the couch beside him.

We sat there for long moments trying to catch our breath. Silence was
filling the room and it almost became unbearable after fifteen long minutes
of not moving or saying anything. Finally I couldn't take it any longer and
I stood up beside him. He looked at me as I stared back at him. I had no
idea what to do now. No one ever talks about what you do in those awkward
moments after you've had sex.

What had been so amazing was quickly turning into something very
uneasy. What was I supposed to do? What if people at school found out? What
if my parents found out? What if this got out? Coach could lose his job all
because of me. I turned away unable to look at the man who had just taught
me all about oral sex. I felt a million thoughts racing around me, and I
was scared of each and every one of them.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped at the touch. I saw Coach looking
at me. He pulled me into his arms and began rubbing my back. It felt nice
to be in his arms. He pulled me down onto the couch.

"I don't want you to get into trouble." I blurted out. I've never been able
to control my mouth when I get emotional in any direction.

"Well, that's good because I don't want to get in trouble." He laughed.

"How can you joke at a time like this?"

"A time like what?" He asked me harshly. I pulled back. "I'm sorry. I can't
read your mind, Jeremy."

"What if this gets out? What if my parents find out? What if someone at the
school finds out?  I don't want you to get in trouble because of me!"

"No one is going to find out, Baby." He still called me that? Wow! "This is
our secret."

"Yes, secret.  That's good!" I said realizing I hadn't thought of the most
obvious answer.  Then the next thought made me go cold straight to the
core. "What – what if someone finds out about me? I don't want to be
some joke. Oh God, what about Thaddeus." I stared at Coach.

"I will take care of Thaddeus. His college scholarship depends on his
grades and his performance on the field." He pulled my face up softly so I
was looking in his eyes. "If he does anything to harm you, if he even so
much as breathes in your direction I will take it all away."

I sighed feeling somewhat better. I put my head on his shoulder as he
slowly stroked my back again. I felt so safe. I didn't know how I could
possibly repay him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I blurted out again. His face jerked to mine with
wide eyes. I looked away suddenly very embarrassed. My entire body tensed
up.

"Yes, I do."  He said in a soothing tone. "I want to teach you everything,
Baby. But not today."

"Coach, I feel safe here." I said positioning myself back on his chest with
his arms around me.

"I will always protect you, Jeremy."

******************************

The incredible memory came to an end on his words. I looked over and saw my
father still unconscious in the hospital bed. The machine still beeping
slow and steady with his heartbeat and I was still wrapped in Coach John's
arms.

"You said you'd always protect me." I said pulling up to look into his
eyes.

"Oh fuck." He swore softly before running his thumb across my cheek to
eliminate the tear.  "It's like a knife to my gut to see those tears in
your eyes, Baby. I am so sorry I broke my promise."

I tried to silence him. There was no need to prolong pain. He moved my
hand.

"I can make it up to you." He held me tightly staring down into my eyes. "I
know who is responsible for the attack on your Dad."

******************************

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