Date: Sun, 20 Dec 2009 07:54:00 -0800 (PST) From: Dominic Stiles <dominic.stiles@yahoo.com> Subject: Ricky's Initiation NOTE FROM THE WRITER: December 2009 My Dear Reader, I thought you might enjoy knowing my little tale actually happened ... not between a father and son ... but as a role-play between a 40 year-old writer and a 23-year old actor. We enjoy taboo fantasies. We match the descriptions in the story. It was the single most erotic night of my life. RICKY'S INITIATION By Dominic Stiles (dominic.stiles@yahoo.com) The door opened and little Ricky rushed into Daddy's arms, nuzzling his head into Daddy's chest for comfort. "What's wrong little boy?" Ricky looked up into his Daddy's strong, comforting face, his eyes welling up. His face and schoolboy uniform were stained with tears. "The boys at my new junior high school all tease me in the locker room," Ricky sobbed. "Awwww ... do they? Well go hang up your coat, put away your school bag and come into the living room and tell your Daddy all about it." "Yes, sir." "Make your Daddy his evening drink." "Yes, sir." "And you know what, kiddo, I think you're finally old enough for one of your own." "Really, sir?" "You're upset ... it will make you feel better." "Thank you, sir." Daddy grins. "Just don't tell your mother." "No, sir." Little Ricky hanged his coat in the hall closet and put down his school bag. He went to the bar and poured his Daddy a whiskey. He likes serving his Daddy. He nervously made himself a drink as well. "What will this be like?" he wondered. Daddy was relaxing on the sofa. Ricky handed Daddy his whiskey and remained standing. "Thanks, little Ricky." "You're welcome, sir." "Cheers! Drink up, boy." They drank together. Ricky coughed and sputtered. Daddy laughed. Ricky knelt down in front of Daddy, carefully untied and removed each shoe. He knows his place. He knows his chores. When he finished, he looked up for approval. Daddy tussled Ricky's hair affectionately and pulled a fine cigar from its humidor. The little boy picked up his Daddy's favorite Zippo and held it out for Daddy keeping it lit and steady. He knew better than to put it away before he's told. In between puffs, Daddy examined the tip of his cigar and once satisfied said, "good boy." "Thank you, sir." Daddy patted his lap. "Come sit here and tell me about it." "Yes, sir." Ricky settled in. It felt so good to sit there again, like he did as a boy for story time. Daddy hadn't invited him to sit like this in years and he'd missed it so much. He had wanted so badly to ask, but was too scared. He'd missed feeling the scruff from Daddy's beard on his cheek and his strong reassuring arm around him. He'd also missed feeling Daddy's manhood softly against his leg. Ricky never knew if Daddy had noticed but Ricky certainly had. It felt so good to be that close to a real man. Ricky wondered if Daddy knew that Daddy's pin-stripped suit was secretly Ricky's favorite. He hoped so. He hoped that Daddy knew and had worn it for him. Ricky twiddled Daddy's tie absent-mindedly. Daddy was amused. "I started gym class today ... they made us wrestle. But first they weighed all of us. I was the lightest and everyone laughed at me. There were only two other boys in my weight class and they both pinned me over and over. There was nothing I could do, Daddy. They're all stronger than me." Daddy kissed his precious boy on top of his head and said, "Don't worry, you'll grow bigger someday." "Will I Daddy?" "You will be a big man like me someday. I promise." "Really?" "Of course, boy. I made you. So you'll be just like me." "Wow! I hope so, Daddy. You're so tall and strong." "Well it doesn't sound like today was that bad." "There's more, Daddy." Ricky hesitated. "Please don't make me tell you, sir." Daddy grabbed his boy's face firmly. "You do not keep secrets from your Daddy! What happened?" Little Ricky looked away. "I didn't know we had to shower after. So I was the only one without a towel. I wanted to sneak out, but the coach stands by the showers with a clipboard watching us. If I don't shower I'll get marked down. So I had to walk to the showers with nothing on." "All the boys laughed and pointed at me. They said I look like a Japanese girl. They called me 'faggot'." Ricky's green eyes start to well with tears again. "I hate my body!" he exclaimed. "Nonsense!" said Daddy. "You are my beautiful boy. And my beautiful boy has a beautiful body." "Really, sir?" "I will show you." Daddy took off Ricky's school uniform tie and slowly unbuttoned Ricky's crisp white shirt. Ricky was scared yet exhilarated. He missed the days when his Daddy used to dress him. Sure, learning to dress himself made him feel grown up. But now Daddy's strong, hot breath on his neck and smell of whiskey and cigars made all those memories of standing before his Daddy in his tight little boy briefs come rushing back. Daddy finished peeling off his boy's shirt ... revealing pert, bright pink nipples that match his floppy red hair. "Now I want you to do exactly as I say." "Yes, sir." "Sit on the floor and take off your shoes and socks. Then stand up and take off your pants." "Yes, sir." Ricky did as he was told, as his fear gave way to terror. As he peeled away his clothes he felt smaller and smaller. He stood before Daddy, not fully understanding, but somehow knowing this was an inspection. What if he failed? The sting of the boys' taunts would be nothing compared to the devastation of Daddy's rejection. He so badly wanted his Daddy's love and approval. "Come sit back down." "Yes, sir." Daddy gently caressed his boy. "You see? My boy is beautiful." "I am, Daddy?" asked Ricky, sniffling. Daddy slowly worked his way up his boy's body, from the bottom to the top. "You are, my boy ... these slender legs, your smooth, tight little tummy, your tiny little navel, your lovely pink nipples, your perfect red lips." And with his last words, Daddy moved in slowly and kissed little Ricky on the lips for the first time in his life. It was a father's kiss, to be sure, gentle at first, then stronger, reassuring. But there was something else in this kiss, something new ... something he'd never felt before. Ricky was too naive to know passion. But there was no mistaking the electric thrill sending chills through every part of his body. "You are my beautiful boy." All Ricky's pain and hurt dissolved away. He may not be a man yet, but he suddenly knew what he wanted more clearly and confidently than anything ever before in his charmed, sheltered little life. Ricky grabbed his Daddy's face with a boldness he'd never known. They kissed furiously ... no longer the kisses a Daddy gives his boy to 'make it all better'. These were the kisses of lovers. Daddy pulled his boy in tight, exploring Ricky's lovely little curves and perky little boy muscles. At last they pause. Daddy sipped his whiskey and puffed his cigar. Ricky was consumed with the impatient desire of youth that had not yet learned to savor the beautiful moments in life. Suddenly what Ricky thought was an innocent question occurred to him. "Daddy, you said you made me?" "I did." "How, Daddy?" "With my cock." "What's that Daddy?" "Remember when I taught you how to go pee pee like a good, little, grown-up boy?" "Yes, sir." "You know you have a pee pee?" Ricky remembered the humiliation of gym class. With his eyes once again downcast he said, "Yes, Daddy. The other boys all have bigger ones. And they have dark hair on theirs." "Well you don't have much hair because you're a beautiful redhead, Ricky. And I'll tell you a secret...." "Yes, Daddy?" "Your Daddy has one that's bigger than all those other boys'." Ricky's eyes popped wide open. "You do, Daddy?" "Of course I do. I made you with it." "You made me with your, pee pee, Daddy?!" "No, silly boy. I made you with my cock." "I don't understand, Daddy." "When a boy grows up, his pee pee gets bigger and becomes a cock." "Really?!" "Yes, my dear little Ricky. And then he can use his cock to make himself a new boy ... a loyal son who will learn to please his Daddy when he's old enough." "REALLY?!?!" "Yes, my sweet boy." Daddy kissed his beloved son again and Ricky felt better. "Do you want to learn to please your Daddy?" "Oh yes, sir, more than anything." "You've never seen a grown-up cock have you, Ricky?" "No, sir." "Would you like to see your Daddy's cock?" Ricky's head was spinning, his mind reeling, his body vibrating with young hormones come to life for the first time. "Please, Daddy, please." "Would you like to see your Daddy's cock right now?" "Please, Daddy, please!" Daddy chuckled and sweetly kissed his boy again. He sipped his whiskey and puffed his nearly finished cigar as Ricky watched, confused at the delay. After letting his boy sit with the exquisite torture of anticipation for what seemed to young Ricky like an eternity, at last Daddy asked, "And what would you do with it?" "Ummm ...." Daddy laughed again. "That's what I thought." Daddy gave his cigar one last puff, then left it to go out on the chrome ashtray. He gave Ricky a sly, side-long look. Ricky felt a chill. Daddy clearly had a plan, but Ricky had no idea what was in store. "You will need to learn more about your own little body in order to please your Daddy." "Yes, sir." Daddy fixed little Ricky with a powerful gaze and licked one finger. He reached underneath his boy, flicked the taint of his little briefs to the side and slowly slid his finger into Ricky's quivering hole. Ricky gasped but held his Daddy's stare. It was more than just a stare. It felt like a telepathic beam, giving Ricky carnal knowledge he'd never had before. The penetration was overwhelming. The sensation was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Ricky felt closer to his Daddy than ever before. "Do you know what this is, little Ricky?" Ricky shuddered from the overwhelming pleasure his young body could barely absorb, unable to speak. Still not looking away he merely nodded no. "This is your boy pussy," Daddy said. "Yes, sir." "This is how you will please me." "Yes, sir. I want to sir." "And this is how I will please you." Gasping for air, Ricky barely managed to ask, "What, sir?" Daddy grinned and pushed a second finger deep inside, hitting Ricky's little g-spot. Ricky's world exploded. Daddy pulled him into the tightest embrace he'd ever felt. They kissed as Daddy massaged his little pussy and his g-spot. Ricky felt like he was hallucinating. The pleasure was so far beyond his ability to cope. It was so intense, he felt as if he were being born into the world for the first time, having never felt anything at all before this moment. Ricky couldn't imagine how this could continue without the pleasure destroying him. Yet he desperately wanted Daddy to never stop. Ricky would have been shattered if he did. "I would do anything for you, Daddy." "Good boy." "Thank you, sir." "You're almost ready...." "Almost, Daddy?" "Almost ... my sweet, baby boy...." Daddy prodded Ricky's g-spot again and again, each wave sending him higher and higher. Ricky could barely think. The room was spinning. No! The world was spinning. No! That wasn't it either. The whole universe was spinning. Yes! All of existence was swirling around this apex of pleasure and thrilling new adult knowledge that Daddy had created just for Ricky. He felt like the most beautiful, special, luckiest boy who ever lived. Almost? Almost?! What else could there be? Ricky's mind reeled, unable to latch onto anything at all ... desperate for understanding. What was Daddy waiting for? Then in a flash, Ricky remembered. He remembered a word. He remembered a word the boys at school used ... a dark and powerful word ... a word he had not understood, but now suddenly did. "FUCK ME, DADDY! PLEASE, FUCK ME!" With Daddy's fingers still inside his boy pussy Ricky threw his arms around his Daddy. Daddy whispered in his ear, "Now at last, you're ready, my boy." "Thank you, Daddy!" In one swift motion, Daddy stood lifting Ricky up and carried him into the bedroom. Daddy pulled out of Ricky at last and laid him on the bed. Ricky felt a sense of loss at the emptiness inside him. But it made his lust to be filled even greater. Daddy took off his tie and hung up his suit. Ricky liked to watch his Daddy undress. But Daddy always made him leave once Daddy got to his boxers. Today was different. Daddy stood naked at the foot of the bed and Ricky was consumed with yet another unimagined pleasure. He looked at his Daddy's tall, hairy body and he felt proud ... proud to have the best Daddy any boy ever had. He looked at Daddy's cock, thick, strong and powerful. It made him understand at last his desires, no longer vague and murky. Then, suddenly, a wave of fear took him. Daddy's cock! Ricky's boy pussy! Oh no! Oh, God, no! Oh, God, yes! Ricky laid helpless on his back with his legs splayed open and his briefs stained with a boy's anticipation. Daddy slowly climbed on top of his boy, kissing his way up his tight little body. He paused to enjoy his boy's lips again as he lowered himself onto his boy. Ricky was overwhelmed by the weight of his Daddy. He could barely breathe, yet it felt so wonderful. Daddy moved his face to the sweet curve of Ricky's neck. Daddy's beard tickled. But then it suddenly changed to rough and strong as Daddy buried his face in Ricky's neck. Waves of joy sent Goosebumps rippling over Ricky's whole body. Ricky wondered, "How many more new sensations are there to discover?" He thought, "Please, oh please let this never end." Suddenly, Daddy rose up above Ricky. He took Ricky's legs and positioned them straight up in the air. He roughly grabbed Ricky's cute little briefs and pulled them all the way off in a single motion. The air hit Ricky's moist boy pussy and it made his little hole quiver. Daddy didn't even look down. Without warning Daddy flipped Ricky over, pulled him down on the bed, roughly spread his legs and plunged his hairy face into Ricky's wet little pussy, licking, lapping and slurping. Ricky's world exploded again. The pleasure was inconceivable and nearly unbearable. He was horrified but paralyzed by the sensations. What on earth was this? It was beyond comprehension. Even though he knew exactly what was happening, he has no idea what was happening. Daddy's breathing was getting louder and heavier and he started to emit grunts of pleasure. Daddy probed deeply with his strong, fat tongue. Ricky's gushing wet boy pussy bucked and thrust and begged to be filled. Daddy moved up to Ricky's ear and lowered himself onto the quivering boy. Daddy let his cock come to rest between Ricky's butt cheeks, slowing rocking up and down, teasing and becoming moist. "Are you ready, little Ricky?" "Yes, sir." "Thirteen years ago my cock made you a baby. Today, my cock will make you my own special boy." "Thank you, Daddy." Daddy savagely plunged deep into little Ricky ... roughly, callously, cruelly. Ricky cried out in pain, "Daddy!" He tried to claw at the sheets but Daddy pinned his wrists to the mattress. "Daddy, you're hurting me!" "Good!" Ricky reeled with pain and betrayal. Why would his Daddy want to hurt him? He'd been a good boy, hadn't he? Daddy started thrusting and the pain made Ricky's vision turn to a blinding white light. What had he done? How could he make his Daddy stop this horror? "Take it, boy!" "Why, Daddy?" "No boy of mine is going to be a whiny coward. Take it!" "No, Daddy!" "Don't make me get my belt, boy!" Daddy paused for a moment collapsing back on top of his boy, still pinning him down. Ricky remembered the only time his Daddy ever beat him. It was that day his Daddy told him to take his ball outside. But the cold air made little Ricky shiver so he had sneaked back into the living room to play. It hadn't been long before, his ball crashed into Daddy's bar, shattering all Daddy's liquor bottles. Daddy was furious. It had been an accident ... but it wasn't losing the bar that had made Daddy so angry. Ricky had been disobedient. His punishment was swift but fierce. It left his perky little butt cheeks rosy for a week. That was the first and last time Ricky was ever disobedient. After that he resolved to always be a good boy. Daddy flexed his cock deep inside Ricky's little boy pussy. The pain shattered his flashback, bringing him crashing back into the present. But with the pain there was something else. As they lay together, breathing heavily, to Ricky's amazement and relief ... the pain started to fade ... as it did, another sensation because discernable ... pleasure. Daddy flexed his cock again, hitting Ricky's g-spot. Suddenly Ricky remembered the pleasures he'd experienced on the sofa. The sensations mingled together into a terrible and wonderful medley, the pain making the pleasure that much sweeter. At last he understood how to please his Daddy.... Take the pain for Daddy's pleasure. That's what a good boy does. "No, sir. You don't have to get your belt. I'll be a good boy. I want to be a good boy. I'll do anything for you, Daddy." "That's a good boy." Daddy raised himself up and slowly drew his cock all the way out of Ricky's ass. He let his swollen cock head hover over Ricky's sloppy wet gaping hole. The anticipation was excruciating for Ricky and Daddy seemed to know it. Slam! All the way back in. Yes, it hurt. But Ricky's g-spot sent out anesthetic waves of pleasure making it bearable and that much better. Slam! Again. Ricky's boyish little voice moaned with pleasure. Slam! Slam! Slam! Daddy started a steady pounding motion. Ricky had never felt like such a good boy in his whole life. "Obedience" he thought. "That's how I make my Daddy happy." As Daddy fucked little Ricky harder and harder Ricky started to feel something new. Impossible! Surely there could not be anything else! He'd found the courage to endure the pain without knowing there would be yet another reward. Ricky started to feel a warmness in his loins, and then a slow churning. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! Daddy's thrusting had reached a fevered pace. Ricky looked over his shoulder and was startled at the sight. Daddy was a wild animal with a carnal, primal look in his eye. Ricky felt a single drop of sweat fall from Daddy's brow onto his flushed, pretty face. And Ricky's world exploded again. Ricky cried out as waves of ecstasy and uncontrollable convulsions coursed through him. His pain was washed away and all he felt was pleasure and the sense of being completely filled by his Daddy. His little hole, stretched to its limit, once again found it's original tightness in spasms around Daddy's cock. Ricky could feel Daddy's cock swell inside him in response to this new stimulation. Daddy started a low growl, which grew to a roar. Daddy's world exploded. Daddy pumped a hot geyser of the fertile juice that first brought his boy into the world into his Ricky's eager, quivering body. Daddy collapsed onto little Ricky. Ricky felt his Daddy's powerful heart pounding and Daddy's cock throbbing inside his pussy. Ricky had never felt so safe and warm and loved in his whole life. Daddy breathed heavily for a long time and then let out a long exhale. It was the sigh of a man whose grand designs had at last been fulfilled. Finally Daddy whispered into Ricky's ear. "Who's my good boy?" "I am, Daddy." "Who's my beautiful boy?" "I am, Daddy." "Who's going to make his Daddy happy every day from now on?" "I am, Daddy." Copyright Dominic Stiles 2009. All rights reserved.