Date: Wed, 19 Aug 2015 01:42:58 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Talking Daddy Into It

                      TALKING DADDY INTO IT

                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

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     [Note: This story involves a father and his underaged son having a
sexual encounter.  As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in
reality either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly defined
border between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort
of stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life.  But
if stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no
further.  I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so
prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too
far for you.]

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     I was dragging as I got home that afternoon, and Mom saw me looking
like my dog just died. "What's the matter, Jake, honey?" she asked me.

     "Ohhhh!" I threw my baseball glove down on the cabinet and sat down at
the table where my mother was pouring me a glass of milk. "Our assistant
coach has quit. He's moving to Las Vegas, he said, and can't help coach our
team any more."

     "Oh, baby!" my mother empathized. She knew what that meant, if a team
didn't have at least three coaches to act as chaperones, we couldn't go on
any away games and would have to forfeit all the games; it would end any
hope of us winning any awards this summer.

     "Coach says if one of our fathers will promise to go on all our away
games with us, then we can still compete." I said hopefully.

     Mom didn't have to ask me what I was thinking. "Well, you can ask your
father if he'll agree. But oh, honey, you know how tired he gets on his job
every night. He's in there still sleeping." My daddy worked nights, it was
one reason why he'd be available for our away games, that were always on
weekends, Saturday and Sunday, a full weekend of two games for each trip,
and my Dad had Friday and Saturday nights off, he could meet us for the
trip real early on Saturday morning, go on the trip and be home in time to
work Sunday night as usual.

     "But we have to get somebody, the first game is this weekend!" I
moaned. And it was already Thursday!

     "You'd better go in there, wake him up, and ask him. But don't be
upset if he says no, he does work really hard every night." Mom said
again. "Tell him dinner will be ready in another hour."

     "I will." I said with a certain satisfaction. I'd been told how to
convince my Daddy. Before getting home, I'd run into some guys on the
sidewalk, high school boys, who'd seen me and overheard me talking to my
neighbor/friend about trying to get my Daddy to agree to come on the away
games. My friend had said, "You'll never talk your Dad into doing that, no
more'n I could talk my Dad into it."

     And the guys had overhead, and one had laughed and said, "You just
have to know how to convince him, kid!"

     I'd asked how and they'd told me, while my friend had walked on to his
own home. The high school boys were laughing as I walked away like they'd
played a joke on me, but I didn't care. We had to have someone, right away,
so I was ready to give their idea, any idea, a try. If it didn't work, then
we were going to lose both the away games this weekend for sure, which was
why I'd been so downcast when I'd walked in the door and Mom had seen me.

     Daddy was lying on the bed, on top of the covers, wearing only a pair
of briefs. It had been really hot this week, and our family didn't have air
conditioning. I paused a while and looked at Daddy. He was really a big,
nicely-muscled guy, he was wide-shouldered, thin-waisted, with biceps like
oranges and upper legs like watermelons. His chest had a thick scattering
of brown hair darker than the hair on his head, enough to make his muscles
look all textured and soft and warm and inviting. I felt like getting into
bed with him and just cuddling up with him and taking a nap like that.

     But I had some convincing to do. I got undressed, all the way down to
my bare skin. My skinny body wasn't enough to shake the bed very much,
Daddy never stirred as I crawled in and got hold of his underwear. I
carefully slid it down his thighs, I didn't want to wake him up just
yet. He moaned once and my heart leapt up into my throat, but he didn't
move any, and after a moment, I pulled on the briefs again. When his
underpants were pulled down past his knees, they were easy to pull on off,
and I did, threw them onto the floor.

     Now Daddy and I were naked on the bed together. I sidled up between
those legs, looking at my Daddy's dong, soft and grayish and crinkled up in
a small curve of flesh against his balls. I looked up quick at Daddy's
face, all soft and masculine in his sleep with eyes closed and mouth
slightly open, soft almost-snores escaping his lips and teeth just visible
inside.

     If I could make this work, it would be a lot easier. I had to get his
cock up from his balls and in my mouth, and maybe get it stiff, before he
woke up. I went onto all fours and lowered my face and his cock was warm
and kind of sticky-tasting on my tongue as I licked it. I worked it around
with my tongue-tip and then with it straightened out, I used my tongue like
a spatula to lift it up enough to place it between my lips, and as I did, I
felt it jerk and stiffen up. I closed my lips just as I heard my Daddy's
voice.

     "What? Huh? What?" He'd woken up.

     I didn't have much time, I began to work my lips back and forth on his
pud as quick as I could, I had to get it hard, now! It stiffened rapidly,
but then his hands caught hold of my head and pulled me bodily off his
prong. That was kind of okay, as it had been swelling up like crazy and I
was having trouble holding it all inside my mouth, it was shoving down my
throat so much.

     I was raised up, and up and up. Daddy finally stopped lifting when I
was back up on my hands and knees and his cock was a nine-inch tall tower
between us. "What are you doing here, Son? You had my dick in your mouth,
are you crazy?"

     "Nu-uh." I said. "I need to talk you into something."

     "Talk me into something?"

     "Yeah." I said. "My team needs another parent to go on the away games,
and we got one this weekend. Could you please be the third parent for my
team, Daddy, you wouldn't have to go to games or nothing, just the away
games on weekends, I promise!"

     "Oh, Jake!" Daddy started trying to figure out how to tell me no, he
wouldn't do it, even though he knew that baseball was my favorite thing to
do this summer, and all my friends were on the team and we were having
trouble getting parents in the game with us. But the thing is, while he was
thinking, he let go of his hard grip on my head.

     So I dived right back down onto his cock. I couldn't get it all inside
my mouth any more, it had grown too big for that, but I could suck down the
head and a bit of the shaft. I bobbed up and down a few times on Daddy's
dong before he caught hold of me again.

     "Son, now, Son, cut that out." he said as he pulled me off
again. "Now, I don't know why you think sucking on my cock would make me
change my mind here, but I can't spend every other weekend away from this
house at some motel, babysitting a bunch of kids. It's the only time I get
to rest and spend some time with you."

     "But you'd spend time with me on the trip." I begged him. "And on the
weekends you're here, I'd let you spend all your time with Mom if you
wanted. And I'd do all your chores like mowing the yard and cleaning out
the gutters and taking out the trash, so you could just rest and
relax. Honest!"

     The thought of all those house chores out of the way was enough to get
him to turn loose again. "Well, now, Son...."

     And I was locked onto his cock again. This time, he just sighed and
said, as I bobbed up and down, "What am I going to do with you?"

     "I lifted my lips off just long enough to say, "You're going to have
to let me try to convince you, I guess."

     "I guess so." Daddy sighed. I went back to sucking him and he sighed,
his hand rested on my head again, but this time, he just rumpled my hair
lightly.

     I nursed his prong quite a while and Daddy was moaning quite a
bit. Then I remembered the rest of what the boys had told me. Make him want
more, always make him want more.

     So I stopped sucking him and said, "So, Daddy, can you be our team
chaperone for away games?"

     "Oh, Son, I...Oh, God! That feels so good, baby, get back to sucking
me."

     I put my lips over his glans, asked, "So will you do it?" and I
started sucking on him again.

     "Son, I can't spare that much time, I'm sorry, Son, really."

     I let go of his cock and said, "Even if I say that I won't suck your
dick anymore if you don't do it?"

     "You won't?"

     "Nu-uh." I said.

     Daddy's cock was a slippery shaft of steel-hard dong now. But he
gritted his teeth and said, "Then I guess you won't do it any more."

     I got all the way up onto my feet on the bed and stepped to straddle
his waist. "Is that your final answer, Daddy?"

     "I'm afraid so, Son." Daddy smiled at my reference to the TV
show. "That's my final answer."

     And so I squatted down and reached behind me to grab hold of his pud
and I began to guide it to my asshole. "How about if I do this, Daddy? Will
you be our team chaperone if I do this?"

     Daddy's eyes just widened as I lowered myself down. "How about it,
Daddy?" I said as I touched my asshole to his cockhead. "You want me to do
this, you'll say yes. How about it, Daddy? You want me to do this?"

     "Ohhhhh, oh, God! Yes, Son, yes! I want you to do it, sit on my cock,
Baby, shove it up your ass for me, up your ass!"

     "Will you be our team chaperone, Daddy?" I pressed.

     "I'll...I'll think about it. Okay?"

     "That's enough for now, Daddy." I agreed and I squatted further down,
guiding his cockhead into my ass. "Enough for me to do this." I grunted and
began to force his glans inside me. It hurt a lot more than I thought it
would, the high school boys had made it all sound so easy. But I had my
Daddy all slicked up with my spit and it was just a matter
of...stretching...myself...out!

     "Oh-uh-uh-uh-uhhh!" I grunted as the head of Daddy's dick popped
inside my ass. Daddy moaned as he felt my ass warmth on his cockhead. "Oh,
that's good, Son, so good! Push it in further for me now, just a little
further inside."

     I shook my head. "Not until you say you'll be the new team chaperone,
Daddy!" I reminded him.

     "Oh, God! Okay, okay, I'll do it, baby, I'll do it! Now can I push it
in further?" Daddy sat up in the bed and that put our faces almost level,
his a bit below mine.

     "As far as you want to, Daddy." I agreed.

     "Great!" and Daddy grabbed hold of me and rolled us around in the bed,
so that I ended up below him and his body was on top of mine. His cock
wriggled around painfully in my ass, but didn't dislodge, and Daddy got
himself settled with my legs spread wide and he began to push steadily into
me.

     "Oh, oh, Son!" He slavered down at me. "Such a sweet little ass you
have, Son, so fucking sweet. I just want to fuck it a while, just a little
while, okay, Baby?"

     "Sure, Daddy, sure!" I grunted. Oh, it hurt but the team needed my
Daddy to be the chaperone, if I told him to stop, he might change his mind
again! So I gritted my teeth and took it as he slowly pushed inside me
deeper and deeper.

     I was so glad when he stopped pushing, his cock about halfway inside
me. "That's enough of it, Son, I don't dare push into you deeper. Now, I'm
going to start fucking you nice and slow, you tell me if it hurts too much,
okay, Son, okay?"

     "Okay, Daddy!" I sobbed. "It's okay, fuck me now, it's okay."

     And Daddy began to thrust in and out of me, not hard and fast, just
nice and slow and easy and gentle. He crooned loving words to me as he
moved, and his body felt so warm and firm in my arms. And after a time, the
pain that I had felt from having his huge pud inside me began to ease
off. In fact, it started to feel pretty good!

     "Ooh, oh, Daddy!" I breathed. His face was wrenched up in
concentration as he fucked me, he was working so hard to keep this as easy
on me as he could. "Oh, Daddy, that feels good now, real good!"

     Daddy smiled and relaxed his features, and his movements became
faster, more intense. That made it feel even better. I clung to my Daddy's
big body, and my moans of pleasure matched his own.

     "Oh, oh, Son, I'm getting close!" he panted, his face heavy with sweat
and turning darker red from his exertions. "I'm about to come, Baby! Can I
come in your ass, can I shoot my load right up your tender little
butthole?"

     "Oh, Daddy, yes, yes, if you'll be our team chaperone, you can come
right in my ass!" I gasped.

     "Then I'll do it, Baby. Here it comes, Baby, here it comes,
AH-AH-AH-GAH-HUH-UHHHHH!"

     "Oh, Daddy, oh, oh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHHHH!" I shook hard as the
strongest rush of pleasure I'd ever had raced through me. I was shaking
like Daddy was, he was grunting and thrusting and hot salty stinging fluid
was filling my bowels, and Daddy roared, a final, long, low sound, and he
shoved into me hard as he could, driving his cock deeper into me, and that
was where he stopped, and he slumped onto me, panting hard, his weight
crushing me down into the bed.

     I was breathing hard, too. "Oh, oh, Daddy!" I panted.

     "Oh, Baby, that was so good, so fucking good!" Daddy moaned. He raised
up on his hands and looked down at me, his son, impaled on his cock beneath
him. "I can't believe you, Son. You wanted me to be your team chaperone
this bad?"

     "The team needs you, Daddy." I told him. "I'd do anything to talk you
into helping us out."

     "Well, you did that for sure." Daddy chuckled. "I said I'd help you
boys out and I will." He sighed. "I just hope I can hold up all summer
long."

     "Don't worry, Daddy." I said. "You can sleep with me in my bed, and we
can do anything there you want."

     "That's more than your mother's been giving me." my Daddy
sighed. "Ever since I went on night shift, she's been leaving me completely
alone, pushing me away."

     "I'll never do that." I promised him.

     We got up and Daddy got dressed and so did I and we went out to the
kitchen where Mom was putting the final touches on dinner.

     "So, is he going to do it?" she asked me.

     "Yeah, Mom." I said. "Daddy's going to be the new team chaperone."

     "And I'll be gone with Jake all this weekend." Daddy put in. "Are you
okay with that?"

     "Me? I'm fine with that, just fine. I can get the house clean for a
change with the two of you out of the way. You in that bed all day is
really putting crimp in my cleaning."

     "Well, you won't have to worry, I'll be out of that bed for you all
Saturday and Sunday."

     "Sounds heavenly." Mother breathed. She looked at me. "I just want to
know how you managed to talk him into it?"

     Daddy just chuckled ruefully. "You might say he made me an offer I
couldn't refuse."

     "And I wouldn't take no for an answer." I agreed.

     And now that I knew how to talk Daddy into things, I was going to be
asking a lot more from now on.

                             THE END

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