Daddy and Me
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Daddy and Me The Charade
I'm 26 years old, and yet I still get carded when I buy a six pack. It used to bother me that I had this cute baby face! I tried growing facial hair but it looked stupid. I tried to lower my voice but that didn't help either. But now that I've met Matty, I don't care any more. In fact, I love being his little boy. Even though he's only 38, I love having him for my Daddy.
My father, -- my biological father, -- and I have never been all that close. He's always been a workaholic, and even though he just turned fifty, he's making no plans for retirement. Growing up, I never saw much of him since he worked long hours and then on the weekend he was so busy doing jobs around the house that he never had time to play with me or my sister. Oh, he was good enough to us, I suppose. We grew up in a comfortable home, had what we needed and then some. And he paid our way through college. But I was never able to have a good sitdown frank talk with the man, about anything. Our relation was aloof, to say the least.
Mom was ok, but of course she never understood boys. She lived her life vicariously through my sister, getting all excited about her dance recitals, her sweet 16 party, her prom. When Sis got her BA and moved across the country, Mom seemed lonely. Mom and I did talk a lot, but it was never about me. She either wasn't interested, or else didn't want to know about my life, my feelings.
I realized in high school that I was gay. I liked looking at the guys in the gym locker room. I liked sneaking into my sister's room and trying on her dance outfits. I spent a lot of time with Tony and Phil. The three of us would get together at Phil's house and Tony would usually have a copy of AllMan that he swiped from the corner book store. We'd sit naked on Phil's bed and comb through the pictures, imitating the poses. Then we'd read the movie reviews and jack off as we imagined the hot scenes. We jerked each other and after a few months began sucking each other. That's as far as I went. Until I went off to college.
My freshman dorm roommate pegged me for a fairy the first day. I didn't mind living with him, because he had a class-A jock body. But he wasn't the least bit comfortable around me. Apparently, he went asking around the dorm and by the end of the first week he had found another jock on the third floor who said his roomy was a fag. When I came back to my room after class one day, he informed me that he had moved all my things up to the third floor. He had gotten a new roommate and so had I.
Charlie and I hit it off pretty good. We spent all our free time together, mainly because we were both outcasts. He was sorta dumpy, but he knew more than I did. He had been fucked already and when he told me about it, I was excited. I was even jealous. As we 69ed, I wondered how long I was destined to be a virgin.
One day in November, Charlie told me that Mike, a senior, was coming over that night. I had seen Charlie talking to this guy in the library. He was a good looking hunk. I could only think of one reason he'd be interested in Charlie. I asked Charlie if I should leave them alone. He said no, I ought to stick around. He winked at me and suggested I might learn something.
Mike came by about nine. Charlie had showered and was sitting on his bed in his undies. I opened the door and let Mike in. Mike looked at me, then looking at Charlie he nodded his head toward me. Charlie told him not to worry, that I just wanted to watch. Mike shrugged and pulled his shirt off over his head. He had beautiful black hair on his chest and well-developed pecs. As Mike kicked off his loafers, Charlie asked me to put on some music. I put an Abba CD in the player. By the time I turned around, Mike was on the bed kissing Charlie and stroking Charlie's cock through his briefs. My own dick started to twitch.
Mike tweaked and sucked Charlie's fat tits. He pushed his hand inside Charlie's briefs and fondled his balls. Then they both stood up and Charlie knelt down and unbuttoned Mike's jeans. He slid them down and Mike kicked them toward me. He had no underwear. Charlie began giving him an expert blow job. By now I was masturbating like crazy, dropping my pants to make it easier. Mike looked at me and said to give my roommate some help.
I knelt beside Charlie and began sucking Mike's balls. As we knelt, I reached over and grabbed Charlie's dick and he grabbed mine. I felt Mike's balls tighten up. I knew he'd be cumming soon. He pulled out of our mouths and reached down for his jeans. He pulled a packet out of the pocket and threw them back on the floor. He handed Charlie the condom. Charlie tore in open and rolled it on to Mike's long cock.
Then Charlie got on the bed, face down, knees pulled up to his elbows, feet curled over the edge, ass high in the air. As I sat on the floor and jerked, Mike fingered Charlie's hole, repeatedly spitting on his fingers and working the saliva into Charlie's sphincter. Then he aimed his cock at the hole and slowly pushed forward. Charlie moaned. Mike's face tensed up as he began to ramrod Charlie's ass. It was the first time I had ever witnessed a live fuck. I let loose a large load of cum, without realizing that some of it landed on Mike's pants. When Mike let out a low guttural growl, I knew the condom was filling up.
All three of us knew when Mike was spent. He slowly pulled back. He carefully pulled his softening dick out of the condom and handed it to me to take care of. I took it gingerly, and walked toward the bathroom. I had to dip my finger into it and taste some of this hunk's jizz. I pretended it was his cock I was sucking. I was about to dump it into the toilet but instead let it drip on to my abs and rubbed it on to my cock. I threw the used rubber away.
When I returned to the room, Mike and Charlie were embraced in a kiss. Mike was pawing the ass he had just ravaged. Charlie was stroking the ravaging cock. It soon was fully engorged again, and Mike whispered he was ready for a second round. But Charlie asked him if he'd like a virgin ass this time. They both looked at me. Mike asked me if I was really a virgin. I stammered I was. "Then I'll be gentle," he said.
Nervously, I got on the bed. Charlie positioned my body. He rolled a new condom on to Mike's tool and then opened his dresser and pulled out a tube of lube. He figured spit wasn't going to be enough for my tight cherry. He was about to rub it on when Mike took over. First Mike bent down and licked my hole. I was delirious. His moist tongue darted at my unpicked rosebud. Then his finger began lathering the lube into my hole. I felt so odd to have something invading me like that. Charlie whispered to me to just relax. I tried. I breathed deeply and tried to relax my sphincter. Mike's first finger was joined by a second, and they felt so tight. I squeezed my eyes shut. Charlie petted my hair and kissed me softly on my cheek. I began to hum a low hum. I realized that Mike had already advanced to three fingers. He was pushing this triple header in and out, getting the lube all over my hole.
He pulled out his fingers and softly told me to just relax. The next thing I felt was his cockhead pressing on my hole. I wanted to pull him in. I wanted to get fucked. I closed my eyes again and silently told my ass to loosen up. It did. Mike entered where no man had gone before. Charlie kept petting my sweaty head as Mike built up his rhythm. Mike soothed that I had a nice tight hole, that it felt so fucking good. Eventually he was pushing in and out with gusto. Then suddenly he stopped, and I swear I could feel the warm manjuice going into his rubber.
In the months before he graduated, Mike came by often and fucked us both.
When I went home for the Christmas holidays, Mom acted excited to see me. She asked if I met any nice girls. Dad said he didn't want me wasting time on coeds. He was paying for me to get an education. Was I learning anything? I assured him that indeed I was learning a lot, and no, I wasn't wasting time on coeds.
Charlie and I stayed roommates all through college. Charlie became an expert cruiser, bringing a series of `Mikes' back to the dorm. Eventually, he taught me a few good pickup lines. We made a study of the best cruising locations on and near campus: the t room at the stadium, the wooded path down to the lake, the local truck stop. By my fourth year, my ass was getting laid on a regular basis.
After graduation, I had a job offer in Chicago and Charlie and I went our separate ways. On my rare trips home, Mom stopped asking me about girl friends, but my sexuality was never discussed. I went through a series of relationships, the longest lasting seven months. I knew I was looking for something, but I didn't know what.
Then at a bar one night, I met Matty. He was a big strong man, who obviously worked out a lot. I'm sure he could go toe to toe with any guy half his age. We got to talking and he seemed so genuinely interested in me. He asked me about my job, my hobbies, my likes in music and movies. I wondered, what's with this guy? What did he see in me, a short scrawny wimp? He wasn't even anxious to get me into bed. We left the bar and just walked down by the waterfront. He told me he had been married and had a son. But when his wife discovered him in bed with a guy, she filed for divorce and convinced the court to give her sole custody. He said he missed his boy a lot, but there was nothing he could do. I told him I bet he would have made a great father. He smiled. I told him I wished I had a father as nice as him. He leaned over, wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me tight. He whispered that he wished I were his son.
The next Friday, he called me. We talked a while but I could tell he had something on his mind. Finally I asked him to just say what he wanted. He said he had been thinking about what I had said the other night, that I wanted to be his son. I told him that actually I had thought about it a lot also. He wondered if I wanted to explore that idea. I had read about daddy/boy relationships and most of what I read seemed kinky. But I really liked Matty, and I figured why not. Let's go for it. He asked if I'd be willing to come and spend every Saturday with him. I said sure.
The next morning, I arrived at his apartment. He let me in and we sat down. He explained that he had missed so much of his son's growing up. He didn't want to lose that opportunity again. He wanted to relive those years with me. Since this was our first weekend together, this time I'd be his newborn son. Then next weekend, I'd have my first birthday, and so on. Growing one year older each week. I giggled. It all sounded so silly. But sure, I'd play along.
Matty had me get out of all my clothes. Then he told me to lay on this rug on the floor and keep my hands pressed to my sides. Then he rolled me up in the rug and bound it. Tight. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. He said this was my birthcanal. I had to push my way out into the world where Daddy was waiting. I began to push. It was tough. I wiggled my shoulders and knees. I felt my sensitive dick rubbing on the rug's pile. Then I felt Matty squeezing the roll like a tube of toothpaste. He was helping me come out. I pushed harder. I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. Matty reached in and grabbed my shoulders and pulled. I came out into the light. Matty laid my naked body across his lap and spanked my bottom. I got the idea and let out a wah! like a newborn. He hugged me and told me he had waited so long for this moment. He said he would love me always. And that this time no woman was going to take me away from him.
Matty picked me up like I was weightless and carried me over to the kitchen counter and laid me down on it. He lifted up my legs and began to spread baby oil on my ass. I thought he was going to fuck his new little baby but no instead, he powdered my rear end and then laid it down on a big adult diaper. He pasted the tabs down like an expert. Then he picked me up again and carried me to his rocking chair. There he held me and rocked while singing sweet lullabies to me. I must have been worn out from all the pushing, because his soothing voice did put me to sleep.
When I awoke, I was laying on his bed in a fetal position. He had placed chairs all around it so I wouldn't roll out. He came in and again cuddled me up in his arms and we returned to the rocker. This time, he had a warm bottle of milk ready for me. He caressed me in his arms and put the nipple in my mouth. I closed my eyes and suckled. Actually, I was famished, and wondered if I was expected to live on milk for the whole day. When I finished the bottle, I reached my face over and began sucking on Matty's tit. He smiled.
Then I looked up into his eyes and said, "You know, Matty . . ." but he cut me off. He pressed his finger on my mouth and said, "Baby can't speak yet."
Ahh, yeah, that's right, so how do I tell this guy that I need to pee something bad. I looked up at him and began making gurgling noises. He said, "Did Baby do in his diaper?" I shook my head but he picked me up and laid me on the counter again and opened the diaper tabs. The cold air hitting my pisser was all it needed. I let loose a gigantic geyser of piss. Hit Matty square in the eye. He laughed, "That's my baby boy." He washed my dick, put me in a fresh diaper, propped me on some pillows on the couch and gave me a new warm bottle.
I sucked. It was really kinda nice. I didn't have a care in the world. My new Daddy was looking out for me. When I finished the second bottle, Matty gave me a big teddy bear to cuddle. I played with it and goo-gooed, and Matty looked at me so adoringly. I began to think how different life was. Why just last night I was sitting in the back seat of my car getting my ass roughly fucked by a big scratchy trucker I had picked up in the diner. I hadn't planned on getting laid, just went out to get some beans for supper. But this trucker was really hot in a rough untamed way. We made eye contact just as I was paying my tab, and he followed me out to my car. Now, this morning here I was in my diaper, with my teddy bear and a sweet man singing me lullabies.
Then it happened. The beans kicked in. I knew it was going to happen. As a newborn, I couldn't just get up and plop down on the toilet seat. I had to do what babies do. I squeezed my eyes and let loose in the diaper. Immediately, the smell told Matty what had happened. I waited for his anger. But no, he smiled. He began running a bath. Then he spread a plastic sheet on the kitchen counter and lifted me on to it. He carefully opened the diaper and the smell multiplied tenfold. But he just picked up my legs, took the filthy diaper out and dropped it into a waiting plastic bag, which he tied up tight. Then he took a cloth and washed my dirty ass, freshening the cloth with warm water from the sink. When I was fairly clean, he carried me to the tub and gently set me down in it, making sure I didn't slip and drown. When he took a bar of soap and lathered my ass, it really felt exciting. But he pretended not to notice my hardon. He lifted me out of the tub, laid me on a towel and dried me. Then he oiled my ass, powdered it and put me in a new diaper. It was about noon.
As I lay on the couch, sucking another warm bottle, Matty set out his own lunch. Ham and cheese sandwiches, soup, coffee, cake. When he finished, he didn't put any of the food away. He came over and made sure I had chairs to keep me from rolling off the couch. Then he said that Daddy needed a nap, but he was sure he'd hear me if I cried for anything. He went into his bedroom.
I knew he wanted me to eat real food. He just wanted to maintain the charade as much as possible. When he was out of sight, I got up, tip toed over to the table and gorged myself on sliced ham and cake and rolls and coffee. Sated, I lay back down on the couch.
Matty came back out. This time he was wearing only his briefs. He picked his baby up and laid me over his shoulder and slapped my back. I burped good and loud. Then he laid me on the floor, handed me Teddy, and laid on the floor next to me. We giggled and rolled around on the rug that had been my mother's vagina.
"I am so happy that you are my son, at last. You're going to grow into a fine young man. Just wait and see. You're going to be just like Daddy some day." With that, Matty slipped off his briefs and displayed his large erect dick. That was the first time I'd seen him naked. My father, my biological father, I'd never seen naked. Not once. But here my new Daddy was showing himself to me when I'm only one day old! I knew then that I wanted this new Daddy, I needed this new Daddy. I wanted to grow up with him and be like him. I smiled.
When I went back to Matty's house a week later, he threw open the door and the whole room was filled with balloons and streamers that said Happy Birthday. I was one now. I could talk. Baby talk. And I could walk. He gave me a dozen gift wrapped boxes to tear open, with wooden trucks, and planes, and puzzles. We ate franks and cookies and of course birthday cake. I didn't need a diaper any more. I was trained. I could pee in the toilet and Daddy didn't mind that I often missed. He gave me my bath, and then dressed me in a new set of shorts and sandals and a shirt that said, "Daddy's favorite." We played with a big rubber ball. He again stripped down for me to admire him and promised me that I was going to be like him one day.
Every Saturday was a new birthday. I got lots of presents. We began going places. The zoo. The park. The Beach. The Stadium. He taught me to hit a ball with a bat. To swim. To ride a bike. And every week he'd show me his big dick!
For my ninth birthday, he gave me an electric train set. I almost cried. As a kid I had begged my father for trains, but I never got them. How did Matty know? He knew me so well. The following Saturday I got a dog. Mother wouldn't have dogs in the house, but all my life I had wanted one.
On my twelfth birthday, I knew Matty had something special in store. He had hinted at it for weeks. "Son, you're a big boy now," he said. "You got real balls just like Daddy and a real dick just like Daddy. And I bet you got real urges just like Daddy too." I smiled and nodded. "So I'm going to teach you how how to take care of those urges. Just like Daddy does. We sat on the couch side by side. Matty opened his fly. I opened mine. Matty slid his pants off. I slid off mine. Matty grabbed his cock in his hand. I grabbed mine. Together we jerked away side by side, until both of us shot huge loads into the air. Matty said he was so excited to witness his son's first cum! He put one arm around me and hugged me while his other hand petted my softening dick.
Later that day, Matty lovingly taught his young boy how to suck dick. Of course, I had said the same thing each Saturday for several weeks now, but this time I meant it more than ever. I told Matty this was the best birthday of my whole life. Matty winked. "Wait 'til next year!"
I could hardly wait for the next week to pass. I was going to be thirteen, a teenager. With roaring hormones that had to be appeased. "Here's my big boy," Matty said as he opened the door. "Have you been jerking off this week like I taught you, Son?"
I nodded. "Yes, Daddy, let me show you how good I've gotten!" I pulled off my pants and stood in front of Matty and madly jacked my dick. His smile proved he was pleased. He patted my head and I stopped beating for a while. I looked around the place. "Where is my present, Daddy?"
"Later, my boy, later."
We played for a while. We 69ed. We jerked each other. We wrestled. We rolled on the floor, while the puppy yapped at us. Matty made some burgers on the grill. I wondered what he had planned for after lunch. "Should I get washed up, Daddy?"
"Yes, that's a good idea. Let's take a shower together." We stood under the running water and Matty had me lather his cock and ass with soap. He did the same for me. I'd come to love the feeling of his wet hand on my bare ass. I loved having his cock in my mouth. I loved the way he held me and petted me and caressed me. But one thing I wanted above all else. I'd been coming every week for three months and Matty had never fucked me. Every night, I was picking up guys in the bar or in the park. I usually got laid at least once a night. But the cock I wanted more than any other had not penetrated me. Daddy's cock.
Matty dried me off with a big terry towel. Then he picked me up and carried me to his bed. "My, you're getting to be a big boy, Son."
"I want to be big like you, Daddy."
"Today you are thirteen, practically all grown up." Matty looked directly at me. "Son, do you know what a fuck is?"
I shook my head no. "Will you teach me, Daddy? Will you show me?"
"Nothing would make me happier." Mentally I was back in my freshman dorm, with Charlie and Mike. I was reliving my first-ever fuck. This time, Daddy was performing the roles of both Charlie and Mike. He positioned me on the bed. He spoke soothingly to me to calm any fears I might have. He told me he would be gentle because he knew I was a virgin. He lovingly applied the lube to my hole and inserted a finger. He showed me a condom and had me touch it. Then he demonstrated how he rolled it over his hard Daddy dick. "Now close your eyes, my Son. Just relax. This may hurt a little at first because you're not used to it, but it's going to feel real good very soon." I closed my eyes and soon felt Daddy's dickhead asking for admittance.
"Yes, Daddy, fuck me. Fuck your little man." Of course, his cock went in easily but that didn't change anything. I still felt this was my first time, and who better to open up your asshole than your Daddy! We spent the rest of the day exploring every position in the book. It was nearly midnight when I got dressed to leave. "Daddy, you know this is the best birthday of my whole life."
For the next five weeks, I relived my teenage years, but this time around I was getting laid regularly -- and by my own father! Then the weekly birthdays stopped. I stayed eighteen. Daddy says my next birthday will be on my regular birthday. So no more diapers, no more teddy bears. But Daddy still gives me the best gift of all, his glorious father-cock, the organ that gave me life. And it's still my dream to grow up and be just like him.