The Daddy Diaries

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There I was waiting at Salt Lake City’s airport alone. My friend Hannah was suppose to be here since I was just a tag along, but a work project came up and she couldn’t leave. During college, I met her divorced parents and hit it off with both of them. Hannah and I had remained good friends and even two years out of college, we still keep up. A few months ago, when she video called me while visiting home with her dad, they suggested I should come to Salt Lake to hang out with them. Her semi tipsy dad, Mr. Smith who had remembered me ask if he was my favorite from the family. He even remembered the snowglobe collection I had at home. I laughed at the thought that out of all the things he remembered, he would remember that. Michael had Hannah young so he was just about mid 40’s and he looked good. Like a young Grant Cardone if you know that financial guy. He used to play baseball and was still in good shape with a nice firm dad bod. He was sweet and chilled. They both invited me to come during the holidays. Here I was right before Thanksgiving visiting, but I was a little anxious since I would be here without Hannah. My 6 day trip was already booked when Hannah told me she couldn’t make it back, but she said her dad was excited to have a guest come anyways.

“Tyler,” a deep playful voiced called out. I looked out at the cars to see Mr. Smith in a red jeep calling me over. I went over and put my duffel bag in the back seat.

I hopped in the front seat and said, “Hi Mr. Smith, thanks for coming to get me. It has been a stressful getting here.”

“No problem, you can just call me Michael. And what happened?” I laughed.

“Alright Michael. The airline lost my bag, it’s in LA or something and won’t be able to get it here for 2 days or something.”

“Damn, well you can borrow some clothes until then if you don’t mind.”

“Thanks, that would be great. It’s too bad that Hannah can’t make it, thanks for having me anyways.”

“Yea, of course. Glad you have you hear. Spares an old man a lonely week before the holidays. Plus it’s good to see you after what two years now. I haven’t seen you for awhile.”

I laughed again. “You’re not old! And yea, it has been awhile. I’m glad you still remember me and okay with having me here.”

“Of course, you’re a fun guy. You’re one of my favorite from all of Hannah’s friends.”

“Thanks, you’re one of my favorite dads.”

“I guess I’m gonna be like your dad for this week since you’re the only kid around.”

I sassed, “Should I just call you daddy then for this week?” We both laughed.

“Well, I don’t have any boys, so you can just be my son this week.”

We may have been joking around, which was fine, but I was certain Mr. Smith was as straight as they come. It was nice he was open and didn’t feel weird around me. I talk don’t about it much, but I’m sure Hannah has mention to him my sexuality. We made some small talk as he drove me to his suburban cabin north of the city.

We came in and I put my stuff away in the guest room. Hannah is only one of two kids and her sister was still away for college this week. Well I was glad I get to have a break for a week at least.

“Hey son, you ready for dinner,” Mr. Smith popped into my room saying casually. I laughed. “Yea dad, coming.”

We ended up having a nice meal and he made some BBQ. Conversation was light and we both talked about work, and found out he’s working from home now. He had planned some stuff for us to do this week like hiking and going to the lake, but he said we can hang out at home for the next two days while I waited for clothes to come.

After dinner, after cleaning up, Mr. Smith had to take a work call so I went to take a shower. Before I finished I realized I didn’t have clothes to change into. I wrapped a towel around my waist. I was okay for 24. I wasn’t lean, I was average build for an asian. I used to be chubby a few years back, but better now. I did retain my thick ass though which most guys say is my best asset. I haven’t hooked up with many guys cause I was so self conscious, but I was learning to appreciate my body more.

After I fully dried myself off, and towel wrapped around waist, I went over to Mr. Smith’s office. He wasn’t there so I went to knock on his door which was slightly ajar.

“Yea come in,” he said.

I entered slowly to see the glow of the walk in closest door. Mr. Smith looked at me. He was shirtless and he was still in good shape. He may not have the outline of a six pack, but he had the V shape torso and he was really built and firm. Short hair covered his tone chest and I loved the stumble on his face. He reminded me a bit of porn actor Dirk Caber.

“Sorry, I forgot I didn’t have any clothes, can I borrow some?”

“Of course you can son,” he smirked guesturing for me to come to the closet. “I was just getting ready for a shower myself. Here, let me show you where things are. Take anything you want. Shirts and shorts up there,” he pointed to a shelf. “And for underwear in this draw,” He pulled a white draw open.

I looked at the draw first, an arrangement of underwear were neatly stacked in the draw. Mostly monotone colors. I pulled one out at randomly and saw the straps and have seen them before but never actually tried one on. I felt my cheeks get a little warm.

“Jockstrap kind of guy?” He smiled leaning against the full length mirror.

Embarrassed, “Actually no, more of a boxer brief kind. I actually never wore jock straps before. I don’t play sport.” I still had them in my hand.

“Well it’s not just for sports, I guess it mainly is for that, but they’re pretty comfortable. Try them on and see.” He said a matter of factly.

I couldn’t look at him. Here he was, all 5’11 of manliness, who I could only wish to be and he just wanted me to try them on while he was next to me.

“Hey come on, son. I used to play baseball and been in tons of locker rooms with guys. It’s not a big deal. Remember, I’m your daddy this weekend. It’s not big deal.” The way he said it, I knew he didn’t understand the other way that he could have meant that.

Another thing about me was that I usually don’t get naked infront of other guys. Just not my thing, but here was Mr. Smith all confident and unabashed so I took off my town and slowly put my legs through the strap. My semi hard dick was dangling as I had a bit of issues getting the strap to pull up. He reached over and his fingers grazed my buttocks as he pull the strap up and snapped the elastic around my waist. He moved from the mirror so I could see myself.

I had to say, I see why guys like this. I felt super sexy in this as my bubble butt was completely bare.

“They feel good huh?”

“Yea, kind of kinkly, but they hold well.” We both laugh. I check myself out some more and check the underwear draw for anything else. “You have some good choices of underwear in here.” I pull up and unfold a pair of Clavin Klein brief that had extra room in the package area. My eyes grew a bit.

“Yea, I’m a brief kind of guy myself.” He said pulling out the one I had just touch. “That has a big junk space.”

He laughed and as he takes off his pants to reveal he was wearing an identical pair. He put his arm around my shoulder and said. “You know son, one day you can grow up and get some big balls like daddy.” He joked as his other hand grabbed himself. I cracked up laughing. I did remember Mr. Smith being a fun guy, but this was definitely more than I was expecting. As we looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but think we look like a good dad son porno. He looked amazing and up until then I didn’t think I could even look at him that was cause he’s my dad friend, but Mr. Smith looked so fucking hot right then and there.

“Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower myself now. Just look around the closest if you need anything else.”

“Thanks daddy,” I sassed. He gave my ass a slap on the way out and thank god he left didn’t look back because I had a full on boner by then.



***I love dad/son replay and hope you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think or leave your dad/son fantasies in the comment. Maybe I'll add it to the next story.
 

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There I was waiting at Salt Lake City’s airport alone. My friend Hannah was suppose to be here since I was just a tag along, but a work project came up and she couldn’t leave. During college, I met her divorced parents and hit it off with both of them. Hannah and I had remained good friends and even two years out of college, we still keep up. A few months ago, when she video called me while visiting home with her dad, they suggested I should come to Salt Lake to hang out with them. Her semi tipsy dad, Mr. Smith who had remembered me ask if he was my favorite from the family. He even remembered the snowglobe collection I had at home. I laughed at the thought that out of all the things he remembered, he would remember that. Michael had Hannah young so he was just about mid 40’s and he looked good. Like a young Grant Cardone if you know that financial guy. He used to play baseball and was still in good shape with a nice firm dad bod. He was sweet and chilled. They both invited me to come during the holidays. Here I was right before Thanksgiving visiting, but I was a little anxious since I would be here without Hannah. My 6 day trip was already booked when Hannah told me she couldn’t make it back, but she said her dad was excited to have a guest come anyways.

“Tyler,” a deep playful voiced called out. I looked out at the cars to see Mr. Smith in a red jeep calling me over. I went over and put my duffel bag in the back seat.

I hopped in the front seat and said, “Hi Mr. Smith, thanks for coming to get me. It has been a stressful getting here.”

“No problem, you can just call me Michael. And what happened?” I laughed.

“Alright Michael. The airline lost my bag, it’s in LA or something and won’t be able to get it here for 2 days or something.”

“Damn, well you can borrow some clothes until then if you don’t mind.”

“Thanks, that would be great. It’s too bad that Hannah can’t make it, thanks for having me anyways.”

“Yea, of course. Glad you have you hear. Spares an old man a lonely week before the holidays. Plus it’s good to see you after what two years now. I haven’t seen you for awhile.”

I laughed again. “You’re not old! And yea, it has been awhile. I’m glad you still remember me and okay with having me here.”

“Of course, you’re a fun guy. You’re one of my favorite from all of Hannah’s friends.”

“Thanks, you’re one of my favorite dads.”

“I guess I’m gonna be like your dad for this week since you’re the only kid around.”

I sassed, “Should I just call you daddy then for this week?” We both laughed.

“Well, I don’t have any boys, so you can just be my son this week.”

We may have been joking around, which was fine, but I was certain Mr. Smith was as straight as they come. It was nice he was open and didn’t feel weird around me. I talk don’t about it much, but I’m sure Hannah has mention to him my sexuality. We made some small talk as he drove me to his suburban cabin north of the city.

We came in and I put my stuff away in the guest room. Hannah is only one of two kids and her sister was still away for college this week. Well I was glad I get to have a break for a week at least.

“Hey son, you ready for dinner,” Mr. Smith popped into my room saying casually. I laughed. “Yea dad, coming.”

We ended up having a nice meal and he made some BBQ. Conversation was light and we both talked about work, and found out he’s working from home now. He had planned some stuff for us to do this week like hiking and going to the lake, but he said we can hang out at home for the next two days while I waited for clothes to come.

After dinner, after cleaning up, Mr. Smith had to take a work call so I went to take a shower. Before I finished I realized I didn’t have clothes to change into. I wrapped a towel around my waist. I was okay for 24. I wasn’t lean, I was average build for an asian. I used to be chubby a few years back, but better now. I did retain my thick ass though which most guys say is my best asset. I haven’t hooked up with many guys cause I was so self conscious, but I was learning to appreciate my body more.

After I fully dried myself off, and towel wrapped around waist, I went over to Mr. Smith’s office. He wasn’t there so I went to knock on his door which was slightly ajar.

“Yea come in,” he said.

I entered slowly to see the glow of the walk in closest door. Mr. Smith looked at me. He was shirtless and he was still in good shape. He may not have the outline of a six pack, but he had the V shape torso and he was really built and firm. Short hair covered his tone chest and I loved the stumble on his face. He reminded me a bit of porn actor Dirk Caber.

“Sorry, I forgot I didn’t have any clothes, can I borrow some?”

“Of course you can son,” he smirked guesturing for me to come to the closet. “I was just getting ready for a shower myself. Here, let me show you where things are. Take anything you want. Shirts and shorts up there,” he pointed to a shelf. “And for underwear in this draw,” He pulled a white draw open.

I looked at the draw first, an arrangement of underwear were neatly stacked in the draw. Mostly monotone colors. I pulled one out at randomly and saw the straps and have seen them before but never actually tried one on. I felt my cheeks get a little warm.

“Jockstrap kind of guy?” He smiled leaning against the full length mirror.

Embarrassed, “Actually no, more of a boxer brief kind. I actually never wore jock straps before. I don’t play sport.” I still had them in my hand.

“Well it’s not just for sports, I guess it mainly is for that, but they’re pretty comfortable. Try them on and see.” He said a matter of factly.

I couldn’t look at him. Here he was, all 5’11 of manliness, who I could only wish to be and he just wanted me to try them on while he was next to me.

“Hey come on, son. I used to play baseball and been in tons of locker rooms with guys. It’s not a big deal. Remember, I’m your daddy this weekend. It’s not big deal.” The way he said it, I knew he didn’t understand the other way that he could have meant that.

Another thing about me was that I usually don’t get naked infront of other guys. Just not my thing, but here was Mr. Smith all confident and unabashed so I took off my town and slowly put my legs through the strap. My semi hard dick was dangling as I had a bit of issues getting the strap to pull up. He reached over and his fingers grazed my buttocks as he pull the strap up and snapped the elastic around my waist. He moved from the mirror so I could see myself.

I had to say, I see why guys like this. I felt super sexy in this as my bubble butt was completely bare.

“They feel good huh?”

“Yea, kind of kinkly, but they hold well.” We both laugh. I check myself out some more and check the underwear draw for anything else. “You have some good choices of underwear in here.” I pull up and unfold a pair of Clavin Klein brief that had extra room in the package area. My eyes grew a bit.

“Yea, I’m a brief kind of guy myself.” He said pulling out the one I had just touch. “That has a big junk space.”

He laughed and as he takes off his pants to reveal he was wearing an identical pair. He put his arm around my shoulder and said. “You know son, one day you can grow up and get some big balls like daddy.” He joked as his other hand grabbed himself. I cracked up laughing. I did remember Mr. Smith being a fun guy, but this was definitely more than I was expecting. As we looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but think we look like a good dad son porno. He looked amazing and up until then I didn’t think I could even look at him that was cause he’s my dad friend, but Mr. Smith looked so fucking hot right then and there.

“Anyways, I’m going to go take a shower myself now. Just look around the closest if you need anything else.”

“Thanks daddy,” I sassed. He gave my ass a slap on the way out and thank god he left didn’t look back because I had a full on boner by then.



***I love dad/son replay and hope you enjoy this story. Let me know what you think or leave your dad/son fantasies in the comment. Maybe I'll add it to the next story.
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This is just a short second part, still writing once in awhile. Thank you for the support and sorry it's been so slow.

PART 2

It wasn’t lost on me that I had on Mr. Smith very own jockstrap. I lied in bed thinking that his manhood, his precum, his balls, have filled out this jockstrap and it made me hard and horny. I slowly rubbed my groin up and down, feeling the soft fabric against my skin. It was such a turn on, but it was also wrong. I couldn’t be masturbating to Mr. Smith like that, he was Hannah’s father after all. But before I could help myself my hands reached around my cock and I slowly stroke. I thought about him having done the same thing in this jock strap. I thought about his hard thick cock filling it out, his precum leaking as his stroked himself to climax. And after a few minutes I came as well. Shit I thought. This was the only pair I had and now they were a bit messy. I had to go clean them and fell asleep soundly.

The next morning, still in Mr. Smith’s jockstrap, but covered up with an oversized T-shirt and shorts he also lent me. I didn’t know how I was going to control myself for the next 4 nights before I left. I had a quick bit for breakfast since I usually didn’t eat much in the morning and looked out at the large glass door to see it lightly snowing.

“Nice isn’t it,” I hear someone come up behind me.

“Morning.”

“Morning son, you hungry?” I had forgotten we were doing that and it sounded so sexy in his husky morning voice. Don’t get hard I tried to tell myself.

“No, just had a bite,” I turned around and had to swallow my spit. He was in shorts and shirtless with glistening sweat all over his body. He must have just gotten off the treadmill.

“Just had a run. I also had something to eat earlier. What do you wanna do today?” He said moving towards the kitchen and filling a glass with water.

“I’m not sure, I still don’t have any proper clothes to be going outside. Hopefully my clothes come today.”

“It’s fine, we can hang out around the house. You don’t mind being home all day with your old man?” He teased looking up at me with a smirk.

“Of course not daddy,” I teased back coming up behind him and giving him a hug with my hands around his waist. I wondered if that was too much. He was all warm and wet.

“That’s my son.” Those words melted me, but I had to let go before he felt anything pressing up against him.

He turned around and leaned against the counter. How was his package so nice and that bulge couldn’t help but made me stare. He took a sip of water and said, “I’m about to go into the sauna. Wanna come?”

“You have a sauna?”

“Yea, it’s not that big, but about the size of a regular restroom. Come on son,” He put his arms around my shoulder and lead me to a door which lead to stairs going down to the basement I presumed. He lead me down and there looked to be a few other rooms in the basement. There was one room with wooden door. We stepped inside and he closed it. It was a narrow hall-like space and I saw another door to a room with two wooden bench in an L shape. The room wasn’t that big, about the size of a small bathroom. We were definitely gonna be close.

I was a little hesitant, but feeling flushed. “ Do you use this a lot?”

“Not too much, but it’s great in the winters,” He said pulling down his shorts to reveal the same nice snug underwear he had on last night.

I wasn’t sure if I could do it, be in such close quarters with Mr. Smith with nothing but a towel on. I never even been to a sauna but from what I’ve seen it was just gonna be like that. It looked like it had been steaming already like he had turned it on awhile ago.

I stood there awkwardly. I had been distracted looking into the sauna when I felt his hand rubbing my back. “You’re coming son?”

Oh god, was I coming? I prayed that my dick wouldn’t give me away. He looked amazing in just his underwear and his bugle looked more defined and I was feeling things for him I knew I shouldn’t. I looked around and saw some towels on the self and moved towards them.

“Oh you don’t need that son, I was thinking it’s just us we can just get in with nothing,” he said matter of factly.

All I could say was, “Oh.” As I watch him slowly peel his underwear down and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He had trimmed the hair down there recently. And he was a shower not a grower. It was a mute pink, cut, with a good size mushroom head, slight veins on the side of his dick. He looked about to be six inches soft. He he was thick as the inside of a toilet paper roll. He smiled realizing I was checking him out.

“What? Do you need help taking your clothes off son?” He laughed. That broke my gaze and I laughed too.

“If you’re offering daddy,” I joked back as I lifted the shirt over my head. It was now or never. I knew he wasn’t going to judge me. I felt comfortable with him.

I paused a bit before getting to my pants. “Don’t tell me you’re shy son. I already saw everything last night.”

“You didn’t see everything,” I said with an amount of playful sass even I didn’t know I had as I finally pulled down my shorts. I was about three inches uncut like a big jalapeno pepper. No time to be shy now.

He pushed the door open as stream blew out. He gave me a little nudge to go in. He sat on one bench as I sat on the other, but since it was a small room our knees touched. He settled in a bit and closed his eyes, stretching his arms over the back of the bench. I tried to get comfortable, but I kept thinking that there I was alone, naked in a sauna with Mr. Smith. And damn he was hot, everything a boy could wish for in a daddy. He shifted a bit, got more comfortable and spread his legs a bit. I got the full view then. He dick hanging over his big set of balls, they looked amazing. I took a breath and tried to close my eyes and relax. Thank god it was warm so I wasn’t too worried about getting a hard on.

After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my thigh, “Alright there son?”
 

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Sorry a little rush and i just write this for fun so I don't check for grammar or anything. Let me know what you think. Thank you for the support. It's fun writing erotica like this though I know this theme isn't for everyone.


PART 3

I snapped out of my daze. His hand was warm and felt nice on my thigh. My skin was tingling. “I’m fine daddy, tired.” He gives my thigh another little rub. I could melt into this man. I really could, especially if I was sitting on his dick, him inside of me, as we fucked in this sauna. I would definitely be melting into him. He hand came off my thigh and it hung over my shoulders lightly rubbing it.

I turned to him, smiling dreamingly. He smiled back. “Glad to have you here this week son since the girls couldn’t make it.”

“I’m glad I could be here too daddy. No where else I’d rather be.” I smiled and without even thinking, I leaned into him for a hug. The moment I did, I realized all the implications Since we sat on benches shaped like an L, I was essentially leaning into, onto him. My one knee was over his while the other knee was semi between his spread legs. His chest was firm and short hair on his chest tickled my smooth chest. We weren’t too close to where our dick touched, but even in that moment, I held the hung longer than I should have.

I pulled away, slightly embarrassed, face flushed. “Sorry, forgot we’re naked in a sauna.”

He chuckled. “It’s alright. I know you’re not like other boys.” I stood awkwardly there in a strange position as we were still in a kind of embrace.

I looked at him, questioning what he meant.

“It’s alright, you’re okay with touching and talking about things.” I was trying to see if he was going to hint at something else, or maybe he was waiting for me to. He scooted over a little on his bench, making room for me. And he jokingly pulled me down to where I sat where the two benches met at the corn. It was small, so my left thigh and leg rested on top of his right thigh. My legs were spread open. His left hand patted the inside of my left thigh while his right hand ruffled my hair. We both had a good laugh. I felt so comfortable with him and was grateful he felt comfortable with me too.

“Daddy, stop,” I whimpered.

“This is was a daddy does to son.” We both laughed again. I looked into his eyes. He seems like such a tough man on the outside, but his eyes and smile made him so soft. And there I was, my leg on his, we were naked. I wanted more than anything for him to see how much I wanted him, but there was no way.

He stopped, smiled, as I was gonna try to move my thigh off his, he rubbed my inner thigh and said, “you can leave it there, just dad and son bonding.” He gave a mischievous grin. “You know you can talk to me about anything. No judgment here.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I’ve always been comfortable with Mr. Smith and he never made me feel any kind of way.

“Thanks daddy,” I said half thankful, half sass. “I don’t think dads and sons are bonding naked in the sauna like this. And if I wouldn’t just be talking if I was naked in a sauna with a man..” I stopped myself before I said more. There was a smile in his eyes.

As any grown man would tease, “What would you be doing son?”

I laughed. “None of your business daddy.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to pry,” He said smiling.

“No, it’s fine,” I smiled back. “I don’t mind, I really don’t have anyone to talk to about stuff like that, besides one friend.”

“Like I said, you can talk to me about anything.” It went quiet for a bit. I could still feel the heat from his thigh under mine.

“So…” He said in that tone, “When was the last time you’ve been naked with a man?”

I gave him a sassy look. “It’s been a while okay. Men aren’t so into my type.”

“Hey! Nothing wrong with you. You’re a good looking boy. You would definitely be my type.”

I don’t know if he understood his words, but I felt hot all over. I felt movement in my dick. Fuck, please don’t get hard. Fuck.

“Yea yea, thanks daddy. But I’m sure if you were gay, you would be going after other men.” I smiled and he laughed.

“What makes you think I would like you? You’re cute and sweet and got a nice body.” I was flatter and god, this hot piece of daddy meat was telling me this. What was a boy to do.

I was going to give him a little lesson in gay roles. “Well, you would definitely be a daddy type, and with a body like yours and a face like that. Tons of men would want you.”

“Oh I know, definitely had tons of men come on to me.” I laughed at his confidence. “But a daddy type,” He said playfully frowning.

I laughed. “Come on, that’s a compliment. Plus you’re hot and” I took a pause looked down at his dick and back at his eyes, “ and you got a nice dick. Men and boys would definitely be happy.” This time it was him who laughed. He suddenly wrapped a hand around his dick, and jerked it around a few times.

“Yea, it’s a nice dick. Can’t complain.” I thought my eyes were going to pop out. Had Mr. Smith really just done the jerk motion infront of me while my thigh was draped over his?

I rolled my eyes and playfully slapping his hand and dick at the same time. “Okay old man, you can put that snake away.” I got up, knowing that some of the blood in my brain had gone down to my dick. It wasn’t too hard, but definitely not just hanging there. I turned to look at him as he got up too. We were both semi hard now. We looked at each other, looked down at our dicks that were inches apart, and looked up at each other and laughed.

“Come on, let’s shower off.” We went out and the cool air hit me and I felt very much awake after that strange sexual fantasy room we had just been in. He lead me into another room that had a beautiful glass shower stall with a rain shower and places where water came from the wall.

“You don’t mind showering together do you?”

“Daddy, I just saw you jerk yourself. I think we are passed any awkwardness,” he smiled.

“Is that so?” he proceed to slap my ass and say, “ Well, get in there then son.”

He turned on the showers and water blasted us from every direction. This was a dream, my wildest wet dreams. I was in a sauna, now a shower with a beautiful man who was having fun with me. A man who was calling me son, who wanted me to call him daddy. I was seeing his amazing man dick. I wasn’t sure if it could get any better, but I knew I wanted more.

We shampooed and started cleaning ourselves off. I was lathering up and slowly washing my body. I tried to keep my eyes away from him, but was hard too when we were facing each other. His hands moved from his chest down to his abs and finally stroking his dick which had gotten a bit harder and his penis head was pink as he lathered it. Thank god he couldn’t see the drool coming out my mouth.

I was washing myself too, but so distracted by him. “You gotta wash yourself clean down there you know?”

I looked up, a puzzled expression. “Let me show you.”

He comes closer, with one hand, pushes my foreskin back, then with a swift movmeent his other hand slowly rubs my cock head. Simultaneously, my hand his on his chest for balance as I’m sent into ecstasy.

“I got you son. A dad gotta teach his boy how to clean.” I didn’t have anything to say as I breathed heavily. A few seconds later, his hands were off my cock head and he slapped me on the ass. “You’re all cleaned now son.” He said with a haughty laugh.

I could barely breathe. I could have cum right then and there. His eyes were closed as he finished washing himself off. I was definitely semi hard now.

Before long we were towering off and he smiled as he lead me up the stairs.
 

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PART 4

What had just happened? One moment Mr. Smith had my dick in his hand and rubbing me off in a way, next moment we are in towels in his large closest again. I couldn’t process it all. Had we become so comfortable so easily, but what did it mean? I wanted him more than ever. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was too much. And he was ready to strip down again.

He took the towel from around his waist and dried his hair and I follow suit. There we were, both naked with our reflections in his mirror displaying us back. He pulled open his underwear draw and dug through.

“What would you like to wear today son?”

I looked down, “Why don’t you pick for me daddy.” He smiled and rummaged through hid draw until he found a white pair that barely had any fabric on it. He laughed.

“What is this?”

“It’s a thong I accidentally got a size too small, why don’t you try it on, would look good on you.”

I shot him a questionable look, “Okay if you want me to wear this then I get to pick something out for you.”

He moved back from the draw, “Be my guest.”

Since I’ve seen his dick all morning I knew exactly what they would look good in. I loved the pair of briefs he had on last night, but I wanted something that would give an even better outline of his bulge. I found a nice white pair of snug boxer briefs and handed them to him. He raised an eyebrow.

We both stood infront of the mirror with underwear in hand and he smiled, “Look father and son bonding.” As he put his arm on my shoulder. I was eating it up

“So are we gonna be naked here all day or put them on?” I asked.

“Hey, I don’t mind being naked all day, the norm for me.” I let out a small laughter and put on the thong he handed me as he put on his pair. The thong nicely showed off my package put was interesting that there was basically a string inbetween my ass cheek.

He had to readjust and tuck in his dick so they fit well in. But after some attempt he realized he was just going to have an outline of his dick to the side instead of everything hanging in the middle.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them. “Wow,” I muttered without realizing it. In the mirror we looked like a dad and son porn promo photo. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“We look good son.”

We did, I turned around a bit because I wanted to see what my ass looked like and it looked nice and I arched it just a bit to have that booty pop out.

“Nice ass.”

“Nice bulge,” I returned. As if on cue he grabbed the outline of his dick like an old marky mark photo and jerked it.

“Oh you like this son?” I looked at him and rolled my eyes, smiling, us teasing one another.

In one swift moment, he turned my shoulders and pulled me closer as my back was against his chest and he put his arms over my shoulder wear they rested on my chest. So looking at the mirror he was just standing behind me with his arms over me. I backed into him and felt the firm print of his dick pressing up against me.

“We look like a good father son duo,” he said biting his bottom lips, smoldering at our reflection, he pushed against my ass a bit harder.

“Yea, we do daddy.” This was my chance, I had to make a move. It was now or never and I wasn’t even sure what he was thinking or what he wanted, but I knew I wanted him. His dick against me left me sense, I just wanted it inside me so bad. I wanted in my ass. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted my lips to satisfied him.

The only thing that came out was a yawn. I covered my mouth. He laughed. He lightly tapped my chest. “Tired son.”

“Yea daddy,” As I rested the back of my head against his shoulder.

“Me too, why don’t we take a little nap, what do you say?”

“Would love that daddy.”

He unwraps his arms around my shoulder and with one hand he held my other one and pulled me out the closest into the bedroom and closer to his bed. We stood there on the edge of his bed, me not really sure what we were going to do next. He flipped the blanket back and got in adjust some pillow where he could slightly rest against them. He got comfortable and he spread his legs wide open and the bulge and print of his dick is more defined than ever. He gave a nod inviting me into his space, into his arms. This was it. Was he giving me an okay to do more?

It was my turn to bit the bottom of my lips. I planted my knees at the bottom of the bed and I slowly crawled cat like toward him. I was then inbetween his legs, closer and closer. I snuggled myself down onto his chest. My dick pushed against his firm on, and my hand on his chest. I dug my face into his frame between his shoulder and chest. With one hand he pulled the blanket over to cover us, with his other hand he ran his fingers through my hair and slowly pulled my head back and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

I moaned. I didn’t have any more inhibition. I was at peace, was at lust. This was actually what I wanted.

With the hand not in my hair, it slid down my side and firmly landed on my bare butt cheek and he gave it soft squeeze. “You like cuddling son.”

I moaned again. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He tone sounding loving, but yet commanding. He softly tilted my head up to where our eyes met.

In that moment I knew what he wanted and what I wanted and it was all the same. “Yes… daddy.”

“Would you like to be my son?” His words were filled with desire and lust and were offering me everything I wanted.

“Yes daddy.”

“And you would want to be my son?”

“Yes… daddy,” I said barely audible. I was in a state of intoxication. Was he really asking me these words?

“Good son, I want to be your daddy too.” He said and then his lips were against mine. His stubble tickling my face, but it felt so good. His tongue pushed into mine, demanding my own to come play. His hand in my hair, his other pulling my ass and his legs wrapping around mine. I didn’t care anymore as my dick got harder and I felt him go even harder. I knew at this point, he had accepted me as his son, and he had already been my daddy.
 
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PART 4

What had just happened? One moment Mr. Smith had my dick in his hand and rubbing me off in a way, next moment we are in towels in his large closest again. I couldn’t process it all. Had we become so comfortable so easily, but what did it mean? I wanted him more than ever. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it was too much. And he was ready to strip down again.

He took the towel from around his waist and dried his hair and I follow suit. There we were, both naked with our reflections in his mirror displaying us back. He pulled open his underwear draw and dug through.

“What would you like to wear today son?”

I looked down, “Why don’t you pick for me daddy.” He smiled and rummaged through hid draw until he found a white pair that barely had any fabric on it. He laughed.

“What is this?”

“It’s a thong I accidentally got a size too small, why don’t you try it on, would look good on you.”

I shot him a questionable look, “Okay if you want me to wear this then I get to pick something out for you.”

He moved back from the draw, “Be my guest.”

Since I’ve seen his dick all morning I knew exactly what they would look good in. I loved the pair of briefs he had on last night, but I wanted something that would give an even better outline of his bulge. I found a nice white pair of snug boxer briefs and handed them to him. He raised an eyebrow.

We both stood infront of the mirror with underwear in hand and he smiled, “Look father and son bonding.” As he put his arm on my shoulder. I was eating it up

“So are we gonna be naked here all day or put them on?” I asked.

“Hey, I don’t mind being naked all day, the norm for me.” I let out a small laughter and put on the thong he handed me as he put on his pair. The thong nicely showed off my package put was interesting that there was basically a string inbetween my ass cheek.

He had to readjust and tuck in his dick so they fit well in. But after some attempt he realized he was just going to have an outline of his dick to the side instead of everything hanging in the middle.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them. “Wow,” I muttered without realizing it. In the mirror we looked like a dad and son porn promo photo. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“We look good son.”

We did, I turned around a bit because I wanted to see what my ass looked like and it looked nice and I arched it just a bit to have that booty pop out.

“Nice ass.”

“Nice bulge,” I returned. As if on cue he grabbed the outline of his dick like an old marky mark photo and jerked it.

“Oh you like this son?” I looked at him and rolled my eyes, smiling, us teasing one another.

In one swift moment, he turned my shoulders and pulled me closer as my back was against his chest and he put his arms over my shoulder wear they rested on my chest. So looking at the mirror he was just standing behind me with his arms over me. I backed into him and felt the firm print of his dick pressing up against me.

“We look like a good father son duo,” he said biting his bottom lips, smoldering at our reflection, he pushed against my ass a bit harder.

“Yea, we do daddy.” This was my chance, I had to make a move. It was now or never and I wasn’t even sure what he was thinking or what he wanted, but I knew I wanted him. His dick against me left me sense, I just wanted it inside me so bad. I wanted in my ass. I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted my lips to satisfied him.

The only thing that came out was a yawn. I covered my mouth. He laughed. He lightly tapped my chest. “Tired son.”

“Yea daddy,” As I rested the back of my head against his shoulder.

“Me too, why don’t we take a little nap, what do you say?”

“Would love that daddy.”

He unwraps his arms around my shoulder and with one hand he held my other one and pulled me out the closest into the bedroom and closer to his bed. We stood there on the edge of his bed, me not really sure what we were going to do next. He flipped the blanket back and got in adjust some pillow where he could slightly rest against them. He got comfortable and he spread his legs wide open and the bulge and print of his dick is more defined than ever. He gave a nod inviting me into his space, into his arms. This was it. Was he giving me an okay to do more?

It was my turn to bit the bottom of my lips. I planted my knees at the bottom of the bed and I slowly crawled cat like toward him. I was then inbetween his legs, closer and closer. I snuggled myself down onto his chest. My dick pushed against his firm on, and my hand on his chest. I dug my face into his frame between his shoulder and chest. With one hand he pulled the blanket over to cover us, with his other hand he ran his fingers through my hair and slowly pulled my head back and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

I moaned. I didn’t have any more inhibition. I was at peace, was at lust. This was actually what I wanted.

With the hand not in my hair, it slid down my side and firmly landed on my bare butt cheek and he gave it soft squeeze. “You like cuddling son.”

I moaned again. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” He tone sounding loving, but yet commanding. He softly tilted my head up to where our eyes met.

In that moment I knew what he wanted and what I wanted and it was all the same. “Yes… daddy.”

“Would you like to be my son?” His words were filled with desire and lust and were offering me everything I wanted.

“Yes daddy.”

“And you would want to be my son?”

“Yes… daddy,” I said barely audible. I was in a state of intoxication. Was he really asking me these words?

“Good son, I want to be your daddy too.” He said and then his lips were against mine. His stubble tickling my face, but it felt so good. His tongue pushed into mine, demanding my own to come play. His hand in my hair, his other pulling my ass and his legs wrapping around mine. I didn’t care anymore as my dick got harder and I felt him go even harder. I knew at this point, he had accepted me as his son, and he had already been my daddy.
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Love it, keep it going. I can think of many different ways/senarios
to develop it into a novel, Lol

What kind of scenes? I have some for future stories, I would love some ideas for even more stories. Why don't you try writing one! It's pretty fun : )