Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only. As the title suggests, this story has some strong incest themes, but no actual relations between family members.
Thanks to the writers who inspired this one, and thanks to the readers who've emailed me.
Daddy Issues
14
The next evening, Ryan acted nonchalant, and it seemed like a routine evening to Josh: gym, dinner, hanging out.
While Josh watched dinner, Ryan took an early shower. He decided to clean himself out. The nozzle felt intrusive and unfamiliar going into the man's constricted hole, and Ryan was starting to wonder if he could actually go through with it. It had been a good decade since he'd bottomed. He had certainly tightened up, it felt virgin tight down there. Ryan actually felt guilty he hadn't offered Josh a chance to top until now. But he loved his son's ass - holding it, eating it, fucking it - and Josh seemed to crave Ryan's daddy dick in him whenever they had the chance. So the men were happy with that dynamic and Ryan justified his own selfish top nature. But in the back of his mind he knew that this was one thing he'd given to Andy he hadn't given to his son yet. He wanted to give Josh this, if the boy wanted it.
Ryan walked out, towel around his waist. He went over to the table pulled the notarized papers out of his briefcase. Handing them to Josh, he announced. "It's official son..."
Josh stood up, all smiles. He and Ryan made out, with emotional intensity. Josh was happier than he'd ever been in his life. Ryan felt thrilled and nervous at the same time. But horny, too, especially as Josh undid his towel, freeing his thick hardon.
Josh gripped that dadcock playfully, giving gentle strokes. "How about a nice blow job to celebrate, Dad?" he smirked as he started to kneel.
Ryan stopped him. "Sounds amazing, son. But why don't we take it to the bed, take our time with it?"
"You want a nice long edge session, huh?" Josh said. "Sounds great."
Ryan savored the expert head he was getting from his son. It was Josh's cocksucking capabilities, in fact, that had led to this moment. This bond. He knew Josh was holding back, going slow, but still, it was feeling too good to the Dad, who knew he was going to lose his load soon. Gently he nudged Josh's face off. "Easy there, Tiger. Daddy's gotta cool his jets for a bit."
Slowly he spread his legs and pushed up his hips, offering Josh his nutsac instead. "Why don't you suck on your dad's balls?"
Josh was loving the slow burn of this sex session. Part of him wanted to take Ryan's cock and sit on it till both men exploded. Or suck his dad's sperm down. But Ryan was driving this and the delay was adding to Josh's excitement. He licked and sucked on Ryan's testicles, as if the contact would provide a direct conduit of DNA into his own younger body. After about five minutes, those nuts were pulsing and drawn and Josh was ready to go back up on dive on Dad's cock.
Only Ryan lifted his legs up into the air. In front of Josh was the man's hairy taint. Their oral play had never really gone this far, but now Josh was excited and he started licking up and down. And, as Ryan pulled back his legs, his hair covered pucker rose up to Josh's mouth level. "There you go, big guy. Eat your Dad's hole."
Josh didn't need the invitation. He dove in, tongue first. Licking, then prodding, then circling Ryan's tight sphincter. It was like his Dad's private sanctum and Josh was relishing in the closeness to it. The fluttering tongue tip drove the older man crazy and he started little mini movements in his abs that thrust his crack back and forth over Josh's face and mouth. It had never been like this, Josh eating Ryan out, but the kid was sure doing his best to make up for lost time. Fucking powerdrilling his hole, the tongue was making Ryan dilate, just a little and his fat cock leak over his hairy gut.
Ryan was as ready as he was ever going to be. "Son," he huffed. "It's been a while for your dad, but if you promise to go slow...."
Josh's hardon jerked and he raised his head to look Ryan in the eye. "You serious, Dad?" he asked.
Ryan nodded, horny, anxious, emotional. "Yes, son. If you want it. It's the one bond we've not had yet."
"Oh, man, I want it," Josh said. His fingers zeroed on on that hairy trench and the masculine rosebud buried inside. It was still wet with spit as Josh circled his finger around the ring, teasing it with the same fluttery motion he'd used with this tongue.
Ryan looked at him hungrily. The kid was making him feel real good. "You man enough to take your daddy's hole?" he breathed.
"Whaddya think?" Josh grinned and pressed his finger in. Both men moaned and Josh looked down enraptured as his digit sunk in, touching his dad's inner walls. He started to fuck it in and out now...
"Shit! Lube!" Ryan cried, feeling discomfort now that the spit's effectiveness had been replaced by pure friction.
"Sorry, Dad," Josh said and reached over and got the familiar bottle out. He squirted a bunch on his fingers and put his index finger back at his dad's hole. It pressed in easier now and very gently, Josh started a sawing in and out motion. "Feel better?"
Ryan nodded. "Yeah. Oh, that's good. Keep at it, boy. Get in there. Get inside your father."
His encouragement made Josh hornier, if that was possible. He pushed a second finger in, which Ryan's hole accommodated. "I love you, Dad," he breathed, looking down on the beefy older-40s body splayed out beneath him.
Ryan's eyes sparkled. "Love you, too, son. Always have." Then, as a third of Josh's fingers popped in he felt a rush. A weird discomfort-pleasure. "Wow!"
"Yeah, wow," Josh said. With his free hand, he grabbed the lube bottle and poured a huge amount on his hard prick, letting it trickle down the sides. "You're gonna need it real wet, Dad."
Ryan's heart was pounding as he watched Josh lean up and grab his legs. Hoisting them up higher. The kid was stone hard with his dick sticking straight up. He didn't need to guide it with his hand, he just swiveled his hips until the rigid scepter made contact with that dad hole. Joshie held it there, steady, looking Ryan straight in the eye. Both men were so emotional they couldn't speak. Then Josh pushed. The prepwork helped and the lube did the rest of the job. Josh Carter's cock pushed into Ryan's snug hole for the first time.
Josh bit his lip, he wanted to yell out to the world but he also didn't want to break the spell between him and his dad at this moment of connect. He couldn't believe how tight and amazing Ryan's hole felt on his cock.
"Feels good, son?" Ryan said, trying to articulate what his son was feeling.
"Yessir," Josh said. "Your ass is so amazing, Dad." More of his dick pushed in and soon Josh was buried balls deep.
Ryan was breathing deep to get used to it. Josh wasn't nearly as thick as Ryan was, but that cock felt giant stuffed up his butt. It was like the kid was getting Ryan's cherry all over again. The very thought sent a sexual jolt through his body. Yeah, Joshie's popping Daddy's cherry, Ryan thought, and all of a sudden his ass walls contracted, then relaxed.
Josh smiled as he felt his daddy's rectum lose some of its defensive tightness. He knew he was good to go now. He pulled back and fucked in. His first dad-fuck. He didn't even realize he wanted it so much till now. But he felt possessed. With love. Power. A sense of real adulthood. It was all emanating from his quivering dick and the contact with his dad's insides. His hips pumped faster, he couldn't help it. Ryan's words weren't helping him stave off orgasm. "Fuck me, Josh. Fuck daddy," he growled. And then, bam!, Josh's cum started pumping out in heavy full spurts, inside the man he loved most.
"Ah, ah shit!" he cried in a high voice as his ejaculation kept coming and he was rocked with a full body orgasm.
He had a huge appreciative smile on his face as he came back to, matched with a big grin. Ryan hadn't gotten off, it had all happened too fast, but he was turned on by the idea that Josh had just come inside him. "My boy's all man, all right," he said, reaching up and stroking his boy's face, then paternally patting his lithe muscular side. "Feel good, son?"
Josh nodded. "Yeah, dad, that was amazing." His cock pulled back but instead of withdrew went in again. "I don't wanna pull out."
"Keep it in. Keep fucking me." Ryan huffed. He knew from much experience that twice in a row was rarely a problem for Josh.
The first orgasm had been almost premature, the second fuck Josh took his time. Building up, varying the pace, using more technique. Has putting his gluteal muscle to good use, alternating pure power with grinding motions, almost circular.
"I'm pushing that load in you deeper, Dad," Josh said, now confident in his tophood. "Gonna pack that son sperm inside daddy."
It all was driving Ryan insane, he couldn't believe how much technique Josh had in him. His daddy cock leaked steadily and the man would occasionally grip it, jerking it till he was almost coming, then he'd let go again. He wanted this to last just a little longer...
Josh was starting to get that feeling in his balls again, familiar, beckoning. He grinned as Ryan's reaction to his fuck, particularly once Josh's prick head started nudging a direct assault on the man's prostate. The big man was practically whimpering now, reduced to the state he normally put Josh in.
"It's so awesome to fuck my Dad," Josh said aloud. "My real Dad. My big fucking muscle jock of a Dad. You like it, too, don't you? Your son fucking you?" He was getting into the verbal role, now, talking himself and Ryan toward cumming.
"Oh yeah. Fuck me, son."
"Dad," Josh said, getting almost there. "I want to take your name. Josh Miller."
That pushed Ryan over the edge, his prick started shaking and his ejaculation was rumbling in his nuts. That egged Josh on even more. "Yeah, Josh Miller's fucking the cum out of you, Dad." Then it poured out. The biggest load of Ryan's life. First high-firing jets of white liquid shot high, against the bedboard, and all over Ryan's hairy chest, the thick globs pearling on the fur before being joined by more. Then the ejaculate oozed out in a steady aftershock, forming a wide pool of jism on his stomach. And it kept coming as Josh fucked it out of him and Ryan had the longest orgasm imaginable.
"Oh fuck, Dad, that's so hot.... I'm gonna come again. Come inside you." As the last dribbles of semen oozed out of Ryan's cock, his son injected his second, almost equally heavy load way deep inside his bowels.
When Josh finally withdrew, a river of his milky sperm rushed out of Ryan's now open hole. He had no practice clamping it shut after sex and in any case felt too fucked out to do anything other than to lie there and feel Josh's deposit seep out. He lay back for a minute and when he opened his eyes and lifted his head he saw Josh staring down between his legs, enraptured by the sight of his own semen.
"I shot you pretty full, Dad," he said, with a proud, cocky look on his face. An I-just-fucked-my-daddy look.
"Feels like a huge load I got in me," Ryan said.
"Yeah, like Ryan Miller sized," Josh said. He'd always been impressed by his father's large ejaculations.
"You're definitely my boy, all right," Ryan said. "Wanna get cleaned up?"
"Sure Dad."
The men showered together, savoring the closeness and the body contact, and kissing between soaping each other's bodies.
"If I knew you were that good of a top, I would have let you tap me earlier," Ryan said.
Josh smiled, eating up the compliment.
"You gonna have a hard time going back to being Daddy's bottom, now?" Ryan asked, a little nervous, as he stroked Josh's neck. As much as he enjoyed what had just happened, he loved fucking Josh. He wasn't ready for a full role reversal.
"You serious Dad? I love your dick, you know that." He reached down and gently soaped the semi-soft phallus and the balls that hung beneath. His dad's balls. He thought for a second, then added. "And you know, for me, it's always been about you in control. It feels natural to have you as my top. Always has, always will be. You know how to control me.... sexually... more than any man could."
Ryan gave Josh a deep kiss of satisfaction. Selfishly, he was glad he could go back to Top Dad Ryan. He felt Josh's dick harden against him. Damn to be that young, he thought. The kid was a good fuck, he admitted. Fucked in a way only a 26 year old can. Ryan didn't know, a certain energy, abandon. He pulled back gave Josh a friendly pat on the head. "But you wouldn't mind if we turned the tables from time to time, would you, Sport?"
"You can always read my mind, Dad."
Later, as they cuddled in bed, tired but not sleepy yet, Ryan had something else to ask Josh.
"Son... were you serious, what you said earlier? About wanting to take my name? It's OK if that was just a heat of the moment thing."
"Dad, I meant it. If you'll let me, I want to become Josh Miller."
"Of course I'll let you. I'd be honored. Only one thing, though. You need to think this through."
"Dad, I have thought it through. You know, in my mind, I already am a Miller."
"No I mean the ramifications. How it'll go down at work. With your friends. The paperwork. Most of all, how your family will take it."
"I hadn't thought about that," Josh admitted, sounding defeated.
"Don't worry, big guy. We'll figure it out. In my mind, you're Josh Miller, too."
It was about 11 `o clock on a regular Wednesday when Josh got a text from Ryan. "Lunch plans?"
"No. Why?"
"Made a big sale today. Have the afternoon off and some hotel points to burn. Wanna meet for a quickie?"
"Fuck yeah" was his reply, and an hour later he was at a chain hotel a block away from his workplace, bent forward on the bed, his suit pants pulled down to his knees while Ryan fucked fast and furious from behind. It was quick and nasty all right, thought Josh as he frigged his cock furiously, trying to get his nut before Ryan.
He lost the battle but barely. Those tale tale high grunts echoed in the room as Josh got injected with a healthy load of dad sperm. The very thought pushed Josh over the edge and he came into the bedsheets. It was all over in three minutes.
"Stay put," Ryan said as he went get a wet washcloth and a towel. Gingerly, he wiped Josh clean before cleaning off his own cock. "There," he said, tucking his dick back in and zipping up.
Josh hiked up his trousers and tucked his shirt back in. Ryan was raiding the mini-bar, pulling out some a small bottle of scotch which he poured into a rocks glass. "Nothing like the rush of making a big sale," Ryan said. "Except fucking." He took a sip. "You gotta get back to the office?"
"I have a little time to hang out. They don't rent these rooms by the minute, do they?" he joked.
"Sorry for the quick trigger, son, I was on a bit of a high."
"I could tell. I loved it."
"I got the room for the night. You want to come back over after work? I'm thinking I like hotel sex."
"What you going to do in the meantime?"
"I dunno. Enjoy the day off. Have a couple of these..." he held up his scotch, "... enjoy watching the Mets in the hotel bar. I gotta warn ya. It's a big fucking commission so your dad's probably gonna let loose a little today. Get sauced."
"You're a happy drunk," Josh said. "Go for it." He liked seeing Ryan's lighter, playful side like he saw today.
"Come give your daddy a kiss," Ryan said. Josh leaned over and met him, mouth to mouth. They battle tongues lovingly as they rolled around on the bed.
"Joshie, Joshie, Joshie," Ryan said as they held each. "I gotta think of a new nickname for you. One that's only mine."
"Yeah?" Joshie had always been what Mike Carter called him. It felt right from Ryan's lips, too, but now that Ryan had brought it up, he relished the idea of a special name, just between them.
"J.R." Ryan said. "Your initials. Yeah, you're a J.R. all right."
"I like it," Josh said. "It's like Junior."
Ryan grinned and pushed his mouth to Josh's. They made out more. "Mmn, Junior," Ryan said half into Josh's mouth. "I like that. Ryan Miller, Jr. Just between you and me."
"Oh fuck, Dad," Josh moaned, kissing back harder and grinding his renewed hardon into the man. He humped his dad wantonly, amazed how just when he thought he couldn't get closer, Ryan would do something to cement the bond more.
Ryan was unzipping Josh now and hunkering down. "I'm not going to let Junior go back to the office with a hardon like this," he said before going down on Josh, bobbing for the kid's second load of the day.
November and it was an Indian summer day. It was a perfect day to get out into Central Park, and that's what Ryan and Josh did, heading to a quieter part in the Northern corner, near the Upper West Side. It was Ryan's favorite spot in the city and quickly becoming Josh's, too.
The two men walked hand in hand, enjoying being together, enjoying not having to talk at that moment. Ryan almost hated the break the spell. But he spoke up. "J.R., I've been thinking about the last name thing."
"You mean becoming a Miller? Like I said, Dad, in my mind I am."
"I mean, legally. I've thought of a way."
"What is it?" Josh hadn't explored all the legal options. Besides, Ryan had been right: he wasn't sure he wanted all of the ramifications.
Ryan stopped and got down on his knee. He looked up at Josh with love. "Joshua Riley Carter. Son. Will you marry me?"
Josh pulled him up and gave him a bear hug. The kid was definitely getting extra strength from the weight training. Ryan's air was almost knocked out of him. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Forever, Dad." The two kissed and felt like they were on top of the world.
They went and got champagne at a hotel bar, both grinning the biggest smiles they'd ever had.
"You know," Josh said. "I thought of asking you. Many times. But I worried it would be an anti-climax after the adoption. Like less permanent, even."
"You still think it's an anticlimax?"
"Not at all, Dad. It's perfect. The perfect solution."
"You'll still need to do some paperwork. But it'll be easier."
"You've been thinking about this," Josh observed.
"For a while, Junior."
"I don't want to wait till we get home to celebrate."
Ryan looked at the champagne. Half full in its bucket. "We can head on, if you want J.R."
Josh shook his head. "I want you to take me to the bathroom stall and fuck me," he whispered in Ryan's ear.
It was a crazy idea, and risky, but Ryan was feeling impatient too. So he nodded. "Give me a minute, then follow me back there."
Thankfully the hotel restroom was quiet and when Josh opened the door he saw Ryan's head peek out one of the stalls. He gestured Josh in, and quickly latched the door behind them. Ryan's fat cock was already out and dripping. The two met in a rapid, fevered kiss while Josh undid his jeans and pushed them down. Ryan's rough grip pulled down the kid's underwear. Their cocks met, skin on skin, communicating desire, but they didn't have much time.
Ryan turned him around and put his cock in place. No lube, it was going to be mostly dry today. He spit a couple of times and hoped that and his precum would be enough. It was, Josh was that turned on, and soon Ryan was getting a tight fuck with the most exquisite friction. He screwed his way right through it.
The bathroom door opened and both men froze. Hearts pounding. Ryan thought for a minute they should uncouple to minimize any trouble they might get into. But he didn't want to call any attention to their presence. They stood embraced, stone silent.
The newcomer used the urinal, flushed, then washed up. Soon he was back out the door and Ryan was fucking Josh again. Quick, jerky thrust motions, not taking his time. Rather than soften his cock, the risk of the situation made him harder. He imagined doing this at the wedding reception, taking Josh into the men's room and buggering him blind. That did it. Ryan held on tight as his cock pumped its seed into Josh. He wiped off with toilet paper as Josh turned around.
"Go ahead," Josh whispered. "I'll meet you back out there." He could take care of his own prick. Reluctantly Ryan tucked in and exited the stall, washing up and then heading back to the bar so as not to raise suspicion.
Josh flogged his prick, feeling the semen in his hole. His dad's cum. That of his future husband. Long ropes of his sperm shot against the stall door. He wiped them off with a proud smile.
When he got back to the bar area, Ryan had refilled his flute. Lifting it in a toast he said, "To the hottest guy in Manhattan."
"To the best Dad in the world," Josh countered and the two clinked their glasses.