Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only.
A big shout out to a4f101 who inspired much of the direction of this one. Thanks for all the readers writing in.
This story is an experiment in writing something longer, kinkier, and more romantic. As the title suggests, this story has some strong incest themes, but no actual relations between family members. There are 15 chapters in all, and I will post new chapters on a regular basis.
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Daddy Issues
6
The following morning, Ryan got up early for his Sunday jog. Crawled out of bed and slipped on his jogging shorts and dry-wick T. He let Josh sleep in, the kid definitely deserved his rest after last night. Besides, the 43 year old thought, patting his midsection, he's not the one who needs the extra exercise. Ryan was proud of his body, he'd worked hard for it and harder to maintain it, but being with a 23 year old put things in perspective. He knew he'd never have that lithe body, those abs or even that perfectly flat stomach. Not at his age. His joints were starting to ache more in his middle-age, and the years of baseball had definitely taken a toll on his body. It was getting harder and harder to exercise and his body seemed to need it more to stay as trim as he used to be in his 30s. Still, Ryan knew he was going to keep at it, particularly as long as he was lucky enough to date a jock stud like Josh.
He went an extra mile that day. The weather was perfect, starting to warm up in May, and it was a sunny clear day along the river. And it felt good to get alone with his thoughts. Last night had been crazy, a little out of control, even, Ryan thought. The broken rubber was one thing, and yeah he'd worried for a minute. But he knew he was clean and instinctively he knew he could trust Josh on this. Maybe that trust was a sign of something, he thought.
What really weighed on him was the daddy thing. He'd resisted it, and now in the light of day something didn't sit right with Ryan. He'd always found those daddy/son pairings he'd seen out a little absurd. Maybe that's why he always felt self-conscious dating younger men. He didn't want to be a prop to work out some kid's daddy issues. And Josh definitely had daddy issues, he thought as he shook his head.
Ryan had to admit, though: the sex was scorching hot. Something about Josh, and his need, pushed the 40-something into a deeper place sexually. He liked to top but couldn't recall being that aggressive with anyone before. It was like the role play allowed him to explore a new side of himself. He'd come harder than he ever had. Fucking shredded a rubber to boot. And if being a daddy was what Josh wanted, maybe Ryan should consider the idea....
As he finished up, he stretched out his legs and walked two blocks to his favorite coffee shop. It really wasn't because of the cute, lean kid who worked there on weekends, but that was a nice bonus. The young pup was Josh's age, and Ryan always enjoyed talking to him and looking at him. Before he met Josh and started grooving on his bigger build, the Coffee Shop Guy was more of what Ryan considered his type: smaller build and lean, a little shorter, fair complected.
"Hey, there," the guy said as Ryan entered. "The usual?" Already he was pulling a coffee cup to start making the latte.
"Make it two. And a couple of poppy bagels. I got company," Ryan winked. He was often flirty with this kid, maybe that was his normal MO with younger guys. He felt in his element and liked the way the cute stud seemed to flirt back at him.
"Lucky you."
"Yeah," Ryan smiled, still a little high from the endorphins and satisfied from last night's sex.
"Romance?" The kid asked.
"Yeah, maybe."
"Well, lucky him," the guy smirked.
It was a harmless flirtation, but Ryan enjoyed it. It made him feel younger. If Josh craved affection, Ryan seemed to crave admiration. He ate it up. Maybe that's why things had never worked in relationships recently, he thought as he gave the kid a twenty and got change in return. With it, a card and a phone number on it.
"If things don't work out with your guy, I'd love to get together."
"Thanks," Ryan said and blushed a little, stuffing the card in his wallet. He knew he should toss out the card when he got outside, but he liked having a token of the kid's interest.
When he got back to the apartment, Josh was watching Sunday morning political talk shows. "I was beginning to wonder where you were," he said.
"Went for a longer run today," Ryan said putting the bagels down. "I brought breakfast." When he looked up he found Josh staring straight at him. "What?"
"You. I like you when you're sweaty."
Ryan grinned. The kid's eyes were boring on him, raking over every inch of his upper body, down to his crotch, where he felt his prick firming up. "You do huh?" the man said. He gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, tossing it aside.
There again, that magnificent beefy chest, Josh thought. More than anything else, it was that chest that reminded him of his father, though he would never tell Ryan that. "You're killing me, man," was all he said. Josh remembered as a teenager working out in his father's home gym, pumping extra hard on the bench press, hoping to rush his development and beef up his pectorals.
Ryan dropped his shorts. His cock was not fully erect but was getting there. "What about now, big guy?"
Josh peeled off his underwear and let Ryan see his own morning wood. It wasn't as thick as the older man's but it was nearly equal in length. Ryan reached forward and grabbed it with his palm, smoothly caressing the hard rod.
"Nice," he muttered, leaning into kiss Josh. Josh met the kiss and wrapped his arms around the sweat-slick hunk's body. He could now feel that heavy fat scepter pulse against his abs.
"Think big guy is up for a sweaty morning fuck before breakfast?" Ryan said, between teasing Josh's lips with his tongue. "What about it?"
Josh grabbed the towel Ryan had used to wipe his face off with and tossed it on the floor. He scrambled down and lay on his back. Ryan quickly followed hawking spit down onto his prick.
"Gonna try it this way," he said, and pushed it against Josh's ring. The hard fuck yesterday had worn the resistance out of the young man's hole and both guys gasped when the gate was breached.
"Holy fuck!" Ryan swore. "Feels so good, bud."
This was all going fast for Josh, but he wanted it. Wanted Ryan to fuck him again. He'd woken up with his asshole sore, and it was probably going to be even sorer after this.
"Christ, you're so fucking tight, Josh," the man said, fucking into him now. "So hot and tight." He leaned down and kissed the young man, who responded by hiking his butt back in mini thrusts. Wanting more dick inside.
Ryan obliged. It wasn't as intense or aggressive as their last fuck, but it was equally rushed. Ryan fucking away his morning wood in this beautiful young man. The bare fuck felt exquisite, he could feel every nerve ending in his prick tingle and the thought he was going to shoot inside Josh once more tripped his wires. "Oh fuck!" he cried and held on tight as his hips went into overdrive and his dick spurted a heavy morning load inside the young man.
Without lube, Josh's hand felt rough with friction but he had to get off. A couple of jerks and his dick obliged, sending fresh seed onto his stomach. After last night, his cum amount was less but the orgasm still felt deep.
When he came to, Ryan was looking down on him with an intent expression. One Josh had never seen before.
"I want this ass to be mine," the man said.
Josh nodded. "Yeah, it is. You just fucked it didn't you?"
"No. I mean all mine and mine alone. I want us to be boyfriends. Exclusive."
"Yes. I'm probably not going to be able to walk right if you keep fucking me like that. But yes, I want to be your boyfriend."
Josh expected a "you could do better than that" from Darren when he finally introduced Ryan to the gang, but all of his friends seemed happy for him. Maybe it helped that Darren had his own new love interest to keep him occupied.
It still felt awkward hanging out - Ryan with Josh's friends or Josh with Ryan's. Nothing bad was said, but each felt a little out of place. Sometimes a lot out of place. But Ryan's friends seemed to know him better than Ryan knew himself sometimes.
One night Josh was talking to Ryan's friend Kevin. "I'm glad you and Ry are dating," Kevin confided. "You're the best thing that's happened to him."
"Really? I wasn't sure you guys approved at first."
"The age difference? Hell, I could care less and neither could those guys. It's just that going after younger men kept Ry from anything long term. I think he had to admit to himself what he wants. Fuck, you wouldn't believe the times he'd make up lies to us so we wouldn't know he was going on a date. He was practically stammering when I ran into him out to eat with a college dude from NYU," Kevin laughed and Josh had to laugh since he could picture it.
"Don't tell Ry I told you this," Kevin said.
"I won't." Josh was glad to be in the confidence of Ryan's friends.
Kevin clapped Josh's shoulder. "You seem to be drawing him out, making him know what he wants."
Josh didn't expect it again. Not in the least. But Ryan started it one weeknight while Josh was going down on him.
"Aw that's it, suck daddy. Suck him good, boy." The words egged Josh on, which in turn made Ryan's filthy fuck talk continue. "Yeah, you like daddy's big fat cock, it's like you're making love to it every time, Josh."
Josh started bobbing up and down faster and harder, applying as much suction as he could in time to the rhythm. It was working.
"Oh! Yeah! Daddy's gonna blow. Here it comes big guy. Urgh!"
Josh's eager throat got filled with briny hot semen, which he proceeded to gulp down.
"Damn, you're good boy," Ryan said, pulling Josh up into a kiss. He pulled back and gestured for Josh to stand up. "Come up, here, Sport. Let daddy get you off."
Eagerly Josh stood and guided his hard prick into Ryan's mouth. Ryan lacked Josh's superb technique and didn't relish cocksucking as much as the younger man. But his mouth felt good, real good, and especially now that Josh was picturing his Dad sucking him, bobbing up and down, waiting for his son's sperm, he lost it in short order, grunting and ejaculating his young load into Ryan's waiting mouth.
"Thanks," Josh said, plopping down on the couch and giving Ryan a quick kiss.
"Least I could do for you. After all the times you get me off."
"Yeah that was awesome. But I mean the daddy thing too."
"Seems to get you worked up."
"It does. You don't mind it?"
"Let's just say I'm getting used to it."
And that was the start. The next weekend, Josh lay face down on the bed, while Ryan screwed him hard from behind.
"Whose ass is this?" Ryan grunted, shoving his battering ram deeper inside the young stud. "Who owns this ass?"
"You do Dad, oh fuck, fuck me right there on that spot. Right there, Daddy. Oh fuck!" Josh was getting the cum fucked out of him while Ryan started his own orgasm.
They uncoupled and lay on the bed.
"You're something else," Ryan said, running his hands along Josh's waist and side. "You know that?"
"I'm glad you think I'm not fucked up," Josh said. "This whole daddy thing."
"Let me let you in on a little secret. I'm finding it a real turnon myself. Didn't know I would. Or admit I would. Either way, there's something about it that's just intense." Josh started to interrupt, but Ryan stopped him. "Maybe it's because of you... how much you want it, how much you want me."
"Like you wouldn't believe," Josh said quietly, seriously.
Ryan looked down at his body. Muscular, in shape but definitely an older man's body. Beefed up since his ball playing days even, with looser muscle definition. "If you'll take this tired, old dad body, I'd love to have you move in, Josh."
The young man smiled and leaned in for a hard, excited kiss.
"I take it that's a yes?"
"Yes, sir," Josh grinned.