Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
The usual disclaimers apply: this is a made-up fictional story for adult readers only.
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
7
A normal Friday night. They'd gotten back from dinner and a drink and had fucked doggy style, this time right there in the living room. Usually after sex on Friday the long week would catch up with them and they'd crawl into bed. Tonight, though neither Ryan nor Josh were in a rush to go to sleep.
Ryan got a couple of beers from the fridge and flipped on the late night TV. They sat there watching, Ryan's hand resting paternally on his shoulder, one body leaning into the other. It felt right.
Finally, there was a moment when Josh noticed Ryan looking at him.
"What?" he asked.
"You. You're so fucking sexy."
"You too."
They kissed. Ryan looked at him some more.
"Jesus," Ryan shuddered. "I really am old enough to be your father."
"That bother you?"
"It used to." That sly grin returned. "Now I kinda like it."
The men kissed again.
"You know, I can feel your load running out of me," Josh observed.
Casually, Ryan's hand reached down between Josh's legs, pushing beneath the hem of the shorts to have a feel, his hairy knuckles brushing past Josh's nut sac. His fingertip made contact with the cum-moist hole.
"Fuck, you're wet all right. I should get you a towel." He went and fetched a towel, pulling down Josh's shorts and beginning to wipe the splooge off the ass trench. A proud smile flashed on his face.
"You like that," Josh noticed.
"Yeah. It's like your my conquest, like I left my mark."
Ryan's finger pushed in. Involuntarily Josh spread his thighs to give him a better angle. "Yeah, that's it," he urged. "Spread those legs for daddy." The young man's cock jumped straight up when he said this. Ryan ran his free hand along the length of his boner. "Yeah, you get off on this as much as I do.... Josh, I gotta ask you a personal question."
"You're my boyfriend. We're living together. I got your jizz dripping out of me. Of course you can ask me a personal question."
"Is this daddy scene just play for you, or..." he waited a second, unsure whether he should ask, "or do you have a thing for your real father?"
Fuck, this was heavy. Before Ryan, Josh would simply answered with a shocked denial. Maybe two months ago he would have done that. But, now tears welled up in his eyes. A reply so quiet Ryan could barely hear it. "I have the hots for my dad. My real dad."
He thought Ryan was going to say something, tell him he was sick, probably break up with him. Each second of silence was agony to his heart and the tears started flowing, heavy now. He just lost it and now was bawling.
"There, bud, there," Ryan assured him, running his hand along Josh's face. "It's OK, let it out. You can tell me. I love you big guy, you can tell me anything you're thinking."
Soon Josh had calmed down and was ashamed he'd lost it. But when Ryan leaned forward and kissed him, everything felt right. He'd confessed his deepest darkest secret and the world didn't open up beneath him. Greedily, he kissed back.
"I think I've known," Ryan said softly. "You just seemed to really crave affection. Unlike anyone else I've met."
"You're OK with it?"
Ryan nodded. "Maybe selfishly. If it's the thing that's driving you to want more of me, then how can I complain?"
"Oh man, Ry," Josh said, "You're not just a substitute. I'm crazy for you."
"Maybe not. Even if I were, I'd be a lucky man," he said. He nodded down to his prick, which had grown hard once more. "You keep this fella pretty happy."
"Fuck, Ry," Josh said and leaned up for another kiss.
The man scooted forward and pulled Josh's legs up. The hole was very wet from their previous fuck and as he nudged the head in he could feel the soft pucker give way, let him in. Josh Carter had no more defenses at that moment.
"Ugh, yeah," Ryan gasped as his bare cock sunk in. He hadn't even checked if Josh was ready for another go, so soon and twice in one night. But he was worked up now, and started fucking. in and out. Slowly now, going steady. Josh was erect now. Urging him on with his eyes. Wanting to get fucked.
Ryan was a few thrusts into a nice fuck when he looked down at Josh. "Tell me about him, Josh. Tell me about your father."
Talk about mind games! This guy knew how to take Josh to that fucked-up place all right.
He licked his lips and stared. "You know some of it. He was a football player. A professional. Running back. We grew up pretty rich, but Dad didn't let it go to his head. Never acted like the famous guy. And he never let it get to my head either. Said I wasn't gonna be treated any differently for being an NFLer's kid. That I had to earn respect."
Ryan's thrusting was intent, steady. He held Josh's ankles tightly as he fucked in and out. He was looking down on Josh hard now, whether from what Josh was saying or the sensations of his ass he couldn't say. Ryan spoke again. More questions. "He wanted you to play ball, didn't he? Wanted you to follow in daddy's footsteps."
It was liking he was saying the things Josh never could say himself. He nodded, tears welling up.
"I know your daddy's proud of you, Josh. Might not know how to say it, but yeah, he's proud. No way he wouldn't be proud of a son like you." His breathing was getting short, his prick thrusts faster, gradually faster. He was gonna come soon.
"Ryan, sir," Josh urged, throwing his arms around the man's back. "Cum in me." Then again. "Cum in me, Dad."
Ryan bit his lip and grunted. Josh was getting spermed for the second time tonight.
When the man came to and pulled out he noticed Josh's hard on. "You didn't get off, kiddo."
"It's all right," Josh replied.
"Just enjoy your dad sucking you off, boy." Then he went down on him, sending him to heaven.
"You won't believe who called me today," Josh said the following Wednesday night.
"Who?" Ryan getting ready for bed. He'd arrived home late from a business trip and was too tired for sex, uncharacteristically. Still, it was nice to have a boyfriend to come home to. He hadn't felt this way since Andy, and damn, that was 8 years ago now.
Josh stripped off his shirt, tired himself. "My father. He's going to be in town next week with his new girlfriend. Ashley," he said, with a bit of a mocking lilt. He was still getting used to his parents' divorce. He felt bad for his mom. She did all right financially, but she wasn't the one dating a string of eye candy. Dad's eleven months post-divorce had been a revolving door of sorority girls happy to date an ex-ballplayer divorcé. But any bitterness Josh might have felt was tempered by the fact his old man had mellowed out. A lot.
He'd been shocked with Mike Carter has asked if he and Ryan wanted to join them for dinner Friday night.
"She's one of those goddamn foodies," Josh's dad had said with his trademark plainspoken gruffness. "I figured you guys might know of a good place."
Josh told Ryan.
"I thought he wasn't entirely OK with you having a boyfriend."
"I thought so too. I think the divorce has maid him more laid back."
"Yeah, well good, I suppose," Ryan said. He knew Josh was still impacted by the split but wanted to see him on good terms with his dad. "I'm happy to go out next Friday. I want to meet your dad."
"I want you to meet him, too," Josh said.
"And whatever you got going on in your family, you know I'm here for you, right?"
"Thanks, Ry."
Josh had been prepared for Ashley. She was nice enough but just as bubbly an ex-sorority girl as you could expect. It was weird to Josh to see his dad happy like this. Sure it was middle-aged sow-your-oats I'm fucking a sorority girl happy, but he was smiling and joking and as lively as Josh had seen the man in a long time.
What surprised him - really took him off guard - was how well he and Ryan hit it off.
"So Ryan.. what do you do for work?"
"I'm in sales. Represent a sports supplement company. East Coast territory, mostly."
"Oh really?" Anything sports related and Dad's ears perked up. He asked Ryan about the brands he sold, and he was familiar with many of them.
"Josh tells me you used to play in the NFL," Ryan said.
"Yessir. Running back for the Broncos. Retired years ago."
"You miss the game at all?"
"Yeah sometimes. Right now, I'm loving retirement. But I've thought about coaching. Been talking to the staff at U of F about starting on there." He took a sip of his wine and added. "Were you an athlete? You have that look."
Ryan nodded. "Yes, sir. Professional baseball. Played for the Giants."
It sunk in. "Well fuck me!" Mike nearly bellowed. "Ryan Miller? 3rd base?"
"Yeah," Ryan laughed, a little surprised.
"Man, you were on my fantasy team. One walk-off homerun you hit was responsible for me winning the pool that year."
"Wow."
"Wow's right. Ryan Fucking Miller. Who would have believed. Great to meet you in person, sir."
After that Josh knew that Ryan was in good with his father. Even so, he was surprised when later that evening, his dad almost said as much. Ryan and Ashley were walking up ahead as Ryan told her of some of the best places to go shopping in New York. Contrary to stereotype, Ryan knew more about that than Josh. Josh and his Dad were five paces behind, talking.
"Ryan's a good man," his father said.
"Yes. Yes, he is," Josh answered. "I feel real lucky."
"You know, when you told me you were dating a 44 year old I was prepared for some douchebag taking advantage of you."
Josh thought a second before he spoke. "Do you not trust me to find a good guy?"
"Oh it's not that Joshie. I'm sure you're as level headed as the rest of em. Certainly more than your brother. The kid's only a sophomore and already he has gold diggers clinging to him." Zach Carter was a star at Florida State and unlike Josh was following in his father's footsteps. Josh had always been a little resentful of his younger brother for that reason.
His father continued. "It's just that, well, you see how many girlfriends I've had since the divorce."
"Yeah. Three," Josh said.
"Five, actually," his father said with a cocky grin. "I didn't tell you about a couple."
"You dog," Josh laughed. He was starting to let go of his resentment and enjoy having his father be open with him.
"See. We men are schmucks. Sometimes guys spend their midlife crisis looking for variety and the next young thing. I thought maybe Ryan was that kind of guy."
"You mean a guy like you?"
"If you wanna put that way then yeah, a guy like me. But I did right by you all when you were growing up, you can't deny me that."
"No, sir," Josh said more meekly. "You know I've always looked up to you, Dad. Tried to be the son you deserved."
"Now don't start with that. I know I was hard on you when you quit football. And then again when you told me you're gay. Not my best moments. But you're a great son and a Carter through and through if there ever was one. Bull-headed, egotistical little shit."
His dad was cracking him up now.
"Yeah that's the Joshie I know."
"Thanks, Dad."
"You're making your own way and that's great. Not your dad's way. Never apologize for that, son."
"No, sir."
Josh and Ryan stripped and crawled into bed. It wasn't that late but it had been a tiring day. Still, he found himself horny and was glad when Ryan crawled on top of him, making out and humping their nude bodies together, rubbing that club of a cock over Josh's own expanding penis.
"So, was it good seeing your father?" Ryan could already guess the answer.
"Yeah. Yeah it was real good. He likes you," Josh said. "Looks like you got another member of the Ryan Miller fan club."
"Ha, you're exaggerating, but we got along pretty well. You're dad's a great guy."
"That's what he said about you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"That means something. I know you look up to him, Josh. I want you to look up to me in the same way."
"You doofus, you don't think I do?"
"What we got is great. Sex. Romance. I'm talking about something else."
It clicked for Josh. "You mean you want to be my Dad."
Ryan nodded. "You up for that Sport?"
"Oh fuck," Josh said, his prick feeling harder than ever. "Are we role playing?"
Ryan leaned down and kissed him. Slowly, deeply. He pulled back up. "I don't know Joshie, are we?"
Hearing those words and his father's nickname for him come from Ryan's lips was enough. Josh's cock started spurting between their heaving bods, making a slick mess between them.
Ryan pinned his arms down and looking him straight in the eye started frotting his abs, rubbing his cock in the hot semen, till he too was ready to shoot, adding his seed to Josh's.