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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 6 From the end of chapter 5 - Peters POV
I unplug the bath, observe him as the water slowly drains, Tom still dosing quietly. I am transfixed as the declining water reveals his magnificent body, slowly unveiling Tom in all his glory, last of all his flaccid, beautiful cock now finally at rest after a very busy day.
I disturb him again and ask him to stand and I dry him with one of the hotels large luxurious towels, he opens his eyes smiles at me and observes my actions and rests his hand on my head and shoulders as I bend down to dry his legs, cock and balls
I lead him into our bedroom, the curtains open to the midnight harbor view, the king size bed welcoming us to our rest and lay him down. I immediately get us under the covers and roll him on his side and spoon in behind him and reach around his muscular body and hold him tightly around his chest he makes a low hum and pushes himself back into me. My chin rests on his shoulder and I kiss him lightly on his ear, he turns his head, and we gently kiss each other's lips.
"Lovely boy'" I murmur
Within a minute he is breathing deeply, and I reflect on an incredible day, how impossible it is to have found each other, Tom has found his daddy and I have found my boy, our journey has only just begun.
Toms POV
It's been about 4 weeks since Peter and I have seen each other in the hotel in North Sydney. I've been flat out at work and Peter hasn't been back to Sydney for business. We have kept in touch on WhatsApp, nothing too much just messages maybe once a week, casual, friendly, interested, it's been nice.
About a week ago I received a text
"Hey mate what are you up to next weekend?"
I didn't have much at all some shopping, beers with the boys, some swimming, cleaning the apartment, just a casual weekend
"Nothing much what are you thinking?"
"Why don't you come up to the Hunter Valley and we can play some golf and relax at an AirBNB that I know there. I have missed seeing you and I think it's time to reconnect (with a wink emoji)"
Mmmmmm, I had been horny the last couple of weeks and couldn't stop thinking about what we had got up to and I always got hard and ended up wanking off in speedos in front of the mirror reliving that night. Fuck it was so hot and, I must admit a bit disturbing. I had some doubts start to creep in, wondering if it was at all normal to be doing this and what it meant for my mental health. But as far as that was concerned, I had felt very happy, Mum had commented on it, and I just felt an overall level of contentment. But surely, I must be some demented, twisted pervert to be smitten with a 57-year-old guy, old enough to be my father, I called him daddy for God's sake......Sigh
"That sounds great, flick me the directions, I can hardly wait (lustful emoji)" It's true I can't wait.
It's Friday night, I've been on the freeway for about an hour and half, and I have 15 minutes to go I ring Peter
"Hey"
"Hey Tom, where are you mate?"
"About 15 away"
"Sweet, just pull up in the carport next to mine, I'll flick a light on so you can find it, you hungry?"
"Starving", I didn't get a chance to grab anything, as I wanted to get up there as soon as possible and it was approaching 8pm and I was famished, "Will we get into a restaurant?"
"Don't worry it's all sorted we'll eat here, everything is under control, see you soon"
"Great see you soon"
I wonder what he has planned, not just for dinner either hee-hee
I glide into the carport coming to rest next to Peters nice car, not flashy, discrete, just like Peter.
I push the door open with my bag in one hand and a bottle of wine that I had brought in the other.
The villa was beautiful, it had a large open plan kitchen, lounge room and dining area, opening out onto an outdoor entertainment area that had a pool, spa and sauna looking out onto one of the fairways on the golf course, the sun was just setting on this hot November day so its twilight and the horizon was a deep red vista spreading out behind the small mountain range framing this valley, it was stunning and it was all ours. The entertainment area was well shielded from the neighboring villas with high walls and solid plantings, it was green and cool the view to the fairways lovely
Then I saw Peter, he had a blue linen shirt unbuttoned so you could see his chest hair, sleeves rolled up just below the elbows, khaki shorts, finishing just above the knees, showing off hairy tanned legs, no shoes, a closely cropped beard, maybe 3 days growth, which he didn't have in Sydney. It was predominantly grey with black flecks contrasting his mainly black hair with grey flecks. He is beaming at me and looks as hot as fuck; Christ I had missed him. I drop my bag and we embrace; he gives me a big squeeze and I hug him back, we just hold each other, neither of us pulling away, wanting to meld ourselves together.
"I missed you little man it is so good to see you", Peter whispers into my ear
My heart melts, I can't believe how good that makes me feel, realizing how desperate I was for him to say it.
"You too daddy" I said and squeezed him even tighter
I hadn't realized how much I had missed him or rather how good it felt to reunite. It's not like I had been pining for him, just that once we were back together it was incredible how good it felt to be together again, just so right
"Right let's take this bag to the bedroom"
We moved to the back of the main area and there was a staircase leading up to the first story that had 2 bedrooms at the back and a large main bedroom with panoramic views of the golf course and the mountain range, there was a large luxurious bathroom with a large spa bath and huge double walk in shower, boy was this nice
"So why don't you have a shower if you want, change into something comfortable and I'll get us some drinks and make sure the food is not a disaster", he smiled and left the room.
I threw my bag on the bed and walked into the bathroom, shedding my clothes as I went, I had been at work all day and with the travel up, I was hot and stinky, I turned on the shower and relaxed as the water fell from the rainwater head and I began to relax. I also scrupulously cleaned my cock and balls and crack, I started to chub up a bit as I did so.
Enough of that, I turned the shower off and dried myself and picked out some clothes.
I put my old surf club speedos on, they are red and well-worn, but I really like them and was sure Peter would too. I put some gym shorts on and then a workout muscle shirt, cut low at the sides giving a great view of pecs and abs and of course biceps. I wandered back downstairs, and Peter cracked open a beer for me. I saw Peter check me out as I walked across the room and as I reached out for the beer, I made sure he could see my chest and abs really well, he had a good scan, a lust filled smirk came across his face, my cock twitched a bit enjoying the attention
"What's for dinner"
"I've got a lamb shoulder in the BBQ that has been going for a couple of hours and have some potatoes in duck fat and a Greek salad, but first have some of this antipasto, graze away you must be starving", he was right I was and I started to tuck in, the first beer went down like a rocket and Peter cracked another open.
We talked about this and that, just like a father and son catching up after having not seen each other for a while. Peter is fussing about preparing the meal, checking the meat, bringing it out to rest and then after another 20 minutes he starts to serve dinner, carving the meat expertly, it has a wonderful aroma, and the red tinged juices are perfect. We finally sit down, and he cracks open a full-bodied hunter valley shiraz and we proceed to demolish the mountain of food, neither saying much both intent on satiating our pressing hunger but only allowing our second hunger to become more conscious and closer to surface.
"So how have you been since we last saw each other" asks Peter
"How do you mean?"
"Sexually, where is your mind at?"
"Mmmm, good question, a bit fucked up to be honest"
"In what way?"
"Well, I have always been very centered in who I am and never questioned my sexuality, always thought I was a man's man and then my interest in older guys started to grow over the last year, really out of nowhere and then meeting you last month and boom."
"So, what's that done with your interest in woman, is it still there?"
"Well yes, I see an attractive woman and I look for sure, I don't look at attractive guys my age, don't care"
"What about porn, what are you wanking to, I assume you do?"
"Oh yeah, often at night before I go to sleep, I haven't been using much porn, well except the photos you sent me of yourself", I smiled and reckon I blushed a bit, "or sometimes just remember our night together"
"And you are wearing speedos"
"Yep, almost always, thinking of you, that is pretty weird eh?"
"Oh absolutely, you're a complete pervert" Peter said with a straight face.
We both laughed.
"And how does that make you feel, I know we laughed, but I bet some part of you feels like that, like when you call me daddy you wouldn't being telling your mates that!" he says with a raised eyebrow,
"Fuck no, no I really wouldn't, that worries me if someone found out for sure"
"So, you're ashamed of your behavior, your feelings, of your lust for me"
"What the fuck, no, well maybe, like don't lump them altogether."
"Calm down, its ok, I'm interested to know where you are at with processing everything, it's a lot to take in. I talked about a safe place remember?"
"Yes, I do remember, because that is exactly how I feel right now, I feel safe. As soon as I walked in and saw you and hugged you it was like...., I don't know, like I had come home, not like when I see my Mum but different, but also a bit similar"
"Like you can relax, have someone look after you, so you don't have to be in control anymore"
"Yes, I can let go like I never have been able to before, yes that's it! You're in control, you have everything organized, covered, sorted and I just completely give into that"
"And how does that make you feel?" His eyes penetrated deeply into me
I paused, "Well ...peaceful, calming.... happy and horny, you dirty old fucker" I flashed an evil grin
"Tom stop speaking like a barbarian" Peter said just like an exasperated father, we laughed together
"But why do I and obviously you too, find this relationship dynamic so erotic do you think?" I asked.
Peter paused for a while, considering his reply.
"I don't know for sure, but that's how I feel, caring for you, making your decisions spoiling you, dominating you in a caring way, just in private, just you and me. It is arousing I think because it is a joining together or symbiosis, a mutual satisfaction of deep psychological needs that resonate, yes, we must be resonating on an energetic level somehow." He finished with a smile.
"Yes, that's it, it's like I have known you all my life and I lost you and now we have found each other again"
"Or knew each other in a past life maybe?" he says with a raised eyebrow
"Ha, maybe, I've never believed that stuff, but do you?
"I think many things are possible and there's much we don't know. I've spent a fair bit of time meditating and been on silent retreats, once your mind slows down and you learn how to sit in silence it's interesting what can happen" he answered cryptically.
We sat and looked at each other without words but in a comfortable silence reflecting on the serendipity that had befallen us.
"Come over here" Peter said and opened his arms to me
I walked towards him and sat on his lap and put my arms around his shoulders and snuggled down into his arms and rested my head on his shoulder. I felt completely at peace, he slowly caressed the back of my neck and head, slowly massaging my scalp and then down my back and then slipping his hand inside my shirt gently caressing the muscles of my back and the side of my abs. He was in no hurry, both of us breathing in rhythm together.
He raised my head, looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me softly and whispered, "Come to bed Tommy."
I hopped up and he took my hand, we walked up the stairs into the bedroom, he directed me to go first and walked behind me getting an eyeful of my ass as we ascended the staircase.
As we walked into the bedroom, Peter directed me to the foot of the bed, he was standing close behind me I could feel his breath on my neck. He slowly pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my shorts to the ground; I stepped out of them. He then started to gently trace out the muscles on my back and reached around and gently surveyed my chest and abs with his finger slowly tracing down to my hips and then gently across my speedos lightly feathering across my cock and returning his hands to my speedo clad ass. He complimented me on my red speedos and gently traced his finger around each glute and then slowly pressed his finger into my crack searching for my taint, I slowly pushed back into him appreciating his searching. Suddenly I felt Peters hand in between my shoulder blades, and he pushed me roughly onto the bed and I rolled over and looked up at him with a lustful grin.
"Aren't you hot with all those clothes on" I said
He said nothing but smiled back and slowly began to unbutton his shirt
I watched transfixed as he removed his shirt and then unzipped his shorts to reveal a black pair of speedos his cock semi hard with a small wet spot growing slowly in the lycra.
My cock was now rock-hard, straining against my speedo. He stood there watching me, drinking me in, he slowly started to rub his cock through his speedos just watching, I moved my hand down to my cock and proceeded to copy him and with the other began to tweak my nipple. I thought he may have told me to stop, but he didn't, he just stared quietly with a contended gaze slowly stroking, never taking his eyes from my cock.
We must have continued this mutual masturbation show for about 5 minutes, both of us getting very horny and precum enlarging already large stains on our speedos. Peter then slowly climbed into bed, pushing my legs gently apart and kneeled before me slowly lowering himself over my cock, he leaned forward and gently grasped the drawstring on my speedo with his teeth and pulls his head back pulling the knot apart.
He looks up at me and smiles while his stubbly chin "accidently" brushes my cock through my speedos. I shudder and groan softly. He then slowly starts to lick and kiss my naval, relentlessly working his way up my abs, continuously to between my pecs, he then detoured to my left nipple where he started to lick kiss and bite in the most erotically agonizingly slow way, causing my body to arch and writhe forcing my hips to find his abs craving for him to move higher so I could grind into his cock. But he was relentless and roughly pushed me back onto the bed when I arched too high. He was insatiable in his desire to give me pleasure for what seemed like an eternity and then quickly changed to the right nipple and proceeded to assault that one as well in a relentless lingual onslaught causing me to groan and convulse beneath his dominant presence.
He raised himself above me looking at the simpering male slut beneath his gaze hungering for more. He grabbed each of my wrists and thrust them above my head holding them roughly with one hand as then fell onto my right armpit inhaling my musk and then proceeding to tongue the shit out of my pit. My body tried to leap off the bed but he was now lying on top me our hips were now joined and my cock had found his and we started to grind away at each other in a frot frenzy, both cocks enclosed in their lycra prisons, my head thrashing back and forth across the bed as Peter didn't let up.
He drew breath and looked at me and then leant down tenderly to kiss me gently, barely touching my lips my head rising up to try and plunge my tongue into his mouth but he wouldn't let me and then he plowed onto my other pit and the ecstasy continued, again, after what seemed an age he came up for air and we began to kiss and tongue wrestle, alternating between gentle and tender to abandoned and reckless ,all the while we were awash with our combined sweat.
Peter slowed our pace and he raised himself up and off the bed, he stood at the end of the bed and slowly undid his draw string of his speedos and dropped them to the ground his cock sprang out looking straight at me and I salivated at the sight he then bent towards me and in one quick move grabbed either side of the speedo and flicked them off. He then slowly moved toward his bag and removed a tube of lubricant and dropped it on the bed.
He grabbed a pillow
"Lift up your hips"
He lay the pillow beneath the small of my back and he spread my legs apart and bent my knees.
He smiled at me and slowly lowered himself to my expectant cock parting my knees he engulfed the head, shaft and buried his nose in my trimmed pubes in one motion and he then proceeded to suck and assault my cock with his tongue and again his hand thrust me back down into the bed as my mind exploded with such an amazing feeling. He then worked away so ferociously that I could feel myself coming. He backed off with a pop.
"NO, not yet."
I was sucking in gallons of air and dutifully nodded, he rocked back and watched me recover, gently caressing my legs and he then moved slowly back down but avoided my sensitive cock and proceeded to lick and suck my balls into his mouth and back out and then both at once, this was an amazing experience, one that I had never had, I was gripping the bed and tearing at the sheets in spasms of delight as he worked around my balls and then he grabbed either side of my thighs and rocked me back at the same time folding me in the middle, my knees now near my face my pucker exposed and vulnerable, I could feel it winking at its master, he gave a satisfied grunt as he leered shamelessly at it. I was so exposed, so vulnerable but completely up for whatever he wanted to do.
He bent forward and beginning at my balls proceeded to work his way slowly over my perineum causing amazing bolts of delight toward my eager pucker and then his tongue made contact for the first time. I groaned a low desperate noise and then he proceeded to lick and then poke and finally penetrated me with his tongue I could not keep still and thrust and groaned and whimpered like a little bitch.
"mmmmmm you like this boy, you like daddy's tongue eh?"
"Please daddy more, please fuck me, please!!"
"All in good time little man"
On and on he laps like a man dying of thirst, he then comes up for air and I take a breath and somehow compose myself. I then watch fascinated as he opens the lube and places some on his finger and then places it around my eager hole, slowly and liberally applying more pushing me back and then I feel his finger gently and yet relentlessly penetrate me for the first time. I groan in thanks as he moves slowly out and then further in slowly out and then in some more, rhythmically as he finger fucks me, I am in heaven, this man completely dominates me, I am not ashamed, I am just filled with lust, thanks and connection.
Peter stops, applies more lube and then one finger becomes two and a louder noise escapes my lips, it may only be two fingers, but it feels like a baseball bat to me!! Oh my god he then pushed in to the full depth of the fingers I look at him between breaths and he is intent, concentrated, searching and then he finds what he is looking for and he stares intently at me. It is then I feel something so intense and never before felt as my Daddy starts to stroke my prostate. Slowly at first, the pleasure is unbearable, I can barely stay on the bed he holds one hand on my chest and with the other he relentlessly fires away like a piston, I can see his bicep flexing and he is staring deep into my eyes, deep into my soul, something begins to build and he hasn't touched my cock and I can't reach it but I can feel this volcano inside building and my anus squeezes around his fingers I roar and throw my head back against the bed and the most amazing deeply felt ejaculation I have ever experienced proceeds to invade my body with every cell exploding and I am shattered into a million pieces of orgasmic delight as rope after rope of cum is delivered onto my chest, face and bed board.
He removes his fingers, and I sigh at the loss of them from my body. He climbs onto my prone body, straddles my chest and proceeds to fist his cock with no remorse, and I stare up at this beautiful man and watch in a hazy satisfaction as he brings himself to completion, emptying his pent-up desire on my chest chin and face. I open my mouth and extend my tongue to drink his love nectar and he delivers it into me thrust after thrust.
He hunches forward, spent, presses his forehead onto mine and slowly starts to lick the cum from my face, delicately sharing it with me, tenderly and when he's done, slowly leaves the bed and comes back with a warmed damp washer and cleans me lovingly and then we lie next to each.
I touch his face, "thank you daddy you are so kind"
"The pleasure is all mine lovely boy, so much more to show you but we have lots of time for you to discover yourself."