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Subject: Meeting My Dad Check out some of my other stories The Barber (Encounters), Chuck in DC (Interracial), Camping with Terry (Adult Youth), Gramp Robert and Jamie (incest), and Anthony and Me (Adult Friends). Let me know what you think of any of my writings. Most of my writings are fantasy, based on real life experiences - in other words, I embellish. Meeting My Dad Mom and Dad divorced when I was still a baby. Dad didn't stay in touch or want visiting or anything like that. I never met him. Mom always had a boyfriend or fling on hand to keep her needs satisfied, but there wasn't a father figure for me to emulate or ask questions. I was rudderless going into my teen years. One day my mom came to me and said *quot;Your dad would like to meet you.*quot; She almost never talked about him so I was surprised they ever communicated at all. *quot;My dad, wants to meet me?*quot; I was a little taken aback *quot;are you asking him to take me away, I love you mom, don't make me go*quot; *quot;Don't be silly*quot; she said *quot;he just wants to know if you'd like to meet him too. Well, do you?*quot; I thought long and hard about it, I'd always wondered what he looked like, what he was like and if he would like the person I'd become. I nodded yes. *quot;Good,*quot; she said *quot;How about you go over on Saturday that way you can spend some time with him and it won't be a school night.*quot; She gave me the address and was done with the whole situation, it didn't seem to matter to her if I met him or not. I went upstairs to my room and instantly googled the address. What did it look like, what was around there. Were there kids bikes in the yard? Did he have other kids? Would he like me? The house on google maps didn't show me much of anything, it was a nice looking house; brick, two stories, and a chain link fence around it. He wasn't on Facebook, I had looked before for him and never found him so I really was curious as to what he would look like. Did he have brown hair like me, was his chest hairy, would mine get hairy... I had so many questions. I always felt too skinny, too short and in the gym I felt I never measured up to some of the other boys. Some of the other boys even had hair down there but I didn't... yet, I hoped it would come soon. Saturday couldn't come soon enough. I wasn't sure what to wear, sounds silly but I wanted to make a good impression on him. I opted for some of cargo shorts and a loose fitting tee, I had some comfortable sandals so I slipped those on. I arrived at the house promptly at 1:00 that was the time mom told me I was to meet him. I knocked on the door and waited. A very pretty lady opened door and said *quot;You must be little Jimmy*quot; I hated people calling me Jimmy, my name was James, but I didn't want to be rude so I just nodded. *quot;Well come on in, Phillip... your dad has been waiting very anxiously for you to come.*quot; She escorted me into the living room and there he was sitting on the couch. He stood up and reached out his hand to shake mine. He was about 5'9*quot; tall with a football players build. Had a nicely cropped beard and was smiling. He was handsome, that's the word that came to mind. I felt a little light headed, here he was my father, a man I'd never met before and I was shaking his hand. I felt so small compared to him. He was wearing shorts too, so I felt good about my choice. *quot;Jimmy,*quot; he said exuberantly *quot;aren't you a fine looking young man. Nice to finally meet you. Have a seat, have a seat*quot; he motioned for a chair that was across from him. I sat and felt really uncomfortable, where do I put my hands? Am I sitting up straight? Do I look him in the eye or look around. *quot;Can I get you a drink?*quot; The lady asked me *quot;I have coke if that's alright with you*quot; I nodded, my tongue was suddenly stuck to the roof of my mouth and I wasn't sure I'd say the wrong thing at any moment or not. She left the room to retrieve my drink. *quot;So, Jimmy,*quot; he started *quot;Is it ok if I call you Jimmy?*quot; He asked. *quot;Actually I go by James most of the time, only Mom calls me Jimmy*quot; I let him know *quot;James sounds all grown up, istanbul travesti you're just a pup still*quot; he said *quot;but I'll call you James if that makes you feel better.*quot; He grinned mischievously. The lady came back with a coke for me and a Blitz beer for him. *quot;I'm going out for the afternoon, to leave you two alone to get to know one another*quot; she said. She grabbed her purse from atop the coffee table, bent down and kissed Philip quickly... he grabbed her ass and squeezed when she did so. *quot;Philip!*quot; She cried, but she had a smile on her face. He winked at me as she headed out and we heard the door shut. *quot;So, James,*quot; he said with emphasis *quot;tell me about you. What grade are you in now? Are you in sports, I played football in my high school days, was the quarterback for the varsity team my Junior and Senior year. You look a little small to be on the football team.*quot; *quot;I'm not in sports,*quot; I told him, *quot;I'm in the drama club, newsletter team and in choir.*quot; He gave me a blank look. I asked him what he did for a living and if he had any kids. *quot;I work at LTC, factory down the street from here making plastic moldings for cars. No other kids besides you, always kind of regretted not staying in touch. Maybe if I had you'd be sitting on the football team yourself*quot; I didn't have any interest in sports, not even watching the games. I felt the conversation wasn't going my way. *quot;How about a girlfriend, you're a fine looking boy, if a little scrawny. I'm sure you have a girl or two on your arm*quot; he asked *quot;No, girls don't seem to be interested in me, no girlfriend*quot; I let him know *quot;But you have lost your cherry right, fucked a girl once or twice?*quot; I hadn't and I blushed. Felt a little ashamed that I wasn't the boy he'd hoped I'd be. *quot;No?*quot; He guessed from my expression, *quot;Maybe that's what we should do, get you a hooker for the afternoon and get that problem taken care of.*quot; He guffawed at himself and I saw him reach down and grab his crotch. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. *quot;Not interested in a girl for today? Has anybody talked to you about fucking? Told you how to dip your cock in a broad?*quot; I shook my head no. *quot;I've seen some pornos so I got it figured out*quot; I told him. He smiled a big smile at that. *quot;I was thinking about watching a porno today myself. Come on over here on the couch with me and I'll get it set up*quot; I was stunned, not sure how I felt about watching a porno with basically a stranger to me but didn't want him to think less of me so I sat on the couch a little distance from him. He set up the TV popped in a DVD that was just lying there. He then sat back where he was before. The movie started as all porn movies do. Something was broken and she called a handyman to come fix it. Soon she was on her knees servicing him and he was half naked. I had a hard on almost right away and my dad did too, he was openly rubbing his cock through his shorts and he'd steal glances at me and my crotch to make sure I was enjoying the show. *quot;She's really doing a great job on that guys cock, don't you think James?*quot; He unbuttoned his top button of his shorts and reached down to fondle himself, this was hot. It looked like his was pretty big and I knew mine was so small in comparison. *quot;Let's get more comfortable, wanna jack off with your old man James? I want to see you squirt a big load myself*quot; He stood up and stepped out of his shorts, he wasn't wearing any underwear and I saw his cock in all its glory spring into life. It was huge to me, had to be 7 or 8 inches long uncut and was really thick. Bushy balls were evident and low hangers at that. My cock got harder. I was still sitting there and staring at it. He reached out to me, pulled me up and yanked down my shorts. I was cut and a measly 4 or 5 inches long. *quot;There you go,*quot; he said, *quot;now we can really enjoy the show.*quot; He sat back on the couch and grabbed ahold of his cock and started stroking in rhythm of the woman giving the guy head. I sat down to and my cock slapped against my belly. He laughed, *quot;nice little prick kadıköy travesti you've got there don't worry, mine was small when I was your age too, just need to exercise it*quot; The movie wasn't holding my interest, I was fascinated with watching him stroke his cock. I didn't realize I was staring so openly, until he said *quot;You like looking at my cock? Maybe it wasn't a girl I needed to rent at all. Maybe you'd like to get a taste of this?*quot; *quot;What?*quot; I uttered *quot;No, it's just so big and hard*quot; He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me down into his crotch. *quot;Get a closer look at it boy, take a good look*quot; He was forcing my head to his crotch and I was inches from it. There was a dollop of cum on the tip of his cock and he was holding it steady at the moment, his hand around the base with his fingers cupping his balls. *quot;My son likes cock does he?*quot; held my head in place. *quot;Open up your mouth James, take a taste of your dad and see what your momma's been missing out on*quot; It's an old cliche that I opened my mouth to protest and he shoved me down on his cock, but that's how it happened. He pushed me down and his head hit the back of my throat and I gagged. He held me there and kept pushing and I was pushing back, fighting for air. *quot;Breathe through your nose*quot; he suggested *quot;and swallow my cock, swallow*quot; he said. I tried what he said, the swallowing anyway and sure enough I felt his cock go even further into me, but I was desperate for air now and gagging pretty hard. He let me up but kept a firm hand on my head, as I raised up he pushed back down. *quot;Up and down and suck it baby, suck it*quot; I got the hint of what he wanted and started to bob up and down on his cock, applied some suction and he started moaning. My cock was still hard as a rock, I could hear the woman on the DVD being fucked or something but I was only focused on sucking this cock. It felt right being in my mouth and I was enjoying it, even when he was a little forceful with pushing my head down. *quot;Fuck I thought I was gonna have to jerk off, lucky I'd got my very own faggot to take care of me. Doing a good job of sucking my cock, your mom was never this good. You ever suck a cock before?*quot; I grunted an Unh uh and he pushed my head down and held it in place again. *quot;Doing pretty good for a first timer, you're a natural.*quot; He pulled his shirt off and was now completely naked, I wanted to see the whole package so badly but was otherwise occupied with his cock in my mouth. *quot;Bet you'd like this cock up your ass too*quot; he muttered *quot;yeah, slide my big cock inside your tight little hole, make you mine*quot; I was taken aback, was my dad going to corn hole me? Holy crap, now I was scared. *quot;Your dad loves to fuck a tight hole, fill it up and pound it hard. Yeah, bet your holes real tight. Ever had a guy fuck you boy?*quot; I shook my head. *quot;Yeah, I should be the one to break you in, break you in right.*quot; He was leaking a lot of precum and I was enjoying the taste. Mine didn't leak this much when I jacked off, I wondered briefly if that would change as I got older. He smacked my ass - *quot;Keep sucking boy, pay attention to that cock, get to know it*quot; I had stopped the suction in my wondering but soon started again. *quot;Good faggot, sucking on my rod*quot; he thrust his hips up as he pushed my head down. I gagged again. I thought I was getting the hang of it but then he'd push a little more and I'd gag. *quot;That's enough boy*quot; He let my head go. Slobber was all around my face and on his cock. His balls were pulled pretty tight to his body and I wondered why he stopped, I liked to cum when I was feeling good. Then it occurred to me he was gonna plow into me. Sure enough he reached over to the end table, grabbed a bottle of lotion and started to lube up his cock. I watched in awe of how slick it looked and how hard and throbbing it still was. *quot;Get on your back here on the couch, that's it*quot; he said as I complied with his order. He lifted up my legs over his shoulders and lined up his cock with my hole. Having never experienced this before it never bakırköy travesti occurred to me that my hole should be lubed up and he wasn't concerned with that at all. This was all about him getting what he wanted. He started to push. *quot;Wait, wait I'm not sure*quot; I stated trying to get out of this precarious situation. He was determined though, his eyes were locked onto mine and his mouth set in concentration. He pushed and pushed and then POP his head entered my hole. I yelped! *quot;Ow, ow, that hurts, stop it hurts*quot; I cried. It burned, really burned and I didn't think I could take any more. He pushed forward and slammed home. His balls were up against my ass - he had the whole thing inside me. I thought for sure I was dying, it hurt something awful. *quot;Pull it out, please pull it out, it hurts*quot; *quot;Shut up faggot!*quot; He ordered *quot;have to get used to taking cock and mines a good place to start, it'll start to feel better after a while. You've got a tight ass pussy but now it's been broken in and you're an official pussy boy now.*quot; He was holding steady, not moving it at all. I felt full but still had some residual pain when he started to pull it out. I thought maybe he had decided to listen to me and pull it completely out, but soon he was sliding it back in. *quot;Yeah, faggot, nice tight little ass taking my cock*quot; he said. *quot;You like that cock in your pussy, you like getting fucked? You're cock is still hard, yeah, you like it, good little pussy.*quot; He started to slide in and out, taking it almost all the way out and then sliding down to the balls again. Fucking me good and deep with his cock. He started to slide just the head in and out for a while, with every thrust I'd feel his head go over my ass lips again and again, it was nice. I was beginning to like how it felt,. Sweat was dripping off his body and I started to admire the man he was. Thick, hairy, masculine and fucking me - I never knew what I'd been missing until this point. Just my own dad fucking me like crazy. I started to moan when he'd thrust deep inside me. *quot;Oh, fagoot really likes it doesn't he, likes my big baby maker in his tight hole*quot; he stated. *quot;Gonna get my load here soon boy, real soon, gonna fill you up with the seed that made you.*quot; He started to really go to town on my ass, pounding hard and fast. I was grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were making me move on the couch and soon my head was against the armrest and I couldn't go anymore. He picked up his pace even more, started groaning and growling. *quot;Yeah boy, take my load Grrrrrr Take my load take it*quot; more moans and growls came out of him and I thought we'd alert the neighbors. I felt his cock start to twitch inside my hole and then a warm sensation start to fill me up. *quot;Yeah baby, take that load, take it, take it*quot; he urged. My little cock erupted with its own jizz, didn't have to touch it at all, just started spurting. *quot;Fucking faggot came cause I fucked him, fucking pussy, yeah I knew you'd like it*quot; He slowed down his thrusts and soon just stayed still inside me. I felt his cock start to soften and he pulled it out of me. *quot;You ever eat your own cum boy?*quot; He asked scooping up some of mine from my belly and forcing it into my mouth, I shook my head no but he didn't care, just forced it in there. *quot;Next time you'll get a mouthful of mine but this time your own will do.*quot; Next time? He wanted to do this again? I wasn't sure about that but thought maybe. He motioned for me to get up, led me to the bathroom and started to clean himself up. I took some tissue and held it to my but, there was a mixture of fecal matter cum and blood on it. I was sore down there too. He slapped my ass. *quot;That was a good fuck boy.*quot; He went back to the living room, slipped on his shorts and sat back down, took a long swallow of his beer and looked at me. *quot;The Mrs doesn't put out as often as I like so that was good for me. Maybe we can make this a regular event, you come over and service my cock every weekend. Would you like that faggot boy? Want your daddy to fuck you again?*quot; I wasn't sure at that moment if I did want it again or not, but I had obviously enjoyed myself after I got used to it. So I nodded. Had I known having a dad was going to add this much adventure to my life I might have looked harder years before.