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  • My daddy needs my love

    • My parents should never have gotten married. They were both good people, but together they were a lousy couple. Where he was kind and loving, she was hard and controlling. Throughout my childhood, our house was always filled with her yelling and my dad's silence. I felt so bad for him - he always looked slightly sad, and very lonely. I wanted to protect him, to make it up to him for my mother's meanness - but I just didn't know how.

    When I was very young, they shared the same bed. I remember crawling in with them one Saturday morning, and curling up like a baby kitten between the densely haired calves of my daddy's spread legs while he planned the day with my mother. The slightly sour smell of his unwashed skin made my nose twitch with pleasure, and I nestled myself up tightly against him, letting my cheek lie against the fleshy bulk of his lower leg. Not knowing what drove me, I began to slowly edge myself up inch by inch between his legs as my parents talked, twisting and adjusting myself restlessly to hide the fact that I was slowly creeping up toward that mysterious spot where his legs joined. Somehow, I instinctively knew that what I wanted, whatever it was, was against the rules. Far too soon, my daddy noticed what I was doing and, in a slightly choked voice, said, "Ronnie, I think that's enough of that, kiddo." He slid his hands under me and lifted me up into the air, his strong upper arms knotting with muscle as he held me for almost a minute over his head and laughingly juggled me from hand to hand while I giggled uncontrollably. Then he sat me down gently on the floor beside their bed, patted my little butt, and told me it was time to leave him and my mother alone for a while. As I left the room, I looked back to see him turning to her. The sheet slid off him as he moved, and I saw his thigh and ass for the first time. His hand was moving toward her breast as her face began to harden - and I shut the door behind me.

    That was the last time I remember seeing them in bed together. Not long after, my mother cleaned out a room at the other end of the house and declared that she would be sleeping there from then on. According to her, my dad moved around too much at night, and it kept her awake. After that, my dad seemed to get even sadder - and I realized that he was lonely. For him, living with my mother was just like living alone. He started working a second job, and often wouldn't get home till after midnight.

    The only TV we had was in my dad's bedroom. My mother hated television, and my dad loved it. So, whenever I wanted to watch anything, I had permission to go into his room and watch it with him. As I got older, I became a real TV addict. I'd do my homework in front of it, reading my schoolbooks with one eye and watching some silly sitcom with the other. Many nights, I would just fall asleep in the middle of my daddy's bed. Then, he'd have to wake me up so that I could stumble back to my own room to sleep. If I was really out of it, he would just sigh really deep and pick me up in his arms, drape me over his shoulder and carry me back to my room to dump me on my own bed. It wasn't any trouble for him. I had always been small, and stayed that way even as I grew up. Meanwhile, he was a naturally big man whose day job at the local factory had made even more meaty and muscular.

    Finally, one night when he got home from work around one in the morning, he shook me awake and said, "Son, do you just want to sleep in here with me tonight? I know you're a little old to be sleeping with Daddy, but I'm too tired to carry you to your own room - and you look too tired to walk there."

    I half-opened my eyes and looked up at him. He had taken off his work shirt and pants, and was standing there in just a pair of pale blue boxers. I could see them bulging on the left side, so full of his cock that the fly on his boxers was gaping open as the cloth was pulled sideways. Dimly, I could feel my own young dick begin to stiffen. Inside that hole was the cock that had made me, the cock that I had always wanted to touch but had never been allowed to. Pretending to be even sleepier than I was, I said, "Ummm ... OK, daddy .... I guess I can just sleep here tonight."

    "OK, then. But you'd better get undressed before you slide in. Your mother would kill me if you slept in your clothes and got them all wrinkled."

    My heart was pounding harder than it ever had before. Still pretending to be almost asleep, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide from my skinny shoulders. My daddy watched me with a smile on his face as I carefully folded it and laid it on a chair. Then, I turned my back to him and unbuckled my belt, undid the button on the top of my pants, and slid my zipper down. I took my pants off, first one leg and then the other, feeling my daddy's eyes still staring at me as I bent over to pick them up and set them on the chair. Impulsively, I stripped off my underpants as well and carefully folded them on top of everything else. When I turned around, I saw a look on his face that I'd never seen before. He looked happy and sad and hungry all at the same time. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly open, and when he spoke he almost sounded like he was panting slightly.

    "Good boy. Very good boy. Now hop on in."

    He bent forward to fold back the covers on the bed, and patted the sheet for me to lie down on. I crawled in and smiled up at him as he stood over me. I could see his heart beating rapidly in his chest, and his boxers looked even fuller than they had before. With a smile, he turned out the light and I felt his side of the bed sink beneath his weight as he crawled in beside me.

    Daddy lay on his back with his eyes closed, but I was wide awake. I stared at the dense forest of hair on his broad chest, the fat dark buds of his nipples and the round beer belly that rose and fell as he breathed. It was too hot a night for blankets, so I was able to stare at all of him - all except for the part still hidden inside those blue boxers. This was my daddy, the person I loved the most in the whole world. Suddenly, I could feel my heart hurting for him. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted him to have all the love he deserved but didn't get from my mother. Here he was, a good man working two jobs to provide for his wife and son, and yet he was alone. I let my head fall on his outstretched arm and his hand came up to cup my shoulder.

    After a few minutes his breathing told me that he had fallen asleep, so I opened my eyes and turned to face him. Then I dared to put my hand softly on his chest. The kinky hairs there were crisp and springy, they tickled my small hand. His breathing got faster but was still deep and quiet. So I ran my hand over to his right nipple and began to gently stroke it. In his sleep, he made a sort of cooing sound and a smile appeared on his face. Without thinking about it, I dropped my head to his chest and began to suck on that nipple, nursing at his breast. He was the person who fed me, clothed me, made sure that I was safe. With all my heart, I wanted to belong to him.

    His coos turned to moans. Looking down, I saw his blue cotton boxers rising. As his cock hardened, searching for room to grow, the head of his dick slid out of the gap in the cloth. It was the first time I had ever seen my daddy's babymaker, and it was so beautiful. His cock was almost 8" long. Incredibly fat at the base, thinner in the middle, it was crowned by an enormous knob of dickhead. It curved outward, a proud weapon coming out of its sheath. He was uncut, and in the dim light I could see his foreskin beginning to pull back as the big purple head emerged. The slit at the end of his cock was open, and drops of precum were bubbling out of it already. It had been so long since anyone had loved his body, and he needed it so badly.

    Still sucking on his tit, I reached down to touch his dick. I dipped one fingertip in the clear honey dangling from his cockhead and then smeared it on the nipple I was nursing on. I was doing everything by instinct. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, I only knew what I wanted to do, what felt right.

    Then my dad was awake.

    "Wh - what the fuck? Ronnie, what are you doing?"

    I was scared. Really scared. What if he got mad? What if he threw me out of bed? What if I had hurt him even worse than my mother had? Acting on instinct alone, I began to nurse even harder while reaching up to stroke his face with my hand. The hand was still slick with his honey.

    "Son, no, you can't. You - oh, fuck - you can't want this. It's not right. We can't do this. Please, son stop. Stop now."

    But I wouldn't. I kept sucking. I put my fingers against his lips and gently pushed them in. Without thinking, my daddy began to suck and lap my fingers, tasting his own sweetness on them

    "Please, Daddy, it's OK. I love you. I want you. I want to touch you. I want you to touch me. I want to belong to you completely. Please Daddy, let me show you that I love you.

    With my fingers still in his mouth, my daddy began to moan. His words muffled by my hand, he answered me.

    "Oh yes, my baby boy, oh yes Daddy does love you. He loves you so much. But he doesn't want to hurt you. Yes, Daddy wants to touch you too. Daddy wants to feel you against him, to hold you tight, to wash every square inch of you with his tongue. He's always wanted to. But he's so afraid of hurting his boy, of going too far with his little man that he loves so much."

    "It's OK, Daddy. You won't hurt me. Nothing you could do to me would ever hurt me, so long as it's you touching me and loving me. I'm here for you. I'll always be here to make you happy."

    Saying this, I lifted myself up and laid myself on top of my daddy, my small body resting lightly on top of his. As his stomach rose and fell so did my body, as I pressed my mouth against his and felt his tongue enter my mouth. At first slow, then deep and hard. His breath entered me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to hug him even tighter against me.

    And then, my daddy took control. All the strength that I had always known was in him welled up and his softness evaporated. His lips began to bruise mine, then I could feel his huge hands on my shoulders. He was pressing me downwards. My body began to slide down my daddy's, my mouth wide open and pouring out drool.

    "That's it, baby boy. That's it. Oh yeah, you're so full of water. You're making me so wet. Your mouth is so big, so fucking big. You're making a hole for Daddy, aren't you? You're making a hole in your head for Daddy to fuck. And Daddy's gonna fuck it. Oh yeah baby, Daddy's gonna fuck it so full and so hard. You want to touch Daddy? You want to make Daddy happy? Well, you're sure as shit gonna do that. You're gonna take Daddy to the moon and back. You're gonna make Daddy fuckin' FLY."

    I was already flying. The dirtier his words got, the more excited I became. As my lips scraped down his chest, over his belly, and toward his crotch I was shaking with excitement. At last. At long last I was going to taste my daddy. My own cock was so hard that it felt like it was going to burst.

    Then I felt it. The head of his prick bashed against my chin as my head slid downwards, and with just a quick twist of my neck I was able to get my lips on his plum-colored knob. My teeth lightly grazed his cockhead, causing my daddy to gasp, as I eagerly tried to wrap my mouth around his rammer. My tongue slurped up the increasingly milky liquid pouring from his dickhead as my cheeks began to bulge out.

    His fat knob hit one cheek, then the other, before taking aim at my slender throat. I didn't even choke - he tasted too good, I wanted him too much. Quickly learning to breathe through my nose, I tried to swallow more and more of my daddy's throbbing tool. Inch by inch he eased it down my throat, going slowly but never retreating. His cock had found it's home, and it was determined to cum in.

    "Oh yeah, that's Daddy's boy. That's Daddy's pussyboy. That's Daddy's cocksucker."

    I went crazy when he called me these names. They were so right, so true. So much what I wanted to be. I crammed the last of his cockshaft down my throat, and felt my bloated lips flatten against his wiry pubic hairs.

    "YES. Oh, fuck yes. That's it. That's what Daddy's wanted, what Daddy's needed. To be inside his boy. To feel his boy's throat wrapped around every inch his daddy has to offer. To know his baby boy is a hole. A hole hungry for his Daddy to FILL!! Now, my cocksucker son, you and your daddy are going to FUCK!!!"

    With his hands on my head holding me all the way down on his pulsing dick, my daddy flipped me over onto my back so that he was on top of me. I could feel his weight pressing me down, almost smothering me, all the gentleness gone as the animal in him took over completely. Then, groaning and gasping, he began to fuck my head. My head bounced up and down against the mattress as his dick pounded into me. Using only his elbows to support himself, my daddy put almost his full weight on me as he mercilessly stuffed my mouth and throat full of his enormous cock over and over and over. My head was nothing but an empty tube, a gaping hole for his metal-hard fuckshaft.

    "UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuck. OH FUCK!!!! OOOOAAAAHHHHH!!!! I'm FUCKIN' my baby!! I'm FUCKING my baby's face!!! Fillin' up my cocksucker son with all that daddymeat he's been so hungry for. Takin' away his virginity. Takin' away his innocence. Makin' him just a tight wet hole for his Daddy to fuck. Makin' him belong to Daddy. Makin' him belong to Daddy. OH YEAH, HE'S DADDY'S BOY NOW!!!!!

    And then my daddy was cumming. The first few blasts shot into my throat and stomach. But then my daddy was pulling out and stroking himself and pouring what seemed to be gallons of boiling hot white mancream all over my face - my chin, my lips, my nose, my eyes. There was so much that it ran down my cheeks and neck coating my whole head with a layer of thick daddyspunk. At the same time, my own dick began to fire like an automatic pistol, sending jets of my boyjuice up all over my daddy's ass and back as he crouched above me. It was perfect.

    After catching my breath, still lying on my back, I began to use my tongue to wash my face. I worked to lap up all the sweet and tasty daddycream that my little tongue could reach. Seeing this, my daddy lowered his face to mine and used his huge cow-like tongue to help me. As he washed his own juice off my eyes and nose, he whispered, "Daddy loves you. And Daddy knows you love him. And Daddy knows that you want him - always."

    And I did. And I still do.

    ***

    My name is Ronnie. And as long as I live, I'll never forget the first night that my Daddy let himself make love to me. As far back as I could remember I had always been in love with him and had wanted to belong to him completely, in every possible way. He and my mother had been sleeping apart for years, and he was so lonely, so hungry for the touch of another person's body, that when we finally came together both of us went a little crazy.

    After watching TV in his room, I fell asleep on his bed as usual. What made this night different was that for the first time he didn't make me get up and go back to my own room. Instead, he was so tired himself that instead of rousting me he just let me climb under the covers with him. It was too good an opportunity for me to pass up. I stripped off my shirt my pants, even my bleached white underpants, and quickly slid in beside him. After he fell asleep, I couldn't help myself. I had to touch his big beefy body, I so much needed to feel his hair and his skin brushing my fingertips. Gently at first, I started to stoke his chest. Then I dropped my head down on one of his big rubbery tits and began to nurse on it, sucking my daddy's juicy nipple harder and harder. That woke him up. He tried to stop me, telling me that he "didn't want to hurt his little man who he loved so much." But I made him see how hungry I was for him, how much I needed to touch and taste his fleshy body. Finally, as he moaned and cooed, he let me drop my drooling mouth down onto his big, eight-inch dick. He grabbed my head, and shoved his thick meat down my grasping throat. Eagerly, I sucked the heavy clotted cream up out of his bulging balls and through his pisstube, down my gulping throat and into my little tummy. As he pulled out, he shot even more volleys of his pent up manhoney all over my chin and mouth and nose and eyes. He was smiling at me, watching his milky sperm run down my cheeks, down my neck, behind my ears. As he crouched over me, my own young dick began to shoot uncontrollably, splatting onto his daddyass, running down the crack between his cheeks, dripping into his butt hole. As I started to scream with uncontrollable pleasure, he mashed his lips onto mine, pushed his cow-fat tongue into my head, and began to wash the thick clots of his cream out of my mouth.

    "Oh yes, my little cocksucker son. Oh, yes. You make Daddy so happy, so fuckin' happy. You have such a fantastic mouth, such a tight and wet facehole just made for Daddy to fuck. Oh my darling baby boy, use your little tongue to get all that sweet cum. Lick it off your face. Lap all around your lips, reach as far as you can, scoop up Daddy's babymilk."

    I tried to catch as much as I could, but there was too much and my tongue was just too small. Lovingly, my daddy helped me. He put his broad, rough tongue all over my face, greedily lapping his own sperm from my nose and eyes. Then, smiling from ear to ear, he scooted forward until his heavy butt globes were hanging above my face.

    OOBaby's face is clean now, but what about poor Daddy's ass? It's so slimed up, all coated with his Ronnie's hot juicy cum. Daddy thinks we need to do something about that. Daddy thinks his greedy little cocksucker needs to clean up the mess he made. Don't you think so, my hungry little pussyboy? Don't you think it's time to clean Daddy's ass off for him? Come on, sweet boy. Use your tongue. Get Daddy's ass all slick and wet. Make my cheeks shine with your spit. Wash out my hole, the hole you clogged up when you shot out all that babycream of yours. Oh yeah, my little honey man. Eat my ass. Eat my fuckin' ass NOW!"

    My hands were already grabbing at the round orbs of daddy flesh hanging over me, clutching at the cheeks of his furry ass and trying to pull them down onto my panting face. I could already smell his funky hole, and the idea of wrapping my lips around it and shoving my tongue up inside my own daddy's shitter had me excited beyond anything I ever thought possible.

    As soon as he lowered himself enough, I began to lap as hard and as fast as I could. First the left cheek, then the right, shining up the flesh of his butt with the spit drooling out of my mouth. Then, almost fainting from pleasure, I used my hands to pull apart the two halves of his succulent ass. It opened to me like a ripe peach, fuzzy and pink with that contracted brown pit at the center. I lapped around the crack first, and my daddy begin to moan and gasp above me. Then, stretching my tongue out to it's farthest limit, I plunged it into the hot pink center of my daddy as fast and as hard as I could. His hole opened up for me as if it was welcoming me home. I tried to use the strongest muscles in my tongue to pull his hole open still more, to make it yield up to me it's deep rose-colored center, the center hidden inside the brown folds pushing against my straining lips.

    "Ah, that's so nice. So fuckin' nice. What a pussyboy I have. What a hungry little hole slave. Keep going deeper, pussyboy. Make Daddy's hole happy, make it know how much you love to eat ass."

    For a long time, we just stayed like that. My daddy rocked back and forth above me, crouching on his haunches over his baby boy's head as I lapped and kissed and plunged and cleaned him deeper and deeper.

    By then, both of our dicks were stone-hard again. Before I had eaten nearly enough of his ass, my big daddy reached down between his legs and pulled me out from under him. Raising my face up to his, he jammed his tongue inside my mouth.

    "Yeah, my little man's mouth tastes so good. Tastes like ass x my ass. Let your daddy taste himself on your tongue and in your spit. Oh, baby boy, baby boy, how fuckin good you taste."

    Still smiling my daddy pushed me back against the headboard of the bed. I looked at him with my eyes blinking rapidly, tears of happiness running down my cheeks. I knew now that my daddy loved me, really loved me.

    "Look at Ronnie's beautiful young cock. So smooth, so hard. So full of cum. Baby, has anybody ever sucked your dick for you? Has any other man ever let you feed him your prick and sucked out your boycream for you?"

    "No, Daddy. Nobody. I never wanted anybody else. I only want you to touch me x to swallow and suck me.

    "My little virgin boy. So sweet, so beautiful. It's time, son It's time for Daddy to make you shoot your load inside a man."

    Bending his head down, he took my aching cock between his lips.

    "Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot, so warm for your baby to slide into."

    My shaft was soaked with the precum drizzling out of my cockhead. Daddy lapped all around the sides of my dick, and then slurped the tip of his tongue into my cock slit. With the tip of his tongue, he spooned out the blobs of liquid bubbling out of it. Then, very slowly, he opened his mouth wide and took me inch by inch into his head.

    At first, Daddy sucked me gently. His lips were soft and loose as they slid up and down my boycock. He would take three inches of me into his mouth, pull off, take in four, pull off, go still deeper, working me up to a fever pitch of lust. As his lips vibrated around my granite-hard fucktool, I threw my head back and began to shake my hair from side to side.

    "Daddy's mouth feels so good on my boymeat. I can feel the skin of my dick sliding over your tongue, being caressed by your lips. Love me Daddy, please love me. Love me like a man."

    His mouth got rougher. He tightened his lips, making the hole my prick was sliding in and out of smaller and harder. Each time my cockhead came out, it caught on the ridge of his lips and emerged from his mouth with a tiny "pop". Then he would shove his mouth back down on me again, making my sensitive gumdrop head feel the friction of his lips as it dove back into the steamy wet cavern of his mouth.

    Reaching up with his hands, my daddy began to stroke and twist the hard nubs of my nipples. Holding them tight between thumb and forefinger, he started to stretch and pull at my tit buttons. He raked his short fingernails over them causing me to shiver and shake as he dug into the tender flesh on my chest.

    Like the rest of me, my voice was out of control. It came out soft and then loud, breaking wildly in pitch. "Don't stop, Daddy. Don't stop. Touch your son hard with your big hands. Twist my tits. Twist them harder, as hard as you can. Take my cock down your throat, let me feel you swallow every inch of your kid's stiff prong. Stroke me, possess me, suck me deep inside you."

    I could feel his tongue swirling madly around and around my shaft. I could feel the tip of my cock jamming into the top of his throat. It was too much. I was unable to hold back any longer.

    "Oh, Daddy! I've gotta let go in you. Please, papa, please! I've gotta cum. Inside the mouth of the man whose cream I came from! Swallow my juice, Daddy. Take every drop of me. Let me shoot MY jizz into YOU!!"

    I came. And came. Rearing up on my heels, I shot volley after volley of my young spunk into my big daddy's throat. He was grunting like a hog. Like a pig rutting in a trough, he guzzled every sticky squirt of me. Every pearly drop. Every fuckin' one.

    It was the best. The best ever.


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