Fetishboy64
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Yes Daddy
Part 1
My legs were in the air, tied in fact to the wall behind my head. Sam, my boyfriend, was banging my ass. The whole bed rocked as my ass was stretched wider and wider by his huge cock. Sam came inside me and collapsed on top of me.
"Ah! Yeah human being crushed," I said while he breathed heavily on my neck, a single drip of sweat dripped off his hair and onto my cheek.
"Sorry...Tommy...you just...are the best...person to fuck," Sam said closing his eyes.
"Thank you and before you decide to sleep could you please untie my ankles and wrists otherwise I'll be stuck like this like last time," I said remembering when I was bound for a whole night. He untied me and collapsed once more, I jacked off and came all over his sleeping body and then decided to sleep myself.
"Thanks for breakfast in bed," Sam said when I woke up; he winked at me and made a wanking and cumming gesture. I smiled in return and watched him get ready for work.
"So my young friend, are you finally gunna meet your dad today or are you gunna chicken out once more?"
My dad had left when I was very young; in the 18 years of my life I'd never been interested in finding him until now. I had found him at last through a LONG process I won't get into details now and I had his address.
"I'm gunna do it," I said independently.
"Well let me know how you get on and I'll text you later baby," Sam gave me a tender kiss and grabbed my bare cock, jacked me off for a bit, sniffed his hand and left.
I jumped in the shower, washed, got out, got dressed and left for my dad’s place.*
I had worked it out ages ago that my dad was 45 now, I imagined him being old looking, grey hair appearing, skin starting to sag, but nothing could've prepared me when the door was opened...by a guy in a gimp mask.
I stared at the man in the mask, his mouth zip was open as was his eye zips, his body was covered in a skin tight leather suit.
"Who is it Slut?!" someone yelled from inside.
"A young boy Master," he said in a tone that sounded like he was in his early 30's.
A door creaked and a man who looked to be in late 20's appeared. He looked at me and his face lit up. "How can I help such a handsome boy?" he said.
"A-are you Peter Smith?" I asked my eyes switching between the gimp and the man.
"Yes, my boy I am," my father replied. My mouth dropped open, he couldn't be my dad he was way too young.
"Can I come in?" was all I could say.
"Gimp," he said not taking his eyes off me.
"Yes Master," the man said.
"Get out of my house and never come back," he said.
"But..."*
"OUT!" he barked and I jumped.
The gimp sped past me and my dad pulled me in. "You saw my ad on the master/slave website great, I've wanted a new slave for ages," my dad said.
"No I..."
"How tall are you?"
"6.1 but..."
"Lift the shirt,"
I lifted my shirt, "But you..."
"Are you naturally blond?"
"Yes but if you would just..."
He grabbed my face, "Blue eyes," he kissed me hard on the lips.
"I'm your son," I said while my cheeks were squeezed.
My father released me. "W-what? To...Tommy?" he said and I nodded. "H-how did you...?"
"Long story I could t..."
"Oh fuck I fired my gimp for you," was what he randomly said and I laughed, he started laughing and we both laughed like old friends.
We talked for hours and hours, about our gayness, life, everything really.
"It's getting late," My father said around 9, "Your boyfriend will be waiting,"*
"Dad?"
"Yeah Tom?"
"You know about your gimp?"
"Yeah I need another one now,"
"Well how about this bitch right here?"*
Part 1
My legs were in the air, tied in fact to the wall behind my head. Sam, my boyfriend, was banging my ass. The whole bed rocked as my ass was stretched wider and wider by his huge cock. Sam came inside me and collapsed on top of me.
"Ah! Yeah human being crushed," I said while he breathed heavily on my neck, a single drip of sweat dripped off his hair and onto my cheek.
"Sorry...Tommy...you just...are the best...person to fuck," Sam said closing his eyes.
"Thank you and before you decide to sleep could you please untie my ankles and wrists otherwise I'll be stuck like this like last time," I said remembering when I was bound for a whole night. He untied me and collapsed once more, I jacked off and came all over his sleeping body and then decided to sleep myself.
"Thanks for breakfast in bed," Sam said when I woke up; he winked at me and made a wanking and cumming gesture. I smiled in return and watched him get ready for work.
"So my young friend, are you finally gunna meet your dad today or are you gunna chicken out once more?"
My dad had left when I was very young; in the 18 years of my life I'd never been interested in finding him until now. I had found him at last through a LONG process I won't get into details now and I had his address.
"I'm gunna do it," I said independently.
"Well let me know how you get on and I'll text you later baby," Sam gave me a tender kiss and grabbed my bare cock, jacked me off for a bit, sniffed his hand and left.
I jumped in the shower, washed, got out, got dressed and left for my dad’s place.*
I had worked it out ages ago that my dad was 45 now, I imagined him being old looking, grey hair appearing, skin starting to sag, but nothing could've prepared me when the door was opened...by a guy in a gimp mask.
I stared at the man in the mask, his mouth zip was open as was his eye zips, his body was covered in a skin tight leather suit.
"Who is it Slut?!" someone yelled from inside.
"A young boy Master," he said in a tone that sounded like he was in his early 30's.
A door creaked and a man who looked to be in late 20's appeared. He looked at me and his face lit up. "How can I help such a handsome boy?" he said.
"A-are you Peter Smith?" I asked my eyes switching between the gimp and the man.
"Yes, my boy I am," my father replied. My mouth dropped open, he couldn't be my dad he was way too young.
"Can I come in?" was all I could say.
"Gimp," he said not taking his eyes off me.
"Yes Master," the man said.
"Get out of my house and never come back," he said.
"But..."*
"OUT!" he barked and I jumped.
The gimp sped past me and my dad pulled me in. "You saw my ad on the master/slave website great, I've wanted a new slave for ages," my dad said.
"No I..."
"How tall are you?"
"6.1 but..."
"Lift the shirt,"
I lifted my shirt, "But you..."
"Are you naturally blond?"
"Yes but if you would just..."
He grabbed my face, "Blue eyes," he kissed me hard on the lips.
"I'm your son," I said while my cheeks were squeezed.
My father released me. "W-what? To...Tommy?" he said and I nodded. "H-how did you...?"
"Long story I could t..."
"Oh fuck I fired my gimp for you," was what he randomly said and I laughed, he started laughing and we both laughed like old friends.
We talked for hours and hours, about our gayness, life, everything really.
"It's getting late," My father said around 9, "Your boyfriend will be waiting,"*
"Dad?"
"Yeah Tom?"
"You know about your gimp?"
"Yeah I need another one now,"
"Well how about this bitch right here?"*
