âOh shit, Mr. Thomas, Iâm sorry, I didnât realize you were here. Iâll just go back upstairs.â I rambled as I saw my friendâs dad in the kitchen in nothing but his underwear.
He didnât say anything but stayed in place. I backed away and then stopped. I was confused and intrigued. I walked closer to him and saw his eyes were glazed. I waved my hand in front of his face and got no response. I poked his face and chest and still nothing.Â
âMr. Thomas?â I asked and then I heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. I looked around and hid in the pantry across the kitchen. Once inside, I cussed myself, âFuck, what the hell am I doing here? Shit, should of gone to the bathroom.âÂ
I looked out through the flaps of the panels and saw Ty come in. We were having a sleepover since we were going with his dad on a camping trip. Ever since my own dad passed away, Mr. Thomas had become a surrogate dad for me and Ty, not just my best friend but also a brother of sorts.Â
The camping trip had been Mr. Thomasâ idea;Â âLetâs get away before you all start your last year at school. College is hard but then you get to your senior year and then BAM, stress on stress.â
I asked mom and she was all for it, giving Mr. Thomas money but he didnât accept it, âCome on Linda, itâs fine, heâs like a son to me. This trip is on me.âÂ
I couldnât see much through the small flaps but I could hear well; âOh dad, you walking in your sleep again?âÂ
I didnât know Mr. Thomas sleepwalked but I guess that made sense. Then I heard Ty say, âDaddy slave, acknowledge.âÂ
âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. What are sonâs orders?âÂ
âWhen we get to the cabin, I want you to offer the master bedroom to us and youâll take the smaller bedroom. You want us to bond and having the bigger room will help with that. Understood?âÂ
âYes son, daddy obeys.âÂ
âAlso, while you were here, did you see where Tommy went?â
âDaddy saw him go into the pantry.â I was sweating. I saw Ty looking over to the pantry and then I heard someone snap their fingers. I grabbed my phone and crouched down before using my flashlight app and pretending to look through the dark. Before I could even think of a lie, the pantry door opened.Â
âDude, what the hell?âÂ
âShit, you caught me.â I got up and he turned on the light.Â
âWhy are you in the pantry with the lights off?â He asked eyeing me suspiciously.Â
âI woke up and wanted a snack but then I heard your dad come down and I turned off the lights. I was embarrassed he would catch me getting food so I used my flashlight to find the gummy bearsâŚâÂ
âDude, you shouldnât be embarrassed. Iâm sure dad wouldnât have cared.â He came in and crouched down to where I was and shuffled some boxes to reveal the gummy bear bag.Â
âIt was in front of youâŚâÂ
âWell, I was in the dark soâŚâÂ
âCome on man, letâs get to sleep, dad is waking us up early.âÂ
When we left the pantry, Mr. Thomas wasnât there anymore. Maybe the snap had made him leave or maybe I imagined the whole thing.Â
The next morning, I woke up to Ty throwing a pillow at me.
âWake up bro, we gotta go.â I groaned and looked at my packed bag. I was excited about camping but also hated waking up early.Â
By the time I made it downstairs, showered and dressed, Ty was eating pancakes and Mr. Thomas drinking coffee while reading the paper.Â
âGood morning.â I said and sitting down next to Ty. He grabbed a plate and gave it to me, âEat. The camping spot is a drive awayâŚâ and then getting close to me, âAnd you know how slow dad is driving.âÂ
âI heard that young man.â Mr. Thomas said behind the paper. He brought it down and smiled, âGood morning, bud. Sleep okay?â He asked looking at me.
âYeah, thank you Mr. Thomas.âÂ
He smiled and went back to reading. While I ate and Ty finished his plate, he went upstairs and grabbed his stuff. By the time I was done loading up the dishwasher, against Mr. Thomasâ protest that heâd do it, we were on the road. Ty was not lying, this place was far from the city and after what felt like an eternity, we got there. We unloaded our stuff and I saw that our cabin was two stories, âDude, this looks expensive.âÂ
âItâs an airbnb, pretty reasonably priced.â He said. His dad was all smiles as he came back out, âThis place is nice.âÂ
As soon as we got in, Mr. Thomas told us to take the master bedroom, âYou boys take the big room. This trip is for you and you should relax and bond.â He patted my shoulder before I could say something. Weirdly, thatâs what Ty told his dad to say night⌠or was it a dream?Â
âCome on, letâs take our bags to the master bedroom.âÂ
âDude, itâs weird, shouldnât your dad take the big bed?âÂ
âNah, heâs cool with it. Besides, he offered.â Ty smiled at me and I just nodded, relenting to taking the big room.Â
The first day was nice and relaxing. We were in the lake behind the place, grilling, at night roasting marshmallows and by night, in front of the fire as we heard the nightâs noises from one of the open windows.Â
âAlright boys, I think Iâm headed to bed. You both have a good night.â Mr. Thomas said.Â
âGood night Mr. Thomas.âÂ
He left us in the living room. Ty and I stayed there in silence. It was something I loved about our relationship. We didnât need to be talking nonstop to be comfortable in each otherâs presence. Sometimes weâd be in the same room and not say one word and it would not be weird or awkward.Â
Some minutes passed and Ty looked over at me, âDude, can I trust you with something?âÂ
âSure.â I said not looking up from my phone.
âDude,â he threw a pillow at me, âIâm serious, can I trust you with something huge.âÂ
I sighed and turned my phone off, âWhat Ty?â When I looked at him I could tell it was serious.Â
âBro, yes, you can trust me.â He extended his hand and I rolled my eyes but went with it. We did our secret handshake, the one we did since we were kids whenever we told each other a super secret.Â
âOkay man, whatâs up?â I asked. He looked at me and then broke into a smile, âOkay, same rules apply. Once the secret is sharedâŚâ
â⌠the secret canât be aired.â I recited.Â
He got up and paced before he sat next to me, âI did a thing, man.âÂ
âDid you kill someone?âÂ
âDid you rob someone?â
âOkay, fine tell me.âÂ
âI, uh⌠well⌠okay first off, I love you like a brother.âÂ
âLove you too man, now why are you beating around the bush?â Â
âOkay fine, I know that you have a thing for my dad.âÂ
I blushed a crimson red. Yeah, I did have the hots for Mr. Thomas. He was handsome, a good man, and clearly Ty had picked up on my daddy issues.Â
âItâs cool. I mean, the old man is hot but itâs cool so⌠you can have him, if you want.âÂ
âOh, thanks man, where do I sign for the package?â I asked throwing the pillow at him.Â
âDude, Iâm serious. Dad says heâs fine but I can tell he is not. So, I did a thing andâŚâÂ
âUh⌠hard to explainâŚbrb.â He got up and before I could stop him, he ran up the stairs.Â
Shortly after, I saw him running and behind him was Mr. Thomas walking down the stairs only wearing his black boxer briefs.Â
âTa-da.â He said pointing at his dad. His dad on the other hand looked like he did the night before. Emotionless, standing at attention with a glazed look on his face.Â
âUh, hi Mr. Thomas, I thought you were going to bed?â I chuckled but his dad didnât respond.Â
âHe canât hear you.â Ty said. He explained to me how he had hypnotized his dad to be more calm, relaxed, to not be so rigid. He had also made it so he was uninterested in going out with hookups that only lasted one night.Â
âDude, you canât be serious.â I said.Â
âDad was hooking up with gold diggers. Girls that only saw him as their next meal ticket. I have access to the accounts and I could tell he was burning money left and right. Dude, I want dad to be happy but he was thinking with his cock too much and burning money that was meant to be mine and his for a rainy day. If he wants to be with someone, I should make sure that someone isnât a gold digger and wonât just use him for his money. So, while I donât have a sexual need for him, you can have him for that.â
âThatâs gross dude.â I said but I was getting a chubby I had covered with one of the pillows.
âI thought of it through. You and him get it on, you treat him right, he is happy and the money we have for emergencies stays safe in the bank. He is retiring soon and that money should be for his golden years. I have someone in my eyes and that someone lives near here. I got the cabin more for you two. So, Iâm taking the car and my phone. You call me when you are ready to go. Here is the code for him and the address and the name of the dude Iâm with.âÂ
âTy, seriously, this is insane.âÂ
âItâs not. Besides, dad is bi, and has been with dudes before.âÂ
Ty gave me the piece of paper and ran out. âTY!âÂ
Mr. Thomas was there standing not moving. I looked at the piece of paper, âTo order him say, âDaddy slave, acknowledge.â To wake him up say, âDaddy slave wake.â To put him back in this state say, âDaddy slave, sleep.â Have fun and donât break him.â
What the hellâŚmy cock won.
âDaddy slave, acknowledge.â I said. Mr. Thomas looked at me and replied, âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. What are sonâs orders?â
âUhâŚtake off your underwear.â I said, testing the waters. He did so without hesitation.Â
âTell me how you feel?âÂ
âDaddy feels whatever son wants me to feel.â
âAnd if son wants you to feel horny for him?â I said standing up and dropping the pillow on the floor.
âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. Daddy will be horny for him.â At that, his cock began to inflate.Â
I began to really throw some major wood. I went up to him and he looked back at me expecting for new instructions.Â
âCan I touch you?â I asked him. He cocked his head, âSon can do whatever he wants to daddy.â
Him calling me âsonâ and referring to himself as âdaddyâ was too much. I began to touch his muscles, his chest, his nipples, his abs. Fuck, I always wanted to do this. Touch him and feel how hard his body was. He always worked out on the weekends in the garage. I would always be over at their place to hang out with Ty but I always came over during his workout times. Any time he smiled as he did his chest exercises or talked with me as he did his chin-ups easily made me so horny. Just once, I wanted him to take off his compression shorts and lay back on the bench before asking me to play with his cock or to lift his legs and fuck him.Â
âYou have a beautiful body, Mr. Thomas.â I whispered. He didnât respond, just looked down on me. His emotionless face made this even hotter. He was unaware that I was feeling him up. It was like I had a toy I could play with.Â
âDaddy slave, acknowledge.â I said after several minutes of worshipping his body.Â
âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. What are sonâs orders?â
âI want you to be horny, lustful, needy for me and my touch. Every time I touch your body, you shudder, you become more and more aware that you are becoming hot for me. You always had this feeling in your soul for me but never allowed yourself to act on it. You want nothing more than to be with me. You will always treat me right, protect me, and love me. You will also make sure that when you are working out, you think of me and how proud I am that you are keeping your body hot for me. You will even text me progress pictures of you after a workout if Iâm not there to see you in person. Along with those pictures, you will also start sending me sexy pictures; pictures that show you off desperate for me. Is that understood?âÂ
âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. Daddy understands.â
âWhenever you and I are in private, you will call me son or boy and Iâll call you dad or daddy. Nod if you understand.â He nodded.Â
âOnce I wake you, you will still follow all these rules but not remember that you were under or that it is weird that you are doing all these new things. Nod if you agree.âÂ
Again, another nod. I was sweating, my heart was racing. I was excited and anxious to see this go down.Â
âBefore I wake you up. I want you to sit down on the couch, stroke your cock and look at me. You will not cum until you are told to. I want you to show emotion, moan and whimper, be turned on to such a degree that you want nothing more than to wake up and be mine. You are doing this because Iâll enjoy it and I want you to give in to becoming my daddy. Do you understand?â
âDaddy hears, daddy obeys. Daddy will edge for sonâs enjoyment.â Mr. Thomas walked towards the couch, grabbed the foot rest and placed it in front of the couch before sitting down and putting his foot on the footrest. He looked at me and began to slowly stroke his cock. His knee was bent and with his other hand he began to play with his balls and tease his hole.Â
It was not long before he began to moan, biting his lip and grunting as he began to feel his balls churning with his baby batter.Â
âOh, awww, fuckâŚâ he would whisper as he began to push a finger in his ass and with his other hand, stroke up and down his cock.Â
I was on the floor looking up at him, putting on a show for me. I began to take off my clothes and join him; stroking my own cock.Â
âI want you Mr. Thomas, always have.â I said, beginning to stroke myself at the rhythm he was going.Â
âAww fuck boyâŚâ He said, his eyes closed and he began to breath heavy. He stopped stroking but continued to use his finger in his hole.Â
âYou want to wake up, to become aware of your feelings for me? You want to give in and become mine? I can give you pleasure, I can be what you have been looking for.â I said as I too began to moan as my hand began to jerk off faster.Â
âGod yes⌠I want it⌠all of it⌠wake me up, son. Wake daddy up⌠I want to give in. I want to the pleasureâŚI want you.â Mr Thomas as he put both his feet up and maneuvered himself to show off his winking hole. He began to stroke himself slowly as his other hand played with his ass.Â
âYou ready to be mine, Mr. Thomas?âÂ
âYes, please, oh fuck, please, boy. Make it my reality.â He was begging and that made me hot. I stopped playing with myself and got up to walk towards him. He was whimpering, sweating slightly. I held my hand and he reached for it. As soon as he felt my hand on his, he let out a whimper.Â
âDaddy slave, wake.â I whispered. His face slowly came to life, his smile widened and his handâs grip on mine tightened.Â
âHi son.â He whispered before I helped him up until he was standing in front of me. His cock and mine poked one another, his hand did not let go of mine. I closed the small gap we had between us before I kissed his chest. I could him shiver, goosebumps becoming apparent all over his arms.Â
He let go of my hand and went for a hug that pressed me closer to his body. Our hard cocks were next to one another.Â
âI want you daddy. I want you so fucking bad.âÂ
âIâm here, boy. Daddy wants to give you whatever you want.âÂ
âAnything?â I asked, looking at him. His smile was truly his best feature. He kissed my forehead and then gave me a kiss on the lips.Â
âYou tell daddy, son. Tell me, I will do anything to see you happy.âÂ
âI want daddy to suck my cock.â I said, smiling at him. He caressed my face and gave me another kiss, more passionate than the one before and then got on his knees. Â
âDaddy wants to be good for you.â He said before he grabbed my cock, looked up at me and put my cock in his mouth. He moaned as he took me in, his eyes never leaving mine. His face showed me all I needed to see: devotion. He didnât bob his head at an incredible speed or did a sloppy job. No. He took his time, tasting me, getting to know the cock he would be in love with.Â
He grabbed my hand and placed them on his head. I slowly began to put pressure on the back of his head as he continued to suck. He was really good, clearly he had practice. He didnât touch his cock but at my instruction, he began to pinch and pull on his nipples.Â
I donât know how long Mr. Thomas had been worshipping my cock but I was on the verge of cumming.Â
âMr. Thomas, stop, please.â I said, pulling away and catching my breath.Â
âWas I not good, son?â
âNo, not that. You were amazing is just⌠I was close to cumming.âÂ
âYou should have shot, boy. Daddy would have drank it all.â At that, I felt precum slowly coming out of my cock. Mr. Thomas didnât miss a beat and crawled a bit to lick the head and take a taste.Â
âTasteâs like candy, son.âÂ
âDaddy, you keep that up and Iâll waste this load.âÂ
âWe canât have that when my boy hasnât shown me all he can do with that tool.â He said before getting up and kissing me.Â
âAww fuck, daddyâŚâÂ
âShhh⌠daddy is here. Iâll take care of you, boy.âÂ
âI want to fuck you now, dad. I want to be in you, making you feel good too.âÂ
Mr. Thomas smiled and pulled me up into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom on the second floor.Â
âWhatever you want son, daddy will always be there for his boy.â He said as I kept breathing his scent in. Once in the bedroom, I got off his arms and pushed him on the bed. He smiled and turned around and got on all fours, âCome on in, boy, daddy is hungry tonight.â
I grabbed his muscled globes and dived in, licking and munching on his ass. Ty mustâve told him to clean himself up because he was spotless.Â
âAww son, eat my ass, lick daddyâs hole.â He began to moan. He was loving having his ass played with. I was not about to stop, this was the man of my fantasies and tonight, I was going to fulfill them finally. After eating him out, making sure I left a good amount of saliva in there, I got behind him and began to slap my cock on his hole.Â
âYeah, daddy wants it.â I said. He nodded, âI do, son, daddy wants his boyâs cock.âÂ
âYou want to be fucked, daddy?â
âBy you son, just by you. Fuck your daddy.âÂ
I began to push in it was like I was meant to be in there. His ass was tight but not enough for it to be hard to push my cock in. He pushed back, wanting to get me in there. Inch by inch, I got in there until my balls were on his taint.
âWhere you belong, boy.âÂ
That turned me on and I began the motions. First, slow and then after I knew he would not break, I began to pick up the pace, his moans turned into screams of pleasure, his toes were curled and his body finally gave out. He laid face down on the bed as I continued to fuck him. I put my arms under him and he grabbed on my forearm, âGood boy, such a good boy⌠fucking his daddy good.âÂ
âYou have a great ass, daddy.âÂ
âItâs all yours, boy. Iâm your hole, son.âÂ
That triggered my orgasm and in one last push, I flooded Mr. Thomas with my load. He began to shake and a loud moan escaped his lips that I realized he had shot on the sheets.Â
I kissed his neck and the back of his head before I pulled out. He looked at me and gave me a flash of that smile, âYouâre such a great fuck, son.âÂ
âYouâre not so bad either, daddy.âÂ
He scooted over to me and kissed my chest before raising my armpit and licking the sweat off. My flaccid cock twitched as he grabbed a hold of it and jerked it slightly before bring his hand up to his lips to taste the remnants of my load and his ass.Â
âCome on, son, letâs wash these sheets.â
He got up and I followed his lead as he stripped the bed and we went to find the laundry room.Â
âYou do have a great ass.â I spanked him after he finished putting the washer on its cycle.Â
âShow me how much you like my ass by eating me out again.â He said and bracing himself on the dryer, he spread his cheeks open and a bit of my load began to leak out. He looked back and smiled, âOops, better clean it up before I leak all over the floor, boy.â
I was too happy to be of service.