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“This is just a fantasy”

(Or Is It?)

I have this fantasy of you sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper and having coffee, wearing only a robe and black dress socks. I wake and ppppppppcome in to get some juice, wearing only my tighty-whiteys. I notice you've dropped a piece of the paper on the floor. I bend over to pick it up, giving you a fantastic view of the globes of my ass in the briefs, and when I straighten up and turn around. I notice a tent forming in your robe as you look me in the eye, and mom has just pulled out of the driveway and won't be home till late tonight. I blush and turn away from you, thinking I will be in trouble if I stare at your crotch.

I go to the sink to rinse my glass, and you stand and walk up behind me, lightly placing the tips of your fingers on the skin of my shoulders, and then running them down my back, and finally around my waist to pull me back to you, whispering in my ear "don't worry, boy, Dad isn't mad, he just wants to see how his boy has grown..." You run your hands up my stomach to my chest, cupping my pecs in your hands and squeezing them, lightly brushing your fingertips over my pierced nipples, which sends a shock through my body and makes me moan, almost imperceptibly. I am shaking a bit, frightened and yet so happy - that you finally noticed me and that what I've dreamed about for years may finally come true, dad.

You take my hands in yours and spread my arms out straight from my sides, like a T, and run your hands over them, sending shivers down my spine, and as you do, I can feel something pressing against my bottom, and I have to bite my lip to keep from passing out at the thought of what might happen here. I can feel your breath on the back of my neck as you push your groin against me, and I pray that you won't hurt me, but know that you might. (in more ways than one).

You turn me to face you and I can see your eyes running up and down my torso and legs, checking me out as you put your hands on my shoulders and massage the muscles there, and then, without warning, you place one hand behind my neck and pull my face to meet yours, placing your lips against mine and kissing me lightly and sweetly. "Daddy loves you, son" you say. "And now daddy wants to share that love in ways that only two men can share. That's right, I said MEN. You've grown into a fine young man and I've neglected telling you so, but now I'm going to show you how much I've thought about you lately."

With that, you place both hands on my shoulders and put pressure on them, forcing me slowly to a kneeling position. When I'm fully on my knees, you look me in the eye as you untie the belt of your robe and let it fall to the floor. As the belt of your robe drops to the floor, the flaps of fabric open to reveal you in all your glory, fully erect and pointing right at me, the boy who has loved, admired and worshipped you for all these years. I look up into your eyes and you nod your approval, saying nothing but saying everything, how much you want me, how much you want me to do whatever I feel like doing and how much it will please you (which is, ultimately, my goal in life, Dad).

I lean forward and lightly kiss the head of your monster, smelling the muskiness of your crotch, inhaling you and becoming intoxicated by the idea of giving myself to you. I lick a circle around the head and hear your quick intake of air, which signals me to go one - licking and tracing the bulging veins with the tip of my tongue - wanting only to show you how much I've dreamed of this and how much I desire to be in the arms of my strong Dad... I begin to lap at your manhood, greedily - I've wanted it for so long - and you place your hands on my head and quietly whisper "slow down, son - Dad wants to enjoy this. Now see if you can get it further into your mouth"

I want to and I do, letting it glide past my tonsils, inch by inch, and savoring every moment of this bonding with my hot daddy...jealously wanting what only mom has been allowed all these years - and you feed me - you begin to push it further - choking me momentarily, but then I open easily for you and swallow your entire shaft - loving your hands on my head, guiding me, loving your manhood in my mouth, the taste of your sticky sweetness leaking against my throat and tongue...your low moans of pleasure you coddle my head I against your crotch as you feed me - positioning your manhood deeper and deeper into my throat, and I feel your balls against my chin begin to tighten a bit - but you quickly pull out, taking a deep breath and stepping back from me - not wanting to climax yet, because you've waited for so long to be alone with me like this. I look up surprised and a little sad - wishing you'd let me continue, but you step forward and place your hands under my armpits and lift me up to you, wrapping me tightly in your arms and kissing the top of my head "Oh son, you know exactly how to please this Dad of yours, and I want this to go on and on, and since mom won't be home til late tonight, I have other pleasures in store for the both of us."

You roughly scrub the top of my head with your palm in a fun dad/son gesture, and turn me around to face away from you. "See the breakfast table, son? Do this for me, son...bend over and lay your chest against the smooth surface, and let Dad take care of you for a while." Of course I have no idea what you have in mind, but I do as I am told, because I am beginning to suspect that this will be the most important day of my life - and I want so much to make Daddy happy. as I lay my face against the table top, you drop to your knees behind me and lovingly stroke my bottom through my briefs - feeling the round globes against your hand, the warmth of the fabric as it clings tightly to me.

You run your hands up to my waist and hook your fingers under the waist band and begin to slowly pull the briefs down, teasing yourself by letting my crack become more and more exposed, as your mouth begins to water with lust for your son... I don't know what feels better - your strong hands on my legs, feeling the muscles tensing there as you eat me, or your hot tongue as it plunges deeper and deeper into me, wetting me, teasing me and opening me up to you. You do this for a long time - what seems like hours, just licking, sucking, biting my lips down there, and occasionally letting a thumb slip inside, to pull me wider apart for your hungry mouth. I am in a state of bliss and have no idea what day it is anymore, only knowing that I love this feeling and hope it never ends.

You stop and lean back to look at your handiwork, the saliva running down my inner thighs from the way you piggishly ate me open, then you begin to kiss my round cheeks and to kiss and lick a trail up from the top of my crack - up to the center of my back, further up between my shoulder blades and finally to the base of my skull, licking and kissing and blowing your hot breath on me. This brings you to a position mirroring mine - a kind of spoon position - me bent over the table, hugging it, you bent over me, hugging me - your hands have worked their way down my arms to my hands and you intertwine your fingers with mine, locking our hands together and gripping the table with me, as you slowly push the head of your monster into the tiny pink opening you've been tonguing and slobbering over...and my surprise is so real and so intense as the head pops into me and begins the journey to find its way past my second sphincter muscle - as I moan lowly and try to match my breathing to yours - all the while your whispering "This is it, son, this is how your Dad makes love to you...how I show you what you were born for, and what your purpose will be from this day forward"

Deeper and deeper you go - searching for that place that no man has been before - or ever will - because this is your property, you are claiming me as your own... Yes, sir - we begin to rock together - you coaxing me to open up for you, me breathing deeply and enjoying the feel of you inching your way deeper and deeper into your young boy. As you pick up your pace just a bit, I can feel the edge of the table grinding into my lower abdomen as you take me further and further - your fingers gripping the table, intertwined with mine as you plow me like a freshly mown field that need's seeding...and in a trancelike state, we rock together like this for what seems an eternity - you whispering of your love for me, of how you have never felt anything so good in your life, and how you will never give this kind of passion to anyone but me...and then you stop.

Suddenly you withdraw from me and spin me around to face you once again, kissing me passionately - your tongue exploring my mouth as you place your hands on my buttocks and lift me up, and naturally, I wrap my legs around your waist, my hands behind your neck as our tongues battle, and you slide me down onto your erection, piercing me once again - me only supported by your strong hands on my bottom as you bounce me up and down on you, and you begin to walk down the hall to the bedroom. YOUR bedroom, to the bed you've shared with mom for the past dozen or more years...and I know that my life will never be the same, that I belong to you completely now, and that this is what I've dreamed about forever, as you place me down on my back on the bed and climb on top of me, lifting my legs above your shoulders and entering me once more - to pin me to the bed with your manhood and take complete control of my body and soul... Your eyes lock onto mine as you enter me this time - one quick thrust as you plunge it in all the way to the base, your big eggshaped balls bouncing against my butt cheeks as your monster invades me and claims me.

My eyes never leave yours as I begin to beg you - "Daddy, please Please PLEASE...oh oh oh oh OH oh oh OH...please daddy - show me who I belong to - show me that you'll never let me go again, sir...Please?"...And you DO...both raping me and making love to me at the same time - your animal passion not to be denied, whether it hurts me or not, you've gone past the point of knowing or caring - you only want us to become one, and you pull me feet down around your waist and behind you so that my heels dig into your buttocks, pulling you even farther into me, deeper and harder, the sweat gathering in your brow and chest, beginning to drip down onto my chest and face as you grunt and groan with pleasure and animal lust...bringing yourself so close, so very close.

Darkness

darkness, at what great cost?

Depression clings to me like a heavy cloak,

And vision loss leaves j da me stumbling and broke.

Adversity surrounds me on every side,

Hopelessness whispers, "You cannot abide."

Abandoned by those who once stood by my side,

I'm left alone, with nowhere to hide.

But in the midst of this great despair,

A glimmer of hope, a light in the air.

Relief washes over me like a warm embrace,

And faith begins to fill the empty space.

With every step, I feel my strength renew,

As hope and faith guide me through.

Though the road is long and the journey hard,

I know that I can make it through any yard.

For I am not alone, there's One who's always near,

In the depths of my soul, His voice I can hear.

And though the world may turn its back on me,

There lies a poignant tale of acceptance, a tender guide.

When the time comes to part ways, to say goodbye,

It's natural to feel a wave of emotions rise high.

The heart, a delicate vessel, holds memories dear,

As we bid adieu, a mixture of joy and tears appear.

It's okay not to be okay, to feel a heavy heart,

For endings mark a chapter's close, a brand new start.

In the depths of sorrow, let your tears freely flow,

Acknowledge the pain, let it have its time to show.

Through the rawness of emotions, healing takes its course,

And with each passing day, you'll find a newfound force.

Acceptance is the key to unlock the door,

To honor the cycle of life, forevermore.

Embrace the imperfections, the scars that you bear,

For they shape your spirit, unique and rare.

But remember, dear soul, you're never on your own,

Others have tread the path of bidding farewell, unknown.

Seek solace in sharing stories, in tender embrace,

You'll find comfort in connection, a refuge, a safe space.

And as you navigate the ebb and flow of grief,

Know that endings are beginnings, a profound belief.

In the grand tapestry of life, they play their part,

Creating space for growth, a brand new start.

So, let the tears fall freely, let the sorrow unfold,

For in those depths, new stories can be told.

Embrace the journey, as you let your heart grow,

Lost and lonely, betrayed and forgotten,

Taken for granted, sick and downtrodden.

A drug user, seeking escape from pain,

But finding only emptiness again and again.

The world seems cold, and friends are few,

And the drugs provide the only refuge.

But the high is fleeting, and the crash is hard,

Leaving the user feeling even more scarred.

The addiction takes hold, and life spirals down,

As the user loses themselves in the drug's profound.

But there is hope, for those who seek,

And ways to break free from the addiction's bleak.

Recovery is possible, with help and support,

And a willingness to face the pain and discomfort.

To rebuild a life, with love and grace,

And find a way to a brighter, better place.

So if you're lost, lonely, betrayed, forgotten,

Taken for granted, sick, and downtrodden,

Know that there is a way out of the dark,

In the depths of despair, I find myself lost,

Trapped in the darkness, at what great cost?

Depression clings to me like a heavy cloak,

And vision loss leaves me stumbling and broke.

Adversity surrounds me on every side,

Hopelessness whispers, "You cannot abide."

Abandoned by those who once stood by my side,

I'm left alone, with nowhere to hide.

But in the midst of this great despair,

A glimmer of hope, a light in the air.

Relief washes over me like a warm embrace,

And faith begins to fill the empty space.

With every step, I feel my strength renew,

As hope and faith guide me through.

Though the road is long and the journey hard,

I know that I can make it through any yard.

For I am not alone, there's One who's always near,

In the depths of my soul, His voice I can hear.

And though the world may turn its back on me,

So You Want To Know?

Fucking mental