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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 02 May 1998 1 comments
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by Dave A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from a guy who had read the story and said he wanted to be my surrogate father. We wrote back and forth for a while, determined that we were only a few hours away from each other. He wrote really hot e-mails, right from the start called me "son" and "Davey". Maybe it was reading my story, but he seemed to know exactly the kinds of fantasies that turn me on the most. Every time I saw I had a msg from him, my dick would get rock hard and then I'd read it and jerk off. Once I got an e- mail while my roommate was studying in the room with me and I had on boxers and I got so turned on by reading it, I couldn't even stand up to go to the bathroom and jerk off. But I could just feel the cum building up in my nuts. One part said something like: "I hope you're being a good boy at school, Davey, because I want to be proud of you" which got me very horny for some reason. Then he wrote: "Well, I had a couple of beers so I better sign off because I've got to take a huge piss. I've got an empty water bottle here and maybe I'll just let go in that." I'm not really into piss, but something about that line and the image of my father's dickhead pissing into a bottle really got me worked up. I reached down as inconspicuously as I could and squeezed my cock a couple of times, almost like I was scratching it. Then my roommate chose that moment to look over at me and comment on the novel he was reading for some course. I still had my hand down on my cock and WHILE HE WAS LOOKING AT ME, it started to pump out cum into my underwear and against my leg. "Have you ever read it?" he asked. I just shook my head no, while I was quietly losing my mind. The cum was shooting all over the place and I could barely keep my eyes open. When I finally stopped, my face was all red and I wanted to pass out. Then I started to smell cum! There was just so much of it and it had a really strong smell. I'm fucked, I thought. He's going to smell cum and I'm dead. Fortunately, he got up a few minutes later and said he was going to get something to eat. When my e-mail father sent me a photo, I knew I had to meet him. The weird part is, he kind of looks like my real father, or at least is the same physical type--short and compact with a great tight body and big arms and tits. He has pale pale skin and very dark hair kind of long and unkempt in the picture. As for his cock, it was semi-hard in the photo and beautiful--thick and rubbery with a big red head. His body isn't hairy, but he has a HUGE bush of black hair around his cock. Plus, it looked like he was scratching under his nuts, so the whole load was kind of draped over his hand. We made plans to meet and I took the bus to where he lives. It was the absolute hottest 24 hours of my life, even though we never actually had sex. After his first email, he would always send these semi-normal notes about nothing special, like he was my real father, but then throw in something like that business about the piss. That kind of role playing was pretty much what the whole time was like when we were together. He picked me up at the bus station and took me out to dinner and we had this normal conversation about school, except he'd say things like, "Oh, fuck, my dick is hard right now and I wanted to get up to make a phone call." Or, "I wish I could reach down and adjust my balls. They're right up against these tight pants." At one point I said: "I wish I could do it for you," but he said, "I don't think that would be right, son." So I knew I shouldn't push it too much. Then he told me this filthy story about some woman he said he was dating and how hungry she was for his cock all the time and how she'd beg him for it and so on. He told me I looked really good and asked me all these personal questions about my sex life and my cock and asshole and everything. Really dirty, but somehow, it never crossed out of the father fantasy too much. By the end of the dinner, I was so hot, my cock was practically pissing precum. When we got back to his house, he turned on the TV and told me to get comfortable and got a couple of beers. Then he took off his pants so he was naked except for a pair of white jockey shorts. He had the best fucking basket I've ever seen, all tight and pouchy and a little piss-stained. We were sitting side by side on his sofa, watching the TV and every once in while, his hand would stray down to his crotch and his play with it, but he never got fully hard. He was really into scratching his ass, too, sort of in an erotic way, more like he was playing with his butthole. At one point, he went to the kitchen and came back with an empty bottle, took out his beautiful cock, stuck the piss slit against the opening and let loose. It was so hot I couldn't believe it, partially because he expected me to act as if it was just normal. The piss kept coming and coming and coming until I really thought it was going to spill over the top of the bottle. All just pouring out of that beautiful cock. It was getting late by this time and I really didn't know what to expect. Were we going to sleep in the same bed, for example? All I knew was I was so hot by this point, I could have cum without touching myself. It was all like one big teasing session which I guess I'm more into than I expected. Finally, he told me I could sleep in his room with him because he had a big bed and there was plenty of room for both of us. He got into bed naked (I kept my boxers on) and tossed his briefs down on the bed near me. Then he leaned over and kissed me. I reached for him, but he kind of pushed me away. I finally went to sleep. About an hour later, some noise woke me up and there was "Dad" standing at the foot of the bed, completely naked, with a HUGE hard-on. He'd turned on a light on the bureau behind him. He had one foot up on the bed and his hand wrapped around his big red pole. He's cut, but the skin is loose because he wasn't really stroking, but holding it tight and moving the skin up and down over the bone. He had his balls cupped in his other hand, like he was weighing them. And then there was that enormous black bush of cock hair. I just lay there watching him with my tongue hanging out, sort of pretending I was alseep, even though we both knew I wasn't. I reached down and grabbed his underpants and started sniffing them. Then he did the hottest thing I've practically ever seen, which was bend down over his cock and let this big wad of spit splash down on his cock head. I thought I was going to lose it right there. There was a mirror on the wall behind him so I could also see his hot ass squeezing and tensing every time he yanked on his cock. His big fucking cock was so red, it looked like it must have been scorching hot. I could hear his spit and precum crackling as he worked on it. I couldn't take it anymore, so I crawled down to the foot of the bed, looking up at his big cock and his pale face. I said: "Please, dad, please, please let me suck it. Please let me suck your cock." I was so close to him, I could smell his crotch and his big smelly cock. "That's not right," he said. "Put on my uunderpants and get into bed." I stripped off my boxers and put on his briefs, the briefs that had been holding that big red cock. Then I pulled the back of them so they were tight against my crack and hole. I started pulling them up and down against my crack which felt incredible, especially knowing they were his. "I told you to get under the covers, didn't I?" he said. He walked up to the head of the bed with that huge hard on swinging in front of him. I wanted it so bad I didn't know what to do, but I also wanted to "obey" him which was really hot, too. He made like he was tucking me in. His cock practically in my face, all slippery with precum and spit. I could tell he was ready to shoot because his dick was kind of bobbing up and down without him touching it. It was so beautiful and so hot I couldn;t stand it anymore. I reached out and touched it, very lightly. It was red hot. I've never felt a cock that was that hot before. I said, "Please let me suck it, dad, please." I lifted my head up, still holding on to it, and then cum started flying out of the head of it. It was one of the wildest things I've ever seen, all that cum flying out of the head of the cock, him leaning back, going, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." After he stopped, he said, "I told you not to touch it." "I'm sorry, dad." I had cum all over my face, the bed, you name it. I still didn't want to let go of his cock. I stroked myself a couple of times and came in his underwear. The rest of the time I was with him went more or less like that until I left the next afternoon. We stayed in most of the next day with him naked most of the time, walking around in front of me with his big dick and balls swinging all over the place. We had breakfast and when he got up to go to the bathroom, I went over and sniffed and licked the seat where his naked ass had been. He beat off in front of me two more times, once with me in the liviing room and him standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom with the door "accidentally" open. The weirdest part for me is that I consider myself bascially a pretty shy person who never gets into any kind of situations like this. But even though it was all so crazy, it felt completely natural and easy once I met him. It was 24 hours of total fantasy role-playing, but not in any heavy way because it felt so easy. If someone had told me before it happened, I never would have thought I could get into it. It just seemed easy with this particular guy. On the way to the bus station, he took me to a mall to buy me a pair of pants. He told the salesgirl he wanted to buy pants for his "son" which made me very horny. Then he followed me into the changing room. I took off my pants. "Take off those, too," he said, pointing to my underwear. Now I was naked (pants-less, anyway) in front of him with the door to the changing room open. I had a big boner and there was no way I could hide it. He'd intentionally got a pair of pants that were too small so I had to squeeze into them, with my hard on sticking out and him making comments anyone could have overheard about how I was busting out of my pants, etc. Then he made me walk out and ask the girl for a bigger size. When I went back into the changing room, he was sitting on the bench with his legs spread, dressed, but stroking his basket. He made me try on the other pair. I wish I could have shot a load right there, but I didn't dare. He actually bought the pants for me, kind of a surprise. I asked him if I could write about this and he said it was okay with him. He said maybe he'd come visit me at school which would be amazing, although part of me thinks it was such an incredibly hot weekend, we should just leave well enough alone and not see each other again. Why spoil the fantasy? In any case, thanks, Brian, for your site which made this incredible 24 hours happen for me. I really am grateful.