My Fantasies Ch. 10

My New Daddy

The bed shook so hard it woke me from a deep sleep. My heart began pounding in my chest - holy crap, are we having an earthquake? Is this what an earthquake feels like?

I heard a gruff, manly voice beside me growl, "Wake up, cutie, I got some mornin' wood for you to take care of!!"

Huh? What's happening here?

I blinked myself awake and had no clue where I was. Nothing in the small bedroom looked familiar.

Bits and pieces of memories from last night suddenly flashed thru my aching, hungover head.

OH-MY-GAWD - did I really go home with that disgusting old man who was hitting on me at the bar? Please God, please say it isn't so?

"YOU WANT ANOTHER SPANKING, CUTIE? If you don't shimmy that sweet little ass of yours between my legs I'll use my belt on you this time!"

That answered my question of why my butt-cheeks hurt so bad. I was actually relieved he'd only spanked me and not the other thing dirty old men do to boys 'back there'.

"M-M-Mister," I stammered, "last night was a mistake -- I'm not that kind of guy...I don't really know what happened but all I can tell you is I'm not gay!"

He suddenly pushed me onto my back with such ease his brute strength frightened me. I panicked when he climbed on top of me. I tried fighting him off but he was too heavy and too strong.

My heart pounded in terror as he glared down at me. His hideous, wrinkled old face suddenly softened.

"That's why I chose you, boy," he snarled at me.

I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't going to ask.

"It's no fun train 'en a fagboy -- they're too easy and don't put up much of a fight...nooooo, I like pretty little straight boys like you -- boys with pride and even some arrogance...boys who'd never imagine in a million years having homo sex with an old guy like me!"

I can't describe how terrified I became. I did my best to free my arms and try to hit the old bastard but he grabbed and squeezed both of my wrists in one of his huge hands. I watched in horror as he lowered the other hand between my legs and began fondling my balls.

His big hand closed tightly on my defenseless balls. I became so frightened I almost shit myself.

"Lesson number one, boy, you don't do what daddy tells you to do you're gonna be punished," he calmly said to me.

I stared into his brown eyes searching for some semblance of kindness or pity but saw only meanness and evil.

His huge paw suddenly crushed my balls so hard I cried out in blinding agony and begged him for mercy. I only found relief when I blacked-out from the excruciating pain.

***

When I awoke, my balls were throbbing and I instinctively tried to reach down to rub them, but my wrists were restrained by some sort of leather handcuffs.

Nooooooooooo, what fresh hell have I gotten myself into? THIS CAN'T BE REAL - I've gotta be dreaming -- this kind of shit only happens in Gothic, horror porn.

I heard him before I saw him.

"Is my pretty little boy finally awake? You must of been tired -- you've been sleeping for three-hours!"

I caught myself before I screamed at him. I couldn't go thru that ball-wrenching agony a second time.

"If you promise daddy you'll be a good little boy I'll unfasten your cuffs and help you wash up before I feed you...." he said to me with that unnerving smile on his wrinkled old face.

The bastard sounded so nice and kindly I wondered what kind of netherworld I was now living in here?

His smile suddenly vanished. He glared down at me and said, "Promise daddy you'll be a good little boy so he doesn't have to punish you again...."

The sudden, cruel expression on his face sent icy chills racing up and down my spine. I decided this was not the time to be brave and defend myself.

"Y-Yes, daddy, I promise I'll be a good little boy, daddy!" I sniveled.

***

For a big, old lumbering ox, 'Daddy' had a surprisingly gentle touch when he bathed me. I neither objected nor protested when he washed the most intimate parts of my body. I had been tamed when he walked me thru the living room on the way to the bathroom.

There was a curiously strange contraption in the living room that I couldn't help but to gawk at.

The old prick saw me looking and proudly said, "I built that myself - I call it 'The Professor' because it teaches disobedient boys an important lesson: Always obey your man!"

He calmly explained, "When my friends bring me a recalcitrant boy to be punished, I suspend him off the floor by his scrotum for thirty-seconds or until the boy passes out...either way, it is life-changing for the boy -- trust me, no boy wants to be hung by his balls a second time!"

My body visibly shook with fear. 'Daddy' laughed and said, "I sure hope you don't force me to hang YOU by your balls -- you won't make me do that to you, will you boy?"

Perspiration broke out on my goose-pimpled flesh. "No, daddy," I quickly said, "please don't hang me by my balls, daddy!"

"Well now, that's entirely up to you, isn't it boy? You're not going to disobey me, are you boy?"

"No, daddy, I won't disobey you, daddy!" I stammered.

"...and you're going to do your absolute best in pleasing me and keeping me happy, aren't you boy?"

"Oh yes, daddy, I'll make you happy with me, daddy!"

"...and you're going to be especially obedient when you're pleasuring me in bed every night, right boy?"

Oh-my-gawwwd--it felt like a million ants crawling all over my flesh. "Yes, daddy, I'll do whatever you want me to do, daddy!"

"Oh, I KNOW you will, boy -- I know you will...."

How Did This Happen?

Timmy and I fooled around again last night. That makes four nights-in-a row I've had homo sex with him.

The first night we sat in the dark beside the house drinking wine and talking when suddenly I felt his hand moving back-and-forth on my thigh. I didn't move or say anything to stop him.

He leaned-in close and whispered, "Have you ever had a friend with benefits?"

I couldn't help it -- his hot breath in my ear made me spring a boner.

"Uhhhhh, n-n-no...." I mumbled.

"Do you even know what that means?" he softly asked me.

"Well, uh, not really...." I lied to him.

His hand found my boner and squeezed it thru my slacks. My body leaped off the love seat, but I still didn't say or do anything to discourage him.

He whispered, "I'm going to take out your dick and give you one helluva climax, okay?"

I guess he took my silence as consent because his hands insistently pushed down my gym shorts and tighty-whities to my knees. My hard dick jutting upward.

I squeaked, "Billy, this is wrong!" but made no move to stop him from wrapping his hand around my boner.

A deep sigh of resignation escaped my pouting lips when I struggled to no avail and simply sat back and enjoyed the best handjob of my life.

***

I was gasping for breath while he used my polo shirt to wipe the jizz off his hands. I'd never shot such a huge load in my life.

"It's so much better when someone else jerks you off, isn't it?" he softly asked me.

I didn't know what to say. If I answer 'Yes' does that make me a fagboy?

I heard the rustling of clothes then Timmy suddenly took my hand and placed it on his hard penis.

Oh my gawd it was hot!!

"Wrap your fingers around my dick and bring me off," he said, "...you owe me, baby, and I won't take 'No for an answer this time!"

His voice was so strong and forceful it took my breath away.

***

Two nights later little Timmy towered over me holding me by my ears. He pushed-and-pulled my head back-and-forth sliding his hot cock in-and-out of my mouth. I'd never been treated so crudely in my life. I felt cheap - used and degraded -- I wasn't human -- I was an object for him to satiate his unnatural lust -- I was there only to provide him with animal pleasure.

I decided the best defense would be a good offense so I loudly slurped on his manly cock in hopes it would fuel his excitement and he'd shoot his load prematurely and put an end to my homo-ordeal.

"So you're not queer, huh Johnny? You sure had me fooled, heh-heh-heh...ohhh-yeah, cutie, suck my cock -- suck it harder, baby, I'm getting close -- I'm gonna pump another load into your belly - make sure you swallow it all this time or I'll spank you til you're crying like a little girl...."

My asscheeks were still burning from the spanking he gave me last night so his threat was very real to me. I abandoned all restraint and feverishly bobbed my head over Little Timmy's not-so little cock.

Irony is a fickle bitch, my friends. I always figured if I ever had homo sex I'd be the 'man' in the relationship. You know, I'd be the 'suck-ee' -- not the 'suck-er'....

I mean, come on, I'm not some limp-wristed, fairy, nancy-boy like Little Timmy, no way...but here I am on my knees, one hand massaging his swollen balls while the other strokes his hard shaft as my lips slide up-and-down his hot, manly cock...up-and-down...up-and-down...up-and-down...up-and-down....

Yes, John, I glumly thought to myself, you are sucking a guys dick - not only that, but you have a raging boner and your balls are so full of cum they're turning blue...you LOVE going down on him, DON'T YOU??

A week ago I had finally caved-in and let Little Timmy take out my dick and give me a handjob...well, he got me to reciprocate, okay? And now here I am on my knees between his wide-spread thighs bobbing my head up-and-down his hot and hard, manly penis loving every minute of it - how did this happen to me?

Little Dicky

I am not a religious guy but every so often when I'm at a low point in my life and something good inexplicably happens, I look to the heavens and declare, "THANK YOU, JESUS!!"

Last night was one of those low points in my life. My fiance, Jennifer, walked right in my apartment without knocking and caught me masturbating my landlord, Mister Z. She took it the wrong way and threw a hissy-fit.

When Mister Z left us alone, Jenifer snapped at me: "I just KNEW you were a fag -- you've never been good in bed - you'd think a boy with a tiny dick like yours would at least become good with his hands and mouth, but nooooo, I can hear you choking and retching every time you go down on me...EXCUSE ME for having a pussy instead of a dick!"

I wanted to say, "If you'd wash that skanky thing every now and then maybe it wouldn't smell like an outdoor fish market on a hot August afternoon!" But, of course, I remained silent.

"I've had enough, Johnny, I can't take anymore, I'm ending this now..." she exclaimed, "I'm sorry, but I can't see myself married to an immature little boy with such a ridiculously small penis!"

That was my 'THANK YOU, JESUS' moment but I did my absolute best at faking hurt and outrage.

"But Jen, please, I was doing that for you -- you said I need to be more open-minded in the bedroom -- to be brave enough to try new things...."

"...by playing with the landlord's dick?"

"Nooooo, he's going to give me a break on the rent next month," I told her. "Jen, I've thought a lot about what you said - how you want to 'experiment' in bed with another guy, well, if that's what you want then I want it too!"

"So ever since we started going out you've been a 'closet queen'?" she sneered at me.

"No-no-no...." I protested.

She interrupted, "Well, that certainly explains a lot...I just thought you were ashamed of your tiny penis?"

OUCH, that was a cruel thing to say out loud, don't you think?

"I simply want you to be happy, Jen," I seriously said to her. "I know you can't feel anything when we uh, you know - make love, but I was born this way and can't help I have such a small dick but I'm not against the idea of bringing another guy to bed with us...a guy with a normal size dick, if that's what you want?"

(to be continued)

First BJ

I couldn't help but think of the old joke: A guy goes into a bar and orders a shot of whiskey. He drains the shot in front of the bartender and says, "Gimme another one." The bartender pours another shot which he downs immediately, and before the bartender could walk away the guy says "Gimme another one!"

The bartender says, "Whoa, slow down, cowboy, what are you celebrating?"

The guy replies, "My first blowjob!"

"Congratulations," says the bartender, "but this liquor is strong, don't drink too much of it!"

"Okay," says the guy, then asks the bartender, "...how many shots will it take to get rid of that taste in my mouth?"

It's true. I finally worked up the nerve last night to go down on a guy. Sure, I had to drive forty-five minutes to the other side of town but it was worth it. I'm not even embarrassed to say when he shot his load in my mouth my own balls exploded and I filled my briefs with so much jizz we could both smell it.

"Heh-heh-heh," chuckled the older man, "how long you been in the closet, boy?"

How did he know?

I mumbled, "My whole life...."

"Well," he said, "...with a lot of practice I can turn you into the best little cocksucker in town!"

That was when I should have said, "Thanks" and gotten out of his car, but nooooo, I stayed too long...he held my head to his gooey crotch and barked at me to "Lick it clean, boy!"

When I began choking and retching on the gooey remnants of his disgusting, ice cold jizz he chuckled and said, "I'm teaching you a valuable lesson, boy, men's spunk turns pretty nasty two-seconds after it leaves their balls...that's why you should always make them cum in your mouth and swallow it down while it's still hot!"

...and those became words to live by....

What Do I Have to Lose?

I was stuck in a bad-bad situation and if I didn't do something drastic my whole world would collapse and I'd be trapped under the ruins. I had alienated the few friends I had in Florida (not that I knew anyone outside of work anyway) and little Billy was the only one left who would have anything to do with me.

So as he drove us back to the house on Brevard Street I quietly slid next to him on the front seat in the darkness, took a deep gulp of air for courage, and placed my hand on his bare upper leg just beneath the flared leg hole of his Bermuda shorts and gave it a firm squeeze.

I didn't wait for him to say anything and slowly rubbed his thigh higher-and-higher until my hand was underneath the leg hole closer to his crotch. His flesh felt so soft and smooth it was like rubbing the thigh of my ex-girlfriend...so soft and smooth I couldn't help but spring a boner inside my string, bikini briefs.

Don't get me wrong -- I'm not a homo or anything like that...no, I never even thought about queer sex until now, but like I said, terrible times calls for drastic actions. Billy is my only hope for survival. Because of my big mouth I am now jobless, and if Billy doesn't invite me to move into his apartment, I'll be homeless, too.

"I'm sorry about what I said to your friends tonight, I didn't mean to embarrass you...." I softly said in the darkness. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Silence.

I moved my hand slightly higher until my fingertips felt the cotton fabric of his boxer-briefs.

"Don't write a check you can't cash, Johnny," he said, "...you've been a prick-tease since we met -- why should I think you'll be any different tonight?"

His words stung me and my knee-jerk reaction was to place my hand directly on his boner and give it a firm squeeze thru his boxers.

"That's all well and fine, Johnny, but this time are you going to finish what you start?" he asked me. "Do you want me to stop the car so you can take out my cock?"

Two days ago I would have slugged him for saying that to me but now the intense heat from his crotch was making me dizzy. I couldn't think. My own hard-on began throbbing.

"Do you want me to stop the car so you can take out my cock?" he carefully repeated.

Something was wrong in my head. I heard myself say to him: "Yes, Billy...yes, stop the car so I can take out your cock!"

Yes, I Am a Good Boy....

I was butt-fucking the neighbor boy when someone began pounding on the front door. I was close to cumming and wasn't about to stop so I pumped his deliciously tight boy-cunt harder and faster.

OH-MY-GAWD - I had the greatest orgasm of my life! I unloaded what felt like a quart of jizz inside the boy before I slapped his firm, shapely ass and sent him running to the bathroom to clean himself before his well-used pussy oozed cum all over my new carpet. I used his discarded undies to wipe myself before I pulled-up my string, bikini briefs and slacks.

When I caught my breath, I opened the door and saw a vaguely familiar, distinguished-looking gray-haired older gentleman. He simply asked "Are you happy?" and brushed by me into the apartment.

My mind went totally blank. I closed the door, went to the man, dropped to my knees, lowered the zipper of his fine Italian slacks, and reached inside and fished out his semi-erect penis. It was the most beautiful penis I had ever seen. The longer I stared at it the more excited I became but instinctively knew I needed to wait for his permission to caress and kiss it.

"Is little Billy here?" he asked staring down at me.

"Yes, sir," I replied, "he's in the bathroom."

"Did you fuck him in the ass as I instructed?" he asked.

I answered, "Yes, sir, I ejaculated inside him while you were knocking on the door."

"Good boy -- you're a very, very good boy," he said in his rich baritone voice.

I was suddenly overcome with a flood of warm and wonderful sensations. I'm a good boy, a very, very good boy....

"You didn't like it though, did you?" he said.

Huh? That doesn't sound right, I thought I DID like it....

"Your tiny penis is so small you never felt a thing the whole time you were fucking him, am I right?"

Oh my God, he's right, my penis is so small I never felt a thing.

"In fact, you were miserable the whole time you were fucking him, am I right?"

Now that I think about it I didn't like it at all. "Yes, sir, I was miserable the whole time...."

"You hated every second of it because deep down inside you know you're not worthy of fucking Billy or any other man because you're not a real man yourself -- YOU'RE NOT A REAL MAN, ARE YOU, BOY?"

I was overwhelmed with such guilt and shame tears welled in my eyes. I couldn't help myself -- I broke down and half-sobbed,"N-N-No, sir, I am N-N-NOT a real man...."

A soft, compassionate hand stroked my hair. "You are a good boy for admitting you're not a real man -- a very, very good boy...you may kiss and lick my penis now!"

I am a very, very good boy. I lovingly caressed and stroked his beautiful, manly penis while covering every inch of his hot flesh with kisses and licks. I AM a very, very good boy...

Simulated Intercourse?

Me and Little Billy were sitting on his sofa watching some boring television show when he grabbed the remote, switched from tv-to-video and suddenly I was staring at two naked guys kissing and playing with each other's big hard dicks.

I was in shock. "Dammit, Billy, I don't want to watch two homo's going at it -- that's disgusting!"

He replied, "What's wrong, Johnny, suffering from 'penis-envy'? Hahahaha...."

I blurted out, "Goddammit, my dick is normal size -- those guys are freaks!"

"You're sounding kinda defensive, Johnny...you know, don't you that four-inches isn't 'normal', right? Hahahahahahaha...."

My face flashed beet red. "The average boner size is 5.2 inches and I'm right around there...."

"My gawwwwd, you looked it up on the internet?" he asked with that twisted smirk on his face. "Feeling a little inadequate, Johnny?"

"No-no-no-no-no..." I protested, "I'm average size -- there's nothing I can do about it -- I was born this way!"

"Well, sure there is...first off, we can take an accurate measurement -- if your dick is 5.2 inches mine's gotta be a foot long, hahahaha...." Little Billy laughed at me.