Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 03:27:31 -0500 From: A. Iku Subject: When Daddy Gets Home When Daddy Gets Home From Work... *When I Was Filling Out College Applications, One School Had an Essay Question, That Asked : What's The Best Part of Your Day? This is What I Considered Writing. The best part of my day is when daddy gets home from work. For some reason, I just can't wait until the guy walks through the front door and wraps his big arms around me. See my dad and I are real close, closer than most fathers and sons are. And yes, at 16 years old, I still can't wait to see him every day. At 16, I still love nothing more than being wrapped up in my father's arms. And damn if he doesn't give the best hugs. See my dad is a big burly, manly man type of guy. A real guys guy. Strong, hard working black man, and fun as hell. See my dad comes off as this big tough guy mechanic, and don't get me wrong he is that, but really deep down inside he's just a big teddy bear that loves his son. Crazy sweet. Always with his arms stretched and ready to give one of those big bear hugs of his to whoever is need, especially me. See my dad is a real sweet guy, loving, effectionate. He really is the greatest guy I know, the greatest dad I could ever hope for, but he just wasn't a good husband, so my mother says. When I was 10 years old, my mother just up and left. She left my father, and I guess you can say, she left me too. See, she said she was tired of being just a wife, just a mother. That she wanted more out of her life; and now that I was old enough, she finally had her chance. So she left us; and it's been just my dad and I ever since. For 6 years, it's just been us, just me and my dad all on our own; and I love it. It's like my mother leaving only made our bond stronger. We only have each other now to depend on, only each other now to love. And we do, we love each other, and we make life together work. I mean, me and my dad have our own little routine that works just for us. Just for me and him. Just us men. And our house is just that, a man's house. I mean, I think it's part of the reason why my mother left, but my dad is kind of a messy guy. And I'm pretty okay with the fact that the apple didn't fall far from the tree, that I'm like my dad, in more ways than my mom would probably care for me to be. But she's not here anymore, so her oppinion doesn't matter. See when you come to our house, messy is kind of an understatement. I mean, our living room is sort of like a dirty clothes hamper. It's like as soon as my dad and I get home, as soon as we walk through the front door, we're stripping down, and chucking our clothes wherever. And usually they stay whereever, until someone decides to do laundry, or we run out of clean clothes. But even that's not that big of a problem for us. We're fine with being messy, dirty, smelly even. I mean we're men. And men smell. My dad smells; and it's kind of amazing. It's part of the reason why I love his hugs so much. I mean my dad's a big guy, 6'3 nearly 200lbs, muscled, and hairy, and he smells like it. He has this real strong, husky, musky kind of man scent that drives me up the wall. But when he's holding me in his arms, that man smell makes me feel so safe, safer than I could ever hope to be. That's why I love greeting him when he gets home from work. It's sort of our routine. And it's when his scent is the strongest, when he's worked a hard long day and is at his sweatiest. Especially when he hasn't showered for a few days. And usually he hasn't. It's kind of a thing we do, where whoever can go the longest without showering, doesn't have to do the laundry. And usually my dad wins. I mean, as much as I'd like to be like my dad, I'm still in highschool and highschool girls aren't really that into the smelly guys. So I can usually only go about a day or two before I give. But my big burly dad can go nearly a week, sometimes more before he showers. So he's always ripe. Usually though, as soon as he hits the front door, I could smell him from wherever I am in the house. And I'd run to him like a little kid, usually in just my tightie whities. He wears the same. He always jokes, that real men only wear briefs. I always thought it was so corny of him to says that. But thats sort of what makes it funny. My dad, he can sometimes be a funny guy... "Hey daddy. How was your day?" It usually goes, as he wraps his big arms around me, and I lay my head on his chest, and take in the musky scent from his body. By the time he gets home, his overalls are usually unzipped down to his gut, letting his hard hairy chest breathe. I always thought it looked so cool, his chest, how big and hairy it was. So manly. I can't till I'm that big and manly. "It was good baby boy, but they worked your old man today. How was your day?" He'd say to me as he'd rub the muscles of my young smooth back, with his big strong hands. And then I'd unload my day on him, while he held me in his arms. Man do I love the way his hands feel on my body. And he's always praising me on how big and strong and hard it's becoming. Though nowhere near big as my dad, I was well on my way to becoming a big strong man like him. At 16, I'm 5'11, 170lbs, lean, but muscled. I play football and wrestle, so I'm pretty strong. I'm still mostly hairless though, eccept for a little peach fuzz on my legs and a curly little bush at the base of my dick. Which I'd say was pretty nice, by the way. I mean, I never get any complaints from any of the girls I mess around with. I'm dick is about 7.5, 8 inches long, pretty thick; but again, it's nothing compared to what my dad's got down there. My dad's dick is about 6 inches long when it's soft, and I'd say it's nearly doubled when he's hard, and damn is it fat. I mean, my dad has a pretty big, pretty black dick. And it's kinda fucking beautiful. Usually while I was still in my dad's arms, talking his ear off, his hands would be exploring my body, caressing my neck and tracing down the muscles of my back, until finally he was cupping my thick, muscled ass. [Something I get from him]. And then he'd take one of his big hands and slap me hard on one cheek. I guess it was his "subtle" way of shutting me up. Then he'd say, "Baby boy won't you help your old man out of these boots?" And I'd waste no time, dropping to the floor and doing what he asked. All the while he'd be coming out of his overalls and letting them fall around his waist. And then after I had untied and loosened his boots up, he'd let the overalls fall all the way to the floor, and step out of everything all in one step. Then he'd just stand there, in his dirty sweaty, not quite white briefs, stretching his tight hard muscles and cracking his bones, while I'd just be sitting there on the floor staring in amazement at his body. I mean my dad had the body of a fucking God. And when he's standing there stretching, I just think he looks so strong and manly. And I just love looking at and admiring his amazing body. But I loved it even more, when he let me touch it. Usually after my dad finished stretching, we'd both make our way over and plop down on the sofa and watch tv, and hangout, or whatever, until dinner time. And usually while we sat there, I'd peel off his dirty funky socks, and rubbed his big man feet. And when I tell you they just might be the smelliest part of his entire body, believe me. But I love them, all the same. I love how they feel so big and long in my hands, and how bad, but good they smelled. And I mean, I love even more the way they tasted. Tart, but amazing. Fuck, I love how my dad tastes period. Ever since I was I little kid I loved playing with my dad's smelly feet, and he'd always let me put them in my mouth, and lick and suck them. Especially when he had a rough day and was tired. But last year, things went a a bit further then I could've imagined. See ever since my mom left, my dad and I jacked off together. I mean, the first time I ever jacked off was actually after I had caught him jacking off to some internet porn, and he invited me to join him. And let me tell was I ever scared and, fuck, intimidated. I mean after all I had never jacked off before, I had never seen porn before, though I'd seen my dad naked and his dick before, I had never seen it that big, and that shiny, and that close before. And I definitely never touched it before. I mean like I said my dad's dick is fucking huge. And imagine how scary that shit was to me, when I was only 11, and working with about a 4 incher myself. But my dad was cool about it, real cool. He made me feel real comfortable about what we were doing. Like I mean, he gave me lube, and he showed me how to find a rythem, and then how to slow myself down so I didn't cum too quick, but so I also didn't lose my pace. And at first, of course I didn't cum at all, but after a couple of months, I was shooting like a faucet, and he helped me understand what it was exactly that was going on with my body, and my dick for that matter. I mean, my dad gave me a real hands on education on sexuality, and sex, and my dick, and his dick for that matter. I mean he taught me everything. And before long, it was less of a lesson for me, and more just something we loved doing with each, for each other, to each other. We just loved watching each jerk off, and then how it felt to jerk each other off. And then last year finally blowing each other off. See, it started last year, when I was dating this girl Rachel from school. It had been a couple of months since Rachel and I started dating, and we still hadn't done more than just kiss. I mean we barely even made out. And I was starting to get fraustrated. I mean I was down right angry, mad all the time. I was just so fed up with having a girlfriend, yet still being a fucking virgin. And Rachel just seemed like she was in no rush to do anything about it, not ready to budge at all. And of course, who else would I vent to but my dad. And usually, we'd just talk about it and rub one out and everything would be okay. But this time, we were sitting on sofa, naked, and instead of beating my dick, my dad put his big hand on my chest, and laid me down flat on my back. And then he just started swallowing my dick whole. Taking it in and out of his mouth, and then his throat. Oh, it was so wet, so hot. I mean I was in heaven. He was making feel the best I had ever felt in my life. His mouth was just so fucking wet and so fucking hot. And I just felt so weak. But he just kept that one hand on my chest, assuring me that I was ok, that it was all ok. And he just made me feel so safe, so comfortable, so satisfied. And before I knew it, I was cumming inside another human being for the first time and my life. And it was my dad. And it felt so good, and I loved it. I loved him. I loved every part of it. And what I loved the most was that it was actually my dad that was making me feel this way. That it was my dad that I was having this experience with. And after he swallowed every drop of my cum, he came up and kissed me on my forehead just said, "Feel better Baby boy." And I just smiled so hard, cause I did feel better. And in the back of my mind I knew that my dad was always gonna know how to make me feel better. Then for the next few weeks, everyday my dad blew me, and he made me feel good, he made me feel better, the best I had ever felt. And then finally after a few weeks, Rachel and I had sex. And it was amazing, but the crazy thing is the whole time we were doing it, the whole time we were loosing our virginities to one another, I was thinking about my dad, his mouth, his body, and how much better they made me feel. And when I left Rachel that night, I went home and I hugged my dad and thanked him for loving me, for always knowing how to make me feel so good. And then for the first time, that night, I blew my dad, and he did the same to me. And nearly everyday since we did the same to each other. We did the same for each other. We made each other feel better. We make each other feel better. That's why the best part of my day, is when my daddy gets home from work, because that's the moment I know it's all gonna just get better from there. Thanks so much for reading... Feel free to leave your comments at iku_iku227@aol.com If you want to read more of my stories, check out my site at eroticwordsofiku.weebly.com And don't forget to donate to Nifty....