Daddy Issues Memoirs, Chapter One: Taking Turns by Daddy_Issues_Memoirs

Joy and laughter resounded on the other side of the fence. Almost out drowning the music playing in the background. I heard people talking but I didn’t care to listen what they were saying. As I sat on the porch I gazed at the trees at the end of the yard. The sunlight warmed my skin, but my heart felt empty. Unlike my loud next door neighbors, I was caught up in my own little world.

I didn’t feel like socializing much these days. It seemed as if life was nothing more than keeping up appearances. In order to belong and be accepted by the herd. Sure, I’d tried it. Hanging with the cool crowd after school, breaking the rules by acting up in class, smoking pot behind the sheds… But it just wasn’t that exciting. At least, not until I discovered a whole new way to “blow the joint”.

His name was Jason. The handsome jock like you know him from the movies. He was the it-guy whose name escaped every girl’s mouth at least a few times a day. The only thing that escaped Jason’s mouth however was my dick.

It all started on a drunken school night. The gang roamed the streets while getting two on with booze and weed, when one of the guys thought he was being funny by throwing a rock through a showcase. I always thought of that one as a complete and utter fool. At that moment he sure didn’t prove me wrong. He annoyed me so much that I wished to punch him in the face. But there was no time for that.

As soon as the alarm went off everybody fled into a different direction. As you can guess, me and Jason ended up in the same alley. After we sat quietly for a while, he decided to take a piss. When he caught my eyes staring at his cock it didn’t take him long to get on to me.

“Care for a taste?” he said. Where after he forced my mouth onto his rod.

I took mine out too and before I knew it we were taking turns. The alcohol was flowing through our hard teenage bodies while we sucked each other dry.

After that night this kind of get together had become a regular. But unfortunately, at the end of last year Jason had finished high school and now he went off to college. He was my senior by three years, and so my detention days weren’t over just yet.

Our last meeting had been awkward, as if we both already knew this meant goodbye. But that’s just the way things go. Out of sight out of mind – or at least that was what I tried to tell myself. He had been an exciting distraction. But now I was back to where I started. In touch with the inner feeling of discontent with who I was and nothing or no one to take my mind of it.

That day my mom was working an extra shift at the hospital. So at least I could find some privacy other than in my own room. When my eyes fell on the tennis ball in front of me, I picked myself up off the porch. After I grabbed the ball, I started bouncing it around on the tiles across the yard. I made it go up and down, over and over again, without thinking or without a purpose. Just as one of the days in my life.

Get up, get breakfast, go to school, go home, surf the internet instead of doing homework, and waste away in my own misery of self-hate and self-pity. Until everything ends at night; only to start all over again the next day.

But then the little ball took a turn. Inattentively I threw it too hard, and it flew over the fence and into the backyard of my rear neighbor. Don’t ask me why I even bothered, but within a few seconds I clambered over the medium high fence.

On the other end I landed on some thick shrubs. I peeked through the trees in front of me and there it was. In the center of a well-groomed garden lied the yellow ball. But before I took a step forward, the backdoor slid open and a stocky appearance set foot into the garden.

Ronald was a grumpy old man who must have been in his fifties by then. He had been living behind us for as long as I could remember. When passing him down the street he never said a word to me. I figured he wasn’t very fond of other people. But whenever I saw him, something fascinated me about him. When I was little, I imagined what it would be like to lay on his big belly. Maybe because I was inspired by The Jungle Book – or maybe because he was my imagination of what a daddy looked like. His tall and firm posture must have been quite impressive to me as a kid. Even though I also stood quite tall now at the age of fifteen, he still looked imposing.

He walked into the garden with nothing more than his shorts on. Immediately my eyes were drawn to the enormous bulge, dangling under the shed of his big hairy belly. My cock got an instant reaction, and I felt my glans pressing against the inside of my jeans.

What the hell is wrong with me?! I thought to myself. How could I get turned on by this dirty old man? He was old enough to be my father, balding and overweight. But still, the sight of his naked body made me feel all warm inside.

When he spotted the little ball, he made a deep bend and picked it up. His big hairy forearm was attached to a massive hand, in which the round shape he held looked even smaller. For a moment he sniffed at it while wobbling his moustache. It looked like a thick grey broom, making his upper lip disappear.

Crack! I heard from under my feet, as I accidentally stepped on a branch. Instantly I dove down behind the bushes.

Ronald looked up and vividly glanced through the garden. Where after he lay down the ball and walked up to a garden hose. The splashing sound of water filled the yard while he took care of his plants. Meanwhile I still couldn’t keep my eyes off him.

Attentively I observed the middle-aged man in front of me, as my breath got heavier. The rim of remaining grey hair around his scalp, the scratchy hairs of his thick moustache, the broad chest covered with fur, his firm legs and calves, his burly feet, his thick fingers… My heart raced as I slowly opened my zipper. A part of me said no. But the other part just wanted to cum! So there I found myself creeping at the old bear man while rubbing my shaft.

Just like in my early fantasies I imagined myself laying on his hairy belly. This time we were both naked, while I rested my erect member on his endowed meat rod. I placed my hands on his fur coated thorax where upon my fingers began molding his beefy pecks. Almost as if they lead a life of their own. He pinched his thick fingers into my buttocks as his piercing grey eyes captured my soul. With a firm grip he turned my body around and lay me down on my back. After that he lay his full body weight on top of me and kissed me in my neck. My toes curled as I felt the bristly moustache hairs tickling my skin. He went down to my nipples, followed by my navel, and then… finally reached my cock. He took it into one of his massive shovel hands and started to jerk me off.

In an instant my prostate released a big load of cum which flew out of my penis and into the trees.

“Aaaaawh!” I sighed, while convulsively trying to keep my voice down.

Hastily I retreated further back into the bushes. Afraid that the old bear would catch on to me after all. I was relieved to see he still wasn’t aware of the young teenage boy who just got off on him. All I had to do now was wait until he left the garden. Which approximately turned out to be within ten minutes. Then finally I left the mature man’s property… without a small yellow ball.

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Back home I jumped into the shower and washed every inch of my body. I felt so dirty. What had gotten into me?! Spying on a grumpy old fart while touching myself. Even to the point of getting off! I truly had some serious issues. Daddy issues that is. I decided to act as if this had never happened. It shouldn’t have! Feeling sexually attracted to men was one thing, but what happened that afternoon was an entirely new kind of low. I had been with the most beautiful guy in school for Christ’s sake. Not to mention the fact that my own looks were fit for a Calvin Klein ad as well. I was far out of that ugly geezer’s league!

…Enough!

I stepped out of the shower and cleared my head of impure thoughts. As I dried off my athletic body, I slowly became at ease again. After I put on a clean set of clothes, I walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. The impressions of that afternoon had stoked my appetite. Hastily I put some berries in a blender with milk and whey powder, after which I poured the fruity drink in a glass.

“Hmmm,” I sighed. I really needed that.

I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the piece. When after a few minutes I was startled by the sound of a ringing doorbell.

Ding Dong!

I figured it was probably another Jehovah’s witness, in search of a sinful soul that had yet to be saved. After all it was a Saturday. Sluggishly I got up from the sofa. It was time to make clear I didn’t want to be saved. Again!

So I abruptly pulled open the front door in an irritated manner.

But when I saw the broad man standing in the doorway, the arrogant look on my face was swiftly replaced by pure modesty.

“C-can I help you?” I stuttered.

He leaned one of his large hands on the doorpost while he let the other one rest on his hip. Now fully clothed, his beer belly bulged over his pants. While a few of his chest hairs were still revealed by his partially opened shirt. Behind a black leather belt, the brown fabric was stuffed into his pants. As he narrowed his eyes, he viciously examined me from the bottom up. The frown on his face emphasized the folds in his forehead, while his bushy eyebrows made him look even more stern. He wasn’t what one would call handsome. Not at all. But still his face fascinated me. From the subtle lines around his eyes to the loose skin of his extra chin. But most of all, the intimidating yet charismatic grey eyes.