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My Fantasy Father
by Orangebinder
I want to be his son, his disciple, his child; to learn from him. I want him to be an example to me of how to act, how to love, how to be a man. I want him to be teacher, friend, confidant, and lover. I want him to have complete access to me and my body and all of its functions as if I were two years old but to recognize that I am also a man – his man, his son, his partner, his lover. I want him to bare himself to me, to show me his desires, his weaknesses, his strengths. I want to see him needy, horny, and satisfied.
I don’t care what he looks like. Does anyone decide whether their father is their father based on how they look? No! Your father is your father. My father is my father regardless of whether he is slim, handsome, with a tight butt and long thick cock, or fat, short, and small. Your father is still your father. I want a father regardless of those considerations. I don’t care if he is handsome, trim, well-endowed, bald, or toothless.
Whatever he is, he will be my father. He will stand by me when no one else will. He will support me, he will love me, he will be my lover. I will kiss him and learn to recognize his lips, his tongue, his dick, his balls, and his asshole. I will recognize him by taste, all of his many tastes. I will know each and every one and I will savor them all. I want to share things with him I wouldn’t share with anyone else – feelings, reactions, emotions, thoughts, plans, and most of all desires. I want him to accept them and satisfy them. He will hold me as long as I want, he will wrap his arms around me and smother me. He will hold me close to his chest, pressing me tight against him, for hours and hours. Pressing me tighter and tighter, closer and closer, until I meld into his body and we are joined. He becomes me and I become him.
I will recognize him by smell – his mouth, his crotch, his armpits, his butt, his dick, his hair. I will know and long for that smell, his smell, my lover/father’s smell, my greatest turn-on.
I want him to love me for my youth as I love him for his age, no matter what our ages are. What I have in stamina he has in knowledge and technique. I may be able to pound longer but he knows where and how to pound for the greatest effect. I want him to need me as much as I need him, no more no less. I want to be needed, loved, desired, sucked, fucked, used and drained, and filled, and not by just anyone. He has to be my father. My fucking father. My fucking queer father. My fucking goddamn queer father. My fucking goddamn queershitface father. My fucking goddamn queer shitface fag father. My fucking goddamn queer shitface fag cocksucker father. My fucking goddamn queer shitface cocksucker asshole father. He is my life. More than anything. Without him I would fuck myself. Die. I want total access to his body. I want to be free to place my hand on his crotch, squeeze his butt, kiss his lips, finger his hole, or go to sleep with my face on his balls. I want him to feel equally free with my body – to put his hand down the back of my pants when I least expect it, to grope me, to lick my face, to tweak my nipples. What is mine is his for after all I came from his body. I started as nothing but cum shooting out of his dick. I came from his thick white sticky sperm, which now tastes so good on my lips and in my mouth. That I swallow with such relish and hunger. I am the result of his sexual stimulation and excitement. I will try to live up to that beginning. I am his sex, his lust, his desire, his fetish, his longing. I sprang from his loins, out from his low hanging hairy balls and out from his hard throbbing dick with the bulging blood vessels running down each side. What is mine is his and vice versa. My body is his, his is mine. My cum is his, my spit is his, my breath is his, my piss is his, his shit is mine. He is mine. I want to share everything with him for it all belongs equally to both of us. I want to know every single square inch of his body, to look at it, to lick it, to suck it, to savor it, to know it, and recognize it, EVERY bit of his body. I want to know the taste of his mouth as well as I know the taste of his dick, his balls, his armpits, his navel, his ankles, his toes, his asshole, his neck, his nipples, his fingers, his eyes, his ears, his back, his crotch, his chest, his thighs, his cheeks, and his chin.
I want him to feel me up in dark movie theaters, I want him to fuck in department store dressing rooms, I want him to suck me in mall restrooms, I want to have sex with him everywhere all the time, everywhere. He is mine, I am his. He is me, I am he. I want to grope him in restaurants, in the car, at home, at work, whenever I see him. I want him to want my ass, my asshole, my welcoming asshole. My well-used asshole, well fucked asshole. It is his. It is meant for his cock, his mouth, his tongue, his finger, his fingers, his hand. I want him. GOD I want him.
I want him to hold my hand and kiss my mouth as I get my nipples pierced, both of them, I want him to hold my hand and kiss my lips as my eyebrow gets pierced, hold my hand and kiss my lips as my dickhead gets pierced. I want him to kiss me always, everywhere, all the time. His lips are mine. I want to be pierced as a sign of my love for him. I want to cradle his head as he has metal pierced through his flesh as a sign of his love for me. I want us to share this moment of pain, this moment of union, to share metal, to share eternal evidence of our union.
I want to us to have an eternal bond, pain as a bond, metal as a symbol of that bond, union for ever, pain forever, together father and son forever. We are lovers, partners, fuckers, men, father/son, dick/ass, mouth/ass, what/ever, what/ever. We are us; together forever. Let us be forever, forever, and ever, amen. Amen, FUCKING AMEN. GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT AMEN!!! He is mine. I WANT HIM…NOW!!!
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