DADDY'S VISITATION RIGHTS by BILLY WOLFE
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"I guess I thought all men slugged while they fucked," Patsy said.
We were sitting in her kitchen, our feet propped up on a potbelly stove. Outside the window, it was raining down like hell, as it usually did in that small, Pacific Northwest town. I had been transferred there from San Francisco by the lumber company I worked for. Being something of a city clone , I had little in common with the redneck factory workers who just liked to brag about fucking pussy and lynching queers. I was pretty lonely. I was very horney.
I'd struck up a casual friendship with Patsy, my next door neighbor. small, plump and lily white, she looked like one of those naked nymphs you see in religious oil paintings, luscious grapes usually dangling from the pelvis. I found nothing luscious about Patsy's pelvis. At 33, she was nearly ten years my senior. In fact, I was closer in age to her 15-year-old son, Bobby.
She looked down pensively at the letter in her lap, written by Bobby's father. It arrived that morning
"Can you believe this asshole?" She asked me. "He hasn't even seen bobby in almost ten years. Now, out of the blue, he wants his son to come stay with him next month when he'll be visiting Seattle. "Send Money!" That's what I'll have Bobby write back to him- forget this visit crap. Don't Bogart that joint, Gil." Angrily, she reached out for the joint I'd almost forgotten I was holding. She shook the envelope in the futile hope of shaking out some money but instead a small color Polaroid plunked out into her lap.
"Here's the fucker, in living color," She said, disinterestedly handing it over to me. That's when my interest began soaring: What an incredible hunk!
Though I was chummy with Patsy, small town gays keep their personal lives well tucked under their hats. So I limited my response to an invol- untary gulp and just took in the sight of the man: brawny, about six-feet four, with the girth of a red-wood and a straggly, raven beard. Dressed in levis and a flannel shirt, He boasted a pair of arms and hands that looked capable of lifting the Golden Gate Bridge. The only part of him that looked vulnerable was his eyes-looking out in question, in hope. I felt an immediate, profound attraction. Reluctantly, I handed the photo back to Patsy
"What's he like?" I asked, casually. "In a word? Sadistic! You want another word? How about Homosexual?" I stopped swallowing. "Are those two reasons enough for a mother to want to keep her son away from his dad?" She handed me the shrinking joint. " I was such a jerk when I married him. I mean, I knew what he was like. Not the "gay" thing of course, but hell, I was carrying his kid-I'd been slapped around enough times by him at that point. I should have known better, but that's what I'm saying-I honestly think I thought all men punched while they screwed. He never did it any other way. The only other man I had to go on was my dad and he used to beet up my mum. what did I know? Took me three years to get the bastard to seek therapy with me. Finally, he agrees- Takes him three weeks of counseling to find out he's gay.Talk about shock. I mean, I guess I knew he hated women, but how was I to know he wanted men? He didn't even know-not consciously, at least."course, I should've suspected it, with his boot fetish and all his muscle magazines. Hell, he wouldn't even fuck without those boots on! are you getting off?"
The question startled me. She was talking about the grass, now. I blinked several times, emerging from the daze. My eyes kept roaming back to the polaroid she'd tossed aside. "What's the matter? You look shocked," she said, with a smile. "I thought you city people were unshakable." I managed a nonchalant smile of my own."I'm sorry to be going off on such a tangent," she apologized, "but this letter just pisses me off- brings it all back, you know? I've got a theory about it.Sounds like a bunch of hippie-shit, but the way I see it, Duke used to cut down trees eight hours a day. That's cutting down a lot of karma, you know what I'm saying? Those trees took centuries to grow and when someone just-" She sliced her pudgy hand through the air "whamo! cuts through it- they're taking on a lot of-something...I don't know, I'm stoned. But I mean, I could understand a lot of Duke's ten- sion when he'd come home out of the forest. In fact, to be honest with you, I would've stuck it out with him if he'd asked. Duke was very magnetic...masculine, and -well, you and I are close enough-I can tell you: He had a cock on him I swear could've made medical journals." She laughed, then rocked, almost off her chair. I was rocking, too. "spoiled me for life!" Then sighting, regained composure, She added, "course, You wouldn't know about those things."
My mind was racing. I spoke carefully, "So- where exactly is he?"
"Now? Lives in some town in Oregon, His is Malone. Duke Malone." Speak- ing his name made her sigh again. "feel kinda sorry for him, actually Far as I know he's never been in love, never had any long-term relat- ionship with anybody. I was good to him, too. But how long can a person go on being degraded and slapped around just because they're horny, y'know? For duke the two went hand in hand that is one sick man. Who knows? There's gotta be somebody for everyone
I was hard, walking out of Patsy's house. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't forget the hurt in his tough-guy eyes, and the thought that he was never going to enjoy a reunion with his boy. I stripped before the mirror and studied my reflection. I was boyish looking for 23, fairly smooth. Of course, I couldn't pass for 15. My chest was to developed for one thing. My hand went up to my nipple and I closed my eyes and saw Duke Malone, standing there, in the picture.
When I walked into the Hilton lobby, I was trembling. My pace quick- ened toward the main desk. Room 1919, I wrote him a small note.
Dad:
I'm in the lounge wearing a black baseball cap.
SON
I think the clerk could hear my heart beating, as I wrote the note.
Two hours passed, and I was into my second tall scotch when I felt a thump on my shoulder, that could cause a bruise, I was almost drunk. Well, the picture had come to life. He was so fucking hot, I gasped Only those hopeful, vulnerable eyes were now intense, smoldering and intimidating. He placed my note on the bar. "is this yours?" "YES sir", I said, truley frightened. What if he had decked me right here in the lounge?
"what's the joke?" he asked, not only angry, but hurting. It was apparent. So much for even fantasizing I could've passed for his Bobby Two women looked up at us from the bar. His chest was heaving. He was wearing a short sleeve sports shirt. His bludgeoning forarms were carpeted with fur. I could smell him. I lowered my voice. "please, Sir can we talk at a table?"
Even his chin had muscles. It sort of flexed, bludged, then relaxed. He stood back and I descended the bar stool, thankfully landing on both shaky feet. We wandered into the darkest corner of the lounge.
"Do you know my son?" he asked me,sharply. Everything about him- his voice, his hands his glare-loomed as weapons. Even his mouth-cruel, massive, like a sensuous scar threatening to reopen and draw blood.
I spoke quickly."yes, I'm a friend of Bobby's mother...she doesn't know I'm here, nobody knows. Honest. Sh-She got your letter when I was there, and she showed me your picture and told me a little about you, and-" He was glaring hard. "I knew I belonged here," I said quickly. The glare was replaced by a look of suspicion and I added," - with You Sir," and after a deep breath"-Dad."
"Bobby's not coming," he said. "No, Sir, they went to the coast for Mother's Day, Sir."
He looked down and toyed with a matchbox in the ashtray, "And let me get this straight: Nobody knows you are here." "That's correct, Sir. I apologize for my audashitty, Shir," I slurred then gulped on my fear.
He noticed my anxiety. "and, so-" he was still putting it all together "You thought you could fill my son's shoes. Is that it?" "If I were luckily, Sir." The cocktail waitress was approaching for drink orders but he gave her such a dismissing scowl she pivoted and went scurrying back to the bar. There was a silence, and then he said, eyeing me, "What exactly did she tell you that made you do this?" I gulped again I'm from California. I used to live in San-" "Save your autobiography for the Dating Game. I asked you a question.".....
"I desperately need a dad, Sir. Not just any dad, Sir, but one with your-disposition." His eyebrows raised, in questions. "You don't even know me. She doesn't even know me. so how can you?" He was emanating a powerful vibration that was burning across the table.
"Instinct, Sir. A strong instinct, and a powerful need." "What's your name?" he then asked. "GIL, Sir." "Twenty-two? Twenty -Three?" "Yes, Sir, Twenty-three, Sir." His teeth were gritted; he nodded, then unexpectedly, almost in a plea, he asked, "You like baseball Boy?" "Yes, Sir, Very Much S-Sir." "I got a couple of tickets for this eve- ning." My mouth began watering I could almost taste the Foot-long ball- park hot dog. "It will give a chance to get acquainted, You and me, lets go."
Inside the room he made a couple of business phone calls. while he was talking to his partner I heard his fingers snap. He was point- ing to his Big Logging Boots. I hurried to him and began unstring the laces, but the toe, angrily kicked me in the gut, I feel backwards He then held the rough leather up to my lips. He didn't have to verb- alize. I started licking those size 13 sweatiest lumberman boots all over. I made those boot as clean as my dry mouth could do it.. Next he rubbed his man cock, half hard in those faded jeans, again I jumped to get what I thought he wanted, again I was slapped back. He picked up a half-smoked cigar and put the nasty thing in my mouth while he finished his business call. After, he was done he stood up from the end of the bed and grasped me by my hair, dragging me to the bath- room, I still had the cigar in my mouth, He bend my neck over the stool and forced me to drop the cigar in the pot. "I have better things for that mouth, Slave Boy." He said. "Get those Jeans off. FAST." I must have broke at least two world's records pulling those tight pants off. There I stood in just my white cotton boy briefs, and tee shirt, still tasting that horrible old cigar. when he pushed me into the bathtub, Lucky I grabbed for the curtain, and it held me from fall- ing on my ass. he un-zipped his pants,and to my Surprise started piss- ing all over my shorts, very careful not to hit my shirt. The Hot piss ran down my shacking skinny boy legs, down the drain, and felt warm on my semi-hard cock, I felt silly but owned that moment was great. He snapped his fingers for me to come nearer. He showed me the moist end of his cigar, a globe of spit hugging the tip. "See that's how I like it." "Go ahead- put it in your mouth. Taste how I like it." He put it in my mouth for me. I looked up at him, admiringly. He He snarled, then laughed, and slapped me lightly across the cheek. I got down on my knees and struck a match to light his cigar for him. He did not move except to inhale. Then he stuck the toe of his boot under my piss wet balls and began lifting me, by the crotch, on his boot. Once I was standing he pushed me back on the bed, and ripped the wet undershorts off and teased me with them. "I guess you haven't shaved." he said. I looked down at myself, shamefully. "No, Sir-not there, Sir." He mimicked me, mercilessly. "Duh! No, Thir, Not Thir... Not where, Asshole?" "Not around my dick, Sir." He stood. I held my breath. He touched his wide black belt. His shadow moved over me. He reached down and started tugging quite forcefully on my balls. "Not around your prick?" "Nouch, Sir, No Sir!" He yanked some hair out of my nuts. Then he grabbed me by the hair around my cock. "Not around your little boy slave pisser?" "No, Sir, Please Sir!" My dick was rising fast. "Well," he said, noticing it, "I'd say you look old enough to start shaving, boy. Does Daddy have to show you?" It was the first time he had used the word, DADDY. I fell to the floor at his boots and almost wept over them. He grabbed me by the cock and lead me to the bathroom. He directed me to keep my head down to the tile floor and my ass raised in the air. I couldn't see anything, but it felt luxurious, first getting my asshole soaked in warm water and then lathered in shaving cream. "That ass is raised like it's had some practice, boy." He smacked it. "Huh?" "Some...Sir." "Some," he said, skeptically. later my face still against the tile, my back tiring, he added, "I'll say one thing: I've got a nice little ass here." His forefinger wiggled in my into wanting hole. It was tight for my daddy, He looked pleased. with the other hand he slapped my white boy bun's. "Feel good boy?" "Yes, Sir thank you, Sir." He told me to go shower and get dressed for the baseball game.
We didn't talk to much at the game, or on the drive. Afterwards we had a light dinner, and a little conversation. Back at the room he said, "It's nine-o'clock. Your bedtime boy, "Say your prayers." I walked to the bed as he muttered, under his breath, "You'll need em." Naked, I knelt at the foot of the double bed, and prayed-quickly, that daddy would like me and keep me around. When I ended he said "Get in bed boy now." He was still fully dressed. He reached over and stuffed a handkerchief in my mouth stretching the skin around my lips. "That's to help you," he said in a low voice. "If you scream you are in real trouble boy." He then took a pair of handcuffs and locked them around the back of the bed post. He started to rub the area he had shaved before we went out earlier. His breathing was intensifying. A change was happening, in the dark. I heard his belt buckle tingle as he removed his pants, and take the belt out. "First thing is to teach boy, never to try and fool daddy again." He rolled me over, and with the very little light coming from a crack under the bathroom door, he first rubbed my smooth ass, and then started whipping me with the belt. I bite into the gag, trying not to scream out as he slapped my Boy butt, with hard strokes. "Do you understand why I must punish you and need to spank your butt, Boy?" I nodded into the pillow with a tear running down my cheek. "Now we will see how good a boy you are." the belt whirred in the air again. My thoughts flashed back to when dad belted me as a kid. As fast as the belting at come, it stopped, and I felt his hand playing with the crack of my ass, it was sore with those belt swats, but he was fingering my hole and it was much better than the whipping. I felt his cock push at the hole and with a very easy pace he began to make love to his boy. I was high on the weight of daddy on my back his man cock going in and out, of my hungry butt.
"Good boy," he said "That's all now. He gently removed the cuffs and pulled out the gag. than the phone rang. I heard him talking to his partner, "Oh yea!, the trips going great, Me, and my boy should be traveling back late tomorrow, yea, he will be living with his dad for awhile" I was a very happy...Boy