MY DADDY LOVER

So, I was born, bred, and raised in an ultra-strict Christian household and everything I did revolved around the church. Even the school I attended was owned by the pastor of the church I attended not forgetting the teachers. Everything you did in school was bound to come back to your parents. Everyone was known by name and there was no escaping.

My father was an ardent/ founding member of the church so when he passed away, my family became the concern of the entire church. As far as they were concerned, I had to live a holy life and take after the sanctimonious footsteps of my father and I did exactly that.

I was heavily into religion and my academics. Making good grades and going to heaven was the uncompromising goal and this led me to become very judgemental and extremely hard on myself.

Because I was a day student, attended a church-oriented school, and was surrounded by church folks even when I was home, I didn't have any chance to explore or know "things" an adolescent guy my age was supposed to know. Everything that had nothing to do with the bible was "sin".

I finally finished my secondary education and got admitted into the university. On the day of my departure, it was a prayer galore. The whole church gathered to pray for me for what felt like forever.

Among the praying team was Pastor Desmond ( who this story is about anyway).

Desmond was the youth Pastor and also a Deacon. He was the epitome of righteousness and after my father died, he stepped in to look after me and younger siblings. At first, I thought he was interested in my mother since he was a divorcee and my mum was a widow. But as time went on, it was crystal clear he was doing his duty with absolutely no intention to court my mum. 

As I said, Desmond was the father in my life. Not only was he a father to me, he was my number-one cheerleader and confidant. I could tell him every and anything and he ensured I lacked nothing.

Life in the higher institution was truly an eye-opener. I was like a lamb thrown into a den of wolves. There were all sorts of people...people who didn't fear God and did whatever they liked. This drove me into my shell because I didn't want to be equally yoked with unbelievers. I buried myself in my books and religiously attended church programs on campus. 

Everything seemed fine until I began having a very big problem.

At first, getting naked in public was an issue because it was extremely strange to me. So, I started bathing very early in the morning when no one was up and very late at night when everyone had gone to bed. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to look at my naked body. But if I am, to be honest, my reason for doing this was because I thought seeing other naked men was a sin, and looking back now, I think it was ticking something inside me.

Just when I thought I had things under control, my roommate brought his cousin to squat with us. His name was Japhet. 

Japhet was a nudist and had a hot body. Also, he was good-looking and had a big dick. One day, while I was alone reading, he came back from class and stripped off of his clothes. He was engaging me in a discussion and despite how hard I tried not to look at him, my eyes could not resist. 

As I stole glances at his nipples, balls, cock head, and bush, my whole body became steamy hot. I had a super boner and was sweating profusely.

He went to have his bath, came back to the room, and slept off. As he slept, I could not concentrate. I turned to look at his lovely body sprawled on the bed with his penis lazily lying on his thighs. Just as I was forcing myself to leave the room, his cock began to stir slowly, and BOOM!!! he got very hard. His penis was standing tall and proud like a palm tree and that was it.

As if under a spell, I saw myself bolt my room door and I began to rub my penis at the sight of his nakedness.

For the very first time in my life, I masturbated and sincerely, it felt so damn good. As I rubbed my dick, I was just imagining holding his penis, and before I knew it, It felt like I was dropped right in the middle of a hurricane. My head was spinning 360 while my body remained in one position as I exploded cum all over the floor in massive quantity. It was a miracle I was able to clean up everything because while I stood transfixed looking at my semen on the floor, I heard my other roommate's voice laughing and talking with our neighbor. He was back from a lecture and would be entering the room in a few seconds.

I was overwhelmed by guilt and fear. In my mind, it felt as if I had committed the worst sin. I cried and prayed for forgiveness but still that same night, I did it again. This time, I went to where guys usually have their bath which is by the school tap and while pretending to wait for my turn to fetch water, I was spying at assorted penises. After I had watched to my fill and stored the memories of the dicks in archives in my brain, I went to a dark corner and helped myself out.

Once again, I was ridden with guilt. I judged myself too harshly and even felt extremely depressed because it seemed I could no longer control myself.

It got to the point that sometimes, while in class, my dick will just rise because my mind won't stop thinking of all the big penis i used to see.

Thinking I needed help, I desperately had to talk to someone, and the only person who came to my mind was Pastor Desmond my adopted father.

So, i called him. At first, I was beating around the bush and could not say what it was outright. But being the very kind and patient man he was, he encouraged me to speak and eventually, I told him. 

As I spoke, I broke down and started to bawl my eyes out.

Thankfully, he didn't make things worse. He listened to all I had to say and when i was done, he told me not to beat myself about it because it was natural to have sexual urges. He asked me if I had a girlfriend and I said "no". In the process of encouraging me to get a girlfriend (which made me confused because as a Christian, having such was a sin), he paused for a bit and asked.

-"do you like girls?"

At this point, I felt like a harlot in church. I could not answer his question because I knew in my heart that i liked men and had no feelings for women.

Somehow, he understood the answer even when I had said nothing. But to my surprise, instead of him to start preaching, he talked about how society judges people just because they feel differently and how that was very bad. He talked about how the discrimination could ruin people's lives and even drive them to either drug addiction or suicide. 

Sincerely, from the way he sounded, it felt like he was talking from a personal experience. 

Because I was running late for my group study, I had to go. 

However, since my call with Desmond over my situation, our communication peaked. We spoke literally every day and he was the one always calling.

One day, while we talked, he asked me what I used for masturbation and I told him just my hands. He told me to use lotion next time while also emphasizing how I should not get uncomfortable talking with him because we are both men and if my dad were to be alive, he would be having the same conversation with me.

I did as he advised and it was absolutely mind blowing. Using cream while masturbating gave me a sensation like never before and it made touching myself my favorite hobby. Because Desmond had guided me through, I no longer felt guilty. I was back to normal and my personal life no longer was affected. I went about my religious and educational routine as usual with no qualms.

By this time, Desmond and I had really formed a very close bond and during one of our lengthy conversations, he asked me if I was still masturbating and I laughed and answered yes. He asked me how was the lotion usage and I told him it was fantastic. 

"When doing it, do you stroke it fast or slow?"  he asked 

I was feeling shy from the question but he urged me to answer while reminding me he wasn't a stranger

When I told him usually go fast when I'm about cumming, he giggled and said it was the usual.

"It's like you release a lot" he continued. 

Once again I laughed. I told him sometimes I came a lot and other times when I had released previously, the quantity of my sperm would not be much. 

This and many more questions he would ask anytime we chatted and I would always answer. If I'm, to be honest, it felt extremely liberating talking about my sexual experience without being judged and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Most times I would get very hard talking about my experiences and after we've finished chatting, I would go and wank.

But things got to another level when during one of his question sessions, he asked me if I watched porn when wanking and I said "no".

"Really?...so what do you usually use to stimulate yourself ?" He asked curiously. 

I hadn't told him outrightly I used to watch naked guys in the hostel even though we both knew at the time I was sexually attracted to guys. He had been avoiding directly asking me until that time.

"I just remember stuff" I replied.

"Stuff like what?"

"Just naked people" I answered..unsure about how to put it.

"You mean the naked people in the hostel?" He retorted flirtingly. 

"Maybe" I answered coyly. 

It seemed my response excited him because he wanted to know more.

"Do you like watching the ones that have it big?  

At this time, I started giggling like a schoolgirl.

What do you imagine doing to it? - "I am sure you used to imagine putting it in your mouth and sucking out the milk"

Now, I was stunned. My jaw dropped in utter surprise. Did this man just refer to sperm as milk?

"Hello!!??... are you there?.... Talk to me..don't be shy" he urged.

"Yes, I do" I muttered. My brain was serving me vivid pictures of me doing things to a big fat dick and I was super turned on.

He kept saying very sexual things and I started feeling the wetness of my precum on my laps. In the middle of his sex talk, he asked me if I was hard and wanted to release, and I told him yes. 

"How I wish I was there to hold you in my arms and watch you pour. Kiss you and make you feel loved" he moaned into the phone as I walked to a dark corner of the hostel and started stroking my dick.

"Do you also imagine a big dick entering your ass?" He asked as I pleasured myself. 

"I would like to experience it" I answered in all honesty. 

I let him know how, on several occasions, I have imagined opening my legs for a real man to pound me into a stupor, but fear wouldn't let me.

"I wish I can put my big dick inside your hot hole and fuck you until you love no other person but me"

Instantly, my throat went dry as my head began to spin clock and anticlockwise.  

"Are you sure?" Was what my brain could permit my mouth to ask and to my amazement, Desmond told me his penis was huge and he hopes I can be able to take it.

"Do you want to see it?" He grunted and I could not resist. 

"Please my darling, promise me you will keep it private" he pleaded and I gave him my word.

A few seconds later, a picture entered my WhatsApp and I froze.

I was staring at an extremely huge and fat dick and I noticed how Desmond's big and hairy hands could not completely go around it.

"Oh my goodness " I gasped into my phone as I began to stroke furiously. 

"Do you like it?' He asked as I could hear his voice become more deep and husky.

"So much"

"Do you want me to use it and open you?"

"Yes sir"

"Call me Daddy"

"Yes daddy"

"I will release inside you. Would you like that?"

"Yes daddy"

At this point, I began to convulse as I felt my climax approach. I would have screamed assuming I was in a safe space but I could not. I had a shattering climax as I listened to Desmond heave and growl loudly. No doubt, he too was coming.

After we had caught our breath, he told me to send him photos of my hole and "sexy body" at my convenience and I agreed.

The very next day, I purposely missed a lecture because that was the only time I could have the room to myself as my roommates had left for lectures. I took several photos for Desmond and he loved it. A few minutes later, he sent me a video of him at his workplace wanking his monster dick as he called my name. Everything about him was so beautiful. Even his facial expression when he was cumming was priceless. Immediately, I reciprocated by sending him a video of myself fingering my tight hole and ejaculating (while also calling his name) and he was over the moon.

From that day, we both started exchanging photos and videos and if the coast was clear, we would have video call sex. I will open my hole very wide for him while he stroked and jacked to the sight of it. He would tell me how pretty and pink my hole was and how he hungered to suck and fuck it with all his heart. Hearing him tell me these things truly made me feel treasured and special. Also, I always felt insecure about my weight ( I was a bit chubby and had man boobs) but Desmond would tell me how lovely my body was and how he craves sucking on my boobs and chewing my nipples.

Also, in my private time, I would re-watch his videos and photos and fantasize over them. 

Because I schooled far away in another state, I could not travel down to see him except during holidays and Desmond understood. 

Immediately after my last paper ended for the semester, I left school and headed straight for home.

Desmond was already at the park waiting for me and once I saw him, I got hard instantly. He too was very hard because I could see the bold print of his fist size penis in his trouser.

As he drove us home, we locked hands and had idle talks until we got to our destination.

Once we got behind closed doors, he held me tight in the longest and warmest embrace before planting slow and tender wet kisses over my face before crashing hard on my lips.

He just could not help himself as he kept squeezing and pressing my soft body and man-boobs like a starved monster. At intervals, he would break off the kiss and descend on my nipples... sucking and teasing my nipples as if they were the best thing ever. It felt so good that I just kept moaning and thrashing.

While we kissed forever, he guided my hand down to his turgid member and I gasped in excited fright. Part of me was wondering how such a size could fit inside my tiny hole but the fantasies I had accumulated for many months dwarfed all my fears.

 

Before I knew what was happening, I was already on my kneed and undoing his belt and pants. Once I freed his member, my heart flipped a thousand times as it sprung out in an aggressive stamina. I tried sucking him but he was just too big. However, I was determined to outdo myself. While I sucked, he guided me through by telling me to avoid my teeth and let more saliva into my mouth as I sucked. I guess I was a fast learner because, in no time, he started thrusting into my mouth and moaning "Oh yes....just like that baby....."

When I gazed up to see how much pleasure was on his face at my service, I noticed he was playing with his nipples, and from what I could tell, they were sensitive and he was enjoying it. I pushed his hands away and took over the nipple fondling while running my hands all over his bulky hairy chest and equally furry tummy. As he started to gasp, my instinct kicked in, and I rose to take one of his nipples in my mouth while stroking his "made-in-heaven" dick with a generous amount of my saliva. He too took my penis in his hands and began rubbing it vigorously while I simply focused on massaging the massive cap just the way I have seen him do to himself countless times during our video call session.  

A few minutes into the pleasure, he started to growl and shiver and I knew he was about to cum. Immediately, I went down on his dick and took him back into the warmth of my mouth, and in that instant, the rich salty taste of his spunk exploded in my mouth. I just kept bobbing my head furiously up and down his tree trunk shaft and I guess the sensation was too electrifying for him to endure because he nearly collapsed and had to push me away. My mouth was full of hot sperm and without thinking twice, I swallowed every last drop.

"Open your pussy let me lick it and watch you wank and cum" he choked as recuperated. 

Obeying him, I took off my underwear, lay on the sofa, and parted my legs wide. The way Desmond hurriedly came in between my legs and stuck his face into my ass cheeks was a bit scary. He acted desperately.

As I masturbated, he abused my hole with his tongue without minding how sweaty and musky it was from the long travel hours i had just undergone.

Shortly after, I saw stars as I climaxed with an insane force. Desmond licked off the cum from my dick hole and stomach ( where I had finished off) after which, we kissed passionately for a long while.

"I can't wait to fuck you my baby" he whispered in my ear as his finger started to probe my sore hole.

We both jumped into the shower after I had cleared my bowels and while we were showering, we could not keep our hands off each other. As we kissed and stroked our meats, his thick sausage-like fingers slid into my hole. Thankfully, the soap lather and extensive rimming he gave me earlier made my cunt hole quite obedient. 

"hmmmmm... you are so tight baby... don't worry... daddy will open you up okay?"

As he told me hot sexy nonsense, he kept forcing more fingers into my pucker hole and that made me welp in pain. He started finger-fucking me fast until my hole began making slurpy wet sounds.

"Turn around for Daddy" he whispered with a lustful desperate plea and I obeyed.

Once again, he went down on me. Sucking, fingering, and sticking his tongue in my hole with expert precision that weakened my knees.  

Moments later, I began to feel his dick head rub on my sphincter and slowly....ever so gently, he began to squeeze his leg-sized cock into my tiny virgin cunt.

I was in a very excruciating pain and it felt like hot lava was poured into my veins and steam was escaping from my pores. But Desmond's embrace and words of loving encouragement soothed me and made me relax. Gradually, I felt his cock sink deeper and deeper as my hole stretched wider and wider until every inch of his monster cock was stuck inside me.

Desmond was so gentle. He was telling me beautiful things while kissing my neck, squeezing my boobs, and pinching my nipples. But because he was much taller and bigger, the bathstall could not adequately accommodate both of us so, we moved to the bedroom.

Laying on my back with a pillow positioned under my waist as my legs were spread wide, he aimed his lubricated bastard-sized cock at my hole and sunk way down into the depth of my stomach.

As he fucked me, we locked eyes all through. Occasionally, he would kiss me passionately or start sucking my toes and feet one after the other. Slowly, he started picking up his pace, and in a short while, he went full throttle. Hammering and mashing up my virgin hole as if it owed him money. 

"your pussy is so tight and sweet.... I love it so much" He would gasp as he plunged in and out tremendously hard and fast.

It was like I was having an out-of-body experience because even though the hurt was devastating, I was equally experiencing an intense pleasure my body could barely contain. I could not help but rub his bald head, hairy back, and firm ass. 

Never in my life did I know there was a pleasure in existence. At a point, he began to wank my painfully erect dick with his moist hand and I lost it completely. 

I began to thrash and beg for mercy and thankfully, he knew not to listen or stop. I started jerking my hips to meet his hand strokes and by so doing, I was also giving more friction to his humongous fuck pole. 

We both went into a frenzy of stroking, fucking, and thrusting accompanied by senseless moans and tongue speaking until we exploded simultaneously- him, spraying my coven with thick rich man cum deep inside me, and me, spilling all over his hands (which he licked off completely). He kept fucking me nice and slow- and I was sure he was enjoying the immense dampness of his spunk coating his cock in my very warm and soft newly disvirgined hole.

"how I wish you were a woman. I would have married you this coming Saturday by all means" he gasped as he kissed me passionately. 

I felt my stomach churn at his words but I didn't allow it to hurt my feelings. I told him we could still do everything married people do and enjoy it even better.

"you are very smart. That is why I love you"

"I love you so much" I replied with all my heart.

We kissed more and more until we fell asleep in each other arms.

All through my holidays, I went to see my mother about 2x and she was happy I was at Desmond's house. She encouraged me to stay there for as long as I wanted.  Even when we attended Church together, everybody commended him for how much he took good care of me. But little did they know he was taking care of me in more ways than just one. 

After my holiday was over and it was time to get back to school, it was a very emotional moment. I could not help but cry because I knew I would miss him too much. He asked me to leave the hostel and find a conducive accommodation off-campus so that he could come to visit me and I did. 

Throughout my university education, Desmond came to visit me more frequently and nobody suspected anything because they all assumed he was my father. We would fuck endlessly for days until he leaves.

I often hear people say once someone discover their sexuality, they enter their whoring phase and want to explore. However, this year (2024), would make it 13 years since I got disvirgined by Desmond and I've never found the need to cheat or meet other guys. I guess I'm either built differently or just satisfied with the love he gives me.

Written by

A.E.B