CAPTAIN
DADDY
By Larry C. Kephart
Begun August 20, 2006
My name is Terry. Until recently, my
nickname was “Terry The Terror”. This was
because my father died when I was just eleven years old. Before that, we used
to play ball and go fishing and camping, and other buddy stuff. I was
devastated after the funeral, and started not caring about my grades and
school, in general. I got mixed up with some of the tough neighborhood kids,
who got me to do stupid things. My mother tried to get me under control, but
being a working mom, she had little time to guide me very much.
Then came the day when we really blew it
big-time. My “gang” of
friends got me to pull the fire alarm at the local mall, just to see what the
shoppers would do. We had no idea that the whole shenanigan was caught on video
cameras by the mall security. We were all identified, and taken to juvenile
court. My mother was humiliated. The judge was very clear that we would not go
to the Juvenile Authority, because it was our first conviction, and only if we
went on probation with a new program, called Officer Uplift.
I was scared of the Juvenile Authority,
as I had heard many stories about other guys who had a living Hell, while
incarcerated there. Also, my mother said she would beat me within an inch of my
life, if I didn’t go along with this new program. I told her
and the judge that I would gladly try it.
The program consisted of going to my
local Police Station, at an appointed time, where an officer would team up with
me, and try to guide me in the right pathway. I was paired
with a Captain Woodrow. He was about forty to forty-five years old, with
dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He was a full head taller than me, and
was very muscular, but trim. Some of the bulk in his chest area was probably
from the bulletproof vest he had to wear daily. I wasn’t too sure
if I would like him, or not.
We would meet after school let out, and
I would see what his duties were. We went out in his patrol car, and sometimes
on a foot-beat. He showed that an officer helps keep the community safe, by
helping the citizens in many ways, besides chasing bad guys. When THAT
happened, he made sure I was stashed in a safe place, and called in the details
to his superiors, while pursuing the suspect(s). I was amazed at his dedication
and responsibility to duty. After a couple of weeks, I really respected and
liked him a lot.
My probation was up, after six months
with officer Woodrow. By then, he had me hooked on becoming a Police Officer.
My grades improved so much, that by Graduation, I was on the Honor Roll. He
encouraged me to go on to college, before joining the Police Academy. He said I
needed to work on my physical strengths and mental powers. He even offered to
help me in his off time, with my homework and strength training. Of course, I
majored in Police Sciences.
Captain Woodrow had stepped into the
shoes of my father. He really got to like me as well and took a personal
interest in seeing me succeed in my goals. He literally became my “Captain
Daddy”. I even got the nerve to ask him if I could
call him that, instead of Officer or Captain Woodrow. He was really touched
that I wanted to have him be like a foster father figure. “Captain
Daddy it is”, he said.
I had really fallen in love with my
Captain Daddy, and as I matured into a man, it became evident that there were
physical demands that I could no longer ignore. Whenever we worked out in the
gym, he would spot me on the weights, and spar with me in the ring. When it
came time to try wrestling, I had trouble hiding my true feelings for my
Captain Daddy. It was pretty obvious to him, that I got excited when we touched
in the wrestling positions. Afterwards, in the showers, he mentioned that I was
becoming quite a manly man, myself. He said my muscles were getting as big as
his, and the one, in particular, was growing especially well.
I was totally embarrassed, and got an
immediate erection. Captain Daddy just smiled, and told me how proud he was of
me right now. He reached over and put his hand on my cock, stroking it lightly.
I got shudders up and down my spine, and nearly fainted. He held me up in his
strong arms and told me it was all right. He whispered in my ear, “I love you
too”. He then kissed me full on the mouth.
Fortunately, there were no others in the shower area to see us. We finished
showering, dressed and went back to my dorm room.
It was the weekend, and my roommates
were out of town, visiting family or just having fun somewhere. Captain Daddy
suggested that we get an investigation underway.
He then slowly took off his clothes, and helped me with mine. He sat on
the bed, and had me come and sit on his lap. My dick led me right to him,
leaking all the way. “Captain Daddy is fine for a youngster to call
his father figure.” he said, “From now-on,
call me Dad, and I will call you Son. Deal?” He tickled
my dripping cock-head.
How could I refuse? I
loved him and he loved me. His big hard-on was evidence of that. It was poking
me pretty close to my bunghole. I said, “Yes, Dad,
but may I also call you ‘Sir’?” He lifted
me up with ease and lay me on the bed, saying “Permission
granted, Son.”
He gave me a really passionate kiss, and then started
tender kisses down my body to my cock. He took it in his lips and slowly sucked
it down his throat. I never knew that kind of exhilaration before. He was like a
vacuum cleaner with very strong suction, going up and down my shaft. He brought
me close to orgasm, but stopped just short to give me a calm-down, before
beginning again.
I wanted to reciprocate, so I asked him
if I could move around into a sixty-nine position. He obliged me by spinning
around so fast, I thought it was like one of his wrestling moves. Wait! That is
where all this began. Did he plot this? I needed to do some more investigating
on my own.
I liked my first taste of his cock. I
had not even touched it in the showers. It was like heaven. It was thick and
long and velvety and so, so hard. I had trouble getting all of his nine inches
in my mouth. Forget trying to deep throat it on my first time. I really tried
to do a good job, but my inexperience showed. He told me to take my time and
get used to the length and thickness. “Pull your
lower jaw forward, and your throat will open wider.
Just
remember to breathe on the out stroke.” He advised.
We spent the whole weekend getting to
know each and every part of each other’s bodies. We
only stopped to get something to eat, shower and use the toilet. By the time my
roommates came back, Dad had gone off to his job as a peace officer for the
day. He promised to take me on patrol to his apartment, whenever I did not have
a lot of studies to work on at night. That was fine with me. We did a lot of
investigations together, until I graduated. He was there, along with my mother,
to be proud of his Son.
He helped me join the Police Academy,
and aided in getting me into the top of my class. I now am his rookie, and
patrol the city with him. I even got to move into his place, to “save
expenses”. My mother is very happy that I have chosen a
good path, after all.
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