I can't deny it. The vacation was fateful and changed the course of my life.
I was at the Fire Island beach, a place that a co-worker recommended. While he did snicker when he said it was ideal for a guy like me, it sounded ideal for a much-needed break. Although I had never heard of the place, based on his recommendation and the fact that I had no other plans, I decided to try it out.
Tired from a long 6 months of non-stop daily construction meetings, changes to the design and build drawings, finally getting the project through funding, I was spent.
I lay in the sun, my speedo the only thing I was wearing at the time. Having had enough sun on my chest and face, I rolled over on my stomach.
I thought how wonderful it would be to have shared this vacation with someone. I had no one in my life at the time. I honestly have never been in a relationship. I lay there thinking about being with someone special, having sex with a person other than my hand.
I must have fallen asleep because out of nowhere I felt hands on my back. I tried to turn to see who was violating my personal space but strong hands held me in place. "Shh, baby. Let daddy protect you from sun burn.
I have to admit that his hands, massaging my back as he applied the sunscreen felt very good. I could feel the stress leaving my neck and shoulders and felt more relaxed than ever.
I didn't resist when he spread my legs a little. His hands were magic.
When he got to the inside of my knees, my dick responded. I was surprised because I'd never been with a man before, never. I had dated a couple women and found sex with them to be adequate, but I wasn't a puss hound by any stretch. One date with me was enough for them to start seeing other people.
All that said, I had never given any thought of being with a man, a dude.
I wasn't thinking about that now as his hands began a soft sensuous caressing of my inner thighs. I heard myself moan in appreciation and opened my legs a little further apart.
I remember how wonderful it felt when he reached the bottom of my buttocks. His strong hands kneading me. I knew I had pushed back wanting more. I didn't fight it when his hand reached under me and cupped my balls just before he squeezed my erection.
"My baby girl likes what her daddy is doing."
I heard him refer to me as his girl but as my arousal grew, my rational thoughts diminished. "Yes, daddy," I groaned.
I felt his hand slip under the bottom of my speedo. He squeezed and kneaded my butt. "Nice ass, baby girl."
I didn't answer. I was holding my breath hoping that he would do what I thought he was going to do to me.
Still, when his finger probed my anus, I heard myself squeak, "No, please."
My words fell on deaf ears. His finger entered me. The sunscreen acted as a lube and it felt wonderful.
He began to slowly finger fuck me eliciting moans from me. I almost squealed out loud when I felt his second finger in me. My mind grew hazy and lust filled. I was not able to control myself. At that moment, I was his and he knew it.
I raised my ass and attempted to get on my hands and knees, but daddy pushed my shoulders down so that only my big round bottom was up and humping back on his invading digits
I turned my face from side to side, grunting and groaning, dimly aware of others walking past and witnessing me being sodomized. Nothing and no one mattered at that point.
When I turned to face my left, I saw knees by my head. Daddy positioned himself so that I could get a look at the bulge in his swimsuit. I wanted to bury my face in his crotch, something I'd never thought I'd ever find exciting.
But his hand on my upper back held me in place as he continued to finger fuck me until I began to cum.
Right there in public, I had the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life. I kept bucking and thrusting my ass back at his hand. The side of my speedo had slipped up and half my bottom was exposed. I cared not the least. All I could concentrate on was the wonderful orgasm daddy was giving me. I screamed into my blanket before actually biting it.
When he pulled his hand away, I collapsed in best after-glow ever. I lay there with a smile on my face feeling like a new man.
When at last I pulled myself together I sat up and looked for the man who calls himself daddy. But I was alone on my blanket, no one near me.
Had I dreamed it? Was it my imagination?
I could feel my anus quivering and knew that someone had been there. After several minutes, I gathered myself and my things and returned to the condo I'd rented for the week.
It was a lovely way to start my well-deserved vacation though it did occur to me that a strange man, finger fucking me on a public beach was most unusual.
I showered and rinsed out my cum filled speedo and took a nap. Waking at 5, I looked at the literature provided by the rental agency and selected a restaurant near-by.
Being summer, the place was crowded. Families with children over ran the place. Figuring that all restaurants would be filled the same, I opted to eat in the lounge.
I was sitting at the bar sipping on a Daiquiri and waiting for my crab salad when a large nicely dressed and very good-looking gentleman sat down beside me.
We nodded at each other in acknowledgement of each other's presence. He ordered a dirty martini and the blackened grouper.
His drink came and we sat in silence for a few minutes. Being crowded, our server already told us there would be a twenty-minute wait for our orders.
"Look, a table over there just opened up. Join me?"
I looked and saw that one of those high tables you find in many bars had indeed become available. "We'd better hurry," I said standing up.
We claimed the table and I watched as he went back to tell the bartender where we had moved to.
When he came back, he introduced himself to me. "I'm Harold but you can call me Hal."
I shook his hand and told him my name is johnnie.
Hal was probably 20 years older than me. The gray temples gave him a distinguished look. He was broad shouldered and his handshake firm.
I would say that he was probably 6" taller than me and weighed maybe 180, another 45 pounds heavier than I am wet.
We talked about the beach and the crowds. He asked if I met anyone or had any unusual experiences while I was on the beach.
"Uh, no. Not really," I lied.
"Funny, johnnie. I think we've already met."
It took me a minute befoe I comprehended what he was saying. "That was you?" I blushed.
Hal reached across the table and put his hand on top of mine. "It was baby. I apologize if you are offended in any way. I simply was unable to resist such a lovely body."
Again, I blushed. "Thank you, Hal, or should I call you daddy?"
Hal smiled and interlocked his finger with mine. "I'd like that baby. I would love to be your daddy."
I didn't know what to say. I never thought of being with a man before, but I had to admit it to myself, the orgasm Hal had given me earlier was the best.
"Hal, er, um daddy, what does you being my daddy mean?"
His other hand moved to my face. He held my cheek and chin using his thumb to outline my lips.
"So soft and plump," he sighed avoiding my question.
I asked it again, though it was hard to talk with his thumb on my mouth. "What does you being my daddy mean?"
"I think we would be better served to have this conversation later, perhaps in my condo."
"Maybe," I said non-committal.
"Did you like what I did for you today?"
"It was okay," I said being coy.
"It was the first time anyone played with that pussy you're sitting on, I'll bet."
"Maybe," I said still being cute.
"Maybe I'll warm that fat ass up if you don't start giving me straight answers, bitch."
The way he said that made me tingle inside. Hal was a man's man. I could sense his impatience with me. "Yes daddy. That was my first time."
"Good. Now we're getting somewhere. Are you hard right now?"
I was surprised to see that I was. "Yes, daddy," I said quietly.
Our meals finally came. We ate quickly. Daddy wanted to get me off somewhere private. I could only imagine what was in-store for me.
What's more, and I know this sounds crazy, I wanted to be alone with him too. He made me curious about me being his and then there was my still intermittent quivering anus.
Daddy led me to his condo. It was much like the one I rented except it had a doorman. "I see you rented one like I did," I said making nervous conversation.
"No baby. I don't rent. This is mine. The one you rented in that other building is mine as well."
Daddy pointed to an ottoman and told me to kneel beside it. He sat in the chair in front of the ottoman and looked at me as though he was studying me sizing me up.
"You asked what it means to be your daddy. Well young lady, like all daddies, it falls to me to teach you, train you, mold and groom you to be the best possible johnnie. It is also my duty to correct you, punish you, and see to it that you learn to respect real men."
I was surprised to hear all that. Surprised and somehow a little turned on. "Daddy, I'm a grown man."
"Oh, really? You consider yourself a man?"
Caught off guard, I stuttered, "I am."
"Strip baby. Take off your clothes and show daddy just how much of a man you are."
When I hesitated, daddy became more forceful. "You can get naked now or you can get the fuck out of my apartment and out of my sight."
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt. Don't ask me why I stayed and did as I was told. There was something about being in his presence that was almost magnetic for me.
Daddy was watching me closely and I had a difficult time of making eye contact with him.
I kicked off my loafers and unbuttoned my pants. I must have shown some hesitation because I heard daddy clear his voice and knew he was becoming impatient with me.
I dropped my khakis and stood there in my boxer shorts.
"You're not finished."
