A Gift From His Daughter

Fred Archer was a big man, tall and with a strong, well-built body. He had started losing his hair early in life and now was bald with dark hair on the back and sides of his head, which he kept cut short. He wore a full beard, cut short like his hair. Like many bald men, he had a hairy chest and stomach and a thick patch around his large cock. Fred had suppressed certain feelings all his life. As a young man, he had admired the abilities and bodies of athletes, and unacceptable thoughts had passed through his head; but he had known they weren’t right and had banished them. In Sunday school, in church, and in school the correct moral values had been drilled into his psyche. The population of his mid-western town knew what was right, and were determined their children were going to do what was right. But as a middle-aged man, he had realized if he liked men too, it was nobody’s fucking business, and if he ever had the opportunity and decided to act on it, so be it. He had grown up, married, had a daughter and developed a thriving tire dealership. The one big disappointment in his life was his daughter. He didn’t know what they had done wrong, but she had grown up to be, not really spoiled, but believing she was entitled. If anyone gave her a gift or did her a favor she never said, “Thanks.”It was as if it was simply her due. Even as a small child she had been selfish, and always wanted what another kid had, even if it was the same as she already had. He found her unpleasant to be around. But evidently not everyone felt the same way. She had a boyfriend and announced they were getting married. It bothered Fred that Lance almanbahis hadn’t asked for his daughter’s hand. He knew that was old fashioned, but what bothered him was she didn’t think she had to ask permission to do anything, and that extended to anyone else that was connected to her. She was beautiful, that was true, but he couldn’t grasp why this good-looking fit young man would want to tie himself to her for the rest of his life. He pitied him, and before the wedding had a serious talk with him, telling him if he ever had any problems or anything he needed to talk about, he was there to listen and to advise. He knew Lance had never known his father and probably lacked guidance. He thought, “I give this marriage about six months.” Every day was a busy one at Fred’s business. He had six bays and ten employees, selling, changing and fixing tires. There was never a day that ended without him feeling tired but exalted. Today was no different. They had closed and after putting everything back in its place, the workers had gone. He was in his office wrapping things up when he heard a loud tapping on the front glass door. He looked out of his office door to make sure it was safe and saw it was Lance. He went into the store and let him in, saying, “Hi son, what’s up?” Lance said, “Hi Mr. Archer, I don’t want to bother you, but could I talk to you for a few minutes?” Fred said, “Sure, of course. Come on into the office in the back.” He led the way and when Lance passed through the door Fred closed it behind him. Fred sat back down in his swivel chair and Lance perched on a corner of the desk. “What’s up?” Fred asked, almanbahis yeni giriş and waited for an answer. Lance said nothing and Fred waited, thoughts swirling through his head.He thought, ‘I like this kid. I’m so happy he married my daughter. He’s part of the family now. He’s almost like the son I wanted. He’s a fine looking boy. You couldn’t really call him handsome. He’s on the short side, and handsome doesn’t fit. But cute isn’t right either. Not for a young man. Good-looking is too general. Aren’t there any other words, something more than cute, stronger than good-looking?’ Lance still hadn’t said anything.“What is it, Lance?” Fred finally asked. Lance looked down at the floor. “You said if I had any problems I couldn’t handle to come talk to you, Mr. Archer.” Fred thought, “My God, I thought six months. It hasn’t even been six weeks.” He said, “Why don’t you call me Dad, or Fred, Lance. So tell me, what’s this problem? Talk to me son.” Lance shifted on the desk and picked at a fingernail with his other hand. “I don’t know exactly how to say this, but, well, Cynthia won’t ‘conmusate’ us.” Fred wrinkled his brow, and then said, “Oh, do you mean consummate?” Lance nodded, “Yeah, she won’t consummate me.” “You mean she won’t consummate the marriage?” Fred said. Lance nodded again. Fred thought, “I don’t get it. I’m not sure he even knows what that means.” He said, “Look, son, I want to make sure I’m getting this clear. Do you mean you two haven’t had sex yet?” Lance shook his head and said, “Yeah. I mean no. I mean yeah, we haven’t.” Fred wasn’t sure what he could do about this. “Lance, haven’t you almanbahis giriş had sex of any kind?” he asked. Lance looked at him blankly.Fred decided he had to be more direct to get through. “OK, I’m going to be crude, but straight to the point. Are you saying you haven’t fucked her?” Lance looked startled but shook his head. “And she hasn’t sucked your cock?” Lance almost slipped off the desk.His eyes widened and he shook his head and said, “No, no.” as if such a thing was unheard of. Fred sat thinking for a minute, and then said, “Did she say why? Has she given you any reason for not doing it?” Lance looked down at the floor again, obviously uncomfortable. “Well?” Fred asked. “Yeah, she did.” Again there was silence. “Well?” Fred asked again, “Talk to me, Lance. I can’t help if I don’t know all the facts.” Lance almost whispered, “She says I’m too big.” Fred squinted at him. “Too big? In what way? Wait – do you mean your… member… is too big?”Lance nodded.Fred was thinking, ‘Jesus, am I dreaming, or being played for a fool? No, this is here and now, and I just struck gold.’He said out loud, “Well, I don’t know if that’s possible. I mean I’ve never heard of such a thing. Tell you what, for me to make an assessment I need to see it. Can I do that? Can you show it to me?” Lance shrugged and stood up, unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out a long thick piece of meat. Fred blinked. He thought, ‘Christ almighty, where did this boy get a cock like that?’ Hanging from Lance’s fly was a tube of flesh at least eight inches long and bigger around than Frank’s wrist. He was uncut, but his foreskin just covered the flare of his cock head. Fred felt saliva flooding his mouth and his own cock stir in his pants. He looked up at Lance’s face and back down at his cock. Lance’s gaze followed Fred’s, and he automatically touched his cock, which made Fred’s jump.