[Note: please read the story called "smooth daddy", which is the introduction to the story below. Thanks for your comments.. enjoy] He never kept his hands on me for too long, and tends to take it on and off. He normally puts it on me whenever telling me some of his favorite parts of the story, such as moments where he done something devious or something that he was proud of. He never made it obvious that he was enjoying it. Although he appeared happy whenever he rested his hands on me, he normally disguised his true enjoyment behind the mask of the pleasure attributable to his own story-telling and plots. He loved telling me his stories, probably because I was a good listener and allowed him to continue telling his stories even whenever I was getting bored. \"You\'re such a lovely boy you know that? I\'ve not told anyone these stories in a long time, and no one has asked me, and its bringing back so many old memories\", he told me once, with a compassionate look on his face, and then added \"I can\'t tell you how much i appreciate all the hard work you\'ve done, and being a very pleasant boy\". For a brief moment, he looked like he wanted to move in and cuddle me, but then he just patted me on the back. Whenever it was time for me to go home, he would normally show me out by saying \"Thanks for your help. Good night my boy\", but his sparkling blue eyes always seemed to wander around, almost as if he wanted to tell me something more but he never got around to it or never found the right moment. When college approached the end of the semester, I was getting very busy and began to skip going around to his house. One time, it had been a month since I visited, and I had arranged to visit his house. He opened the door, with a big smile on his face, dressed in his favorite blue shirt with formal trousers, and said \"How was your trip around the world?\", we laughed and then he added \"Have you left me for another girlfriend of yours?\" His face had fake smile on it and I knew he felt like he missed me very much and felt a bit lonely without my company. It was around lunch time, and he had already cooked everything before my entrance. \"I cooked your favorite dish my son, and you\'re gonna need to really eat up now, as you\'re gonna need the energy to make up for one month\'s worth of work!\" he said with a loud laugh. We finished our meal, and then I asked him \"So what should I start off doing?\". He responded with, \"Relax my son! Tonight you can relax, you\'ve been under lots of stress recently and I just wanted to treat you to a nice relaxing evening\". Again he had a smile on his face, but yet there was also a slightly devious and mysterious look in his eyes that kept my mind constantly wondering. \"Come with me son\" he said as he took me into his living room and sat me on the comfortable leather sofa. The room was nice and warm and the room had dim lighting to it. \"Take your shoes off, and relax my boy, whilst I go and pour some wine\". I took his advice and removed my shoes and socks, and laid my head back on the sofa and i must admit that this was so relaxing it felt like the leather cushion was wrapping itself around my neck and massaging me. After he returned with the wine we had a few drinks and spoke more about the going-ons of the last month. As I was talking, to my surprise, he said \"You still look a little stiff to me, now put your legs onto the sofa and let your head rest on the arm of the chair, and tell me how that feels?\". I followed his advice, and my neck and back fell slowly into the shape of the sofa, whist Brian, my neighbor, was sitting on the other end near my feet. \"That\'s my boy\" he said. At that point I had my eyes closed, and suddenly I felt a warm sensation around my feet and opened my eyes and saw him holding my feet into his hands and gently massaging them. I was so shocked with excitement that I was completely speechless and remained silent and slowly breathed through my nose. Trying to shift my attention away from what he was doing, he responded with \"So tell me more about your lucky girl\". I responded with \"the last one never worked out, as she moved away to a different college and so we drifted apart\". He now seemed to lift my feet a bit higher and moved in a bit closer so that my feet could rest onto his lap, and he began stroking both of my feet a bit more. \"The girl must be very silly to leave such a fit and healthy lad like you..\", he said as his eyes aimed directly into mine and then slowly he rotated downwards taking a good look at my full body, from my shirt down to my jeans and noticed the bulge forming with my cock, and then looked back into my eyes. \"Are you feeling better now?\". Before I responded he got up from the sofa and said \"i must tell you another secret of mine. Stand up for a second my boy\". I stood up and he stood directly in front of me, almost the same height but twice the size of me in every other way, and said \"has anyone told you that you have beautiful eyes\". \"No.\" I responded. \"Or that you have a very cute and inviting smile that makes me want to....\" He swiftly moved his hands around my waist and rushed his mouth into mine and started to gently let his experienced tongue to mould and fully acquaint itself with my boyish, untrained tongue. As he moved inside my mouth, I can feel his hands still stroking my buttocks, and feel his belly brushing against mine and his i can feel him breathing very heavily out of his nose and gradually moving more aggressively into my mouth. I felt so excited i could not think straight at all, my body was boiling in all parts and my heart drumming away and I suddenly felt like I felt completely fulfilled, with every body part fulfilling its destiny with no confusion, and the sensation was unlike anything ever felt before. The sensation was like a drug causing me to do whatever it takes to increase the sensation even more, and the only way to do this is to give this old man complete ownership of my soul and let him reach into me and make him a part of me.