Daddy - My Two Dads Ch. 01

I opened the pill bottle still half asleep from sleeping in to noon and poured two caplets into my palm. I swallowed them quickly, before my mother heard me in the kitchen. Not that she would have been concerned.

I had been on Prozac for three weeks now, starting it just before my first college semester ended. Now, home for a long winter break, I was upping my dose to two 20 mg pills a day.

"It may affect your sex drive and make it difficult to perform. You will have erections, but reaching orgasm can be difficult." I laughed on the inside when my doctor warned me of the antidepressant's dreaded side effects. After my girlfriend and I split up last summer so she could attend her Ivy League University, I hadn't had any sexual needs at all. Or so I had lead myself to believe.

I retreated to my room where I was still unpacking my suitcase from college.

"What's the use of putting all these clothes away? I'll be driving back to campus in a few weeks." Peering out my large bay window overlooking our four car garage I saw the upscale neighborhood I grew up in the last five years. The air was cool this time of year in the Pacific Northwest and overcast clouds cast a permanent sense of sadness over the landscape. I missed the warmth and optimism of summer. But since attending a private expensive college without my friends, I had gown solemn and taciturn.

Bling Bling! My iPhone alerted me to a new text message. It was Tracy.

"Hope your first semester went okay. I'm staying in New York for the holidays, see you in the summer break?"

My ex-girlfriend won't be around--I guess it will just be me.

I type my response, "Hope you had a fun semester..." after I pause, I don't bother to push send.

I lay back on my bed, close my eyes, and try to drift off to sleep. I want the holiday to be over soon.

Maybe it was the Prozac, but I slept until 4:30 in the afternoon. I had been having an erotic dream about Tracy.

She was you typical "good girl", a band nerd. The two of us never had sex, didn't even get past first base. We had a few make out sessions lying here on my twin mattress with our lips locked and tongues dancing but that as far as it went. Several times l placed her hand on the zipper of my jeans hopping she would get the hint. Only once did she stoke my member through my jeans. It hung hard down my pant leg, and Tracy gently tranced its 9" length along my Levis. She stopped kissing me and remarked, "Wow!", but then pulled her hand away. It was one of the few times she made me feel good.

Lying on the bed, I pulled out my cock. I was rock hard thinking of Tracy. Despite her leaving away from me for an Ivy League education, I was still hot for her, she had long blond hair and soft lips. For a thin 18 y/o coed, she had perky C tits and a tight curvy butt. Too bad she only let me touch them though her clothes.

I gently stroked the shaft carelessly up and down; despite being a virgin who had never officially "used" my cock, I had always liked it. The head was bulbous and thick, much wider than the already girthy shaft. Once, I had measured the length after Tracy and I had one of our unfulfilling make out sessions. I was over 9" long-- but it was my large mushroom head that I thought made my cock so unique. Sometimes I wondered if I would even fit inside a woman. It made me wonder if Tracy had thought I was simply too thick and long for her. I knew the average woman's vagina was only around 5-6" long, where would the rest of my manhood fit inside her? Too bad no one knew...

It was starting to get dark outside, and my mom had left for her therapy session with my father. Ever since my dad moved out almost two years ago, they had therapy each week, and, while they may finally be talking with one another, they had been distant with me. To clear my head, I bundled up and took a stroll around the neighborhood. When my family moved into this upscale neighborhood, I marveled at the small, elegant estates. The Richardson's had their small English Tudor, the Billings with their Spanish home