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Daddy Whore

londonboy

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“Look at you boning up just because I took off my shirt.  You are a daddy whore aren’t you, kid.”

 

“I’m not really a kid, I’m twenty-nine years old, sir.”

 

“You’re a kid if I call you one, kid.  Don’t forget I can toss you across this room if I want to.  That makes me the grown up and you the kid.”

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Drop your drawers, kid.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Lose the trousers.  I want to see that hard cock of yours poking out the material of your briefs.”

 

I undid my belt and let my pants fall to the ground.  

 

“That’s a circus tent right there, kid.  It’s a pretty thick pole, too.  This old man’s rod is twice as thick, though, and a hell of a lot longer.  Stroke yourself through your underwear.”

 

“What?”

 

“I said stroke yourself, son.  Take a gander at this hard muscle daddy body of mine and stroke yourself.  Remember, you’re here for my enjoyment.”

 

I reached around my hardness and pulled back and forth – taking the cotton briefs with the motion my hand.  

 

“That’s a good little daddy whore, kid.  Look at my fucking arm, son.  Makes your juices boil, doesn’t it?”

 

“Yes sir, it does.”

 

He flexed his right arm on the back of the chair and looked at his own bulging gun.  I swear his own body turned him on as much as it did me – maybe even more.  We gazed in silence as he squeezed his fist a few times to make the biceps dance a little. It was mesmerizing.  

 

“Fucking big daddy guns. So huge.  This body was made for pleasing, son.  Turn around.  I want to see your ass.

 

I did as I was told. He let out a loud whistle as soon as I turned around.  

 

“Oh hell yeah, that’s a nice little package for me to open up later on.  I bet you’re as tight as shit, aren’t you, squirt.”

 

“I hope so, sir.”

 

“Hope so?  Man, grow some balls.  A good bottom always knows if he’s tight or not.  Be proud of that ass of yours.  It’s damn hot.  It was made to make big men like me happy.  So, is that ass of yours tight as shit, boy?”

 

“Yes sir, it’s very tight.”

 

“Yeah, it looks tight. That’s a mighty fine bubble butt. Back up so I can get a handful of that, son.”

 

Again, I did as I was told. His big hand roughly grabbed some of my ass meat and he squeezed hard enough to make me have tears in my eyes, but it felt good, too.  He kneaded my ass and emitted approving grunts for a few minutes.  I looked back and he had his other hand down his undone shorts, clearly stroking himself in appreciation of my ass.

 

“Fucking hell, I’m going to pound that sweet thing so hard later on.  First, we’re going to continue our little conversation and play some more, but later on I’m going to have you screaming with pleasure, squirt.  I can guarantee you that.  Does that sound good, boy?”

 

“Yes sir, very good.”

 

“Sit in my lap so I can grind my hard dick against that ass of yours.”

 

I plopped down hard, knowing it would give him a thrill.  He instantly started rocking his pole into my ass.

 

“I’m so fucking horny we might just have to skip to the plowing a lot sooner than I anticipated, there, squirt.  My big muscle daddy body has so much testosterone kicking around in it, I can’t seem to wait longer than two to three hours before needing to yank on my meat or plow the nearest ass or mouth.  Play with my tits, boy.  They deserve some attention.”

 

I turned my body to face him, making sure I pressed down hard against his cock as I twisted my butt around. I knelt in the chair, my knees on either side of his waist.  He continued to dry hump my ass from below.  I grabbed hold of his jutting nipples and squeezed with all my might, which caused him to only mutter ‘fuck yeah’ under his breath.  My full strength only brought pleasure to his pecs, my tight squeezing didn’t hurt him in any way.

 

“Yeah, my muscle daddy tits love your abuse, son.   You’re using all of your strength, aren’t you?  Aged beef can be so tough, kid.  Let’s see what that mouth of yours can do.”

 

One of his huge hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into his stone like muscled pec. I immediately started sucking.  I could feel the incredible power he had in just one arm as he held my face plastered to his chest.   

 

“Yeah, that’s a good little muscle pig.  Feast on that chest, boy.  Make that cock under your ass pulse with excitement.  That’s some mighty fine slurping.”

 

A finger had made its way beyond the waistband of my underwear and was now teasing my tight hole mercilessly.  This big man had large thick fingers and he knew how to use them to make my ass pucker with anticipation.  Meanwhile, my nose was starting to ache from being smashed into his hard muscle.  

 

“How ‘bout you clean this daddy’s pits, boy.  I was lifting earlier today and they’re pretty rank.  They could both use a good tongue scrubbing.”

 

The big older man lifted his left arm into a monstrous biceps flex and I immediately moved my face into the furry cavern under his bulging gun.  What he called rank smelled like heaven to me and it tasted like man honey. I lapped salty masculine sweat up with my tongue in the same way a dog drinks water after a long run.  

 

“Damn, kid, you’re one of the best daddy whores I’ve ever met.  You’ve got a Hoover for a mouth, don’t you?  We’ll have to put that to good use in a little while.  I’ll give you something big enough to suck on it will bring tears to your eyes, not to mention a little stretching to your throat. You’re gonna soon have that manly pit cleaner than it’s ever been before.”

 

His finger suddenly popped into my chute and that made me lurch forward, slamming my face harder into the muscle-surrounded pit.  I was basically now a finger puppet he was controlling completely.  I never stopped my lapping, though.  I was too focused on trying to suck down some of his cocky daddy-ness into my body.  I had a feeling I’d be walking a little more erect and confident in about an hour because I was soaking up so much of his senior muscle testosterone.  I also go the feeling he could easily send an entire junior high school through puberty by just walking into the place.  My ass cheeks squeezed tightly as his finger seemed to be widening my hole for something much bigger later on.  

 

“Yeah, that surely is a fucking tight hole, you sweet thing.  You’re gonna think I’m trying to stick a silo up your ass when I finally plow you.  Good thing this big body has a lot of power, cause I think entering that hole of yours is going to be harder than trying to get into Fort Knox.  Don’t you worry your pretty little head, son, cause this big man can thrust with the power of a bull.  You’re going to still feel me inside of you for weeks to come, boy. I’m a daddy that knows how to please.”        

 

I was now beyond excited. The manly aroma, the finger invasion of my ass, the flexed biceps near my face, and the sex talk by this muscle master was getting to be too much to handle.  I was scared I was going to either self-combust or pass out from being turned on so much.  The big man could tell he was becoming hotter than I could handle.  He pulled his finger out of my hole with a loud pop, lowered his flexed gun, and moved my face back to one of his jutting nipples.

 

“Suck on that for a while, boy.  We need to calm you down a little.  That engine of yours isn’t used to running on muscle daddy overdrive for so long.  God, you’re a cute little fucker, though. Gonna squeeze that pretty head of yours with my big gun, boy. I just gotta do it.  Yeah, feel that daddy power, son.  Feels like I could crush that skull of yours if I wanted to, doesn’t it?”

 

I didn’t answer him – for two reasons, really.  One, he was kind of just talking to himself, getting off on his own muscles.  And, two, I was gone – in some kind of la-la land sucking on his big chest and feeling his huge gun and forearm squeezing the shit out of my head.  I was lost in his daddy power and he knew it.  

 

“That mouth of yours is so fucking hot, boy.  My nip feels like some turbo jet engine is trying to suck it off of me.  I think it’s time you met my friend, Giant Pete. You’re gonna like him.  I think you’ll soon see that the name fits.  I also think you’ll be able to make Giant Pete very, very happy.”

 

The elder muscleman easily lifted my body away from his.  My mouth sounded like a suction cup being removed from glass as he roughly pulled me away.  He stood me in front of him.  God, he had the sexiest buzz cut and two of the hottest ears I’d ever seen in my entire life.  And he had a fucking hard body that just could not stop glowing because of his huge muscles.  

 

“Pull off my shorts, boy . . . slowly, real slow.  Let’s introduce you to Giant Pete.”

 

I was on my knees immediately, tugging his shorts and underwear down at the same time.  The guy’s gaze was glued to my face.  He was waiting to get a ringside view of my reaction. I had learned early on that when it came to pleasing muscle daddies, I had actually been endowed with super powers – so to speak.  I could swallow cock like you would not believe.  Those super powers, however, did not prepare me for the King Dong that was unveiled as I pulled down the big man’s pants.  Giant Pete was not only incredibly long; he was – indeed – twice as thick as my own manly tool.  I could feel my throat gag a little just from the sight of the monstrosity.  It looked like something I could swing to hit a baseball. And Giant Pete looked as hard and muscular as the rest of the big man.  My face hid none of my surprise and none of my fear.  He sat back down on the chair.  

 

“Didn’t see that monstrous thing coming, did you, kid?  This muscle daddy has quite a few surprises, doesn’t he?  No other surprise comes close to being as huge as Giant Pete, though. It’s my secret weapon, my massive plowing machine.  Careful, there, you might start drooling – now that the initial shock has worn off. That tool right there has brought more men to their knees than a church filled to the brim on Christmas.  And no one’s ever said no to worshipping the thing, either.  Show me what that mouth of yours can really do, boy.”

 

Seeing the muscle daddy completely nude – all massive with his hard bulges – and taking in that huge gorgeous cock got my motor running more than anything else had up to that point. I was instantly fully charged for the task at hand.  I surprised the hell out of the older stud by gulping his hard redwood-like tool into my mouth with one deep swallow.  This had clearly never happened before and he was nowhere near ready for the jolt of pleasure my action would give.  He grabbed the arms of the chair and his butt shot forward off of the seat, forcing his cock even deeper into my throat.  He let out a loud deep moan, which made him sound the pornographic foghorn of an ocean liner.  I instantly regained my abilities to please a muscle daddy in mysterious ways.  

 

“Fucking hell, kid, where did that come from.  You’re a Grade A cocksucker, aren’t you?  Hell, that almost put me over the edge.  You’ve got some talent with that . . . whoa, kid . . . slow down, now.  I’m losing control.  You’re going to make me explode.  Wait . . . boy . . . daddy’s losing . . . no, no, NOOO . . . unhhhhhhhh!!!!”

 

This is what I had really wanted from the start, to show him what I was capable of.  I was younger and smaller, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have some skills.  He shot the kind of daddy load into my mouth that I had come to love so much – hot, thick, and tons of it.  Damn, he was a virile man.  His crotch was thrusting like a well-lubed piston and my mouth was receiving him like a kid getting the Christmas gift he’s always dreamed of.  I swallowed fast and hard, accepting every drop he offered and making him cum even more than he ever thought he could.  My big old daddy man was yelling like some kind of animal that’s been wounded.  I guess in a way he had, not wanting the orgasm to come and all.  I knew he’d be defenseless against my mouth.  I had taken on rougher and tougher men, but no one had ever been the size of his Giant Pete.  As I sucked that giant monster dry I knew I was sealing the deal on a long-term relationship.  I could tell the muscle daddy squirting forever down my throat was getting a new perspective of the little man he thought he’d picked up for just one night. I knew I’d be able to ask for diamonds or pearls once this man quit shooting.  

 

“Fuck . . . fuck . . . fuck . . . I’m still coming!  How can you . . . unh . . . unh . . . do that . . . unh, kid?”

 

I continued to squeeze his long pole with my throat and it continued to offer me its sweet prize. Finally, the big daddy’s ass fell back down on the chair, but my mouth traveled with Giant Pete and kept on sucking. The elder muscleman let go of his death grip on the arms of the chair, took a deep breath, and physically pushed my head away from his cock.  There was a loud pop as Giant Pete escaped from my lips.  That gorgeous huge daddy chest was heaving up and down and the man had his eyes closed as he tried desperately to calm his body down, having to take breaths between some words as he spoke.    

 

“That’s a . . . weapon of . . . mass destruction.  That’s . . . what . . . that . . . mouth is.  Damn, boy . . . I’ve never had that . . . kind of explosion before.   You’re not . . . human.”

 

I knelt in front of him licking my lips and beaming at his compliments.  His entire tone – his entire way of interacting with me had changed. He rubbed his hands up and down on his face, as if he were trying to make sure all of this was real – that it had truly happened.  He finally looked right at me, his body was sort of under control by this point, and smiled.  That’s when I decided to wreck him again.

 

“My ass is more talented than my mouth.”

 

“Fucking hell that makes me the happiest man on the planet.  If I had an engagement ring on me right now I’d be down on one knee. Wait, I think I have a cock ring in the drawer of my beside table.  I can slap that thing on you as my pledge of devotion.  Come here, you sweet bundle of goodness, you.  I need to kiss that golden mouth.  No one has ever made Giant Pete so happy or ejaculate so hard.”

 

The big man easily lifted my body onto his.  He sat me on his lap, but this time it was welcoming and soothing.  His hands massaging my body as he brought his hot mouth against mine.  The kiss was full of passion, not dominance.  My oral skills had obviously won over a new fan.  His tongue explored my mouth lovingly, while his hands continued to caress me.  When we came up for air he spoke completely different than he had earlier.  

 

“Need anything, baby doll? Need me to do anything?”  

 

“Just hold me with those big daddy muscles.”

 

“Oh baby, I’ll hold you real tight.  I’ll squeeze you, too.  I’ll do whatever you want me to, cute man.”

 

In my mind I thought about how the tide had changed.  I had this big man wrapped around my little finger.  It made me smile.  Now, who was the daddy whore?

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