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      Slutty_boys, Sexual_Fantasy, Age_Difference, bara
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      Published: 2017-08-20 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2546
****** Big Daddy ******
by konokoz10
Summary
     Cocky boy gets addicted to an older man, and describes their sexual
     escapades.
Notes
     I dedicate this mini-series to all my naughties who fantasied about
     having illegal sex with a hot adult when they were younger- like I
     did.
     – Kono
Pj shuddered hard and I felt his cock twitch then he filled my ass with his
thick lubricating semen. He let loose three hard blasts before slowly pulling
out and collapsing beside me in a sweaty heap. He was out like a light,
unconcerned about my still throbbing cock ready for its turn to cum too.
Pj was a good boyfriend but he was such a quick shot. It’s to be expected from
a young guy. I got up and put on his basketball jersey, leaving his cum to
trickle down my leg before heading downstairs.
Now the real fun was about to start.
Downstairs in the dark living room, the tv murmured and the light flickered
colorfully as the channels switched from one to another. Across from the tv on
the couch Mr. Braxton sat sipping from his favorite drinking glass. I assumed
scotch because he always tasted like scotch. He looked over at me and smiled.
“That was quick,” He smirked. “I only started hearing the bed rock about 10
minutes ago.”
I walked over to him and took a sip from his glass. “You’ve spoiled me. I need
more than 10 minutes to satisfy me now.”
“Then come here. I’ll give you what you want.” He patted his lap, and he was
pitching a giant tent in his pajama bottoms.
I crawled onto his lap then laced my arms around him. His hands reached behind
me and felt around my butt.
“Your ass is wet and nasty. You two weren’t using a condom?”
“No.”
“I thought I told you that I was the only one allowed to breed you?”
“I’m sorry big daddy,” I wiggled on his lap. “But I thought it would be hot for
you to fuck me with Pj’s cum inside me.”
He smirked again, “I don’t know if that’s fun for me, but I’ll make sure to
rinse his out with mine.”
I leaned against his big chest and kissed him. I loved his kisses. They were
long and slow, and our slippery tongues went deep in each other’s mouths. They
were so intense that they had the potential to make me cum. He sucked on my
tongue while his hands wandered up Pj’s jersey, exposing even more of my half
naked body. He played with my nipples and sucked on my neck, his beard tickling
my skin. Feeling how hard his fat cock was through his pants made me perk up
with pride knowing that I was the cause for his arousal.
This was Mr. Phil Braxton- Pj’s dad. He started fucking me when Pj and I
started going out. They lived down the street from me. They were kinda rich and
had the biggest house on the block since Mr. Braxton owned a chain of
restaurants throughout the city. Pj and I were sophomores in high school, and
we hung out around the neighborhood together.
Pj wanted to keep our relationship a secret, but Mr. Braxton found out about us
when Pj couldn’t help himself and roughly did me in their backyard by their
pool, and he caught us on their security camera. He secretly confronted me, and
I tried to think of an excuse for Pj. However, Mr. Braxton told me that he
wasn’t mad.
“I can see why he couldn’t help himself, you’re a sexy boy.” He said brazenly.
“Just keep it inside so no one else will see you two.” He winked at me, and
left it at that.
I was shocked. He called me sexy. Did that mean he liked me? This old 40- 50-
year-old geezer liked me?
Gross.
Thinking back, I could recall him weirdly staring at me when I rode past his
house on my bike. He did compliment me all the time whenever I came around, and
he’d stare provocatively at me while I played baseball with the guys down the
street in the field across from his house.
I was confused and creeped out at first. Why was this guy staring at me like
that? What was he thinking about? What did he want? The more I thought about
the possible answers, the more I started to get aroused by them.
He didn’t seem like a weirdo. He was down to earth, savvy, and everyone around
the neighborhood liked him. I mean- he wasn’t ugly. He dressed business casual
all the time, and he wore a cool gold watch on his left wrist, but he was the
complete opposite of the type of guys that I liked.
He was a couple inches taller and sturdier than the average man. Not fat, but
he looked like he could clean a few plates in one sitting. One of the hairiest
dudes I’ve ever seen. He kept his black hair short and his beard trimmed
nicely, but hair covered his arms and legs, and when he lifted his shirt to
scratch, a thick trail of hair went down into his jeans.
I liked athletic, not hairy, young guys! However, the more I stared at his body
the more I started getting horny by it. A few times I fantasied about how hot
it would be to be made a plaything out of by a sexy bearish guy like him.
Because of this, I started watching porn that had men having sex with twinkish
boys like me. It was hot watching those boys get fucked in all those positions,
crying out daddy. Before all this, I thought calling another man daddy was
weird. My friends made fun saying only boys with daddy issues called men daddy.
Daddy issues or not, those boys looked like they were having a fun time, taking
fat cocks in their asses while getting spanked. I wanted to get fucked and
spanked too. I wanted to get fucked by an older man!
So, I started riding my bike by Mr. Braxton’s house slower, and I’d acknowledge
his staring with a quick wink. When he was outside watching us play baseball, I
pretended to stretch out on base and bend over for him so he could get a view
of my ass in lycra shorts.
One day he confirmed my suspicions.
Pj and I were on the couch at his house because I had hurt myself playing
baseball. He went to get a heat pad then Mr. Braxton walked in. We exchanged
the regular formalities about school and work then we talked about baseball.
That’s when he complimented me on my great stride on the field.
“Looking really good out there Georgy.”
“Thanks, but apparently not. I just pulled a damn muscle.” I rubbed my thigh.
“Uh oh. That’s no good.” He said, sitting next to me. “I’ve pulled muscles
pretty bad before too. Would you like me to check it out?” He smiled
confidently.
“Ok.” I answered after eyeing him curiously.
“Alright,” He scooted closer then placed his hand on my upper thigh. “Does it
hurt here?” He asked.
Yes, but instead I shook my head, so he slid his hand far inwards and his
fingertips grazed the bottom of my sac.
“How about here?”
“No.” I opened my legs more. I was getting really hard, really fast, and he
saw.
“Does it hurt…” He placed his full hand on my crotch, and I jumped slightly at
the feeling of his large hand cupping my entire crotch. “Here?” He started
pressing against it, and I moaned quietly while he lightly squeezed my package.
“Is this where it hurts, Georgy? It feels really tense here.”
“Yes sir. It hurts really bad there.” I blurted.
“I bet. Want me to massage here?”
“Yes sir.”
I spread my knees apart so he could massage more, and I humped against his
heavy hand. He stared me in the eye while watching me squirm in his warm grip
and quietly listened to me moan then he inched closer to my ear.
“If you need me to massage here or anywhere else it hurts, you let me know. Any
time you want it.”
We stopped because we heard Pj coming down the stairs with the heat pad. I
needed sex with him immediately so we went to his room and he fucked my brains
out.
The neighborhood I lived in was very active. Neighborhood parties and get-
togethers were a frequent thing that everyone attended, so Mr. Braxton invited
everyone to a 4th of July pool party at his house. It was awesome. His
restaurant catered, and there was music. Plus, He had a big backyard and pool.
I played with Pj and the rest of the neighborhood gang in the pool, keeping an
inconspicuous eye on Mr. Braxton.
He sat in a lawn chair while drinking and chatting with the adults, but his
head slowly swiveled back and forth as his eyes followed me from behind his sun
glasses as I splashed around in the cool water. He was wearing T-shirt,
flipflops, and dad shorts, but I could tell that he wasn’t wearing underwear,
and I spotted a hefty sized bulge. He caught me looking and spread his legs out
further so I could see it more. To thank him, I made sure to dive in the pool
in front of him and get out near him too, so he could enjoy my ass in my blue
clingy swim shorts. His seemingly indirect smile, communicating his
appreciative thoughts clearly for me to read.
All his staring and the thick sexual tension between us was starting to get to
me and I was getting hard, and it was difficult to hide, so I ran inside to the
bathroom before anyone saw.
In the bathroom, I took off my shorts and quickly started masturbating to the
thought of Mr. Braxton. I wanted him to come in and find me like this, naked
and jerking off desperately. It was a risky move, but I unlocked the door and
sat on the toilet stroking myself waiting for something to happen. My heart was
pounding, and my cock couldn’t have been harder. If someone else other than him
or Pj walked in I’d die of embarrassment, but I kept it unlocked.
I sat stroking myself for a few minutes, letting out soft moans and
occasionally calling out to an invisible Mr. Braxton then I heard the door
click, and my heart stopped, but I didn’t stop stroking. It eased open and the
first thing I saw was the big gold watch that Mr. Braxton wore. He appeared
with a horny smile on his face, unsurprised by my lewd position.
“I had a feeling you’d be waiting for me in here.”
I was scared. I was horny, but my dick was the only thing thinking for me now.
“Fuck me..” I croaked.
He locked the door behind him, before bending me over the toilet, and there we
had sex. It was unlike anything me and Pj did. Mr. Braxton’s thrusts were
intense and deliberate, while Pj’s were almost violent and rushed. Mr.
Braxton’s cock wasn’t that long, but it was thick like a soda can. When he
thrusted it in, my asshole felt like it was stretching beyond repair. His meaty
cock felt incredible, and his deep strokes had me cumming without touching my
penis. Even though we could hear Pj calling out to find me, we didn’t stop.
“Ooh god! You feel good! Your cock is really thick! I can’t breathe!” I panted.
“You’re so sexy.” He kissed all over me. “There’s so much I wanna do to you,
but everyone’s waiting on me.”
“No! Do me more! I want more, daddy!”
“Fuck- I can’t!” He hissed. “Come back tonight. Pj is going to his cousins’
house for the night.” He grunted. “I’ll give you more then.”
I already couldn’t wait. I didn’t want him to stop fucking me. I came harder
from that quick fuck than I had with all the 20+ times I had sex with Pj
combined.
That night he rocked my world and there was no going back for me. However,
that’s another story.
The times after that I came over when I spent the night with Pj, and after he
fell asleep I played with Mr. Braxton. I couldn’t get enough, and I wanted to
be Mr. Braxton’s cock-sleeve forever. That night Pj told him I was staying over
and that was our secret signal: I’ll see you in a bit.
“Put your hands on the back of the couch.” He commanded.
I grabbed the back of the couch and wiggled my ass for him. He kneeled behind
me and split my ass cheeks apart causing more of Pj’s cum to leak out.
“You two are too young to be doing these kinds of things together.”
“Well, you’re doin’ these things with me.”
“I’m an adult-” He sighed with arousal as he fingered me more. “Ah, what the
hell.” He said and I felt his warm wet tongue slither in my open asshole.
“Mm! Yes!” I moaned like a sissy.
I loved it when Phil ate out my asshole. It felt amazing! I gripped the back of
the couch as he relentlessly attacked my ass with his large tongue. It was so
good, I thought I could cry. I felt so unworthy of being eaten out by such a
hot daddy, but I sure as hell wasn’t gonna stop him. I gripped the back of his
hair, pressing his face deeper into my ass, and he plunged his tongue in
further.
“Oh! Big daddy! You’re so nasty! You’re eatin’ Pj’s cum from my asshole!” I
exclaimed, totally horny from his sudden action. “Does it taste good, daddy?”
“You taste good, baby.” He growled.
“Oh- big daddy, kiss me. I wanna taste!”
He sat up behind me and let me taste Pj and my ass on his tongue. While he was
kissing me, he sank his cock in me and inched it in till the base of his cock
was against my ass. Then he started thrusting.
“Yes big daddy! Your cock feels so good! Don’t stop fuckin’ me!” I tried to
whisper, but was too riled up.
“Oh baby-” He grunted. “You’re such a nasty boy.”
Getting fucked in the open living room while my boyfriend was asleep upstairs
was so naughty. I felt bad for cheating on Pj with his dad, but I was also
about to cum from that thought too. His cock was deep in my ass continuously
massaging my sweet spot, driving me wild.
“Big daddy, cum in me! I want your cum inside me now, not Pj’s! I’ll cum if you
cum in me!”
“I’m cumming.” He sped up.
“Yes daddy! Breed my slutty asshole!”
He grunted hard then I felt his warm spunk fill my asshole, quickly replacing
Pj’s with his, like he promised. My cum shot out, staining Pj’s jersey and the
back of the couch. He pulled out and his cum poured out of my ass, and I fell
against the couch, relieved.
“Sorry I messed up your couch, daddy.”
He leaned over and kissed me again. “I’ll have it cleaned.”
Two weeks later, Pj broke up with me for unrelated reasons. I didn’t care. I
still went to his house to play with Mr. Braxton, doing all kinds of fun things
together, but that’s another story.
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