EVERYONE IS OVER 18 IN THIS STORY
“What the hell did I just get myself into?” That is quite literally the only thing going on in my very poor-decision-making mind. Actually, scratch that, I was also thinking “oh my god, I’m totally gonna get killed in the most cliched way possible”.
It all started with Grindr. Don’t all good stories do? No, they don’t. But this one does!
I was so horny. 19 years of hormone build-up horny. And I obviously knew about Grindr already. I’d just never used it before. So what was the harm? Maybe I’d find some hot dude living next door whose presence I’d mysteriously managed to avoid for years!
Well, actually, I found something better.
DL Daddy
With a faceless pic featuring a decidedly hairy dad bod that for some really strange reason seemed oddly familiar, I decided to open a conversation since he seemed to be at a reasonable distance.
I’ll save you the usual boring exchange so we can get to the good part. Basically we flirted a bit, he sent a beautiful, thick, lengthy dick pic, I reciprocated in kind with my not-too-shabby twink ass and, before I knew it, I was supposed to Motel 6, room 21.
Oh boy. I’d asked for an hour or two so I could do all the proper diligence. I’m not a virgin, you see, no matter what my asshole older brother says. I know what I have to do to prepare for an older, allegedly rough man to… allegedly ruin me for other men and leave me a drooling mess… Yeah, you can see why I said yes, right?
It was a Friday night, so, with the excuse of seeing Matt, a friend who lived relatively close to this Motel, I left. Boy, was that gonna be the most poetic excuse I’ve ever given.
I looked at myself in the reflection of a window before walking down to room 21. My hair was shaggy black and I was wearing big glasses. I looked like a dork. Like a theater twink. One that was way out of his depth. The door was unlocked. Room 21 was a dimly lit, generic looking motel room, with a dingy mustard color carpet and a double bed dominating the space.
And there, sitting at the edge of the bed, was Mr Robinson. Matt’s dad. To say I was flabbergasted. Matt was one of my not-so-close friends. We met from time to time and got together. Sometimes I’d go to his house or he’d come to mine. And, anytime I’d visit his place, Mr Robinson would be there. He’d greet me with a warm smile and his deep voice would reverberate through my thin body, making me shiver slightly. His massive 6’2 frame would be so intimidating but also weirdly enticing as he approached me. And his hands. This was a man that knew manual labor. His hands were callous and rough, like weathered leather. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I would sometimes go home after visiting Matt and close my eyes, imagining those hands on my body and jerking off to the ghost feeling for hours.
And now, here he was. Worst part is, he knew who I was. I hadn’t hid my face on Grindr. It hadn’t even crossed my mind amidst all my horniness. So Mr Robinson knew for sure who I was before I opened the door. The things he said he’d do to me…
“Close the door,” he commanded in that deep, slightly burnt voice. “Come sit with me.”
I did as he told me. What else would I do? Not submit to this massive unit of a man?
I approached him slowly, though. I mean, I was as fast as I could, but with my legs shaking as much as they were, that wasn’t very fast. He took my wrist without saying a word and that erotic sensation of hardened skin against my soft one almost made me pass out. Still not talking he pulled me so that I’d sit on his lap with my back against his beautiful dad bod. One of my legs was between his and the other dangled to the side. With this position our faces were very close to each other. I swear I don’t know how my glasses didn’t fog with how steamy the entire room suddenly felt.
He knew exactly what to do and wasted no time doing it. I was wearing a shirt and shorts. It was a hot summer night, after all. One of his hands held my thigh firmly while the other sneaked under my shirt, exploring my tummy painfully slowly.
There were no words exchanged, we just looked at each other while we rebelled in how absolutely inappropriate this private moment would be in any other scenario that wasn’t a furtive encounter in a motel. A man in his fifties touching a nineteen year old, pinching his pink nipples softly and now slowly resting his lips on the young adult’s neck. That was it, yeah. We were both adults. There was nothing inherently wrong about this, but somehow it felt like breaking a delicious taboo. He was my friend’s dad after all, and now he was my daddy.
I didn’t resist when he pulled my shirt off, of course. If I wasn’t before already, at this point I was this man’s doll. He could undress me, dress me, fuck me senseless. Whatever he wanted, it was his.
God, but the way his rough hands felt while they touched me. I had never felt anything, anything at all, as erotic as that. He was careful, deliberate. I felt like I was made of crystal and this man, used to hard labor, was doing his best not to break me… yet. Meanwhile his lips had been at my neck the whole time. He kissed me softly and stole my breath away. Up and down my neck he went until he reached the back of my ear and I almost started crying from how amazing it all felt.
I was so lost in his attentions that it barely made a difference when my stomach sank almost violently as his hand found its way to my waist, and then further down. He paused. Had I been anything but putty, I would’ve blushed. Yeah, I’d thought I was being cheeky when I didn’t put on any underwear. Now it was too late for regrets. Even as that leather hand wrapped around my painfully hard dick. I was soaking wet with pre for him, and I could tell by the way his breathing seemed to hesitate next to my year that he was into it. My own hand shot to his wrist to keep him from moving any further. I was already at the edge, if he so much as moved an inch, I would cum uncontrollably.
Thinking about it, here I was. In the middle of the night. In a dingy motel room. Sitting on my friend’s dad’s lap naked from the waist up and with his hand down my pants.
I wasn’t the one in control here. He was. And if he wanted me to cum for him, I’d have to. And if he started moving his hand up and down my quivering meat, what choice did I have but to shiver over and over as a blinding pleasure arched my back into his hand and I shot rope after rope of thick cum for him?
“Good boy,” were the first words he’d said in a while. It was like a trigger. I don’t think I would’ve cum nearly as much if he hadn’t said that.
He seemed unbothered by the amount of cum in his hand as he finally pulled it out of my pants. In fact, he licked some of it and, as I stared at him for doing that, he just smiled and leaned forward for a small peck on my lips that made me flush.
This man was perfect. He was my friend’s dad, but he was perfect.
“I thought you were straight,” I mumbled, standing awkwardly while he got up and went to the bathroom.
“Really? What made you think that?” He said with a chuckle.
“I…” I closed my mouth realizing how stupid what I was about to say was. He was clearly bi. “…don’t know.”
“Alright then,” he said in a perfectly normal tone, still standing at the bathroom door. He looked and sounded so natural, just like every time I had been to his house in the past and he’d ask me how college was going. “I’m going to wash my hands. In the meantime I want you to climb on the bed and take your shorts off. Get on your knees, face down, and grab your wrists behind your back, understood?”
There was no arguing with that. The thought alone had me hard all over again. This man could and would do anything he wanted to me.
Following his instructions, I stripped myself completely naked. The room was so cold all of a sudden, and the bed didn’t help. It was like kneeling on ice. Very soft ice that sank and creaked under my weight.
The heavy thumps of his steps as he approached the bed were unbearable. I felt like I was gonna crumble under a pressure that wasn’t even there yet. I thought about Matt and how we had been getting closer as friends lately. Especially after he came out to me as trans. I was such a traitor, fucking his super hot, masculine, dominant dad.
“Good boy.”
Oh well, Matt can’t get hurt if he doesn’t know.
His hands were just as deliciously rough as they always were, except this time they were on my legs, climbing up my thighs and spreading me wider so he could have easy access to my hole.
“I’ve been wanting you for so long,” he said, and I could feel his breath against my ass.
I don’t know when he got lube, but I heard him squirt some and massage my entrance gently, easily tearing a soft moan out of me. I was so entranced by every action from this hulking man. He looked so big and intimidating and his voice was the embodiment of masculinity, and yet he was so gentle and soft when treating me.
“Last year, when you came to my house for the first time, remember?” He said while his finger started to slip slowly inside of me and I was losing my mind. “I came to you that night for the first time.”
With his thick finger now fully inside of me, I just couldn’t respond. I was in bliss, gripping my wrists and trying to focus so I wouldn’t cum again so soon.
“Every time I saw you after that, I kept imagining ways to isolate you so I could fuck you silly.”
God, I needed a break but he was getting more and more aggressive, trying to shove the second finger already while getting more and more provocative with every deep, rumbling word that came out of his mouth. This was maddening.
“I knew you were a slut. It was impossible for you not to be while having such a thin, beautiful body. ‘A matter of time’, I told myself over and over while I saw you sitting by the pool with Matt and I tried to hide my hard-on, imagining it in your mouth.”
“Please…” I managed to get out.
“Say it and it’s yours,” he replied.
“Fuck me,” I pleaded.
He didn’t say anything else. Speeches were over. One of his hands landed on my hip and I almost buckled violently since I was feeling so sensitive. I managed to control myself even as I took deep breaths to try and bring my heart under control. It all went out the window the second I felt his meat start to push into my wet hole. He was so big. I’d never had anyone that big before. I felt like I was about to burst as he kept spreading me more and more with every push. I want to cry out and ask him to stop, but I could tell he was enjoying himself from the deep sounds that he was making and who was I to stop him?
“You took that like a champ,” he congratulated me after a few more seconds of excruciating hole-spreading. “I’m gonna wreck you.”
That sounded like a promise. We’d made so many silent promises to each other. I was still holding my wrists behind my back like he’d instructed me a while ago. I hadn’t let go. I promised I’d be a good boy for daddy.
I flinched when his other hand landed on my hip and I wondered for a second where it had been this whole time. Sadly, I didn’t have very long to meditate on it before he started to pull back. I knew what was coming and I tried to brace for it, but there was no way to minimize how intense the feeling of this bull of a man sinking his huge cock in my barely experienced hole felt like.
Something possessed me then. I started to cry and moan with a mix of pain and pleasure. The scale quickly tipping more to the latter. He didn’t stop, didn’t pause for a second as he held my hips and rammed into me with increasing strength. I could hear the slapping sound of my ass against his own waist every timed he fucked me mercilessly.
All of a sudden I had a realization. Just as he grabbed my hair to pull me up and back against his body, to kiss my neck and rub his manly, calloused hands on my stomach and chest; I realized this was exactly what I had been jerking off to this whole time. This is what I wanted, so why not enjoy it?
I couldn’t help it. As soon as he touched my dick, I came in a loud explosion. For a few seconds I could see is white as this man rammed himself into me with an unhealthy amount of strength. The pleasure made me delirious. Soon enough I was babbling:
“Da— daddy!”
That must’ve set him off. He fucked me deep, shoved his massive fuck stick as far inside of me as he could possibly go, and he bred me. What I imagined to be thick ropes of man-seed spilled over and over into my hole while my owner bit my neck down to brand me as his new flesh-light. I would carry his cum inside me with pride.
We collapsed. He fell on top of me and his weight felt delicious. I was completely exhausted. I’d never felt pleasure like that before. I’d never been fucked by a real man. I was trapped now and it’s the only way I wanted to be for the rest of my life.
I could always find a new friend.