Adventures In Dad Land

He answered the door naked, totally, with his handsome cock semi-erect and pointing at me like a lazy pistol, his pendulous balls hanging heavily in their hairless sack. A pretty picture.

“Come in, please” he offered, stepping aside to welcome me into his neat Edwardian cottage. A large hedge screened the small house from the street, giving him the privacy he clearly relished. 

Closing the door behind me he led the way down the narrow, dim hallway, allowing me to enjoy the sight of his smooth buttocks and those balls swinging jauntily between his legs. He must have been in his mid-70s, maybe a bit older, maybe a bit younger, but good for his age and with an easy confidence.

The hall ended in a brightly lit and modern kitchen/lounge area, a small garden patio out the back visible through the large floor to ceiling windows, the whole enclosed by a tall wooden fence covered in a riot of creepers and ivy. More privacy.

Turning to me he held out his hand and introduced himself, even though we’d already met online and knew the look of each other. His name was Ted and it was good to finally meet him in the flesh, which didn’t disappoint. His cock had gone from half-mast to straight up, which I took as a compliment.

“I hope you don’t mind?” he chuckled, looking down at his erection, “After a lifetime of shyness I finally decided to leave it all behind and just enjoy myself. I hope you’ll do the same while you’re here.”

A clear invitation to lose my clothes, which I was happy to accept. He offered me a beer as I shucked off my coat and undid my shirt, leaving them both on the back of a chair as I kicked off my boots. He didn’t stop watching me, even as he poured the beer into a tall glass, and I enjoyed the attention. We both knew why I was there.

I’d sent him pics of my dad-bod so he was already familiar with the thickset hairy look of me, and clearly liked what he saw. I rubbed my belly, slowly going to fat but still firm enough to speak of leaner times. I picked up the glass from the counter and took a mouthful before proceeding with the show. He sipped his more slowly, occasionally fondling his balls as he continued to give me his full attention.

“Lovely place” I observed as I slowly undid my belt and popped the studs on my jeans, one by one, a pretence at casualness neither of us felt. “It’s good to be here, at last.” He smiled, genuinely pleased, as he continued watching and fondling. I was looking forward to handling those balls myself, and wondered if I’d be able take both of them into my mouth at the same time. Worth a try surely. 

I pushed my jeans down below my hips, revealing the frayed and filthy jockstrap he’d expressed an interest in during one of our online sessions. I’d dribbled some piss into it before leaving home, confident that he’d appreciate such damp thoughtfulness. Letting my jeans fall the rest of the way to my feet I held my arms out and presented the full pouch for his approval, which he gave wholeheartedly as he came over and sank to his knees, burying his face in my fragrant mound.

“You remembered” he said, looking up at me with a smile. I placed my hands on his head and gently pushed his face back into my groin, forcing my stiffening cock into his mouth, watching as he sucked on the wet jock, revelling in the feel and smell of my tumescence. “Can I call you Daddy?”

“Sure” I replied looking down at him, despite the fact that he had a good thirty years on me. “Do you want Daddy to show you a few tricks?”

“Yes please” came his simple reply.

“Good boy. You can take off my jock now and put my dick back into your mouth, just to begin with.”

He did as he was told. My stiff prick sprang out and slapped him in the face as he manhandled it from the filthy pouch. He stared at my uncut cock as if he’d never seen one up close before, and perhaps he hadn’t.

“Smell it” I commanded, “stick your nose inside my skin and take a good long sniff.” I could smell my sex-stink already and wanted him to enjoy it as well. He put his face up to my bunched snout and I stretched the loose skin forward and covered his nose, satisfied with his groans as he inhaled the acrid funk.

“Do you like your daddy’s smell?” I asked, not really needing an answer but enjoying his all too obvious enjoyment. I was leaking my usual copious amounts of precum and when I finally allowed him to withdraw, his nose was wet with my juice. I smeared it off with my fingers and forced them into his mouth, which he happily accepted, licking them like a kid with an ice-cream.

“Daddy wants to feel those balls of yours on his face” I announced as he sucked on my rigid shaft, his tongue inside my foreskin, his lips slowly peeling it back to expose the swollen head. I had to stop him pretty fast as he was getting me way too close for comfort, and I had other plans before we arrived at that point. 

Pulling my leaking cock from his mouth (no mean feat!), I drew him to his feet and kissed him passionately, cradling his heavy ball sack in my hand while our tongues entwined and we breathed deeply into each other.

“Let’s go into the bedroom” I suggested at last, and he led the way down the hall and into a rather characterless room, neat, bland, the bed looked as if it had never been slept in. 
“Is this your room?” I asked.

“No” he confessed, “this is the guest room, mine’s a mess.”

“Take me there, this one won’t do.”

Looking sheepish he retreated and took me across the hall into his own room. Dirty socks and undies on the floor, bed unmade and jumbled with doonas, sheets and pillows, a mirror on a wall above an antique chest of drawers, perfect for wanking in front of. This was much more like it.

Pushing the bedclothes aside I lay down on my back and politely told him to sit on my face, making sure that his balls were well within licking distance. With great enthusiasm he positioned himself over me, kneeling on the bed with his legs straddling my head, his heavy balls swinging lazily over my eyes, just out of reach of my hungry tongue. 

“You have a beautiful arsehole,” I observed, having an excellent view of his smooth pink ring from my unique vantage point,“it doesn’t look like its ever been fucked.” It was puckered and tight, and I found it irresistible as it twitched and pouted with the attention.

He didn’t answer and I let the silence slide, focussed as I was on his balls. I put my hands on his hips and drew him down, gently taking his lowest hanging sack into my mouth, sucking and tonguing it with just enough pressure to avoid discomfort. He groaned with pleasure and I sucked in the other one, my tongue caressing his heavy velvet scrotum, my eyes full of his twitching succulent arsehole.

Leaning down, but careful not to dislodge his balls from my mouth, I felt his tongue on my stiff cock licking the juice from the dribbling piss-slit, sucking the exposed knob before swallowing the entire shaft, his nose in my thick wiry bush. He may never have been fucked before, but his cock-sucking left nothing to be desired. For the second time I was forced to retrieve my throbbing tool from his mouth, way too close for comfort.

Repositioning himself as he straightened up I let his plums slip from my mouth and took the opportunity to press my face between his parted butt-cheeks, tickling his tight ring with the tip of my tongue, sending a shock through his entire body as if I’d applied an electric charge. I held his hips firmly as he almost leapt up, and pressed my tongue even deeper inside, feeling him spasm against my lips. This was something entirely new to him.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” he cried out, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”.

A memory flashed across my mind of the first time I’d been rimmed, my boyfriend scrubbing me clean in the shower before positioning me doggy-style on the bed and pressing his face between my butt cheeks, parting them wide with his hands before tickling my virgin hole with his tongue. I’d almost gone through the roof and came immediately without even touching myself, overwhelmed by the intimacy and sensations. He fucked me shortly after, but that’s another story.

Ted came almost immediately as well. I could feel the heavy dollops of his cum falling on my chest and stomach as his body jerked and spasmed, one long continuous moan turning into a single sob and then laughter as his release slowly ebbed away. As if forgetting I was there he relaxed back onto my face momentarily before lifting himself and rolling onto the bed beside me. 

His breathing was deep and his eyes were closed as I casually began pulling on my cock, enjoying the moment. Noticing the activity he propped himself up  and gently licked my balls as I continued tugging, the feel of his tongue and lips enough to send me over the edge. 

My orgasm was not as unbridled as his, but satisfying nonetheless, and when the final spurt was done my chest and belly and pubes were awash in both his and my jizz. I watched as he ran his fingers through it, raising them to his nose, smelling the rich loamy scent.

“Lick it up” I suggested, “all of it.”

He smiled and leaned in to the task, his tongue gingerly scooping a small taste before burying his face in the wetness and feasting on the mess. When he was finally done he looked up, his lips moist, his chin and cheeks and nose glistening with our mingled spunk. 

I thought he was beautiful in that moment and told him so. He laughed and lay down on top of me, our warm bodies pressing against each other. He kissed me, the way you do when you’re perfectly happy, and we lay there forever, or so it seemed.