A Daddy and his Boy

I saw him on Grindr. He was young. He was 18 but looked 16. To look at him was to see perfection in time, arrested and frozen. His alabaster skin was so white that milk looked dirty. His hair was blonde and brown at the same time and with the way his blue eyes caught the frame of the camera, he was a knockout. He messaged me and called me “Daddy”. At my 6’2” frame and average build, I felt unworthy to continue the conversation, but something about him was wild and free. I wanted to capture him if I could. We struck up a conversation. We talked about him being young and his likes and dislikes and about what he was here for. Then he showed me his boy hole and he told me about the daddy that he needed:

Boy: I need a daddy who can discipline me. I need a daddy who will teach me and my boy hole how to take a hard cock.

Daddy: I can do that for you boy, I can teach you how to master a cock, I can teach your boy hole the lessons that you so desperately want to learn.

B: Daddy do you think I can be your good boy?

D: I think you can be my good boy and you have other daddies who want to own you too.

B: I get messages, but the minute I saw you, I wanted only you.

We made a plan. He’d come over next week and I’d show him the lessons that he desired. In the meantime I’d send him pics of my cock, and he would send me photos of his hairless boy hole. I’d often dream of making love to that tight hole, the way that his pillowy ass would envelope my tongue, the way he would smell and taste. I was going mad with desire.

The big day arrived! I made sure to prepare my bed. I wanted the room to be warm, inviting and I wanted his time with me to be special. And as an added bonus, I placed a camera for an encore performance for later. He walked in, my heart skipped a beat, he looked ten times better in real life. The way his lips looked, they were red and so plump, they were the lips of an angel. I stopped into kiss him, towering over him, towering over my boy. He pushed me up against the wall as we kissed. I felt his hard body press against mine. I was his daddy, but he was definitely calling the shots. I picked him up in my arms and kissed him some more as we made our way to the room. I wish I could say what happened to his clothes, but I just remember holding him in my arms and he was naked in a flash like I was. My tongue was sliding against his massaging his. If I was on fire, I was desperate to have him cool me with his kiss and touch. I cupped his beautiful round, perky butt in my hands, and gripped it, kneading it in my hand. It felt soft and warm, yet firm. I needed my boy now. I needed to make him mine and to show him the lessons he so desperately needed to know. I kissed my way against his neck and traveled down his youthful and hairless body. I slid my tongue against his rock-hard member, he moaned and arched his back with the touch of my lips against his body. I slid his legs up, pushing them back so I could begin my assault on his beautiful hole. His hole was hairless if he was indeed a virgin, it wouldn’t be for long. I slid my tongue against his taint and drove my tongue against his hole. I placed my hands on either side of the pillow that was his beautiful butt and went to work lapping and diving into his boy hole with my tongue. I was on a mission; I was going to give my boy the best tongue-fuck a dad could give his son. He moaned and begged as I worked his hole begging me to stop, pleading with me to catch his breath. His hole, I swear, tasted like strawberries, so warm and inviting. I eventually relented and was catching my breath as I worked his pucker with my fingers. He looked at me with those loving eyes, this kid was going to destroy me for other men, this kid was going to have his hole destroyed by me. I made out with him some more, gently applied lube to his now slick hole and placed my cock at the entrance of his hole. I looked into his eyes; the fire and the passion that I had in mine matched his. I slid in and waited, allowing him to get acclimated to my 7 inch rod (it wasn’t overly big, but this cock had destroyed some holes in the past). As soon as I entered him, he cooed, he let out a pleasurable moan, and that’s when I slid in more. I slid in while my lips crashed against his ear. I whispered into his ear, “that’s it boy your daddy is all inside of you.” He moaned and asked me to take him like he always wanted to be taken. I nodded and pulled out slightly as he moaned again and then as I thrust in again, he screamed out, “Daddy, yes Daddy!” My hips moved as though they were set to motors as my cock moved in and out of his hole. His hole was clamping down on my cock, his hole was warm and beckoned my cock to use it more. For what seemed like forever, I bit his earlobe and muttered, “I’m cumming boy, I’m cumming.” He shouted a deafening moan and yelled, “cum in me, daddy please, please claim me as your boy!” And with that, I drained my balls deep in his hole. We both laid there kissing each other, desperate for air, desperate for each kiss. My cock slid out of his now puffy hole. With some of my cum, I slid my finger against that hole and placed the milky cum against my tongue and slid my tongue against him. We laid in bed for an hour. Normally I never would do so, but with this boy it was different. He asked me if I wanted him to leave and I told him he could stay as long as he wanted. I knew that my life was never going to be the same.