After 3 years of Chatting, Finally Fucked this Slut

It started on Grindr during pandemic.

He hit me up one night with, “Hey daddy, whats up?”

Mid 30s, 5’9”, muscular although a little bit of a twink build, looked sexy as fuck in a speedo, dark hair, smooth body but a full and neatly trimmed beard.

If I had to pick a porn star he resembled, I’d say Griffin Barrows.

We chatted on and off for months on Grindr, always sharing pics.

He loved my big cut dick and normally, in the evening, after a few drinks, we’d find each online and inevitably we’d start sharing pics and videos of each other.

Normally, it would be me on the sofa, in jeans or shorts, dick out, rock hard, ooozing precum, stroking, filming it, taking photos etc.

He was really into thongs, so he’d snap some pics of his ass in one, and sometimes he’d make a video of him twerking in front of the mirror.

This went on for months and months and we never met in person even though I suggested to him we should meet and he could get a proper dose of daddy dick.

One time, I sensed it was close to actually happening so I thought to myself, “I gotta disclose my status,” and he didn’t seem repulsed at my HIV undetectable status but countered with “I’m not on prep.”

I find that odd in 2024, if only they had prep 25 years ago, I just don’t get it, why wouldn’t a young gay guy be on prep when it’s so readily available?

Anyway, a discussion for another time.

So we continued our Grindr flirting and almost every time I would suggest we connect.

He always rejected my suggestion.

I had this particular fantasy of picking him in my SUV, driving to a secluded spot and then let him suck me and bounce up and down on my cock like two teenagers.

It never seemed to happen but on one of our Grindr chats, he suddenly suggested we switch to WhatsApp.

On WhatsApp our chats went to a whole other level and we would often do live video calls.

The first time I heard his voice it made me smile. He was a sexy guy, but he had this high pitched voice that suited the fact he was always eager for some daddy dick.

On a couple of occasions over WhatsApp he put on a show for me.

Me sitting in the dark stroking my 8.5” while he fingered his jock strapped ass.

He was into the whole whimpering like a little girl thing and honestly, if I had to search for online porn that whiny “ohhh, daddy looks horny today” would be the last thing I’d want to watch.

In this context though it was hot and a total turn on.

These calls would end usually with me blowing my load all over my stomach and he would furiously rub out a load before almost unceremoniously ending the call.

So this went on for months and months and into years.

3 years to be precise.

Sometimes we wouldn’t talk for weeks, and then we’d have a flurry of late night calls and exchanges.

I kept suggesting we meet and I routinely went back to my little fantasy of fucking him in the backseat of my seat of my SUV.

He had taken that fantasy one step further and introduced the scenario of “Poz me daddy, fuck that poz load into me.”

Again, poz undetectable here, so very little chance of passing it on but he was a little bug chaser apparently.

Normally, I wouldn’t be in any shape to drive the 25 miles to meet him after a few drinks but one sober night, he pings me on WhatsApp and clearly in the mood to be raunchy.

“What’s daddy up to tonight?”

I was literally wandering through the online operators manual of my new Range Rover I had picked up the day before.

“Oh, proper daddy car there, lots of room to fuck that load into me eh?”

“Yeah, I could come by tonight and give you this dick if you? It’s been years, why don’t we finally meet. You’d get my big dick in you and I’d get to breed your pretty ass.”

“Oh daddy” was his whiny reply, “That sounds hot, yeah, fuck me daddy, fuck all that cum into my dirty cunt.”

This was banter was more comical than anything and not really putting me in the mood.

I suspect he was high, drunk or both but I pressured more about us meeting.

“Send me your address boy, I’ll pick you in 35 minutes. Be ready, be clean, wear a jock for, tightest jeans you own, I’ve got the poppers, the big dick and some lube.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. Go get ready and send me the address.”

To my surprise, the little cutie sent me his address.

“Ok, I live with my Mum so can you drive by or something and then I’ll know you’re here but you can continue to the end of the street, pick me up around the corner or something?”

“Cool by me, see you in 35 minutes, be ready to be fucked hard.”

I am pretty sure I heard an audible “gulp” from 25 miles away.

Off I went in the new Range Rover.

It was actually a very pleasant evening and it gave me some time to play with various features like the ambient lighting strips throughout, the moon roof etc.

35 minutes later, “You have reached your destination on the right.”

Lo and behold, there he was on the sidewalk under the light of the lampost, looking incredibly sexy in his tight jeans, form fitted T-shirt and a huge grin on his face.

His ass looked so bubbly and fuckable. My dick went from semi to rock hard in a few seconds and as I drove slowly along, I fumbled with my jeans and got it out for him.

I don’t think he was fooling anyone in the neighbourhood, maybe because he was a little tipsy, but he made this huge swooping motion for me to drive along and turn the corner.

It was actually kind of cute. Even though he said he wasn’t out to his family or the community, I don’t think anyone would be able to feign shock if they saw my big-ass Range Rover slowly driving beside him as he walked around the corner.

“Hi daddy, nice car,” he blurted out as he climbed into the passenger seat.

“HOLY FUCK” he shouted when he saw my big dick sticking out from my jeans.

I wasn’t even stroking it, had my hands on the wheel and about to drive away.

“Grab it, you know you’ve wanted this dick for a long time. Now where are we going?”

He reached over and started to stroke me while staring down at in fascination with his tongue poked out the side of his mouth.

“Oh yeah, I was wondering where would be secluded enough, so go down here, turn right at that orange junction box and there is a little park with a lay-by hiding behind some trees. Always seems quiet and no lights.”

It was probably only a ten minute drive to this spot and sure enough, it was off the main road, a dark little corner of woodland and luckily, no other vehicles.

He had been rubbing the precum all over my knob and whispering all sorts of daddy talk the whole drive.

I just tried to focus on the driving and didn’t react either way which seemed almost to spur him on.

Now parked, I un-buckled my seat belt and started to get out of the car.

“Where are you going,” he asked with this panicked look on his face.

Jokingly, as I swung out of the car, “Just gonna get the shovel and plastic sheeting then we can go find a place to bury you in the woods.”

He didn’t laugh straight away and I looked back with a smirk on my face, “Get in the backseat idiot, I’m not fucking you in the front.”

He laughed so hard and insulted me a little, “You’re a scary asshole you know that.”

Both of us chuckling as we got into the back seats on either side, “Hi”I said extending out my hand with my dick still bobbing around out of my jeans, “nice to meet you finally.”

“Nice to meet you daddy,” he said shaking my hand for a nanosecond.

Pleasantries out of the way, I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.

3 years we had shown each every orifice and anatomical feature but never kissed.

He did not disappoint.

We made out for quite a while.

He stroked my dick while I cupped his face with my hands and planted kiss after kiss.

“I think you need to show me that ass, take off your T-shirt and jeans,” I said after a bit.

“Yes daddy,” was his reply as he repositioned himself sort of half standing but hunched over to get out of his clothes.

Under the blue ambient light, he I started to strip off our clothes.

I tugged my shirt off and he paused his stripping long enough to lean over, run his hands across my pecs mumbling something like “Ohhh daddy” while he caressed and kissed me.

My dick at this point was dripping and achingly hard.

I was ready to fuck this cutie.

Off came his T-shirt and then the tight jeans, although in the confined space of the backseat of my Range Rover, he had a little difficulty pulling them off properly.

But when they came off, there he was in his muscled twink-like glory and like an obedient bug chaser wannabe, he wore a jock strap for me that enhanced his bubble ass perfectly.

I told him to tell me what he wanted from me, be explicit, say what I am to do to you.

He started off with very timid suggestions but as I put on an unamused face to these whimperings, he wound up his suggestions and before long he was bent over sucking and slobbering over my cock mumbling “Oh fuck me up with this dick, poz me, dump those dirty babies in me, fuck me raw,” etc etc.

I was enjoying the blowjob and leaned back to savour what had taken 3 years to get.

The back seat of the Range Rover was big enough for him to assume a position on all fours.

If the windows hadn’t been blackout, anyone walking past would have seen his ass in full view in this position.

He sucked like it was his last day on earth, and felt so good.

I found myself playing along with the dirty daddy talk.

At one point I was fingering his ass in this position and with my free hand, I pushed his head down hard onto my dick and as I expected, as he gagged and choked, his pucker opened right up.

“Oh fuck” he said coming up for air.

“Your ass is ready,” I said sliding two fingers into him, “give it to me.”

I handed him the new bottle of poppers while lubing his hole.

“Sit on it” I commanded as he finished several lengthy snorts of the poppers.

He put his feet on either side my thighs, grabbed onto my shoulders and positioned himself as best he could in the confines of the backseat.

I grabbed his ass cheeks to guide him closer and then it happened.

Without even using our hands, he took four more huge hits from the poppers, I felt my knob against his pucker and he leaned his head back enjoying the rush of the poppers, and then he slowly impaled himself on my 8.5”.

The little slut took my thick curved 8.5” all the way down my balls and when he bottomed out he stayed there motionless with his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

“Oh fuck Daddy, that feels so good, that big raw dick in my pussy, fuck, I will do anything, daddy owns this cunt” he whispered while gyrating around on my dick.

Over the next 30 minutes or so we switched positions as we could.

I think my favourite was when he leaned forward through the front seats and splayed himself on the console.

I mounted him from behind in this position and fucked his brains out while he kept up the daddy-talk.

“Daddy, I want you to grunt that dirty load in my pussy, poz me you fucker, fuck me up inside, wreck that hole, fuck me,” he reiterated over and over.

When I was closer, we were in more of a missionary position with me between his legs.

His feet were actually pressed against the roof of the car and I was jack hammering away at his now very sloppy and juicy hole.

“You ready to catch this nutt slut?”

He grabbed my ass and pulled me in deep, “Fuckin grunt that load into me you stud, fuckin give it to me!”

It didn’t take many thrusts at this point and before long I was doing exactly as he said, I was grunted a massive load into his ass.

When I am properly edged, like I had been tonight, I shoot ribbons and ribbons of jizz, and tonight was no exception.

He was squealing in delight as I pumped my poz seed into his guts.

It had to be at least 6 or 7 spurts and I was shuddering, grunting and almost screaming as I blasted away into this sexy fucker.

We both collapsed a bit at that point.

“Daddy, I’m gonna need to put my legs down I think I am about cramp” he said giggling.

We both had the popper giggles at this point and repositioned ourselves so I was back seated proper and he was nestled onto my chest panting away from the serious fucking he just had.

We stayed like for sometime, me brushing hair as we talked and him running his fingers through the hairs on my thighs.

“I better get you home or my dick is gonna get hard and I’ll have to fuck you again,” I said as I pulled him around to plant a sensuous kiss.

“Yeah, I better get going, got work in the morning. This was really fun, thank you,” he said.

We got wiped off and back into our clothes.

Seeing him get dressed, have to confess, my dick started to swell and I almost was gonna suggest round two, but he jumped out and into the front seat and we were off back to his place.

“You can just drop me here,” he said pointing to the side of the road around the corner from his Mum’s house.

“See you Daddy.”

“See you sexy.”

And with that, the door closed and I drove off back to my place.

I reminisced the whole way home about this little tryst to the point where my dick was rock hard as I put the Range Rover in park and got out.

I ended up jerking off again with the smell and taste of his ass all over my dick.

The next morning, I went to send him a text and discovered that he had blocked.

The little fucker ghosted me!

I was heartbroken to a degree but I smiled and thought to myself, “little pig is playing games, he’ll be back.”

And sure enough, few months later, a late ping on WhatsApp from his familiar number.

“Hey Daddy, wanna poz me?”