A Tale of Dirty Talk

Once upon a time, this horny older man met a handsome young dude who fell under his spell. The Canadian older man was named Paul and the American dude was called Jeff. They both felt an irresistible attraction. Paul lived in a penthouse condo in downtown Toronto, overlooking Lake Ontario, so he invited Jeff for a drink… and more if he wanted. Jeff smiled and followed the good-looking bearded man in whom he immediately saw a possible daddy.

As soon, as they were on the sofa, Jeff looked around and admired all the virile pictures on the wall. He appreciated the ones showing a senior in a jockstrap kissing a junior in tight faded jeans.

- Can I call you Daddy? he whispered in Paul’s ear.
- O course, my little Son of a bitch!
- Oh, I really like dirty talk, please continue.
- You’re in for a surprise, Sonny, dirty talk and dirty fun!

The two cuddled immediately and Daddy did not loose time in kissing his new and hot sex toy.

- I worship Virility and I’m the priest of Masculinity. You are going to be my little fucking altar boy!
- Your wish is my command, Holy Father! Do what you have to do so I can have Heaven on Earth.
- Great, I see that you are wearing tight faded jeans, the best dress code for a spanking. On my knees, you little macho cock teaser!

Daddy gripped Sonny’s ass and slapped it firmly, giving him pleasure-pain. Sonny moaned with joy. As soon as Daddy noticed that his new Son had a bulging crotch, he caressed it eagerly, but ordered: “Don’t you think of coming now, my little bastard, keep your nectar for Daddy’s insatiable mouth!”

Paul and Jeff quickly moved to the bedroom for a match of horny wrestling. Both got naked in less than one minute and jumped in the ring for round one: Massage. By experience, Paul knew that any massage is good for any man, gay or straight. A guy who has the opportunity to cum, while someone else is doing the work, always appreciates a set of helping hands.

Daddy oiled Sonny’s body with a plan to wrestle with him, to massage his round butt, to squeeze his tight balls, to stroke his dynamic rod. He always liked to observe the reaction of a guy as he discreetly spread the legs and travel up the thighs, working the upper leg muscles and touching nonchalantly the balls. Instant stiff reaction, like instant throbbing cock!

- With a thick pink dick like that, you are sent by God, you are my GODson.
- Your most obedient one, Holy Daddy! Can I lick your succulent mushroom?
- Round two is about to start and it’s called 69, but we first have to wrestle.

All oiled up, Daddy and Son went in a smaller room where there was not one single piece of furniture, just a rubber mat covering the whole floor. Paul ordered Jeff to join him, knowing well that any little whore acts like a bitch towards a man who shows an ounce of fucking affection. The pleasure in oil wrestling resides in the inevitable fact that the prized cock, balls or ass always slides away, doubling the energy of the wrestlers to finally grab the trophy.

When both had reached the savage cock-sucking position in the wrestling match, it did not take Daddy too much time to bring Sonny on the verge of a climax. He ordered him to explode in his mouth, anxious as he was to taste 100% American honey.  Daddy swallowed every drop, smiled in a victory gesture and proudly heralded: “This milky nectar is divine, my God damn little cowboy!”

Daddy was now ready for round three, he spitted a little bit of Son’s sperm on his anus and started to lick the flowering rose bud with frenzy, pushing his tongue as deep as possible, moaning with pleasure. Sonny had never experienced an ass-licking climax like that, so much that he exploded again.

There was no doubt that Daddy and Sonny, both mature men, had won their wrestling match. But the fun was not over. A hot shower proved to be another round of pleasure as Daddy directed the pointed water jet at Sonny’s ass hole, triggering another hard on.

- God damn it, you are fucking rutting stallion!
- Only because my mature and experienced Daddy is insatiable.

A tale must have a happy ending. Let it be known that Paul and Jeff lived happily ever after... or “happily until there came to them the one who destroys all happiness”, i.e. death (One Thousand and One Nights).