An All-You-Can-Eat Brutal Breakfast - How one Daddy Dom devoured a twink before check-out.
I spotted him the second he bent over the breakfast buffet. Tight gym shorts stretched across his perfect round ass, begging to get ruined. I would later find out his name was Paul. Twenty-five, lean, messy brown hair, fresh face like someone who didn't know he was about to get devoured. Choosing fruit and yogurt over meat and eggs. Silly boy.
My thick cock twitched in my track pants. Suggesting that I get up and fuck with this young twink. Or was he a twunk? Not sure. I stepped in close and letting my powerful thigh brush against his as my smiling mouth went in for the kill.
"Don’t you fancy something more substantial? Maybe some meat?”
He flushed red, eyes wide when he saw my fifty-three-year-old body — broad shoulders stretching my black t-shirt, salt-and-pepper beard, huge bulge already swelling at my crotch. He was speechless so I loaded two plates with food: piles of bacon, scrambled eggs, thick sausages, hash browns. I then nodded to my corner table.
"Come - sit with me."
With yogurt still in his puny hand, he followed like a lamb to the slaughter. I ate brutal, like I fuck — savage, no mercy, devouring every bite while my eyes locked on him. Poor Paul tentatively eating his plate of goodies, flushed in the face and already fucked. He barely touched his plate, just stared at my mouth, his cock visibly tenting in those gym shorts. I upped the ante, making sure we were both thinking the same thing. Spearing a fat sausage with my fork, and holding it up to Paul’s face.
"Open wide…"
He slowly parted those pretty lips and I pushed it in. Both of us playing the same game in that quiet corner. Watching him suck it clean like a good little cocksucker. My nine-inch daddy dick throbbing hard under the table. My grey trackpants were doing a terrible job of concealing anything as I watched Paul work until there was nothing left. Two sets of underwear surely soaked with pre-cum. Time to use my room before check out.
"Finished?"
Paul could only blush and nod.
“Good boy. My room. Now."
In the elevator I grabbed the back of his neck and pinned him to the wall, grinding my fat bulge against him.
"Been eyeing that ass since I saw you. Gonna eat it brutal and raw."
Hotel room door shut, our clothes hit the floor fast, both of us fully naked. I then bent him over the bed with his legs kicked wide. Paul’s smooth ass spread open for me. He might have been expecting cock but I gave him tongue. A kink of mine. My thick tongue spearing straight into Paul’s puckered hole, thrusting and sloppy. He tasted clean and desperate — better than anything from the buffet.
I growled as I worked, my vibrations making him moan as my strong hands spread those cheeks wide, almost hurting him, but allowing me to suck hard on his rim. Even allowing me to bite his sensitive flesh, teeth grazing while my tongue fucked in and out.
Paul was now pushing back and letting out high pitched whiny moans. Moans that only got louder when one thick finger joined my tongue, then two, scissoring rough and deep while my mouth vacuumed what it could. At this point, Paul was having trouble standing, his legs trembling and pre-cum obvious at the tip of his dick. I needed to act.
I stood up, spat thickly onto his prepped hole before lining up my nine-inch monster — veiny, heavy, drooling at the tip, just like Paul’s. I slapped it against his nearest butt cheek and growled out some dirty talk. The type all twinks love.
"Gonna wreck this pussy now bitch!"
No extra lube, just extra spit as I thrust in raw. Burying half my thick length in one savage move. Paul’s hole stretching obscenely around me, hot and tight, no entry issues as I got to work. Gripping his thin hips and powering forward, my heavy sack slapping against his. And I have to say, he felt perfect — a velvet grip that milked my cock so well.
When I fuck, I only have one tempo so I started pounding, brutal and relentless. The bed slamming against the wall with every thrust. My hairy chest with the meat sweats as I hammered Paul’s prostate. To show my appreciation, I reached around with one hand and jerked his leaking dick. Paul moaned like a grateful whore, ass clenching greedily as it swallowed everything I had. I let out some more dirty talk.
"Take it, boy," I snarled, teeth gritted.
Fucking hard.
My money shot approaching fast.
Because of this, I pulled out and flipped Paul onto his back like a puppy. Shoved his legs close to his chest. This new angle allowing me to pile-drive even deeper as my cock got back to work. Bullying his ruined hole with wet filthy bangs. I showed some love to my poor twink. Leaning down and biting his neck, then his nipples. My hand then around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll and his balls tighten.
He came first, untouched except for my brutal pounding — thick cum shooting up to his chest as his hole spasmed wildly around my fat dick. I came not long after. His plentiful load spurring me on. Making me roar and slam home one final time, flooding him with my own heavy load. And like always, I kept thrusting through it - something I love to do - forcing every drop deeper.
We both caught our breath until I was ready to withdraw. And when I did, cum gushed out. I smirked, scooping some up and feeding my fingers to his panting mouth.
"Clean up. You didn’t eat much at breakfast!"
He swallowed obediently, his cock already twitching again. Check-out was another hour away and his tight young ass was mine now. Breakfast was just the start. This boy was going to get a full meal of Daddy Dick before he left the room.
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