Daddy and his boy reunited

I first wrote about my Daddy way back when left my boyfriend at the time for him. We quickly Fell into this daddy/boy routine which was great but leaving my bf didn't get me what I was after, and this guy and I never became a couple. I eventually moved away from the city but over the years we kept in contact.

When we did speak during the last six years most every communication was all about how much he wanted to breed my hole and how much I wanted to drain his nuts and get load after load in my guts.

Imagine my excitement when I got a work assignment back in my old city.

I let him know that I was in town and he eagerly agreed to meet me at my hotel for a drink a few nights after I arrived. Nothing is for certain in life and I didn't know, maybe he had a BF himself, or he might have been married for all I know, but I figured on the off chance he wanted his boy's bubble butt again, I made sure I was nice and clean, pre-lubed and dressed to impress. Tight jeans, fitted shirt and diesel jock strap underneath. A fresh bottle of poppers made a lump in my pocket.

Clearly I wasn't the only one thinking this because when he walked into the hotel bar, my dick jumped to attention. It was a hot August night and humid as it gets in the capitol and he was wearing a tight fitting black v-neck t-shirt that accentuated his biceps and pecs. He was always a shower and grower downstairs and tonight he was wearing a pair of jeans that highlighted his big black dick. Clearly he was dressed to impress as well. And for being six years older, he was still a dam fine looking man (we met in our 30s and here we were now both mid-40s). Basically, the man I fell hard for so many years ago was standing right in front of me the chemistry was as strong as ever.

Over a drink we got caught up and with every sip of our drinks the flirting became more intense and suggestive. My dick was by now rock hard and arched across my thigh. The way he was fidgeting, I guessed he was sporting a boner as well.

"Remember when we used to fuck in the bathroom stall of the hotel around the corner?" He asked taking a sip with his sexy shit eating smile plastered across his face.

"Meet me in the lobby toilet in a few minutes," I suggested.

I got up from the table, adjusted my cock, quickly charged the drinks to my room and made my way to the lobby toilet. This particular hotel was also a conference centre so it had one of those bathrooms with a dozen or more stalls. I chose the very last one away from the door and waited. It was nearly midnight so the hotel was very quiet.

When I heard the door open I assumed it was him and I tapped my foot so he would come down toward me. The stall door opened and he almost looked innocent staring at me, smiling, his jeans doing very little to conceal that 8.5" dick.

He came inside, pushed the stall door closed, turned around and pulled me close kissing me while grabbing my ass.

This daddy's boy was back.

We kissed and ground our hard dicks against each other for awhile and he started to undo his belt.

"Let me do that." I said and dropped to my knees.

I did it on purpose, but I took my time undoing his belt and the buttons on his jeans. I pulled the opening to the side and caught a glimpse of a cock ring and the fucker wasn't wearing underwear. No wonder that bulge was so noticeable when he walked into the stall.

"My dick was hard from the moment I stepped into the hotel to meet you babe," he said.

As I licked the top of his shaft while it was still inside his jeans curving over to one side, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my poppers.

He laughed and said, "Some sluts never change."

After a few good hits of my poppers, I tugged his jeans aside and his big black veiny cut cock plopped out into my face and not wanting to waste my popper high, I inhaled it and started to swallow it as much as I could.

He forced it down my throat, slammed it in hard, held my throat at times, reached around to put a finger down the back of my jeans and with my eyes watering, he pulled me to my feet and kissed me again.

"Good boy, you didn't forget how to take care of daddy's dick, but I want to fuck my boy now," he growled.

I turned around undoing my jeans and after they they fell down my ankles I kicked off one shoe and slipped my leg out so I could my legs wide for him. I propped my hands on the wall of the stall and arched my butt for him.  He bent over and got his tongue up in my ass while holding onto my cheeks. He tongue fucked me and spat into my hole until he was ready and then stood up.

"get your poppers boy," he demanded. I took them out, cracked the bottle open and snorted at least four big hits, he grabbed the bottle and took a few himself while he smacked his rock hard cock against my cheeks.

He wasn't gentle I have to confess and in a millisecond, he was deep inside my already lubed ass thrusting hard without any mercy. At first the pain was intense but I fell into the rhythm of him breeding me.

At times he put his hand over my mouth, pushed my head down, even forced my head against the porcelain toilet, he slapped my ass a little and kept riding me hard until finally he leaned way forward. "Kiss me," he said, "I'm gonna cum."

I turned my head to meet his and while kissing he grunted his load into me and whispered, "I've never stopped loving you."

With his babies dripping from my hole, we got dressed and I invited him up to my room. He just as eagerly accepted the invitation. We got to the room and made daddy/boy love for the next 4 hours. He fucked me In every possible position, made me eat his ass, suck his dick, swallow a load of his cum and eventually he let me free my aching dick from my jock strap and I jacked a huge load onto his chest while he pumped my ass as I straddled him. The pig that he is, he scooped up my cum and made me lick his fingers clean. Exhausted, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

That was the first night, yes there were more.

I  gave him my spare room key and told him to come by whenever he wanted his boy. And he didn't disappoint over the next ten days I was there. He'd text first to make sure it was appropriate and if I was able, he would instruct me on how to be. On all fours, on the floor, against the glass of the window, in the shower etc. Every night he came over, we fucked and made love like lost lovers.

A week after all of this fucking, I was out for a solo drink and he asked where I was. After I told him, he said he'd come join me and when he arrived, he was with a friend of his who was a taller leaner handsome black man about the same age as us.

Without beleaguering the details, after a drink, the two of these sexy men were back in my hotel fucking my brains out, pumping their babies into my guts and making me swallow their cum and lick their dicks clean. I think that night I got seven or eight loads in me, and after we crashed, I felt like a proper slut curled up with my lover and his friend, these two muscled sexy big dicked black guys.

My lover surprised me a couple of nights later, texting me and asking if he could come over. Of course I said yes. He said to turn the lights off, and be on the bed in a jock strap ready for the fuck of my life.

I heard the key in the door and saw the shadows of him coming in but as I soon discovered, it wasn't him, it was the guy he brought to the bar the other night.

"When (he) told me that you had given him a key, I begged for it. I had to get up inside you again. I hope you don't mind?" He said as he pulled his t-shirt over his torso and started to undo his shorts.

I don't think I could even answer because within a second, I was busy sucking his long cock and sliding it down my throat. He was about the same length, a solid 8.5", but a lot thicker and with these Antonio Biaggi balls that hung low and slapped my chin (and eventually my ass). For the rest of the night he bred me hard. At one point he was fucking me doggy style and I became aware of him using his phone camera..."Hey" I said, "no pictures."

"Your daddy said he wants to see his boy's pussy around my dick, and you don't want me to tell him that you were disobeying now do you?"

How could I argue? He continued filming as he fucked his babies into me. I have to say, the picture of my pucker stretched wide open and filled with his cum is a hot one which I'm sure I will use online to get laid in the very near future. Oddly enough, this guy seemed to be doing everything that he was told via text. I asked him at one point as he was sending a text, "Who's your daddy stud?"

Giggling, he says, "same one as you pig."

He was sweet and I didn't really see him being a bottom boy for my lover, but clearly he did what he was told and he fucked me hard and at times very rough calling me a nasty slut boy (and a lot of other xx ones). While on my back, with him holding my ankles, his cock snaked deep into my ass and he dumped his load in me. He wasn't a repeat fucker like my lover but he spent the night and when he woke up, his cock was beautifully hard and I sucked a load out of him before he showered and left to go to work.

Fast forward almost 14 days and my work assignment came to a close and it was time to go back to Europe. The morning I was leaving, my lover called in sick and came over before hotel checkout. We fucked for a few hours and after, in the shower, he gently washed me, kissed me, and kept whispering, "you'll always be mine, you know that right?

And then after getting clean, he did what I would have expected, he bent me over in the shower and fucked a final load into my guts. That load came with me to the airport.

Needless to say, I can't wait for another trip back to my old home city.