Daddy's Home

Boy Needs Bull

Al had left the house early the next morning, after the first time he fucked me. He was heading out for the rest of the week for a run he called it. Four days on the road, two there, two to get back. But by the time he was to return on Saturday, he told me to be ready. He told me he’d want back in my ass. He told me he’d save up his load to feed me any way I wanted. Because I was his new home.

That first time, Al and I had laid together for a few hours, completely naked, cuddled in each other’s arms. My mom had gone to work for the day, and we spent the morning basking in the afterglow of our first time. I felt like I was 18 again, with Steve, but this time I had the man to myself, with no rush or hurry, and I knew what I was doing. I wanted to remember this one, and it didn’t seem like Al was in a hurry either.

Even now, almost 24 hours after our first time together, I could still smell him on me, I could feel my body aching for him again already, I could feel my ass with a sense of emptiness. He had made me cum just by entering me. I was a quivering mess under his body. He had teased me until I was begging for him to fuck me. It had been a while since I felt this attached, this enthralled, this attracted to a man. Not since Joe.

I heard him leave the house around 5 am and thought he might come in my room to say good-bye. Not that I was expecting him to; but I was hopeful. He moved quietly for such a big man, and what a big man he was in every sense of the phrase. Solid, beefy, muscular, dusting of hair over his chest, big bull sized cock and balls. Al was all man, with the stern look and build, the big moustache and beard and manly persona. But he fucked me like a tender lover in the end, not hurrying to get dressed, cuddling with me and calling me his boy. It felt good to spend that much time with this new daddy. All the other daddies I’d had had fucked me and needed to get home to their families or lives. This one lived right here with me. And as long as we were alone in the house together, there was no rush.

So when he told me he would be gone for the rest of the week, I wasn’t sure how I felt.

I rolled over and looked at the clock as I thought about him, knowing I was going to have to go back to work at some point, given my leave of absence was up in a few weeks. I was granted a leave after Joe died, and even though I wasn’t rushing to get back, I did need to make some money again. I had flown off to Europe afterwards to get away from everyone and let loose. I certainly didn’t want to have to return to my mother and depend on her. I needed to return to a life of normalcy. But now, I was feeling different. I wasn’t sure I wanted to escape this place now that I had Al. I wasn’t normal to be getting fucked by the same man that was fucking your mother. Was it?

I busied myself for the next few days, setting up a return to work meeting with my old boss for Friday afternoon, hitting the gym hard, and keeping myself in drool worthy form for the return of my new daddy, Al, the big Bull. But everywhere I went that week, I stared at men. I compared guys to Al, wondering if they had as big a cock as he did, or I’d see someone large and think, nope, not even close to my new daddy. I was like a cat in heat, refusing to touch myself until Bull got home. I didn’t promise him, but if he was going to save his load for four days, then so was I. I just didn’t realize how horny I now was, after having Al inside me. And how badly I realized I needed cock. Being nailed by so many guys in Europe, and then the pilot after I landed back in Canada, I was turning into the total slut I stopped myself from becoming back in university. Let’s just say it was a very difficult four days to contain myself and not beg for cock elsewhere.

Saturday morning, I was pacing my room like a panther, ready to pounce the moment I heard the door. I knew Al would be back in the afternoon at some point, but I was not entirely sure when. I spent the morning at the new gym, avoiding the glances of the owner who I knew was checking me out – who was a very hot daddy type himself – and just focused on looking perfect for the return of my Bull. I had only had him once, but I was ready for a second go at him.

My mom left to go shopping for something, and I prayed that Al would come home before she did. But when my mom returned to find me opening the door for her and hiding my disappointment that she wasn’t Al after all, I resigned myself to thinking this wasn’t going to be the welcome home reception I was anticipating.

Around 4:45pm I heard a car door shut in our driveway and braced myself for his entrance. I was nervous, shaking really, as I sat with my eyes to the door pretending to read a book. I had never been this attached to anyone, waiting for a guy like this. Even with Joe, we had more of a normal relationship. This was like he owned me, and I was his for the taking, like I had to be some 50s housewife waiting for her man to return home from work.

He stepped in and held the door open, surveying the room quickly and seeing me sitting in the chair, my legs pulled up. I glanced over at him right away and I felt my whole body surge with excitement. I couldn’t hide the smile on my face. Nor could he, as his smile widened through his now thicker beard and I saw his straight white teeth.

“Hey boy.” He said rather quietly, his eyes glancing around until my mother’s voice from the kitchen welcomed him home.

“Welcome back Al! I’m in the kitchen.”

He glanced back at me, taking me in, letting out a small rumble in his throat as he looked at me and kicked off his boots. He didn’t speak, but just stared at me as he put a backpack on the floor and winked at me. I didn’t speak either, taking him all in once again. The size of him still made me gasp, the shape of his bulky body under the now familiar flannel shirt he had on the last time he arrived home and I saw him for the first time. But this time, I knew what was underneath. I knew the muscular bear body he had, and the big thick beer can dick he was packing, all waiting for me.

He moved to the hallway that lead to our bedrooms and spoke loudly to my mom. “Just gotta take a leak and I’ll see you in the kitchen in a minute.” And he began to walk down the hallway. At the end, he stopped and turned to me, and with a signal from his hand as the other one grabbed his crotch, he indicated for me to come to him.

Like a flash I tossed my book onto the seat of the couch and leapt off the chair and practically ran down the hallway. He had stepped into their bedroom, and I could see the light from their bathroom come on. I rounded the doorway corner and he was there, waiting for me, arms extended out inviting me in, hands open to grab me.

“C’mere sexy.” He whispered as I hugged his body. He bent down, taking my face in his hands and kissed me while groaning. I could feel him growing against my stomach, his dick hardening as we made out. We tried to be quiet, but it was too hard. “Did you miss me?” He whispered again, undoing his pants and fishing out his cock.

He smelled incredible, as if he had been sitting around all day exuding testosterone just for me. And like a hungry little boy, I slipped down to my knees and grabbed that massive shaft and tasted him all at once, shoving him into my throat.

Al moaned, letting his fingers run through my hair and looked up. He growled a little louder now and then hissed, pulling me off his now wet-with-my-saliva dick and peered down at me, holding a finger up. “Easy boy. I’m gonna burst.” He wagged his cock against my face and smiled. “This four day load is going up that boy pussy later. So be ready at some point cause Daddy’s home.”

He picked me up and I wrapped around him like a koala bear, eating his tongue again and hearing the groans coming from both our throats before he set me down and gently nudged me away. “Go help your mother and behave. I’ve got to calm this monster down now and take a piss.” He kissed me one last time and went to shut the door but stopped and looked down at me. “You had anyone in that ass while I was gone?”

I shook my head. “No. I have a four day load saved up too.”

Al stared at me with a grin. “Well you behave tonight and Daddy’s going to give you some release later. I promise. Now go before your mother comes looking for us.”

He closed the door and I pulled at my own pants to adjust the size of my erection. He missed me just as much, which made me spin and smile and walk sideways down the hallway. I tugged down the oversized shirt I was wearing hoping to hide it before I snuck back into the living room and turned into the kitchen to see my mom prepping for dinner.

“What are we having?” I asked innocently, hoping she didn’t look up to see the flushness of my face, or the size of my bulge under my shirt.

“I’m making a hamburger casserole. I figured Al would be hungry so there’s going to be lots.”

Very hungry indeed I thought as I watched her putting things into a giant white dish, the smell of the cooked hamburger filling my nose now instead of Al’s dick. I breathed in, feeling rather dizzy still at the thought of the big man being home again.

He stepped into the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts, barefoot and a fitted tee, I almost creamed my pants. The shirt clung to his pecs, curving over the roundness of that firm gut, and his arms were blasting out of it like he was the winner of an arm wrestling contest. His legs equally impressive and huge, and those big feet aching to be licked. He gave my mother a warm hug and kissed the top of her head as he spoke to her quietly. I felt almost guilty, knowing that I had already tasted his cock, and my welcome home kiss was much different than hers.

“Smells good in here!” He bellowed and went to the fridge and pulled out a beer. He pointed a finger at me and nodded. “I’d offer you one but you don’t drink beer. Shame.” He said as he twisted the top off and brought the long necked bottle to his lips and held it there to his open mouth. “Would you like something else to drink?”

I couldn’t help but smile at his teasing, and shook my head. “No I’m good for now. I might have something later.”

Our eyes locked as my mother moved around the kitchen, taking the large casserole dish to the oven and bending over. Al bit his lower lip and grabbed his bulge with his free hand as she did, winking at me again. How was I going to get through this dinner if he kept acting like that?

“You know what, I think I will have something to drink.” I moved over to the fridge as my mother went to the sink and washed her hands. Al stood in the middle, turning to look at us both before he took a big swig as I pulled out an alcoholic cider out and opened up the can.

“So how’s the week been folks?” Al asked, turning to my mother.

She started talking, telling him about this person and that person, about work, and all the things that she did. She rattled on, and I could see him regret asking. Until she said that she had to go out at 8 with the girls. One of them was going through something with her husband and the girl group had decided to take her out for drinks.

“I know you just got home but I didn’t think you’d mind.” She sort of looked at him with a “sorry about that” look, hoping he wouldn’t be mad. Al’s face was far from being mad.

“Not at all! You go have fun!” He turned and looked at me. “Brian and I can find something to do tonight, unless he’s going out with friends too?” He looked at me with a fake sad face. I tried to hide my own excitement knowing that at 8 o’clock, Al and I were going to have the house all to ourselves. Our four day load was going to be taken care of immediately.

“Wasn’t planning on it.” I mumbled and took a long swig from the can, avoiding looking at Al as much as I could.

“Perfect!” My mom went on her tiptoes and kissed the side of Al’s face, running her hands down his hard little belly. “I won’t be too late and I can welcome you home then.”

Al giggled. “I might be passed out. I’m pretty tired.” He said quietly, sliding a hand around my mom’s waist which made her giggle and look shyly at me.

“Well,” she patted his hard pecs and pushed away from him, “dinner will be ready in an hour so you can rest for a bit.”

I took my cider and left the room, back to my book and left them alone. Partly because I didn’t want to see them touching, partly because I couldn’t hide my shaking body, anticipating the feeling of this Bull of a man once again in a few hours.

I didn’t eat with them, but took some food and hid out in my room. I gave them some space, taking a long hot shower in preparation for the night time fun I was ready to have with the big Bull pacing around my house. And at close to 8, I was already in a pair of loose fitting cotton shorts and a tee, barefoot and dripping with energy.

Al too had announced before dinner that he needed to shower to get rid of the truck smell. I had almost snuck in to watch, or steel some more kissing sessions with him, but my mother followed him and said she was going to get ready herself before dinner. He had appeared when the casserole was ready in a different tee and shorts, these shorts to the knee and loose as well, and his tee shirt just as fitted and mouthwatering.

I could hear my mom and Al talking in the kitchen as they ate. Every sound they made I tried to ignore. I didn’t want to think of them doing anything remotely romantic. And as the hour passed, I finally emerged from my room at 7:30 and went downstairs to the finished basement to watch TV as I waited for my mom to leave.

Finally I heard her getting ready and she hollered a goodbye to me. I yelled one back, and listened to the front door opening and closing, the sound of her car starting in the driveway, and the heavy footsteps of the large man upstairs walking around. My heart was thumping madly as I traced the trail of his feet overhead, moving from the front door to the kitchen, then back to the front door, then overhead again down the hallway to their bedroom, then back to the front door, before I heard him coming down the stairs.

He appeared in the entrance to the rec room, putting an elbow up on the frame and resting his other hand on his waist. I turned to see him standing there, all muscled and sexy, his bearded face a serious one as he stared at me.

“Well boy, she’s gone.” He said softly.

I stood up, feeling my dick already tenting my shorts as I let my eyes trail over his body. He had crossed one foot over the other, his big toe holding up his bent leg, making his calf muscle bulge out. I could see the elongated bicep on one arm as he rested on the door, as the other one bent by his body veined out. I saw his tongue snake out and lick his lips as his light brown eyes squinted at me.

I didn’t move, just sort of stood there, waiting, wondering what he wanted to do. And then like a scene from a movie, he just started walking quickly to me, and in one big gasp, I felt myself being picked up easily as our mouths connected again. He kept walking forward with me in his arms, my legs around him, kissing me hungrily until he stopped, letting his arms hold me against him as his hands held my head. His mouth was wide open, taking in my tongue as his filled me. I could taste his spit, the second beer he had just had, and the thickness of his tongue as he practically ate my face. He growled, the sound reverberating through me, filling my own throat with his sounds. I moaned back into him, sensing the rumbling through our bodies as I squeezed into him tightly.

I had missed him. Too much.

“Oh my god.” I breathed out as he suddenly set me down in front of him on my shaking legs. I watched his big hands move to his own body and slide down his sides, his fingers moving underneath the waistband of his now tented shorts. Smoothly, he pushed his shorts down and let his bull cock flop out. As he stepped out of the shorts with his big feet, he pulled his shirt off his head from the top, and tossed it to the side. I was on my knees again in front of him, this naked beast of a man, ready to take his cock.

He let out a satisfactory breath as I engulfed his dick into my warm mouth, my hands running over his lightly hairy legs as I knelt by his feet.

“Yeah boy. Take that big cock. You missed it didn’t you.” His big fingers were in my hair but he wasn’t forcing me. He was letting me feast, just running his hand over my head and letting me get him fully erect.

He was more than a mouthful, and I gripped the base of his cock for support. I could feel his dick throbbing, the size of his nuts full, and the sounds of his breathing already out of control.

He pulled back after only a few moments and leaned down to encourage me up by the armpits. He grabbed my shirt and freed me from it, before he turned me around and yanked my shorts and underwear off. I kicked them away as he walked me towards the wall, both of us naked in the basement, the TV on to the side.

“Daddy’s home.” He said, guiding me to the wall by my ass, rubbing around the smoothness of my cheek before I stopped face first at the wall and put my hands up to it, pushing my ass backwards. Al knelt behind me and gently kissed each cheek, his hands moving around my ass, sending shivers over my entire body. I moaned again, and arched as he let that thick tongue out and licked the crack of my ass up before he stood up. I heard him spit and then felt that heavy cock resting on the top of my ass.

“I need to be in this little muscled ass right now. I’ve been thinking about breeding you again all week.” He was talking quietly, lubing up his fat cock with his own spit, rubbing it up and down my ass until he started to add a bit more pressure and I knew he wanted inside me.

I leaned forward, bending more to give him access.

“First nut is going to be fast my boy. But I promise you I’m going to fuck you nonstop till your mother gets home.” I felt the mushroom head of his cock squeezing between me, the heat from the tip like a sensor to my hole. I felt a drop of wetness suddenly and then he rubbed the head of his cock around in a circle over my puckered hole. “Gonna squeeze my dick right in you now.” He said to himself and pushed forward.

I moved with him, my small hole resisting the invasion of his large cock head at first. But when I couldn’t move forward any more, my ass gave in and he popped into me suddenly, splitting me wide open and gliding all the way in.

And just like the first time, I felt my cock leaking cum as he entered me. I moaned like a banshee and backed into him just as quickly as he was moving forward. I looked down to see a stream of precum dripping from my cock as my insides went wild. I was so full of cum and so horny for this big man that I was already oozing out the full load I had inside me.

I heard him hiss behind me and his fingers squeezed into my sides as I bottomed out, his hairy groin at my ass holding himself still for a moment. I felt his cock twitch and I gasped, feeling more of my own juices flowing from me.

“I’m already leaking.” I moaned and he let out a low rumble from his throat.

“I think I am too baby.” He whispered. He stepped forward, pushing my body into the wall and wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my pecs and bringing my body upright into his. He leaned around and found my mouth and kissed me as he started to slowly fuck me. I moaned into him, feeling my own cock ready to explode as he did. So when his big hand moved down my abs and he wrapped that big fist around me and started to jerk it as he pumped his dick in me, I was gone.

“You’re going to make me cum.” I moaned.

“I’m gonna shoot now. First load in you baby. I want you to cum with me.” His mouth was at my ear and he was slowly working his cock into me from behind. When he started to grunt I felt my body give in and I began to erupt in his hand, jerking my body into his as he held me against him with such power I was in his grasp.

He moaned into my ear as cum poured out of my cock, all over his hand and the wall in front of me and the carpet beneath me. I had never cum this fast, with this much force before. And then his mouth covered my ear and his tongue darted out to poke it and he grunted out, digging his cock into me deeper and rocking out a series of thrusts as he too unloaded in me. It was so powerful that I FELT his cum flood me. He didn’t stop thrusting for a solid minute, sending 9 or 10 grunts into my ear with each explosion of cum. There was so much that it was leaking out of my ass, down my leg as his cock stayed buried in me.

He never once let go of my cock or my body, that big arm around me holding me by the chest against his body, his fist gripping my dick tightly as he buried his face into my neck, the feel of his beard against my skin making me shiver. We froze for a moment, panting, breathing hard, until he gently released my dick and brought his cum soaked hand to my face and fed me his fingers.

“Clean up your cum boy.” He watched me lick his fingers and hand clean before he turned my face to his and kissed me, sucking the flavour from my mouth and growling into me.

And then, just as slowly and steadily, he began to move again, working his cock in and out of my tunnel, the sounds of suction filling the basement as my cum filled ass begged for more.

“This one’s going to be a lot longer.” He whispered into my ear. “You want more boy?”

Well, I thought, we have a few hours before my mom gets home. “Fuck yes.” I turned over my shoulder to see his face, and the muscles of his shoulders as he stared back at me with a grin. “I have missed you Daddy.”

“Well Daddy’s in his home now boy. No need to miss me anymore.” He moved his fingers to my shoulders and I reached over to take one in my mouth. He lifted it up, letting me suck on his finger as he watched me. “Such a good little boy.”

I lowered my head, letting the feeling of him pumping my ass wash over me. This was going to be a long night. A night I’ve been waiting for since the first time he stretched me open. As I looked over my shoulder with a look of sheer ecstasy, I knew I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.