Four Hours
I woke with a start, hearing the sounds of water running and splashing, lying in a strange bed in a strange room, completely naked.
I crunched my body up onto my elbows, feeling myself slowly coming to. The red numbers on the clock on the side table attached to the wall said 9:05pm. There was a white sheet covering my lower half. Sounds of someone in the shower were coming from the front of the room as I remembered where I was. And who I was with.
BuiltDadTop1 was in the shower. My legs were slick between my thighs. My cock spent. My ass used.
I flopped down on my back and stretched out on the bed. He must be showering I thought, feeling my dick stirring at the memories.
This man was incredible, a stallion, a guy who’s dick never seems to go down.
I had sucked him after that initial fuck when I arrived at the Motel 6, Room 103, taking his dick like a champ as he kept my jockstrap on and fucked me deep and hard.
Then he spread himself out on the bed, made me keep him hard as I crawled between his legs and sucked on that fat, meaty cock, enjoying every glorious moment between his muscular thighs as he stroked my head and gently face fucked my throat, encouraging me the entire time with his deep baritone voice and dirty talk.
What a fucking man.
I remember being the one that wanted to ride him again, when I had that wide cock in my grip, slick with my spit, and that solid body just waiting to be mounted. He had watched me with a sly grin as I straddled him, feeling his hands move around my ass to spread me open as I sat down on his cock.
He was passionate in this position, his big hands caressing my body as I rode him like a stripper giving a lap dance. His voice had dipped deeper, eliciting a series of “Yeah baby” over and over again, with low talk asking me questions.
“You like my big cock inside your little pussy?”
“You wanna ride my dick all night long, don’t ya boy?”
“Is this the best dick you’ve ever had?”
“You want Dad to fuck you nice and deep?”
“You like milking my big tool with your sweet boy hole?”
I reached under the covers, feeling my swollen cock first before my hand slid under my nuts to my ass. My fingers slid between my cheeks as I spread my legs, feeling the wetness of his leaking cum still drying around my hole. I had already been here two hours, and he’d fucked me twice. My head rolled sideways, towards the sounds of the shower, and it didn’t take me long to kick the sheets down and walk to the bathroom, naked, and now hard.
The bathroom door was mostly open, and the air was thick with steam and heat. The heavy sounds of water sloshing down filled the room along with the low fan, and I caught the figure of the giant muscled man as he turned his face into the stream and closed his eyes.
The white curtain wasn’t pulled closed completely, so I could see his back, his round bubbled ass, and the way the water sluiced over his rippling body, all the way down to the round heels of his feet. For a moment I stood there, frozen in the doorway, holding my cock, staring at his backside, memorizing the smoothness of it, before he slowly turned around.
His dick was soft, but still thick and heavy, hanging between his huge thighs. The light dusting of hair across the base of his cock and his torso was now plastered down over every line of muscle, his tanned body flexing as his held his arms up to wash his face. When he lowered his hands he bent his neck down to let the water hit his skull, and his eyes opened.
Fuck me he was a hot man, I thought to myself as I took in the shadowed scruff along his jawline.
His big brown eyes then looked up under his brows and a grin slowly spread across his face as he caught me staring. Both his hands went to his flat abs, that washboard six-pack, and spread out just above the v-line of his hips. In a trance, I watched his big hands move upwards over the rippling divots in his stomach to his bulging pecs, where he playfully grabbed them and lifted his head up with a handsome smile as if he was putting on a show for me.
“Wanna wash Dad’s back baby boy?” He moistened his lips as water flowed around his boulder-like shoulders, down over his pecs and onto those big fingers as his thumbs danced around his dark pink nipples.
I stepped into the shower in front of him, feeling the heat of the water on my feet as he just stood there smiling at me.
“Thought I’d wash up while you slept like the little baby boy you are.” He grinned, letting his hands fall to his sides, his dick thickening before my eyes as his arms hung there, waiting. “Figured you needed the rest before I fucked you again.”
I was drawn to him, reaching out to those pecs he was just massaging to feel them, wet and muscled. He flexed them as soon as I touched them, and took a step closer to me, his dick now pointing up and elongating as my feet moved beside his and I heard him growl.
He looked down at my hands on his pecs, and then moved his body even closer, our dicks doing a slight sword fight as we positioned ourselves. The water hit me, making me shiver at the sudden feeling, before the warmth spread over me. He lowered his chin as I stepped into him, smelling the hotel soap all around him as his mouth opened and I saw his tongue sliding out as my own mouth stretched up to kiss him.
We both inhaled as we sealed our mouths together. My body broke out in gooseflesh as his wet hands caressed my bum, sliding both hands around into my ass and spreading my cheeks open as water rushed down my back.
He lifted me off my feet as we kissed, holding me easily. Our kiss grew in intensity, before he set me down and then slowly, keeping his eyes locked on mine, he turned around and put his hands on the walls and gave me an up-close view of his back.
“Have at it.” He mumbled over his shoulder as he lowered his head, already anticipating the feeling of my hands on him.
I squirted a dab of the soap from the small bottle into my hands and began to work them around his back as he stood up straight, feeling the giant mounds of flesh under my finger tips. I didn’t hesitate either around his glutes, staring at the perfectly smooth hard round globes as I worked his cheeks. He even let out a groan as my fingers slid between, to the darker regions, his feet spreading a bit, and I wondered for a moment if he wanted me to fuck him.
But then he turned around fast as if he changed his mind, and his cock was sticking straight out in a full erection. It had to be at least nine inches of fat thick meat as I stared down at it, and immediately sunk to my knees to take in the wet thick shaft down my throat once again.
I truly loved sucking on his cock.
His hands went to my wet hair as he let me suck him for a few minutes, before he lifted me off and then turned me around, pushing me to the back wall, face first, his hands manipulating my stance and spreading my feet wider as he crouched down behind me.
And then that handsome face was at my ass, his mouth kissing my jock butt, his tongue finding its way into the crevice, his fingers digging into my flesh as he began to soothe my hole with his hot breath. I moaned, my sounds echoing in the shower as he rimmed and tongue fucked me, pulling my body into his face as he attacked my ass.
Then he stood up fast and went to insert himself straight into me. The pain hit me as his raw cock burned inside me and I pulled away.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, grabbing the soap and massaging it onto my back before sliding those big fingers down over my ass, into my hole, poking and prodding as he also slicked up his cock and then rammed it back inside.
I groaned loudly, my hands splayed against the wall as he drove himself into me so deep I saw my own toes try to grip the shower floor.
“There you go baby. Did you miss it already?” He moaned, sliding a soapy hand around my neck and then down my back.
I breathed through the sensation, feeling his body stepping up to mine, his hands moving around to my front to pull me into a standing position against him, and his mouth went to my shoulder.
But then a hand went under my leg, and he squatted a bit lower, moving the other hand under my thigh. His hands gripped me under my legs and he stood up again, lifting me straight up off the shower floor, impaled on his cock from behind.
“Holy fuck!” I moaned, letting my head fall back against his shoulder as he held me there and started to power fuck me in the shower. I was a rag doll in his hands, the sounds of our bodies smashing together now filling the bathroom.
Then he turned me sideways and I felt him stepping out of the shower with me still attached to his dick. I could see us in the mirror, his giant figure behind me holding me against him, stepping one big leg out first with me impaled on his cock and slack-jawed, before the other foot came out and we were now standing, facing the mirror, soaking wet, before he resumed his slammings.
“Look at you. Fuckin’ sexy boy. I could fuck you all night long!” He growled in my ear as we both watched ourselves in the mirror.
I reached a hand up and backwards to grab his neck as my open mouth turned sideways. I felt his tongue attempt to kiss me as he drilled my body effortlessly, before my face turned again to the steamed mirror to see our figures.
As if he wasn’t satisfied with the view either, he started to walk with me out of the bathroom and into the colder hotel room, holding me in his big hands and bulging biceps to the large mirror in the middle of the room over the long desk beside the TV. Here, we had a clear view, of his handsome 5 o’clock shadowed grin beside my face, my body in a seated position on his cock, his big hands under me. With a momentary pause he moved right up to the desk and stood there, looking at me looking at him.
“Now there’s a sexy view, my little boy taking Dad’s dick like a fuckin’ champ.” He grunted and then began to pound me hard and deep and fast.
I grunted with each deep thrusting, my head falling back against his body again as I took it. I pushed my own body back against his, feeling the size difference and letting him use me like this, before he started to walk again, this time towards the window.
Holding me in one hand and still impaled on his cock, he shoved the curtains wide open with his other hand and moved me close enough to the window I could put my feet down onto the sill. It was dark outside, the room facing the highway, and I could see the parking lot below as we were backlit by the light from the bathroom.
“You think anyone is watching?” He whispered into my ear as he moved me right up to the glass. He stood there with me, thrusting himself up into me, causing me to moan and writhe backwards again, stretching both my arms up and around behind his neck to grip on to him as my feet planted themselves down for some leverage. I was pushing myself back into him as much as he was pounding deep into me, right there, in front of the open window.
“Oh my God!” I moaned into him, feeling his mouth at my ear.
“Yeah! You like that? Like me fucking you by the window? You want the world to see your Dad pounding this sweet little boy pussy? Bet they’d pay to see this show!” He grunted in my ear, teasing me with his tongue, breathing heavily into me as he fucked me. One hand moved around and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his poundings.
I could feel his grip tighten as I rode that cock like it was the first pounding of the night. He felt amazing, and with his hand around me I knew I was going to shoot very soon.
He must have felt it too as his mouth hovered around my ear.
“Want Dad to FUCK the cum out of you baby?”
I whimpered out a “Yes please” as he ravaged my ass with his cock while he fisted my dick, my own body working hard to milk his cock with my ass.
“I wanna see you shoot that load all over this fuckin’ window. Show Dad what you can do baby boy!” he wrenched my head around to kiss me with a sloppy tongue, eating my mouth as he worked my cock and fucked my ass.
My sounds were smothered but my body never quit. I started to shake as I felt the cum rising, my hands scratching his neck and shoulders, trying to hold on as my ass worked faster, smashing against him as his big cock continued to pummel me.
And then my eyes opened as I broke the kiss and held on to him as I watched my cum erupt from my fisted cock and splash straight out onto the window with a satisfying thud, round after round, as I wondered for a brief moment if someone was watching.
I was still shuddering when he moved me away from the window, cock still inside me, and brought me to the bed. He extracted himself from me when he lifted me forward and put me down on the unmade bed, crawling right onto it behind me, covering my body with his, kissing my neck. I was panting hard, stretching myself out under him onto the sheets, breathing in the smell of our last round, when I felt his cock searching for my hole again.
He pushed one leg of mine upwards and brought his own knee up behind as his cock found its way back inside me in one slow, groan inducing thrust so deep I bucked up into his body.
A large hand went around the back of my neck and he roughly pushed my face into the pillow and started to fuck me gently.
He was big, and heavy, letting his body rest on mine, holding me down in a specific position as he slid in and out of me in a deliberate manner, drawing that thick cock almost all the way out before letting it sink so deep in me he tried to push me into the mattress. He never let out, and never let go of me, holding me in place as he used me.
A momentary relief hit me as he withdrew all the way and grabbed me with some tenderness and rolled me over on my back. He slid under me, lifting my legs around his shoulders and reinserted himself into me and stared down at me.
“You like it this way?” He suddenly said, staring at me between my ankles on either side of his face, bending over me so far that my knees were at my ears. “Want Dad to fuck you like you his little whore? Begging for his babies?”
I felt my eyes drifting shut as I shivered, feeling his cock push in so far I groaned.
“Fuck me you’re so deep.”
“You know it baby. Right there?” He bit his bottom lip as his nose brushed against mine and angled his hips upwards, making me moan out in shock and nod. “Yeah there’s the spot. Now let’s see if Dad can make you cum again with his big dick. You want that?”
I stared at him, saw his eyes looking at my face, my eyes, my lips again, before he finally brought his lips to mine. A soft kiss ensued, before he pulled away from me, my lips hanging apart.
“Open your mouth boy.” He whispered and I did. I saw him work up spit in his mouth before he lifted his chin and let it all drop out directly into my mouth, then covered my lips with his and kissed me, forcing me to swallow it all as he began to move over me.
Then his hand moved to my forehead and he began to pat my hair back as his hips moved in and out of me. He held me down by his body, his eyes locked on mine, as he fucked me slowly, my hands gripping any part of him I could. I grabbed his ass, feeling the muscles moving as he worked his body into mine. I slid my hands upwards to his broad shoulders. Felt the size of his neck, before gliding over his rounded shoulders. I could feel his triceps working as he held himself over me, and then found my hands back on his ass, squeezing my fingers into his flesh as we never broke eye contact.
I studied him, the shape of his nose, the furrowed brow, the darkness of his eyes, the scratchy feel of his beard. I’d been under many men by this point, but there was something so hypnotic, and I didn’t even know that much about him. I loved the feel of his bigger body over me, and the fullness of his fat cock inside me. I loved the way he was moving so gently inside me after the rough room carrying pounding from before. I loved the way he was looking at me and kissing me every so often.
I felt my head tossing slowly from side to side at the connection. The slickness of our bodies now working together. The intensity of our kissing growing as he began to build up speed. I don’t know how long he fucked me in this position. But I didn’t want him to stop.
I was completely lost in him: the sight of him, the feel of him, the sensations inside me, the weight of him. He was my new drug and I was already addicted.
My head bobbed from side to side as he pounded me.
My dick was throbbing as I felt the build up again.
I grabbed his biceps and tried to steady myself as he stared down at me.
“That’s it boy. Take it. Dad’s gonna fill you up again. You ready baby?” He grunted over me, sweat dripping off his nose into my mouth.
I nodded. “I’m ready. And I want it.” I moaned just before his mouth crushed mine and I felt his tongue invade me.
He grunted into me, his breath mixing with mine as he slammed his hips into me. The bed was shaking. I was shuddering. My fingers dug into his back as I felt him unload his warmth into me.
“Don’t stop!” I moaned, feeling his body jerking violently as he grunted and kissed and fucked me deep.
“Don’t stop!” I moaned again, reaching for my cock to jerk it fast.
He put his hands down around me and held himself over me, ensuring his cock was buried deep, pushing himself into me to watch my face.
“I won’t stop baby. I own your little pussy now.” He grinned over me and clutched my chin, watching me as my legs widened and he used his hips to dig into me deeper. “Cum for Dad. NOW!”
I felt my body react to his command and I did, letting another round out of me, straight up and out of my dick onto my body as his eyes moved to watch it spray.
“Good boy!” He grinned, repeating those words until I stopped writhing under him.
Then he let his body lower onto me, crushing me with his weight, moving his mouth to mine, sliding his hands under me, smearing my cum between us, keeping his cock buried in me. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was nearly 11pm. We’d been at this for four hours.
And his cock wasn’t deflating.
I wrapped my legs around him, my arms barely connecting around his broad back as he snuggled into me.
“You’re all mine now boy.” He whispered into my ear, catching his breath, my body still tingling. “I’m never going to stop fucking you.”
I didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
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