Six Pack
He was like a drug to me, and I was addicted. I was 28, only married for a couple years, thinking I was done with all this stuff with other men. Yet here I was, parked in an out of the way hiking trail, waiting for him.
HIM.
Jeff, my “BuiltDadTop1” man who fucked me senseless just a couple weeks ago in some strange house. He was all I thought about now, all 6’3”, 250lbs of solid muscle. He was old enough to be my dad, at 47, and that’s only what I was allowed to call him. Dad.
Just sitting here, in the car, waiting for him, my ass twitched at the thought of having his thick cut eight inch cock throbbing inside me. He was dominant, demanding, and I couldn’t seem to get enough.
Two weeks had gone by and I had done my usual nightly visit to the gay hookup site where we first met. Like his usual routine, he seemed to disappear for a while, but I obligingly went on every night, sometimes during the day, hoping to see my next message.
Finally, two nights ago, he sent me a message.
BABY BOY! Dad’s missed his sweet little boy. You fingering that tight little pussy thinking about your Dad? Gonna fuck you in public, just like I promised. So get your hot little jock ass to the old rail trail at Windmere so I can pound you good and hard outdoors in the woods. Told a few horn dogs we’d be there so they can watch us. I know you want that don’t you boy? Put on a show for Dad’s buddies? Yeah you do you little slut. Dad’s going to sink into that warm cunt and impregnate you right in front of a crowd. This Friday night. 9pm. Wear your jock and wait for me in the parking lot. I wanna walk with you and show you off before I push you up against a tree. Can’t wait to see you baby. Dad’s gonna fuck you every which way he can, and leave you begging for more. Message me back when you see this. Don’t make me wait boy.
I was rock hard by the time I typed a message back, my heart hammering in my chest.
I’ve missed you Dad. Been waiting for the next invitation. Saving up my boy hole for you. I’ll be there. Ready willing and able. B xoxo
Thursday night, when I checked back, there was a reply from him.
God damn boy I can’t WAIT to see you. I’m going to swallow that tongue so deep and kiss you so fucking hard. My sweet baby boy is going to moan when Dad’s tongue is shoved down his throat and his fat finger is pushing up into that little cunt. I’ll have you leaking before we even start walking. Wanna walk with my hand in yours. Wanna show off my boy to anyone who wants to watch. I posted a message to a few buds to come watch me fuck the living hell out of you boy. You ready for my fat cock? Ready to put on a show for Dad’s buddies? Be there at 9 and don’t be late.
My dick was fully erect in my pajama pants as I sat at my computer, staring at the screen. He wasn’t online, but I quickly typed a message back.
I’ll be there Dad. I can’t wait to see you too. My little boy pussy is aching for your big dick. I’ve been thinking about you non stop. I’ll be in the parking lot for 9pm. Come find me.
I went to bed with a giant smile on my face and a massive thick dick. I wanted to save my load. For him.
Friday I came home and showered after work. Allie was heading out with her girlfriends after work which worked out well. I had time to get ready, ignore my throbbing wood and fingering my own ass in the shower. I wanted to be ready to take him. Every inch of him. And anyone else he invited along to watch.
I felt like I was 25 again. With Al.
I double checked the site to see if there were any other messages. When I logged on, I noticed there were six messages. I started with the oldest one.
I’ll find you alright boy. I’ll sniff that little boy pussy out right to your car. Be careful I may just fuck you right there in your front seat. Dad’s ready to seed you boy. I’ve got a four day load for you.
I grinned, picturing him doing just that. And how amazing he felt in the backseat of his RAV4.
I clicked on the next one, my heart already pounding in my chest as I grabbed my cock under my towel.
Only a few hours till I pound you silly in front of some guys I know. I’m so hard already. Wait till they watch you take it.
I swallowed, wondering how many guys he invited. I mean I’ve put on a show before. But this felt different for some reason. I became scared of Al. Should I be scared of this guy? BuiltDadTop1. Jeff. What did I really know about him?
The next message was even more of a turn on.
Dad is going crazy for you boy. Been thinking about you all day and can’t wait to feast on you first. And when I slide in to that warm hole I want to see your eyes widen. I want to hear how much you love it.
I clicked the fourth message right away.
I had a hard time pissing at work. My cock is so thick for you. I can smell how horny I am for you. What are you doing to me BOY?
And the fifth.
Hope you cleared your evening. Dad’s going to fuck you for hours.
I was practically shaking at these tantalizing messages. I remember past Daddies fucking me for hours. Some even all night. But this guy? He was the best Dad I’ve ever had. My cock was harder than ever as I slowly played with it under my towel. I clicked for the next message, checking to see if Jeff was online but he wasn’t showing he was.
Damn boy. Dad’s gonna wreck your boy hole. You’re going to be walking funny after tonight. Gonna fuck you so hard I may split you in two. But I won’t. I’ll go easy on your cute little boy hole. I wanna see you put on a show for my buddies. Show them how much you LOVE your Dad.
I sat back, staring at the all capitalized word and smiled. I hit reply on the last one and typed quickly, realizing I had to get dressed and get going.
I’ll show them Dad. You’ll see it in my eyes just how much I love my Dad.
I hit send, wondering if he’d see it before he got there tonight. But I didn’t care. He was saying all the right things. I was hooked.
And I drove to that parking lot carefully, wearing a white jock under a pair of gym shorts and a loose T-shirt. I was in a pair of running shoes, wearing a baseball hat over my head just in case I had to hide my face from anyone. I felt like a little baseball player, going to meet his coach again.
Steve drifted into my head. Ever since him, it seemed like I’d been trying to find his equal. A big, solid man. A coach. A dad. A MAN.
As I pulled into the lot, noticing the mix of vehicles spread out, not seeing Jeff’s, I wondered if this guy could be that man. I thought I had it with Joe. Then when he died, I had been searching for someone…Ben, Neil, Al, Duke…. Maybe Jeff was what I was trying to find finally.
I saw his RAV4 pull in rather fast, spinning dirt and gravel as he spun into a spot near the end of the lot. He didn’t wait, jumping out of his SUV fast, wearing that red baseball hat of his, a plain black T-shirt, worn faded jeans and a pair of workboots. He looked every bit the blue-collar man of my dreams as I took in the shape of his huge muscular build and the way he walked quickly, scanning the cars in the lot, wondering which one was mine.
I stepped out fast, staring his way, waiting for him to notice me. It didn’t take long, and he stopped short for a second, looking like seeing me made him freeze, before a wide smile spread across his face, showing off his straight white teeth against his dark tanned skin.
“Holy fuck boy.” I heard him grumble as he picked up the pace and strode over towards me as I stepped in front of my car. I noticed his eyes rake over my body as his handsome face got closer. He ran a big hand around his mouth, like he was wiping away drool and then jogged over to me.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and waited at the hood of my car, watching his smile as he neared me.
“Look at you…you cute little thing.” He bent down as he neared me and wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, spinning me around like I was in a romcom at the airport, making me let out a surprised giggle at his expression of emotion.
And without a care in the world, he brought his lips to mine and started kissing me, passionately, while holding me up in the air against his body.
I pushed back, putting my hands on his powerful shoulders and broke the kiss, embarrassed at this display “Stop. There may be people around.”
He grinned, squeezing me in his arms and smiled even wider. “That’s the idea tonight. I don’t care who sees us. I could fuck you right now and bend you over the hood of your car.” He growled before he pulled my head to his with one big hand, standing there in the middle of the darkening parking lot, making out with me.
He finally put me down and grabbed my hand with his and started walking towards the trail. “Come on sexy. They should be waiting. Dad’s gotta get this in there.” He grabbed his cock in his jeans, showing me the size of his dick already and then let go of my hand to grab my ass as I walked beside him. He looked over his shoulder as he took my hand in his and then started walking with me, hand in hand, down the dirt path away from the lot.
When his arm came around my shoulders and he hung his big arm around me and pulled me close, I moved in close to him, looking up at his smiling face. I couldn’t believe how free he was. I knew nothing about him: where he worked, what he did, if he was married, if was attached at all, if he had any kids of his own. But here he was with me, walking along with me, hand in hand, arm around me now, taking me into the woods to fuck me. In front of others.
When we hit a spot down the trail where there was a dent in the grass, he pulled me off the trail. I looked behind me, and noticed a guy in the distance walking behind us, but I didn’t get a good look before I was sucked up into the wooded area.
I followed behind him, watching his big bubbled ass in his jeans and the size of his broad back as he pulled me along until we were in a clearing.
There was a picnic table in the centre of the wooded area, with remnants of a fire pit, surrounded by a circle of trees.
And there were four guys spread out standing against the trees.
Waiting.
I saw Jeff look around, but didn’t say a word as he led me to the picnic table. There was already a grey blanket on it, folded. Jeff let go of my hand and took the blanket, shaking it quickly and spreading it out on the top as he turned around to view the guys standing there. I looked too, noting that another guy appeared from behind a tree.
And then the guy on the path behind us emerged from the path that we had just taken.
I saw Jeff nod at one guy to his right, who lifted a hand to his head as a signal. He was wearing something similar to Jeff, a red baseball hat that looked the same, and a plain black shirt with jeans and work boots. He wasn’t as tall as Jeff, nor as built, but he looked about the same age and was just as gruff looking.
I looked around, seeing the other guys come into focus. The guy that just entered from the path had a full beard and was also wearing a baseball hat, different from Jeff and the other guy. He had a flannel shirt on and shorts, showing off a pair of sculpted legs with work boots. The guy to my right against a tree had a thick head of hair, curly and almost to his shoulders, tall and beefy, wearing a tank and jeans, his arms muscled and tatted. Also in work boots, looking like a jacked construction guy who came right from a work site.
The guy to his right was older, with a bald head shining in the darkness, with a full beard that came to a point, making him look rather devilish. He looked like a biker right off the bat, with a jacket over his dark shirt and dark jeans and black boots. His dick was already out of his fly and he was already stroking it as he watched us.
The last guys were now standing shoulder to shoulder, both in polo shirts and tight pants, like they just left a golf course. They were tanned, and fit, and looked almost out of place, like two preppy younger guys, new dads maybe, on a retreat. One had short dark hair, the other had short blonde hair. Their polos showed they were fit but dad types, small round guts on them and thick looking arms. One guy put his arm around the shoulder of the other and they fished out their cocks as I tried to look at their clean shaven faces and clean cut hair. The blonde guy looked familiar. I squinted a bit as I stared, trying to place his handsome face, before I felt Jeff’s big hand on me, pushing me to the picnic table as I took in everyone around us.
There were six guys here. Surrounding me in a small circle. Eying me like I was the main course of a buffet. And they were all hungry.
Jeff pulled me to the picnic table by the hand he still clasped, before he rather roughly pushed me forward to the one end and stood right behind me, his hands moving to my loose gym shorts. With one tug, they were down to my ankles, and I was pushed head first down onto the table.
“Fuck here’s my boy’s sweet little pussy!” He said behind me, eliciting a number of sounds from the six onlookers as I saw him squat down behind me.
And then his moaning mouth was buried in my bubbled butt, his tongue coming out hungrily, making me make my own sounds as I lifted my chin upward to the night sky in sheer pleasure. My eyes then drifted along, watching the six men around me watch the scene begin to play out: this hot muscled beast of a man, noisily slurping my ass as his big hands squeezed my smooth ass.
The bald biker was harder than ever, stroking his cock while watching with a big smile on his face.
“Fuck yeah, eat that hole.” I heard a deep voice say and my eyes lazily looked over at the butch guy in the similar red hat and black shirt and jeans that my Dad was wearing.
The two blonde golfers were now making out with their eyes open, staring at me as I tried keeping my own eyes open, their fists now wrapped around each other’s cocks, stroking and tugging them for one another.
“Lube it up and get that big dick in there bro!” Another deep voiced man shouted suddenly, forcing my eyes to my right to the dark curly haired beast against the tree, who now had a baseball bat sized dick in his big hand, showing it to me, the cut head glistening in the dark as my eyes roamed up his tatted arms, to his bulging biceps and his muscled shoulders, as the darkness hid most of his features on his face. “I wanna see you fuck that little hole!” He hollered loudly and then gave his dick a couple of slaps against the palm of his other hand.
The biker guy was simply standing there with his cock out, slowly stroking, his legs spread wide, watching the scene.
The guy in the flannel shirt was now leaning against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest, just watching. His cock wasn’t out. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching me with a big grin on his face.
My BuiltDadTop1 had me moaning. His thick tongue was working my hole now and I felt myself bucking back against his face. I felt a slap and he stood up, his hard cock now heavy against my ass before he started to slap it a number of times, the sound of it radiating in the woods.
“You want it boy?” He growled behind me. Before I could answer, others did for me.
“Rape that hole.”
“Fuckin’ give it to him.”
“Slam it in there and make him scream.”
I gripped the edges of the table and turned to look at the two golfers. One was now down on his knees sucking the other, who held his shirt up with one hand as he fisted the blonde hair of the guy he was face fucking.
Jeff’s hand moved up my back until it found my throat, which he grabbed and pulled me upright. My shirt was lifted off and tossed to the side as a few of the guys cheered.
“Nice body jock boy!”
“Look at that. He’s built to take it!”
“Pound his fuckin’ ass!”
I heard Jeff spit behind me and the head of his cock was at my wet hole. Without any mercy, he started to push. I frowned, clenching my jaw and tightening my grip on the table as both his hands moved to my shoulders to hold me.
With a blinding pain he shoved in me hard and started to fuck me against the picnic table. I let out a loud roar as it took me by surprise. Jeff was usually a dominant man, but this was like nothing he’d done before. I wasn’t adjusting fast enough. I wasn’t as ready as I thought.
I closed my eyes and grimaced through the rough pounding, wishing my ass to relax as my entire body tightened. I must have flexed every muscle in my body as the voices rose above the pounding in my own ears.
“Fuck YEAH look at him take it!”
“Make him cry buddy!”
“Look at that face he fuckin’ LOVES IT!”
“Harder!”
“Give it to him bro!”
Then Jeff’s mouth was at my ear as he pulled me back towards him, my body arching as his big arm snaked around my throat. His voice filled my ear and sent shivers through me. “Your little pussy belongs to me now. I just LOVE fucking you!” he was already panting, and my ass was finally opening up.
He noticed.
“There you go!” He said louder, away from my ear. “Opening up for me like a little flower. Fuck BOY you feel SO FUCKING GOOD!”
He pushed me down again and grabbed my hips to fuck me harder, slamming into me making me turn my head on the blanketed picnic table, staring right at the curly haired beast who had taken a few steps closer and was jerking his big cock furiously. I could see his face, the scruffiness of his jaw, the line of his straight nose, the eyes that stared down at me. His tank top was now over his head and around his neck, showing off a big chest that looked smooth and a tattoo across his one pec as his other hand played with his own nipple. The other butch guy that was wearing similar clothes to Jeff moved close to the curly haired guy’s side, his shirt also up around his neck, showing off a hairy chest and flat stomach, his fist also working hard up and down his lengthy shaft as they watched me getting nailed on this picnic table.
And then Jeff let go of me and he pulled out of my already sore ass, leaving me gasping for a moment, before I was manhandled up by his big hands and spun around. Our mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss, egging on cheers from the guys before he bent down and then lifted me up in the air. I was unable to get my legs around him since my shorts were around my ankles, so he plopped me down, ass first hard on the picnic table and pushed me down onto my back. In a flash, my legs were up, my shorts were off, and he was pushing my legs open with his own to slide his rock hard cock back up inside me.
I squirmed a bit and met his cock, shifting to the side as he plunged inside me, letting out a long growl of my own as he drove himself all the way in till I felt his balls at my ass. He grabbed my pecs and started fucking me harder than before, causing grunts to escape my mouth involuntarily.
“FUCK HIM!”
“Pound that cunt!”
“Give it to him bro!”
“Right on RAPE THAT ASS!”
I couldn’t tell who was saying what, but when my eyes opened I stared up at the smirk on Jeff’s face, now shirtless, as he peered down at me lost in his own concentration. When our eyes met he winked at me, nodding, and my hands went to his pecs.
“Are you loving this?” He whispered over me, causing me to nod.
“Fuck yesssss….” I hissed, squeezing his pecs before my head rolled to the one side to see the golfers now fucking near the tree. The bigger one was behind the other one, both pants around their ankles, the front guy bent over with his head up watching me as his buddy nailed him from behind, staring at me.
The biker was stroking his cock, watching me, and then watching the golfers as he stood between us.
The construction guys, the one with the tank over his neck and the red capped similar guy to Jeff were standing beside each other, jerking their cocks, now closer to the table than ever before.
When my head rolled to the other side as I felt my body being used roughly, I saw the flannel guy had moved closer to me as well, his fly open now, and a fat cut cock now sticking straight out that he seemed to want to show off to me, holding it up, then turning sideways to show me how it looked.
I caught his eye and he smiled at me, giving his cock a little rub as he nodded at me.
“I wanna cum in you so bad.” Jeff said over me, pulling me towards him and dangerously close to off the table. When I looked at him in surprise, he squatted a bit and pulled me up then, hoisting me up into the air, impaled on his cock, taking a few steps backwards from the picnic table before he started to pile drive his cock in me deeper, fucking me in the air in front of the crowd.
They groaned and moaned louder, but I forgot about them as I grabbed hold of Jeff’s thick neck and moved up his body. He seemed to have no trouble fucking me like this, like I weighed absolutely nothing. Seeing the smile on his face made me kiss him, hard, me now using his bare body to grind against.
Who was fucking who at this point.
To prove it, Jeff let his arms hang down and he let go of me, showing all these guys that I was the one climbing on him and using his cock for my own pleasure as they moved in closer.
“Look at the horny little slut!”
“He fuckin’ LOVES YOUR COCK!”
“Look at that horny jock boy go!”
“Yeah RIDE MY COCK BOY!” Jeff roared at me, suddenly giving me a gun show by flexing his arms as I literally fucked myself on his cock. He turned around slowly, showing me off, letting the others see how I was using his body and dick, giving them all a chance to stare, and move closer.
I felt a hand on my back, feeling my body.
Another hand went to my ass.
When I looked, it was the construction tank top guy and the red hat black shirt and jeans guy touching me. Jeff looked at them both and wrapped his arms around me again.
“Told you.” He said, moving backwards to the picnic table where he bumped into it with his ass. He then pulled me off his cock, lifting me higher in the air before he sort of tossed me upwards, forcing me to land awkwardly on the ground on my runners.
He walked around again, bringing the four guys in closer, the two golfers still fucking near the trees and not moving, like a pied piper as he rotated his own body around for them to see.
“Don’t stop!”
“Fuck him!”
“Breed his little cunt!”
Jeff glared at me and waited, putting his hands on his hips, looking down at his throbbing cock pointing up at the air at me. I was on my knees so fast and swallowing his cock deep that all four guys now close to us moaned out. I heard one guy step up close behind me and yelled out that he was going to cum as I felt the hot liquid land on my back.
I turned to look, grabbing hold of my Dad’s rock hard dick to see the Biker dude shaking off the last drops of his cock, before he leaned down and smeared his cum up and down my back.
“FUCK YES!” The red hat black shirt guy said and moved up beside him, holding his cock out over my back as I took Jeff’s dick down my throat again, and he too erupted on my back, his load heavier and hotter than the biker’s.
“Nice load Ray!” Jeff moaned, leaning over me to rub it in my back as he slid his cock deeper into my throat.
And then the curly haired beast moved beside me, fisting his cock near my face. That prompted Jeff to pull out and he picked me up off the ground, moving around the other muscled guy still jerking, watching where we were going.
“Let me fuck his ass Jeff.” I heard him say.
“I told you Spence he’s mine.” Jeff snarled, pushing me face first back onto the picnic table, pulling my ass backwards as ‘Spence’ moved around to the side of the picnic table. I was panting, and his cock was so close, so when Jeff rammed himself back in, my mouth opened wider in another moan and ‘Spence’ shoved his cock into my warm mouth.
Jeff then pushed him away before I could really start sucking him as Jeff grabbed a fistful of hiair and yanked me upwards. “You’re MINE!” He yelled and drilled me hard.
“Use his little ass!” It was the biker, now on the other side of me. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes at the sudden pulling of my hair. I gripped the table, looking towards the golfers as the guy fucking looked like he was exploding inside the other guy. My eyes darted around for the guy in the flannel shirt, noting he was a bit closer, slowly stroking his cock, watching me still.
Spence was now climbing up the picnic table, the weight of him causing it to shift as Jeff announced he was going to breed me. Two big legs went to either side of my head as Spence now stood over me, jerking his cock harder and as Jeff’s big body shook and he started to flood my ass with his cum, Spence’s landed in wet thuds on my back, in puddles it felt like, mixing with the other two guys’ loads who were now standing on either side of me still playing with their semi hard dicks, moaning as Jeff did as he unleashed himself deep in my guts.
I saw the golfers wiping themselves up on a small towel they seemed to have, slowly pulling up their pants and making out as they dressed again.
I saw the biker guy tuck his dick back in his pants.
Spence still stood over me, panting and quivering.
The red hat guy was also tucking his dick away, but moving even closer to Jeff as he caught his breath over me, rubbing his hand over my body, working the smell of cum all over my back and sides as he held himself inside me.
I turned to look for the guy in the flannel shirt but he was gone.
I stood up as Jeff smacked my ass and he withdrew from me, pulling me in to him for a tongue filled kiss. He pulled back to look at me, holding my face in his hands. “You like that? Being the centre of attention?”
I nodded, looking up at the big body of ‘Spence’ still standing on the picnic table. He was just as built as Jeff, with his full head of shoulder length black curly hair and tattooed muscles on full display for me now this close. I felt my own cock leak, aching to be released as Jeff bent down to pull up his jeans watching me.
“If I didn’t have to rush out of here I’d fuck you again and show these guys just how much you can really take.”
The guy he called Ray took a step back and put his hands in his jeans, adjusting his red hat and looked up at Spence, who was now stepping down off the picnic table. The biker guy was already walking away into the trees back to the path as Jeff found his shirt and dressed himself, wiping it off and putting his hat back on. Standing next to ‘Ray’ I noticed they were wearing what looked like a construction uniform: same black shirt, same work boots, same red hat.
Jeff then pointed a finger at me and stepped up, kissing me hungrily again. “I’ll message you.” He then stepped backwards, towards Ray who seemed to be waiting for him, followed close behind by the guy he called Spence.
He obviously knew them.
But the others?
I turned around, noticing that the golfers were also gone. I was alone. In my jock. With a raging boner.
I noticed the blanket was gone now too, turning to see it in Spence’s hand as the trio of men moved to the tree line, Jeff giving me one look back and a wave.
“Go home now!” he hollered at me before he disappeared out of my line of sight.
Quickly, I gathered my things and felt my cock subsiding somewhat, adjusting my hat and brushing the dirt off my shorts and shirt before I slipped them back on.
It was quiet on my walk back to my car. The parking lot now practically empty save for my car and a few others. But when I got to my car I stopped abruptly, seeing the flannel shirt guy standing just behind it. When I stopped, he came out of the tree line behind my car and took a few steps closer to me, showing me his cock was still out. Still hard.
He was handsome up close, with his full dark beard and round face. He had kind eyes, and his legs were like two sculpted pieces of marble, all muscled and lightly hairy in his shorts and workboots. His cock was not long, but thick, like a can of coke, cut, with a nice mushroom type head. His hands were big, strong looking in his flannel shirt that was now open, revealing a white undershirt underneath.
He gave me a head nod. “You okay?” He asked me quietly.
I nodded, feeling suddenly ashamed at the way he spoke to me.
He took another step forward and I could see his smile under his beard. “He didn’t even let you cum did he?”
I was frozen to the spot, standing beside my car as this stranger moved slowly to me like a predator. But after the pounding I just took, he didn’t feel scary at all.
I shook my head, feeling my cock returning to life in my shorts.
The bearded man moved right up to me, beside my car, and smiled at me. “May I?” he asked quietly. I didn’t answer, just stood there as he stepped around me. I could smell his cologne, something musky and cedar based. I could hear him breathing out of his nose as he moved gingerly behind me, his cock still out of his shorts, tantalizing so. I followed his cock as he stepped behind me, and with a light touch, moved his big hand around to my bulge, where he carefully squeezed my cock in my jock, through my shorts. His breath was now on my neck and I felt his exhale as he moved his second hand around my waist and pulled me lightly against his body.
He was taller than me, about six feet I’d guess, and built solid. Not as big as Jeff, or even the two guys that were with him, but he was solid, and wide, and strong by the grip he now had on my crotch.
“If I fucked you, I’d make sure you got to cum too.” He whispered so softly in my ear. “I think you’re beautiful.”
His lips brushed against my ear and I felt myself shivering suddenly. His grip tightened a bit, as his other hand moved up under my shirt to feel my abs and then my chest. When his hand slipped inside my shorts and right into my jockstrap, the heat from his hand made my cock swell as I felt the lightest kiss against my neck from his thick lips.
“A boy like you deserves to be worshipped. Not used.” His voice was so soft compared to what he looked like, and he was tenderly holding my dick in his grip, pulling at it ever so slightly as he pressed his body up against my back. I could feel his erection against me, like a short club between my cheeks.
I leaned my head backwards, into his bushy face, feeling the light taps of his lips up my neck to my ear.
“I’d love to be naked with a boy like you, making love to you for hours, watching you cum multiple times at my touch.”
I shivered, letting my hand reach back to his bare leg which felt like granite. As soon as I touched him, I felt his cock flex against the material of my ass as he moved the material of my shorts over my trapped dick in my jockstrap.
His tongue came out tentatively and tasted my earlobe, before he whispered again.
“You deserve to be fucked slowly. Passionately. Like a young god worshipped in a temple.” His breath was hot, his voice so quiet it almost felt like a dream.
My jock was now under my balls and his hand was slowly tugging at my dick. My second hand went to his other leg, now gripping the muscles in his thighs as he breathed into my ear. I felt his cock rubbing against me as he expertly stroked my cock so slowly I was shaking.
“Holy fuck.” I moaned out, which made him kiss my neck a bit harder, and stroke me a bit harder.
“The things I could do to you in bed. A sweet boy like you. It would be my pleasure to pleasure you.” He tongued my ear, making me groan out and I let go of his legs briefly to push my shorts and jock down over my ass.
He let me. I grabbed his legs again, moving my hands backwards, around to feel his round ass in his shorts as he wiggled his cock between my ass cheeks. I was wet with Jeff’s cum, still gaping after the pounding. And as he stroked my dick like it was his own, I was moving without thinking.
His right hand was stroking up and down my 8 inches like it was a tool to slowly work as his mouth now moved up and down my neck and ear, to my cheek. I turned my head to be tickled by his beard, feeling his nose brushing against mine, moistening my own lips to be ready to taste his.
But he paused his lips, his long eye lashed eyes halting as he looked at me. “May I kiss you sweet baby boy?” He asked me so calmly and quietly while his hand worked me harder and faster, and my body was already responding. My ass was teasing his exposed cock and my mouth was ready to be taken.
“Yes please.” I whispered back, watching his lips part in a small smile before they found mine. I made a sound as they connected, made a louder one when I felt his tongue slowly snake into my mouth, moaned louder when the head of his fat cock brushed against my open hole, and then groaned when his tongue danced with mine and he sank his dick straight into my ass easily.
I shot my load in his fist as soon as he entered me, thrusting into me just as slowly as he was stroking me. I shuddered, reaching up to hold his head as our tongues battled and he thrust his hips into me, forcing the cum out of my dick with his cock and his hand.
I was a shaking mess in his arms, trying to maintain some control as he continued to kiss me, continued to stroke my still hard cock as ropes of cum oozed out of me and all over his hand. But he didn’t stop fucking me. He didn’t stop kissing me.
This was passion I hadn’t felt in a long time.
And when he backed up and out of me I felt a disappointment for some reason. He grabbed his cock and put his head back, ready to jerk his load out of his dick and onto my back like the two other voyeurs had just done.
Instead, I bent down and sunk my mouth around it. He let out a loud sound and shivered himself, afraid to touch my head as I grabbed the base of his shaft and sucked his cock until he exploded a thick, creamy and very tasty load down my throat.
Then his hands were on my head, knocking off my baseball hat and holding my head carefully as he panted and convulsed, letting me suck every drop out of him before I let his deflated cock out of my mouth.
He was staring at me, his mouth open, watching me rise up again, before those big hands took my face, cradling my jaw in his palms and brought me to his lips again, for a proper, longer, even more passionate kiss face to face this time.
When we stopped, we parted, still nose to nose, eyes open now staring into each other’s. His were light brown with a fleck of gold in them. His cheeks puffed up as he smiled.
“Wow.” He whispered at the same time I did, which caused us both to laugh and rest our foreheads together before he let me go and took a shy step backwards, lifting his shorts over his cock and then helping me pull up my own shorts and hand me my baseball hat.
What a gentleman.
I stood there for a moment, staring at him. The man in the flannel shirt. The cold air on the Friday night finally hit me. My BuiltDadTop1 man had just fucked me in front of six guys. But now, this one man was the only one left, making sure I was alright.
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