Aisle 11
“BuiltDadTop1” was on my 28-year-old-brain for the next entire day. It was a Monday, and my heart wouldn’t stop pumping as I constantly watched the clock. My wife Allie was going out after work with her colleagues, so it worked out perfectly. I simply said I was working late, then I’d hit the gym, and be home later. Even then, without a stop to Home Depot, I’d still beat her home to our townhouse so I had nothing to worry about.
I resisted checking online until the late afternoon, double checking my profile and seeing if “BuiltDadTop1” was online. He wasn’t, but there was a message waiting for me when I logged on. At first my heart sunk, thinking he was backing out, or coming up with an excuse as most guys on those sites did when push came to shove.
I clicked open the message and read:
I am so fuckin’ hard for you boy. Been thinking about you all night and all morning. Those pics you sent have me droolin’. Don’t stand me up. 7pm. Home Depot. Ask for the hammer and I’ll fuckin’ give you one. And my big fat load I’ve saved up for you boy. Damn…what are you doin’ to me?
I took a beat, calming myself down, and adjusting my cock that went erect right away. First, that he sent a message, which alleviated some of my fears. Second, the things he was saying was right up my alley. He seemed almost too good to be true.
I hit reply, and sent my own message back.
I’ll be there, Dad. I promise. Tan coat. Gym shorts with blue runners. And I’ll be looking for a big hammer alright. I also know where I want that big load to go big guy. Like you said. I will take anything you give me.
I hit send, knowing he was offline, but I kept it on just in case as I continued to finish up work. I had a plan to hit the gym and do a quick workout, then shower and be at the Home Depot just before 7, to see if I could see him walking in beforehand.
And yes, of course, I kept checking my messages online to see if he read it. I was that horny for him.
Sure enough, an hour later, came a reply that I saw.
Oh I know where my load is going boy. Can’t wait to see those legs boy. If they are as muscled and smooth as the rest of you, I’ll bend you over in the Tools aisle and get you pregnant right there. But I’ll try to contain myself. Or drag you to my backseat. Then I can take my time with you. Better be as hot as you sound, and if so, I’ll fuck you long and hard. See you soon baby boy.
My cock was rock hard now and I couldn’t move from my desk. I was hooked. And I noticed he was still online.
With my heart thumping in my chest and my dick swollen in my dress pants, I typed back:
I have great legs Dad. Muscled. Smooth. And pliable. Drag me to the backseat and watch me take that big cock long and hard. I’m going to show you what a good boy I can be. Or rather, what a BAD BOY I can be for my Dad.
I hit send, feeling confident about my tone, wondering if he was watching the screen as closely as I was at this moment.
He was, starting with a pic of his cock out of his jeans. That same big thick meaty dick, trimmed dark hair around the base, his big hand holding it for me. Words followed.
You got me so hard already I had to take my cock out to show you what you’re doing to your Dad. Get that sweet little boy pussy stretched for Dad. He’s gonna dig in deep baby boy. Don’t be late.
I let out a small groan and typed back immediately: I won’t be late. I’ll stretch myself out in the shower right before I see you. You can grab me, kiss me, do whatever you need to do to me when you see me. Something tells me we are going to be a good match.
I waited a few seconds, and saw that “BuiltDadTop1 was typing” message come up as the dots appeared and I waited as patiently as I could, adjusting myself under my desk as I watched the screen.
Oh I know I can do whatever I want to you baby boy. And I will if you’re my type. Seems like it so far, so be ready for me. I can be rough and dominant like my profile says. But I also know how to please my boy and make him whimper and beg for it. Go get ready NOW and I’ll see you in Aisle 11.
I didn’t respond, instead just went to the gym, barely concentrating on my workout routine, but spending a long time in the shower, avoiding my thick cock and giving myself a very hot hose down.
I pulled into the parking lot slowly as it started to rain. It was only 6:45pm, with fifteen minutes to spare, and I parked so I could see the entrance to the Home Depot. I sat there for a few minutes, watching the people going in, mostly couples, a few older guys, and lots of other normal looking men going in on their own. There were a lot of guys wearing jeans, and work boots, but no one really fit the description of BuiltDadTop1 from what I could see. No one was wearing a red baseball hat, and no one looked as big as the picture I still had floating around in my mind from the bathroom he sent of his upper body.
I slipped on my tan bomber jacket, even though it was warm enough outside to not have one on, but the rain helped necessitate the reason for it and I carefully kept my eyes on the door before I decided to get out. I figured maybe he was doing the same thing, and had parked somewhere and was watching the door. Maybe he’d see me walking in?
My legs looked good. What can I say? I have great legs. Big defined calves for my size and powerful looking thighs. My legs look smooth, with very little hair on them, and I figured I’d show them off for this built man, who just might get weak enough checking out my legs. Because I was already weak enough.
I felt eyes on me as I stepped out in the rain and hurriedly walked to the door, which was a strange sensation going into Home Depot. I wondered if he was watching, but didn’t want to get too wet either. But once inside, my eyes started scanning as I tried to pretend that I really was there for a tool.
I wondered if I went right to the tool section if he’d be there. I checked my watch and noticed it was not even 6:55pm yet. So I slowly made my way down the main aisle, my eyes looking ahead to the tools section, Aisle 11 as he instructed, just past the paint area, my heart thumping as I stared ahead, until I reached the aisle and turned my head down it as I walked slowly by.
He wasn’t there yet. The aisle was empty. So I walked down two more aisles, before I chose one and did a loop, heading back towards it. It was still empty when I stopped at the other end of it, and instead of walking past it, I went up it slowly, staring at the things hanging, pretending to admire a power drill, when I happened to turn behind me.
And there, standing in the middle of the aisle, slowly walking towards me, was a man in a red baseball cap, wearing jeans, with dirty, well used work boots, staring at me.
My breath caught as I saw the intense stare, his 5 o’clock shadow dark on his features, almost filling in his square jaw. He had two dark eyes and thick brows underneath the red hat that was pulled low over his forehead. His nose was thick and prominent, his eyes maybe a little too close together, his lips full on a face that looked mean. His head looked thick and solid, as did the rest of him because fuck me he was BIG.
He seemed to be as wide as the aisle, wearing a thin plaid shirt opened over a dark blue tee that did nothing to hide the muscular build. I could see his two big pecs puffed out over a flat stomach that immediately made me think of the pic he sent of his washboard abs. As he walked towards me slower than ever, he put his hands in his jeans, pretending not to look at me as he closed the space between us. But I was staring at him. I couldn’t help it.
I stood stock still, putting my own hands in my tan jacket pockets, until he was almost to me before I turned to face the drills in front of me. I watched him in my periphery move towards me slower, almost stopping.
As he walked behind me rather closely, he did a slow deep breath in, loudly, for me to hear, as he moved around me to stand on the other side a little too close considering we were the only two people in the aisle.
Then he waited.
I swallowed hard, trying to calm my racing heart and find my voice, before I quietly said out loud.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where the hammers are, would you?” I chanced a look at him, trying to sound comical and light, and saw that he was fucking staring down at me, those dark brown eyes locked on me, with a slight grin on his rather scary but handsome face.
“Fuck boy, I sure do. I’ve got a big one right here for you and you’re gonna get it alright.” His voice was smooth, rather gruff, and I couldn’t help but give a slight laugh as he leaned into me and gripped his bulge, taking another deep breath in. “Brian I assume? And yes you are definitely my fuckin’ type. And you smell so fuckin’ good.”
I took my own breath in as I looked to the side, realizing how close we were standing together. When I looked back at him uncomfortably, he was still staring at me, and now smiling a bit wider.
I reached out my hand suddenly, offering it to him. “I’m Brian.” I said simply, trying to break the sexual tension.
He reached out quickly and grabbed my hand. I felt the warmth immediately, and the size of it as it covered mine in a very firm and strong grip. “Thank fuckin’ God. You’re in for it now boy.” He mumbled near my ear, pulling me in a bit closer, holding my hand in his, breathing in again. “And if we don’t leave right now, I really will bend you over right here and rape that fuckin’ amazing looking ass of yours.” He was still holding my hand, squeezing it, pulling me towards him even more, showing me just how strong he was. And I kind of believed him, the way he was looking at me, and deep breathing like he couldn’t control himself, and for a moment I was sort of scared.
But then I looked up into his eyes looking at me intensely, and could see the hint of a smile on his lips. He gave me a quick wink and I could see his chest rising. I wasn’t scared.
“Seriously. Let’s go before I do grab you.” His voice was deeper and gruffer know and I felt a surge of sheer lust for him. I missed this, being needed like this, being wanted in such a sexual way. My body was responding, and my brain stopped.
“Then let’s go big guy.” I said, feeling the final release of my hand as he took a step back to look me over, his dark eyes raking over me, his hand back in his pocket. His jeans looked snug on his muscled body, his thighs looking powerful, his chest puffing up as he breathed in. I wanted to crawl right up his body right there in aisle 11.
He turned around and I saw his round ass in his jeans and I made a sound, which made him peer back at me over his broad shoulder. “See something you like boy?” He asked me quietly, waiting for me to catch up.
“Yes indeed.” I scooted up beside him, having to look up to his 6’3” size that he did not lie about, those dark eyes peering down at me. I had so many questions suddenly: is he married? Does he actually have kids? Does he really kiss? Is he really going to fuck me in his car? But it was short lived as he grumbled out his own pleasure.
“Me too. I just hope you’re ready for me boy cause I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself with you.”
Now it was me breathing deeply as I followed his big man through the store. As we neared the door we noticed it was pouring rain, which made us both stop.
“Holy fuck.” He grumbled, and then ducked down to see through the rain. “I’m the black RAV parked in the last row over there.” He said, reaching out a massive hand to point to the furthest row. “Want to make a run for it?” His grin was infectious, and I couldn’t help but smile back.
“Don’t worry about me. I can keep up.”
He grinned back. “We’ll see about that, but I fuckin’ hope so.” He pulled out his keys from his pocket and I looked down at the white splatter of paint on his work boots, suddenly interested in what he did for work. But the minute I saw him jog away, and his legs in those jeans, and the way his butt moved I ran right after him, following him to his black Toyota RAV parked all alone at the back of the parking lot.
With a laugh and wiping the rain from our faces, we jumped into the front seats, waiting for the overhead light to go down as we sat there, checking each other out in rather subtle ways. I noticed how much bigger his legs were, and the size and look of his hand as it rested on his jeans as we sat in these close quarters. I noticed the smell of work in the car, like tools and grease, and the fact that his windows were tinted. I also noticed that as I looked back up, his eyes were staring at me again and he was grinning.
“I thought you were going to drag me into the back seat?” I said, giving him a little grin in the overhead light.
He stared at me for a moment, and I watched his eyes roaming down over my body again, making me feel so turned on. “Oh I will. I wanted to look at you first.” And he did, staring at me silently, until a big hand reached out and touched my upper thigh, my bare skin. I felt a bolt of electricity shoot up my body at the warmth of his hand. “You’re fuckin’ cute as hell, and just the right size. I love smaller guys.” He suddenly said, licking his lips like he was a lion waiting to devour the graceful gazelle waiting to be attacked. Then the light went out and we sat in the dark, the sounds of the rain hitting his car.
His hand on my leg slid up my sides and grabbed my neck lightly, pulling my face to his as he leaned towards me. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as I felt his nose bump against mine, his thick lips greet mine openly, and the feel of his scruffy face rub against me as the warmth and wetness of his tongue filled my mouth.
I felt his breath on my face as he exhaled through his nose, pulling me into a long, deep, wet and very hungry kiss. The rain hitting the roof made it feel so much more romantic that it should have. But for what seemed like forever, this rough and dominant Dad was in sheer heaven just sitting there, holding me by the neck, making out with me.
And I fucking loved it.
When he stopped the kiss, it was a mutual thing, neither one of us wanting to really stop, giving small little pecks as if we’d keep going. When I opened my eyes, his were already open, staring at me, making a grin spread across his mean looking face, softening him. Our noses remained touching as he held me so close to him and his red hat was knocked sideways, making him look kind of funny and less threatening. His breath smelled minty, like he just finished a piece of gum, and his smile spread wide showing off his white teeth.
“Fuck boy. You really are in trouble now. If you kiss like that, I can’t wait to see what else you can do with this mouth.” His hand moved around from my neck to my chin, where his thumb traced the outline of my bottom lip. Before I knew it, his thumb was working around the sides of my mouth, and then he let it slip inside where I started sucking it, imagining it was his cock, which he seemed to enjoy a lot as he continued to stare at me.
His grin widened, and he moved to kiss me again, slipping his thumb out as he replaced it with his tongue. I groaned and shifted in my seat, letting my own hands move to his body. His legs were solid in his jeans. His stomach flat and ripped, even over his shirt I could feel the ripples of his abs. But just as my hand went south to find his bulge, he stopped me, pushing my hand away and moving my face from his.
“God damn boy, you are fuckin’ perfect. Get in the back seat. NOW.” He didn’t wait for me to answer as he opened his own door and hurriedly got out of his side and moved to open the backseat door as I followed suit on the passenger side.
The light came on again as I climbed in, finding him in his seat already spreading his legs wide. He removed his hat and tossed it back into the front seat, revealing a thick head of short cropped hair, now messy and flat against his skull. And with one hand he flicked open the top of his jeans. I didn’t wait for the light to go out as I reached over to his jeans, seeing the bulge, and noticing his big arm resting against the backseat, waiting for me to take his cock out.
I saw it, already sticking out of the grey briefs he was wearing, the cut head a nice mushroom shape, pink and fleshy on top of an equally thick shaft that was immediately revealed as I pulled it from the confines. I smelled him immediately, intoxicated by his scent, pulling a nice set of round balls up and out over his jeans as I slid downwards to say hello.
“Fuck baby, Dad needs to feel that sweet mouth around his cock.” I felt his hand guiding me down but I needed no guidance as I stared at the true 8 inches in my hand, the veins on it making me drool as I opened my mouth and moved over him.
I heard him moan softly as I attempted to get as much of him in my mouth as I could, working my hand up and down as I soaked it in my spit, taking more and more each time I went down, until my nose hit his balls and I could feel the head of it tickle the back of my throat. I breathed, and repeated it, going faster, listening to the sounds of this hot fucking Dad sit back and enjoy as the rain pounded overhead.
When I came up for air the windows were fogged up and he was smiling, pulling my face to his, kissing me hard.
“Take off your clothes boy.” He ordered, shoving his jeans down over his fucking huge thighs and sitting back to watch me. First my shoes came off, socks and all, before my tan coat was pulled from me with his help. And then I lifted my shirt off, and slid my shorts and underwear down, without a care in the world that I was now naked in the backseat of this stranger’s car.
He was too fucking hot to be afraid of.
He slid into the middle, moving one leg out of his work boot and jeans to free himself up. I marvelled at the size of his calf, and the thick grey sock around his ankle. His leg looked so good I had to touch it, grabbing his calf and then sliding my hand up his thigh until I grabbed the base of his cock again and dove down on it.
“Fuck BOY!” He growled, grabbing my head and forcing me down on his cock, spreading his legs wider now that he was free from his jeans, even though they were still bunched up around his other leg. I slipped in between his legs, adjusting to the space on the floor, the smell of the new car filling my nostrils as the smell of HIM filled my brain just as much. I loved the sounds he was making, and I was getting into sucking his big cock as much as he was enjoying it.
I lost control myself, spitting onto his cock and moving onto my bare feet to crawl over his legs. He gave an encouraging “Yeah baby, come sit on Dad’s lap” as I did what I was told, finding his face, and kissing him as his hands grabbed hold of my sides. I knelt over him, feeling his hard cock up behind me against my ass as he groped me and kissed me and practically swallowed my face.
It was me that reached behind me, moving his cock near my hole and started to move myself around. He squeezed my ass, smiling at me in between kissing me. He loved to kiss as much as I did, and we couldn’t seem to stop.
The rain was drowned out by my own moans and groans, and I spit into my hand and lubed myself up and aimed his cock head to my entrance.
He pulled his head back as he held my ass over his dick with a grin on his face. One eyebrow raised up and he nodded slowly. “Yeah? You want Dad’s cock already baby boy? Need it?”
“Yes.” I panted out, wiggling myself over him as if I was running a marathon. I was definitely worked up, and I wanted this man like a sex-starved demon.
The head of his cock breached my hole and I gasped out as he grabbed me to hold me still. “Easy boy. Breathe. Dad’s got you.”
I let my head fall back as I gave way to the pain, but couldn’t seem to stop myself from pushing myself down on him. I wanted him. I wanted him BAD.
“Oh fuck Dad.” I moaned out as I felt every fuckin’ inch spear into me, until my ass touched those massive thighs, and I sat down completely on him.
“FUCK YES BOY! LOOK AT YOU TAKING IT ALL SO WELL!” He roared out, and then grabbed my neck and pulled me in for another breathtaking kiss.
I felt him THROBBING inside me, but neither of us moved until we broke the kiss. And he started to fuck me by digging himself upwards into me as I tried to hold on to him.
I grabbed his shoulders and felt my body being used, being fucked from underneath. I bounced on him, out of control in my sounds and breathing, my head bobbing around like I was long gone.
“Fuck yeah baby boy. Look at you fuck drunk on my cock already.” He groaned out, moving a hand to mouth, shoving in two fingers and a thumb as I grabbed his thick wrist and sucked those digits back while riding him.
He fucked me till I was a sweating, writhing whore, feeling like I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
And then he lifted me high enough that he slipped out, and my ass moved back against just his leg, his cock hard and wet behind me.
He sat up and pulled my face to his. “Now you’re going to suck it some more boy. Taste it now, before I slide back into that tight boy pussy again.” He pushed me to the side and grabbed the base of his cock and held it for me as I crawled beside him, willingly reaching for it and opening my mouth.
I sucked him down like a hungry little animal, moaning as I did, looking up at him as he watched me. My hand slid up to his flat abs, bumping over his abs as he got the hint and pulled his plaid shirt off first, and then his dark blue tee. I worked his leg out of his jeans and there he was, in just his grey socks, naked, sitting in the back seat of his car feeding me his cock.
He put his head back on the seat, enjoying me between his legs and grabbed his own nipples to twist them, until I pulled off. His head lobbed back up and his eyes a little glossy opened to stare at me, watching me move onto the seat, sliding my hands up the back and then letting my arms hang over the back as my knees went to the seat. I turned sideways to him, and stuck my ass out.
“Fuck me like this now Dad.”
To see a 6’3” 250 pound muscled beast maneuver in the backseat of a Toyota RAV4 is a sight to behold. But he did it smoothly, sidling up behind me, his cock finding its way back to my hole. His big hands slid around to my own flat abs as his sweaty body pressed against mine from behind. His mouth at my ear made me shiver as he shoved himself up inside me once again.
“Take it baby.” He breathed into me as he started to fuck me fast and hard, making his car rock in the rain as I started moaning like a hooker again. I turned over my shoulder, giving him the best I LOVE GETTING FUCKED look which made him moan himself, and fuck me harder.
I was even sweatier and out of breath when he stopped again, and he pushed me down onto my back and lifted a leg of mine up over his one shoulder and slid into me again, trying his best to bend his body in half into mine. His knee was near my face, my body bent in half, squished by the confines of the car. But we were face to face, and his dick was drilling me again as the windows fogged up beyond belief.
We did what we could in this position, but he stopped suddenly, kissing my leg as he slipped out, and panted over me. “I need you in a bed!” He laughed, sitting back, unfolding his own leg as his head rested back against the wet window. I took one look at his body, his hard cock, and pointed back to the seat.
“Let me ride you again.” I turned and rolled off the seat, wiping the sweat from my face and head as he shifted back to his original seated position and held up his cock for me.
“Come sit on my lap boy. Dad’s gotta fill you up now.” He winked at me again, and I stepped over him, kissing those lips again and feeling the scratchiness of his face against mine as I lowered myself onto his big shaft once again.
With my feet planted at his sides, I bounced myself up and down on him with his own hands on me, forehead to forehead, eyes wide open, mouths either kissing or smiling as he started talking to me.
“You like my cock?”
“Best cock you’ve ever had?”
“You want your Dad to fuck you every day?”
“You love getting fucked, don’t you?”
“Want me to breed you?”
“I love seeing you so fuckin’ turned on by my dick.”
“You losing control? Wanna shoot your load? Want me to fuck the cum right out of you?”
I grabbed his thick neck and kissed him hard when he said the last one and I moved my body so fast and hard that he DID fuck it out of me. I told him he would. I grabbed his head and held on as I worked myself on his cock.
“YEAH BOY! Use my cock like that. Dad’s gonna blow when you do!” He yelled, holding my head against his.
I grunted in what seemed to be a slow building orgasm, until I felt the cum shoot out from my cock without touching myself. He felt it, and he grabbed me to steady my convulsing body, my ass clenching around his already throbbing cock, until he too grunted loudly, slamming himself up into me with those powerful legs and hips of his.
I was gone. Far gone as he unloaded inside me, grabbing my body and pulling me into his, his mouth on my shoulder, gripping me tightly, giving me uncontrollable thrusts up into me until he was done.
In a panting, sweaty mess, we tried to catch our breaths hanging onto each other in the backseat of his car as the rain continued to pound down on us. I couldn’t see out any window, and the smell of sex was now apparent around us.
He gave a little laugh, and reached down for his dark blue tee to wipe his forehead with it, and then mine as we slowly peeled our sticky bodies apart.
“God damn boy. That was fuckin’ unbelievable.” He rested back on the seat, letting me stay on his lap. I felt his cock flex, and couldn’t believe he was still hard and thick inside me.
“Yeah. It was. You’re fucking hot as hell…Dad.” I said DAD with a little accentuation, realizing he never did tell me his name.
“When can I fuck you again?” He asked, putting his hands behind his head, flexing his big biceps. Without his hat on, he looked less scary, and more like a dad. But his body was amazing for a man of 47.
I put my hands on his pecs and shifted, making his eyes squint and kind of roll back as he felt me moving on his dick.
“Is now too soon?” He groaned, slowly opening his eyes pleadingly.
I patted one pec and pushed myself up as he reached for his shirt beside us on the seat and held it up for me. I took the dark blue ball from him but didn’t feel anything dripping out of me as I moved myself up and off him sideways. I sort of waited, hesitant to wipe with the shirt.
“Don’t worry. I got plenty.” He looked down at his own dick, and inspected it to see, borrowing the blue shirt to wipe his cock before handing it back to me. “But seriously. I want to see you again. No one has come close to satisfying my needs like this. First the messaging. Now this! You’re fuckin’ hotter than anyone I’ve ever nailed before.”
I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was going to tell me anything, and I wondered what I could ask.
“Tell me your name.”
He hesitated, letting his head flop sideways on the seat. Fuck he was sexy.
“I like when you call me Dad.” He said quietly.
I grinned. “I do too. I promise to always call you Dad. But I’d like to know your first name since you know mine.”
He grinned wider. “Do I get to fuck you again soon then?”
I looked upwards. “Where? This isn’t the most comfortable.”
He removed a hand and found my neck and pulled me into another kiss before he rubbed his nose against mine. “I’ll get a hotel room for us.”
“I can be free this weekend.” I saw his smile reach his eyes.
“Jeff.” He said quietly. “My name’s Jeff.”
I kissed him back, moving over his lap again, feeling his hands gliding over my body. “Glad to meet you Jeff. But when you fuck me, you’re my Dad.”
“What are you doing to me Brian?” He groaned as we kissed.
I felt my ass moving over his cock again, feeling the shaft underneath me, and before I could stop myself he was back inside me in a painful, burning manner that quickly turned into a warmth that radiated through me, my ass resting against his thighs, the head of his dick punching my prostrate. “What the fuck are you doing to me, Dad?” I moaned back as I felt his mouth kissing my chest.
“I guess now isn’t too soon, you horny little fucking boy.” He growled into me, grabbing my ass cheeks.
“I’m just getting started.” I purred back, feeling myself going once again.
“Yeah. There’s that face. Fuck drunk on my cock.” I saw his jaw tighten. “You’re in trouble now boy.”
Yeah, I am, I thought to myself.
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