Sunday

I slowly awaken as the soft dawn light pierces the bedroom window and caresses my naked young body as I lay in bed and wait for you. Today is Sunday, but church is not part of the plan for us. We practice a different kind of worship. Sexual pleasure is our religion. You are older than me by thirty years, my protector, the one who keeps me safe. I call you daddy because at twenty years old, I’m young enough to be your son. You’re both my lover and my father figure, the man I look up to and obey without question. Your cock is the god that I surrender myself to every Sunday morning as part of our ritual. My smooth, hairless young ass is my sacrifice to you, my offering for the love and security you provide me. I hear you in the bathroom now, the sound of your seemingly endless stream of piss clearly audible as you relieve yourself before we start.

The toilet flushes and I hear the wood floor creak under your feet as you reenter the bedroom. You walk over to the antique dresser and take the bottle of lube from the top drawer. That’s my signal to get ready. I get on my hands and knees and scoot up close to the headboard so that there’s room on the bed for you to get in position behind me. I don’t turn around to look at you because that’s forbidden. I can hear you approach the bed and in my mind’s eye I see your heavily muscled body, lightly covered with salt and pepper hair, the thick bush surrounding your massively thick eight-inch cock. I know that your weathered, yet handsome face has a lustful expression as your cold blue eyes sweep across my pale, toned and slim body. You can see the morning sunlight as it sets my short blonde hair aglow, chases away the shadows and makes my ass a warm and inviting target for your raging desire.

You get in the bed with me and now that you’re close to me, I can hear your heavy, excited breathing. I feel your rough, strong hands grope and massage my ass, your thumbs working the outside of my hole. “You ready boy?” you ask in that husky, masculine voice that always makes me weak and helpless in the face of your lust. “Yes daddy,” I reply in a trembling tone. I feel your body shift as you crouch down, and I feel your hot breath on my ass. You pull my cheeks apart and I feel the scratch of your unshaven stubble as you bury your face in my crevice and start licking my tight hole. I moan with pleasure as your warm wet tongue caresses that sacred part of me, the part only you are allowed to touch. My hole is quivering as the tip of your tongue gently, but firmly teases me open, getting me wet and ready for the next step, that which both thrills me and scares me, even though it’s been two years since you made me your boy. My hole is relaxed now as you continue to lick and thrust into me.

Your tongue withdraws and your body shifts position again. I feel your cock now, rubbing against the crack of my ass. I will never lose my sense of wonder at how huge it is and how I both love and fear it. Once again, I feel your hands massaging my butt cheeks, feel your strength that’s about to own and dominate me like a boy should be. I know that you’re gazing down at my ass as you knead and rub. “God, I love your ass boy,” I hear you say, “so pale, so firm, so beautiful.” You say this every time, but I never tire of hearing it. “Thank you, daddy,” I reply. I hear you pop open the bottle of lube and squirt some on your hand. I feel your fingers slowly work themselves into my asshole, getting me ready. You pour lube directly on my hole, then push it inside me until my boy pussy is dripping with it. I can’t see you, but I know you’re smiling as you say, “Yeah boy, I think you’re ready now.” I hear the bottle squirt lube again and I hear you slick up your cock so that you can more easily tear into me. The bottle snaps closed and now your massive cockhead is pressing up against my dripping wet hole. “I’m going to fuck you now son,” you say. I’m scared now of the pain I know I’m about to feel, but I also know I will love the pleasure that will follow. “You want it boy?” you ask almost as a formality because you know I will never refuse you. “Yes, daddy,” I say. I hear the seething lust in your voice as you say, “Good boy,” and you slam your cock into me, that gargantuan head ripping through my hole, driving your entire shaft into me in one violent, passionate thrust.

The pain is immediate and intense, but I’m not allowed to cry out; I’m your boy, yes, but you expect me to take your cock like a man. So, I grit my teeth and say nothing because my job is to obey you and to be a tool for your pleasure.  You start fucking me like a savage beast, pumping that thick meat in and out of my young hole. I’m moaning from the pain, but I breathe deeply to try and relax so that I can take you better. It’s always the same and it’s always ecstasy eventually. Your cock has me stretched out as far as possible and your thrusting is relentless. I feel the pain slowly recede and now I’m feeling you hit my prostate and the pain and pleasure gradually reach equilibrium. My own cock starts to get hard as you fuck me mercilessly, growling and snarling like a wild animal. I love that I have that effect on you, that my ass gives you so much pleasure. I hear you start to form words, “Fuck yeah boy, I love your sweet ass, so tight around my dick, you’re the best son, daddy’s special fuck toy,” and those words make me proud and happy. “Yes daddy,” I moan, my pleasure at getting fucked now total, “that ass is all for you, for my daddy and no one else, I love it when you fuck me daddy, damn I love it so much,” and I feel the pace of your pounding increase, your cock filling every possible space in my fuck hole.

My cock is rock hard now. “Daddy,” I ask, “can I jack off while you fuck me?” I always ask permission, even though you always say yes. You lean forward to kiss the back of my neck and say, “Of course you can boy, stroke it until you cum,” and I reach for my cock and start masturbating while enjoying the feel of your engorged manhood tearing up my ass as you keep fucking me at a relentless pace and steady rhythm. I can hear the animalistic sounds you make grow louder and more intense and I know your on the edge of orgasm, that you’re about to cum in my ass. You try to make it last by slowing the pace of your fucking, but the pleasure feeling you’re getting from my tight hole is too much for you and I hear you say, “Oh fuck son, I can’t hold it.” You start pounding me like a madman again, slamming your cock into me like a man possessed. “Damn boy, I can’t fucking hold it,” you moan in a lustful tone. I’m stroking my cock as madly as yours is pounding my ass and say, “Yeah daddy, cum in me, give me your load, please!” and you grab my hips and start to power fuck me until finally you cry out, “Fuck son, I’m cumming! Aw fuck yeah, I’m cumming in your ass boy, fuck yeah here it cums. Awww fuck yeahhh!!!” and I feel your cock explode in my ass as your hot load blasts inside me. With every thrust of your huge dick, more cum shoots out of you and fills my hole with your hot, wet sticky seed. You keep fucking me, pumping out more cum until my ass can’t hold it all and I feel that warm, thick semen leak from my hole and drip down my balls and the sensation is too much for me and I’m only able to whisper, “Oh daddy, I’m gonna cum too. Oh, fuck daddy, I’m gonna shoot. Oh daddy!!!” and I cum a huge load all over the bed sheets, getting it on my hand as well and you’re still fucking me, your cock still rock hard inside me and as I keep stroking my dick, I’m wondering how much more cum you can possibly have in your balls as I work the last of my load from my own.

You give me one final thrust to get the last bit of your cum out, then you pull your cock from my ass and gently turn me on my back so that we’re now facing each other. Carefully, you lower your body onto mine, wrap your strong arms around me and pull me close as I wrap mine around your wonderfully muscled back. You gaze at me, your deep blue eyes as hypnotic as ever. Then you kiss me, softly at first, then with passion and force, your tongue driving into my mouth. I return your kiss, my own tongue entwining with yours, overwhelmed as always by the level of sexual energy you manage to save up for our Sunday morning fuck sessions. You stop kissing me, raising your head up slightly so you can see my face. “I love fucking you more than anything in the world son,” you say. “Thank you, daddy,” I say, feeling so much love for you and what you do for me. Your eyes brimming with emotion, you smile and say, “I love you so much son,” and I smile back and say, “I love you too daddy,” and we kiss and embrace, every inch of your beautiful body touching every inch of mine and just as I do every time we fuck, I think to myself that next Sunday can’t get here fast enough.