A confident, successful daddy top in his 40's meets a fit twink in his 20's. Their encounter isn't the standard play the older man is expecting.
Previously:
In humble desperation the broken daddy opened his mouth to plead for more, but he was cut short by Tyler. “You have no idea how hot you look right now. I want all of you, and I’m going to have it.” Tyler moved off to the side, and Jason was stunned by the reflection of the man he saw staring back at him from his bedroom wall. Disheveled and covered in his own juices, Jason’s shame was eclipsed by his desire for more. Tyler recognized the look on Jason’s face and knew he was ready for what came next.
There wasn’t much fight left in Jason. He’d long ago stopped listening to the voice inside him that said he should pull himself together and regain control of the situation. At this point, he wasn’t even sure how he could. What man would bow to him after turning him into such an eager cocksucker? What could he possibly say to turn things around? And did he even want to? He already knew the answers to these questions. For now, the excuse he made for himself was that he’d already fucked up, so he might as well finish enjoying the hot, smooth twink in front of him. Maybe they’d meet again and things would be different, or maybe he’d already embarrassed himself so much he could just make a point to never see Tyler again. It’s not like anyone had to know.
Tyler was young, but just like Jason had underestimated his predatory nature in the bedroom, he’d also not realized just how adept the young man was at getting in the head of one of his new sluts. He watched Jason fight with his reflection in the mirror for a while, before finally stepping back in front of the once proud daddy. His cock was still wet and throbbing. His lean, fit body glistened with sweat. Tyler had barely a hair on him, but to Jason, he was the manliest god he’d ever encountered. He stepped up to the edge of the bed, his thick rod almost brushing against the lower end of Jason’s sternum. He could hear the man’s breathing quicken with anticipation. He leaned close to Jason’s ear. “You don’t want to stop, do you? Isn’t this what you want?”
Jason swallowed hard. The boy was reading his mind. This was his chance to say no. He could end it right now. But suddenly the air in the room filled with a pathetic, whimpering voice. “Yes. Please don’t stop. I want it.” He barely recognized the sound of himself. His body was at attention, with the hard nubs of his nipples poking through the damp hair of his chest. His own dick was aching inside his soaked underwear. But as much as he longed for release, it was Tyler’s beautiful cock that he needed to satisfy in this moment.
“Good daddy. I really like you. If you keep pleasing me we might be seeing a lot more of each other.” Tyler’s words excited Jason as much as they stung his pride. He wanted to do a good job, and he knew deep down he wanted to see the boy again. For the first time he admitted to himself it might be because of the circumstances, not despite them.
As Jason was having this new realization, Tyler was pulling the man’s belt free from his pants that were puddled on the floor. He tossed it around the man’s neck and cinched it tight to form a makeshift collar. The pressure was firm, but bearable. A constant reminder of who was in charge. The end of Jason’s belt was wrapped tightly around Tyler’s hand. He gave it a gentle tug as he glared down at his new prey. “Lower.”
Instantly, Jason repositioned himself on all fours. His back was arched, muscles taut. He was so close to that magnificent erection now. The last bits of his resistance faded away. All that mattered was getting it back in his throat.
Tyler’s face lit up with an almost giddy grin. He gathered himself and used the belt to pull his burly cocksucker closer. Jason’s mouth fell open. His tongue slightly out. His eyes were crossed, staring longingly at the prize just inches away. He closed the final distance unprompted and inhaled Tyler’s monster with a grateful moan. The young man watched as Jason lovingly worshipped his cock. Oh yes, this daddy was his now. He had more in store for the man, but that all seemed like just a formality at this point.
After basking in the glory of his conquest for a few minutes, Tyler held tight to the belt in his hand and pulled it quickly and powerfully toward himself, stabbing his sword further than ever before into the back of Jason’s throat. This elicited a wild response from the man. An almost animalistic sound leapt from his throat as his arched back lifted by natural instinct, and he attempted to pull away from the log buried deep inside him. His mouth was now wide open, as copious amounts of drool and slime poured out of him, down the heavy set of balls against his chin, and onto the floor at the edge of the bed. Every muscle in his body was flexed in retreat. But Tyler was ready, and he held fast to the belt and pushed his hips forward, preventing any relief from his invasion. This caused the belt to tighten severely around Jason’s neck. His eyes bulged, face burning red, veins visibly expanding around his neck and forehead. His access to air was cut off two-fold, and the impact was felt immediately. Jason’s head felt heavy, his vision blurry. He was quickly losing the connection between his body and his brain, as his muscles softened and threatened collapse.
Tyler mercifully relaxed his pull on the belt, and Jason fell back and away from the slime-coated cock. As Jason’s lungs loudly filled with air though, the lean young man once again pulled him back to the root of his manhood. He wasn’t going to give the stud any time to process or second guess his choices. He knew Jason could end this with one punch. He had to be careful to keep the beast on defense. The flustered older man was gagging and struggling. Fresh air came in small sips as Tyler began to establish a rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts. The boy’s eyes rolled back. This is what he’d been working toward.
“Oh, fuck yeah, Daddy. That’s it. Take every inch of this dick. You feel so good.” juice from his bloated balls was now pouring steadily down the defeated man’s throat.
Even now, in his panic and confusion, Tyler’s compliment melted Jason’s ability to resist. Instead of using his superior strength to free himself from this torture, he focused his thoughts on providing complete satisfaction to the steel beam battering his throat. He was overcome with a desire to earn the thick load building in Tyler’s massive balls. It was a need beyond reason. Beyond human, even.
Tyler recognized the change in tone of his cocksucker’s moans. He’d fucked the resistance out of Jason’s throat, and out of his mind. He finally let himself give in to the sensations enveloping his aching member. It was safe now to simply enjoy. The room seemed to pulse now to the rhythm of his powerful thrusts and the greedy milking of Jason’s mouth. The air was thick with sweat, and the sounds of gurgling and moaning bounced off the walls, surely seeping through them to neighboring ears.
Jason’s nose continuously smashed into Tyler’s pelvis, and his lips grew puffy from their constant dragging and crashing into the wide base of the invading rod. He’d long ago given up trying to retain any of the fluids hurling from deep in his belly. Both men were now slickened with a thick coat of his spit and slime. His own forgotten dick ached painfully as it burped out a constant stream of juice from his darker, hairier balls. A new puddle was soaking into the sheets between his wide-spread knees. He had never been treated like such a hole, and he’d never craved anything more than this. Every molecule in his body was fixed on one mission.
Tyler now enjoyed easy control over the bewildered daddy. He too was becoming more and more intent on the explosive release of a load that had been building in his swollen balls for over half an hour now. His breathing became more erratic, and his pumping took on a more frantic pace. Sweat slid freely over his hairless, chiseled body. His dirty blonde locks were now plastered to his forehead. Without warning, he leaned over the subservient daddy, his middle finger gliding easily through the sweat-soaked hair of the crevice formed between the muscle mounds of the man’s ass. A muffled squeal erupted around Tyler’s swelling manhood as his slender finger found its target and pushed through the tight, hairy ring. Lubed with nothing but Jason’s own sweat, the finger penetrated deep and slammed into his now swollen prostate. He lurched forward, wide-eyed, as an electric current surged through his entire body. His throat gripped the flared head of the younger man’s spear and milked it with renewed excitement. That did the trick.
Tyler’s head reared back and a howl erupted from the depths of his belly. He slammed every bit of himself into Jason and humped against the man’s lips as thick ropes of potent seed shot from his rigid shaft, coating the daddy’s throat with his prize.
Jason, now nearly in tears from a mix of lust and hard-earned accomplishment, accepted every drop. His breathing ceased. Nothing mattered more than receiving what Tyler was feeding him. He began to lose count of how many jolting shots of sperm were being pumped directly into his belly.
Then, simultaneously, Tyler ripped his finger from the near virgin hole and pulled his cock free from the suction of the hungry cocksucker’s mouth. His dick convulsed and continued to fire cum all over his new daddy’s face and hair as he grabbed the shaft and steadied the aim. Finally, with a bent knee, he took a step back and worked to regain his composure. Before his cum-covered beast could react, Tyler pushed his cock back to Jason’s face and wiped himself clean on the only un-drenched places he could find.
With a mixture of shock and lust, Jason accepted every bit of Tyler’s treatment. His jaw hung open, and his eyes revealed an exhaustion that can only come from a job such as this one. Finally, he broke his gaze from the monster that had conquered his throat and traced the lines of sweat up the tight body it belonged to, resting on Tyler’s satisfied face.
Tyler smiled down at him with a cool acknowledgement and appreciation for Jason’s efforts. As his chest continued heaving, his eyes darkened. “You did good, Daddy. I think I just fell in love with your mouth.” Then, his face softened in feigned surprise. “I had no idea you were so eager to please! But I enjoyed every second.” He held back a cocky smirk as he glared down on the weakened man.
Jason’s eyes broke away from Tyler’s face and fell to his feet. His voice was now far more raspy than it had been an hour ago. Sheepishly he replied. “Thank you. Honestly, I didn’t know either.” As he replayed the day’s activities in his head a sense of shame and deep vulnerability washed over him.
Tyler was acutely aware of Jason’s weakened state. He curled a finger under the despondent man’s chin and gently tilted his head back up and locked eyes with him. With genuine sincerity he offered reassurance. “Hey. I mean it man. That’s the best I ever had. You should be proud of yourself. I know I’m sure proud of you.” With that, he bent over and pressed his lips against Jason’s, working his tongue into the man’s mouth.
As they shared the lingering taste of Tyler’s seed, what remained of the hardened daddy melted into a compliant boy, longing for his man’s approval. Tyler continued to make out with Jason, offering a sense of comfort and safety to a man whose world had been turned upside down.
Then, as suddenly as he’d embraced the trembling mass of muscle, Tyler pulled away. But Jason didn’t languish for long, as his man mounted the bed behind him and gently, but commandingly gripped his hips. Guided back, Jason rested his thighs on his heels. His firm muscled ass was now spread more, stretching the fabric of his underwear impossibly tight. Tyler licked his lips and gripped the waistband of Jason’s boxer briefs. Slowly, he slid the strained underwear over the rock-hard ass in front of him exposing a moist, hairy hole, nearly untouched until today. Jason felt the cool air on his exposed opening. Though shy and vulnerable, he felt somehow safe with Tyler. His dick was pulsing, still trapped in his own wetness. It was the only part of him still covered.
The lean young man peered down at his prize with renewed vigor. His manhood began to rise again. “Oh, Daddy! You are just so perfect! Let me make you feel good.” Without further hesitation, he leaned forward and buried his smooth face between the mounds of Jason’s ass.
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