The Daddy Ex

Sam was my first real boyfriend.  I had been out for a few years and was ready for a relationship.  This being my first I didn’t really have any expectations and we solidified our relationship after only a few dates-  Which is also when he introduced me to his ex- Damon.  He explained they had been together a long time and neither of them wanted to throw away their friendship just because their relationship didn’t work out.  I was skeptical and asked all the questions about how many times they hooked up after they broke up and he was steadfast it was zero- 

"We didn’t have sex for the last 6 months of our relationship,  breaking up wasn’t much of an aphrodisiac". 

There was a part of me that admired they were able to move beyond what failed and focused on what was salvageable. Then I met him.  The ex.  Damon was a daddy in every aspect of the word.  Salt and pepper beard, short cropped hair, the very definition of beefy and hair that covered his entire front and most of his back.  His voice was as deep as his brown eyes and he had a smile that smoldered.  His hand engulfed mine and pulled me into his massive chest as he identified as a “hugger”  -  He immediately looked at Sam and congratulated him on finding such a beautiful young man-  I blushed, looked down… the only thing I stopped myself from doing was kicking the floor and saying aw shucks.  I was no slouch, much younger than both Sam and Damon, I had been going to the gym since I was 16 but Damon’s beef dwarfed my own.  I was cut - Damon was a house.  Sam was a mix of both of us, some beef but some muscle.  I complimented Damon on his cologne - asking what it was and he and Sam both started laughing. 

"I’ve never worn cologne - that's just me" he said with a proud grin. 

Sam joked that it was his pheromones 

"He has boys following him literally from around the block"

  I laughed nervously not sure if they were making fun of me or each other.  Damon wrapped his arm around my shoulder and looked Sam in the eye -

“I mean it Sam, you done real good-  Keep a close eye on him or I’ll try to snatch him out from under you”.

Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me into him -

"Oh my eye is on him, don’t you worry" 

They both laughed - I couldn’t stop staring at  Damon.  I was hard from his touch and I kept trying to inch closer to him to smell more of him - Maybe Sam wasn’t wrong.  It was a sweet smell but also the lightest detection of sweat and musk and …. I was finally broken out of my trance when Damon not so subtly adjusted his package and for the first time I looked down to see what seemed like a  VERY impressive bulge.  Sam had been checking out two other very handsome men across the street- both resembled how I looked- so he didn’t notice the exchange but Damon smiled when his crotch grab elicited the response he wanted - My watchful gaze.  When I looked up and noticed he had seen me- he grinned and winked.  I almost came. I had to talk myself down and figure out exactly how this was going to work.  Sam and Damon were friends and I couldn’t be infatuated with his ex.  The thought no soon entered my head as Sam’s phone went off- he checked his messages and immediately started swearing- 

"Jesus Fuckn Christ!-  Shit guys- I’m sorry - It’s work, the morons can’t do anything by themselves - This shouldn’t take more than an hour"-  Sam then looked at Damon-

“Can I trust you to not steal my adorable boyfriend away from me during lunch” 

to which Damon deadpanned

“No - now leave me with this stud”

Sam turned to me and apologized -

"Sorry babe, I’ll be back before he can get you into too much trouble"

and just like that I was left alone with this beast of a man. 

“Alright sport, I live a block away and I’d much rather whip up something at my place then spend a fortune trying to find something here” 

Damon wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into a brisk walk back to his condo-  My head was spinning.  He was taller than I was so his shoulder came to my head and the smell of his pits was intoxicating.  I struggled to make conversation as the wood in my pants was so hard it made it difficult to walk. A few times I unconsciously turned my head into his arm and took as big a whiff as I could without trying to be too obvious.  Damon talked most of the way and didn’t seem at all aware of his affect on me.  When we got to his condo he immediately stripped his shirt off and I once again was completely mesmerized by how large and beefy this man was.  

"Let me grab another shirt, I’m soaked in sweat from the walk" 

He disappeared into his bedroom  talking the entire time about his life in the city, his favorite foods, how he loved to cook- he had an air that could put anyone at ease and although he went into his bedroom to find a dryer shirt- he came back out in basketball shorts and apparently forgot his shirt.  I was just staring trying to take all of this incredible man in.  Though his shorts went to his knees, the very noticeable bulge went almost as long and was swinging wildly as he went from the counter to the fridge.  Again, he caught me staring and laughed -  "

Shit buddy I’m sorry-  Is this too much"?  as he grabbed his junk  the outline of his fat cock became even more clear

"I like to be comfortable when I’m home"

I stammered and couldn’t look away- 

“No of course not- I mean yes it’s a lot, not you… your…. Um”….. 

I felt my face turning various shades of red. 

“I mean, your fine.  Of course this is your house”

He never stopped moving as I was making a complete fool of myself.  Within minutes he had thrown something in the oven and came over to me.  He sat very close to me on the couch and leaned in apologizing. 

“Where are my manners handsome, I never offered you a drink-  what can daddy get you?”

My cock twitched when he mentioned daddy-  I major turn on for me and this man was completely fulfilled that fantasy. 

He stared at me with his warm smile and put his arm around me again.  This time my face was practically buried in his pit and I pushed my face in even further.  He whispered in my ear -

“I wasn’t joking about how damn cute you are.  Sam is a very lucky guy to have found you” 

My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his huge torso.  he didn’t stop the hug and now I was hugging him back.  We stayed that way for a few seconds longer before I pulled away and Damon sat up.  I stared at his massive chest and started rubbing his hairy chest before I even realized what I was doing- God this man just made me feel so damn comfortable. 

“Oh my god, whats wrong with me- I can’t, I shouldn’t”

“Oh stop it” Damon said with a smile - “You know Sam wouldn’t mind - and to be honest, I really do love my fur rubbed, go ahead” and he grabbed my hand and put it back on his chest, soon I raised my other and was feeling him all over. 

“God you are a beast in the best way possible” I heard myself tell him- He smiled.

“ Your so big and hairy and the muscles” 

“I love the attention” Damon admitted - “You can go lower if you want- looks like something else is looking for a little attention”

I looked down and audibly gasped - The beast of a man was also a beast below.  I could completely make out the thickness of the mans rock hard cock through his shorts and there was a very noticeable wet spot - not even a spot for Christ sake, it looked like he had shot a huge wad already leaking through his shorts. 

“Looks like you made me get a little messy - I leak like a motherfucker”

Both of my hands went to the massive bulge trying to break free from the shorts and grabbed it.  It felt solid and I could feel the heat of his cock even through the fabric of his shorts.  Damon stood up and I pulled down his shorts and let his monster free.  It was the thickest, fattest uncut cock I had ever seen, veiny with a perfect amount of foreskin -  a steady stream of precum leaking out of the massive head.  I held it in both of my hands and looked up at him.  It felt like I was holding the cock of a giant. 

Damon looked down at me

“Clean it up son” - it wasn’t a question and yet I felt no coercion- it was exactly what I wanted.  What I needed.  I got on my knees.