The Waiting Game

I'd been on a serious dry spell. Out of a long term relationship and back on the market, I was looking to capitalize on finally getting with a daddy type like I'd always fantasized. I find a silver fox of a man on Grindr only a mile away. Tall, slender body, with silver hair that led down to a short, darker gray beard. I wasn't being too picky that morning, so I headed over.

Upon arriving I knocked on his door and he promptly answered with a smile. 

"Hey stud," he rang in his deep many voice. 

"Hey yourself," I said as I made my way in. 

He was taller than I was, which I liked, and whatever cologne he had on felt like pure pheromones. I felt my cock stir in my tight jock strap that I'd worn for the occasion. 

"I'm Jake-," I began.

"Hi, Jake. I'm.. Daddy."

"Daddy?" I asked, confused.

"Do you want to know my name? Or would you rather call me daddy? Or sir?"

I understood now. That could be hot, I thought. Answering to this handsome anonymous figure. I'd always imagined being with an older guy would make me inherently submissive to an extent, and him inherently dominant, by age. But now I'm here. And it's starting.

I felt my heart rate increase and began getting nervous. "I'll call you sir... Sir," I peeped.

"Good." We walked into his living room area and I felt I began to settle down a bit. A very neat, well kept apartment with lots of natural light style, and decor. I was impressed. But after all this guy was gay, so maybe I shouldn't be impressed by his style. 

We sat on the couch and he offered me coffee and we innocently talked for a short time. I asked if I could guess his age, assuming 44, but he was in fact 49. He smiled, taking it as a compliment. He guessed my age as 21, short by two years. I commented on how nice his apartment was and he explained to me that he's put a lot of work into it and showed me, pointing out little things he had changed recently. The wall shelves, the light fixtures, crown molding, etc. 

"My contractor should be here anytime now to check out the counter tops. He's actually running late," he said.

"Like today?" I asked, puzzled. I'm here, I thought. Why would I come over if he was expecting to do house work?

"Yeah, was supposed to be here about fifteen minutes ago to start."

"Is it a quick thing, or what?" Thinking this guy would come over, do his thing, leave, then this 'Sir' and I would get into our business. 

"Eh, could take a couple hours, hopefully no more," he said nonchalantly. 

"Oh." The confusion was obvious in my voice.

"I thought we could play something while he's here, if you have the time." He placed his hand on my leg and gently stroked his thumb back and forth through my leg hair.

"Oh?" Even more confusion.

"You said on Grindr you wanted to be with a daddy that had control over you, yes?" He asked, referencing our messages - he certainly wasn't wrong.

"I do," I said hesitantly.

"Well, I'm a daddy that likes to have control."

I swallowed, hard. My chest skipped a beat, and I felt an anxiety creep over me. Not necessarily a bad anxiety, but an anticipation of sorts. This was a first for me.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked quietly, looking down and my hands in my lap.

He reached and took my chin in his fingers, turning my head to look at him. I think he could sense my unease. "Come with me," he said with a soft smile. His fingers left my chin and moved to my hand, lifting me from the couch. 

As I entered his bedroom behind him, I was again pleased at the style he had. Very clean, and neat, I thought, for which I was grateful for. My eyes trailed over the window, his large mirror and his plants, and stopped on his bed. On the top corners of the headboard were short red braided ropes, innocently hanging down onto the pillows. Here came that anxiety again. I've never been tied up, I've never been with a daddy. This is a lot of firsts at once, I felt, maybe I should back out. No shame in that, right?

"It's okay," he said. He had let go of my hand and sat on the side of his bed. "Come," he calmly ordered, holding his hand out for mine. I reached out before I stepped forward, part of me wanting to leave, but most of me wanting to know where this was going. I sat down beside him. 

"There. Good boy," he said patting my leg. He was gentle, I liked that. I was curious how someone could be gentle while liked being in control as he claimed.

"What are we going to do?" I asked.

"Nothing that you don't want to, okay?" He took my chin again with his fingertips, staring in my eyes. His eyes were genuine, he was serious, and empathetic, I could see it. I nodded and began to turn my head back to my lap. His fingers tighten on my chin and he turned me back to him, pulling my face to his. Our lips collided and his fingers held my chin firmly against his, there was no give. I was taken back at first but his lips were really warm, and soft, and as he moved them rhythmically against mine, it was just bliss. His short beard was scruffy and rough against my stubble, and tickled my lips as he moved. His warm, wet tongue penetrated my lips and met with mine, writhing over one another. He gripped the back of my head and pulled my mouth totally into his. Wow was he a good kisser! His tongue danced between his mouth and mine as he playfully bit my lip before pulling away. 

I was hard as a rock and felt my jock constricting every last inch of my cock, confining it to it's dark, warm chamber under my shorts. 

He gripped at my shirt and pulled it off rather swiftly, showing my dark hairy chest and happy trail that lead all the way to my junk. His hands ran through my chest hair and lightly pulled at it, making me wince ever so slightly. He made his hands to my shorts and promptly ripped them down to my ankles, allowing my jockstrap to be unsheathed and to breathe again. I felt the cool air rush over my body, between my legs and on my chest - all the while this full clothed silver fox is tickling my neck with his beard as he tries to kiss my neck and chest

I start to reach for this shirt and pull it off, but he stops me.

"Ah ah, not yet. Contractor will be here soon," he says. I'd forgotten completely, consumed by him.

"Oh. Sooo, what are we doing then?" I asked, stumped. 

"Well, I said we were going to play a bit of a game, didn't I?"

"Yes?"

"The waiting game," he said as a smile grew. 

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, once this contractor comes over, I'm going to be pre-occupied with him for the most part, so I'll be in and out," He says, getting up off the bed, walking to the headboard, "and you.. will be in here... in these," holding up the red braided rope that I now can see have a sort of cotton cuff on the end to wrap around one's wrist. "His work is only in the kitchen, so he won't be in here, and assuming you don't make too much noise, he won't know you're here at all. Periodically while he's here, I'll come in when I can.. and I'll be in control. But until then.. you wait." He was stern, assertive, dominant in his voice. 

I sat on the bed in only my jock, reached for the rope cuff, noticing how soft it is. I twirled it in my fingers and my fingers slipped inside the hoop. Deeper I slid my hand through the cuff, then my thumb, as it looped around my wrist. Not very firmly, but it certainly was a restraint of sorts. I liked it. A lot. With one arm in, I scooted over on the bed and slowly looped my other wrist through. I was restrained, without a word.

"That's a gooood boy," Sir said smiling.

I laid back onto his pillows, quite comfortable, with my arms stretched out and upward towards the headboard. The rope cuffs were about a twelve inches long from the top of the headboard, so I had just enough slack to know it was there and just little enough to make it useful. Being restrained felt good, strangely good! My stiff cock throbbed in my jock strap, busting at the seams, itching to be released. 

Sir crawled on top of me, kissed me once on the lips, and made his way down my body. Having no use of my arms was riveting. Feeling his scratchy beard hairs travel south from my neck to my waist was exquisite. I shuddered and shook lightly, only a little ticklish I am. I kept trying to move my arms despite knowing they wouldn't go anywhere. His fingered traced my chest to my stomach and to the waistband on my jock. It was lifted away from my waist since my cock was so stiff, allowing his fingers to easily slide underneath and into my jock strap. Slowly he traced his fingers through my pubes and around the base of my cock. Throbbing, I was, with each pump of blood through my body my cock would twinge a little, rhythmically. He gripped my short, thick, throbbing cock firmly with his whole hand and I gasped.

"Ah, yes sir," I moaned. 

"Just the right size you are," he said.

In one fell swoop he pulled my jockstrap waist band down and took my cock into his mouth. "Oh!!" I nearly yelled. He forced my cock all the way down his throat and then back out, making me groan loudly again. He withdrew. 

"You can't make that much noise when I have this contractor here, boy," he said sternly before plunging my cock deep into his throat again.

"I'm-ah! I'm - s - I'm sorry," I gasp between breaths. Being restrained, kissed, felt and sucked was unbelievable I could barely catch my breath. He sucked my cock relentlessly, shoving his head down onto it, rolling his tongue around my head and shaft. I was going to explode! "I'm cu- ah oh ah, wait oh! I'm cumming!!" I couldn't help it, it just happened, in less than a minute of my cock in his mouth, I exploded into him. The orgasm forced my body to tense entirely and throw my head back onto the bed. I spread my fingers and toes and extended my hips, pushing further into Sir's mouth. He bobbed his head repeatedly up and down as he drained my cock with his hand into his lips, taking all I shot into his mouth. And he wasn't swallowing, I could feel my cum in his mouth, encircling my shaft with each bob of his head and little bits dripped out from the sides of his mouth onto my pubes. 

He took my cock out of his mouth, my head still too weary to lift off the bed, in almost a drugged state of euphoria and bliss. My hand still extended outward, restrained, my cock tensed as the orgasm slowly passed. He made his way up towards me, fixing my jock and pulling it back into place, kissing my waistline and chest. I closed my eyes and bit my lips, savoring his stubbly beard on my skin, still gasping for breath. Then I felt a warm wetness on my stomach, his tongue surely. Then more of it, but closer to my waist. I looked up as he slowly let my warm cum run from his soft lips onto my skin. He'd still had it this whole time in his mouth I realized! He let just a bit run out of his mouth onto my smooth skin, and rubbed it around into my skin with his lips. As if he was putting body lotion on me or something, only with his lips, and with cum. I thought this was strange but he was so sensual about it and gentle that it was really arousing. He made out with my skin, allowing my cum to drip over my body, soaking me. After a couple minutes, and surely with all that cum and saliva gone, he raised his head and looked at me. 

"You weren't supposed to cum yet," he said licking his lips. 

"Well you never told me the rules," I teased. 

"Do not cum again unless I tell you too," he said, this time sternly.

I drew my head back a little, surprised. He was in control I remembered. I want this.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." I say innocently. 

"Good boy."

He runs his hands along my stomach and through my furry chest before tracing my restrained arms with his fingertips, tickling me inadvertently in my arm pits. His soft lips kiss my skin randomly around my chest and stomach, still slightly wet from my cum.

---- A distant knock interrupts us both ----

"Guess that's him!" he says and eagerly jumps up off the bed.

Without a word he walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. I hear the same distant knock again. The bedroom door reopens and he sticks only his head in, "Remember, be quiet, he'll never know you're here." I smiled affirmatively, biting my lip.

He leaves again and I hear the front door open. I recall myself walking through that same door less than an hour ago, not having any clue I'd be restrained to this anonymous guy's bed, having just busted one of my biggest loads ever into his mouth. 

I hear their muffled voices on the other side of the door. Not able to make out their words, but understand their context in a way through their tone. Introductions, showing the contractor the kitchen, explaining some ideas and plans for the work. 

I wondered who this guy was. What did he look like? Would he ever guess theres a slim, naked tied up twink boy in this gentleman's bedroom right now? What if went to use the bathroom and came in the wrong door and saw? What if he freaked? What if he liked it? My thoughts were racing as I laid restrained. 

My cock began to stiffen again - I was always blessed with having reliable reinforcements in no time. A few minutes passed as I heard them talking. Then more time, and surely some more.

----

As I began to get a little uneasy. I heard a quiet knock on the bedroom door and it slowly opened. There he was! Finally!

"About ti-" I started, honestly a little too loud.

"Shh!" he held his finger to his mouth.

Whispering, "I'm sorry.. sir. About time," I repeated.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to me, tugging as my restraints and the loops around my wrist. 

"Good and tight," he said.

They weren't actually tight at all having only slid around my wrists, but confining none the less, and it was hot to pretend at the least. 

"Mhmm," I moaned softly. 

He saw I'd gotten hard again and firmly gripped my cock through my jock strap. He crawled up onto the bed and swung his body over mine, almost sitting on my chest. He pulled his waistband of his shorts down, flopping out his half-hard, six inch, uncut cock.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, in awe. I'd never seen an uncircumcised cock in person. Only in porn. aNd he was so big, and not even fully hard it seemed. I lurched my head forward to try to take it into my mouth, but he pushed my head back onto the bed. 

"Ah, ah," he said as he raised himself onto his knees, now kneeling over my face. He lightly slaps the tip of his cock around my lips. I extend my tongue.

"No," he says, "close your mouth." I obey.

He runs his tip around my lips and cheeks. Then slaps me with it as it begins to stiffen. *Slap, slap, slap, slap* against my cheeks, back and forth. I moan softy, encouraging him. He stiffens more and as he slaps his nearly fully erect cock against my face it becomes less enjoyable. I began to wince a little as his skin slapped against mine. 

"You like that cock, boy," he said, "I know you do. You like it."

I opened my mouth again to suck him instead.

"No. Close it," he ordered again. He continued cock slapping my face until my cheeks were tender, and beat red I'm sure. Bits of his pre cum stuck to my cheeks and in my stubble. I licked some from the side of my mouth. That's when he took his cock and penetrated my lips, finally allowing me to taste him. His salty, warm pre cum was so good, and I felt his dick continue to grow slightly in my mouth. He thrust into my mouth a couple times making me badly gag (something I really don't like). 

"Mm-mm," I moaned as I gently shook my head with his cock in my mouth. Conveying disapproval.  He shoved his cock down my throat again, forcing me to gag.

"Mmm-mm!" I moaned louder forcing my head to push his body away from my face, unable to use my arms. He withdrew with a gasp of satisfaction.

"I don't like that," I said sternly, and a little loud. "Don't gag me like that."

He stared at me for a moment, holding my glance. He could see I was serious, not messing around. 

"I apologize." He began to get off of me, his long stiff cock swinging wildly about. 

I thought I blew it. I just turned him off. Why because he can't gag me?

"Hey, I'm sorry, I jus-" I began, but he turned and grabbed me chin again, but forceful this time. His eyes looked deep into mine.

His face drew closer to mine. "I said I apologize. I won't shove this dick down your throat. But when I get back in here," he drew even closer and lowered his voice, "it's getting shoved somewhere fucking deep... and you better decide where, boy." 

His voice was ardent and dominant, his eyes held mine like glue. For a couple second we just looked at each other. I grew a bit concerned suddenly from this, slightly worried.

Then, like that, his right eyes winked, and the very slightest and smallest smirk came from the left side of his mouth. It was all okay. He was playing along, as should I. Whew!

"Yes, sir," I winced, trying to conceal my small smirk.

He adjusted his stiff cock into his waistband to go back into the kitchen. 

"Hurry back," I whispered.

"I'll take as long as I want, boy." He gave me that same playful look. 

I smirked and snuggled back into bed, arms still restrained. 

As he left I wondered how in the world he's able to conceal that monster cock of his in his waistband well enough. It's all I could think about. I wanted him to come back. I wanted him. Badly. I heard both of their deep voices outside the door, talking back and forth. The knots around my wrists weren't tight enough to keep me confined necessarily, but I didn't want to wiggle out of them. So I waited.

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PART 2 COMING SOON