Breaing Daddy

The text came in, well DM I guess, on an app.

"Daddy's waiting for you," it said.

We'd interacted a few times in the past, exchanged a few pics and some teasing messages, and I had told him that I'm nobodies son. And certainly not someone half my age, his profile says 33 so not quite half. Still, he was hot, hazel eyes, bushy mustache, full chest of dark fur. And a nice, if average cock - kind of a match for mine at just around six and half inches but maybe he had a bit of girth on me. Body wise though I have got the mass and muscle on him. The DMs kept coming.

"I want to fuck your ass, boy." He wrote.

"You're gonna have to take it, boy," I replied.

"Daddy won't have an issue with that," he sent back.

Finally, I'd had enough. I told him if he can pin me, he can take me. If not, if I pin him, his ass is mine. He agreed, sure with youth and a gym bod on his side he'd have no problem. He was wrong. High school and university wrestling left me with some skills even though those skills were decades old. We met at my place. I have an open space in my home office, and I set up some foam puzzle matts making a small wrestling area. We stripped and both stepped into the ring. It was over in seconds. We locked arms around shoulders and pressured for control, I swept a leg and he went down. And I followed. Pin.

"Yield," I said.

He struggled trying to push me off but couldn't shift my heavier frame. After a minute, he yielded.

"Get on your knees, sitting erect, back straight but head down." I demanded not waiting for him to change his mind after the loss. He moved into position, very obedient. I walk up to him and I admire my prize; my cock is ringed top (under the glans) and bottom (around shaft and balls) waves in front of his lowered head. I'm already semi hard, my cock had started to rise as soon as he knelt in position, in submission. And just seeing him there on his knees waiting for me, has my cock already reacting.

I take my semi in hand and tap it on his cheeks a few times.

"Are you ready for this," I ask?

He starts to lift his head, perhaps to answer, perhaps to challenge me but what he doesn't do is answer me, right away.

I slap his cheeks, again, with my cock, "I asked you a question,

daddy

," and I emphasize the "daddy"

"Yes, I'm ready," he says, head down again, where it belongs.

Slap, slap, my cock hits his cheeks, "Yes... what," I ask?

"Yes, sir." he replies, I can tell it's a hard acknowledgment for him, and those words take a lot out of him to say. As he speaks, I can see his body sags a bit, he's not the one usually saying those words, and it shakes him a bit.

Satisfied with his response, I lift his head and trace my cock head across his lips. His mouth opens but I cup his chin and close it for the moment, I'm painting his face with my cock and precum, and I'm going to take my time. Up across his brows, through his scruff, down each cheek, back to the little chin bump then up to his lips, again.

"Open" is all I say and his eyes rebel, I can see the refusal there in the depths - not at the act but at the role reversal - but his mouth opens.

I slide my head, and the steal ring around it, into his mouth. I can feel the ring clink against his teeth for a moment as he closes around me. Then I'm sliding into his throat.

I try to bury my cock fully into his throat, but he gags at about the three-inch mark. I withdraw till just the head remains, then say "Breath and relax" I let him do so then push back, another half inch sinks in, back out then in, again, and another inch and I continue until six and half inches is buried in his throat.

I place a hand on either side of his head, and I ride his face and his throat. Taking full advantage of his now open throat I fuck deep into him. From our discussions, I know he doesn't eat cum, but I want him to eat mine, today. I want to seed his throat. A good boy should be willing to take all that Daddy has to offer. I pick up my pace and I fuck deep into his throat until I feel my load rise. I don't ask, I don't seek permission, I simply shoot my load into his throat. The first pulse directly down his gullet. The second fills his mouth, the third and fourth spill out and dribble on the scruff of his beard and his chin. I pull out then and let the last shot paint his mustache. And there he is wearing my load, tasting my load.

He kneels there, not moving, he opens his mouth to spit out the load that is filling him.

"Don't you dare," I tell him, "Swallow. Every drop." I don't move to scoop the mess on his face and beard into his mouth but watch as he closes his mouth. He tries to swallow, what he's holding, and his throat balks, he gags slightly. I hold his head and caress his lower neck, his Adam's apple and his throat contracts and he swallows.

"There you go my boy," I tell him.

The first step in breaking the "Daddy" persona is complete. I leave him there, cum dripping down his face, some drops hit his upper chest. I move out of the room, instructing him not to move. I know his knees have to be killing him by now. But I take my time. I come back with a collar and leash and snap the collar in place around his neck, with the leash attached.

"Stand up," I tell him. And he does, he tries to lift a hand to clean his face. I stop him and lead him to the bedroom. I attach the leash to a bed post and tell him to get on the bed. I step away and watch him take position on the bed, he's kneeling again.

He leans forward on the bed; his brilliant white smile is wide as he watches me walk up to the bed. He thinks it's his turn. He's wrong. He is still naked; I haven't allowed him to dress or clean up after that blowjob. I move him until he's leaning across the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, his cock is rock hard, his balls are loose and hang between his thighs. He watched me walk across the room towards him, fully expecting that I'm going to drop to my knees and suck his cock, especially once I put him in that position. In fact, his cock bounces in anticipation.

I slide my hand along the top of his leg and dip it down between his thighs, a light touch, almost a tickle, a dusting of fingers across his body. His cock bounces again, precum flies off its tip. He look at me and his eyes say, almost command, "suck me." However, I don't kneel down instead I caress his shaft, trailing my fingers up to his sensitive head then I trace my way around the mushroom cap, gently, idly, taking my time.

I pull a drop of dew off the tip and move my finger to my lips, his eyes light up to see me taste his nectar but at the last moment I move my hand to his lips and brush them with the dew drop. He doesn't open his mouth, to suck my finger, and I'm a little disappointed.

I now step between his legs, widening them, resting my thigh against his balls, putting a little pressure on them, nothing painful, but I know he can feel me there, touching him. My knee pushes in toward his spread ass.

I continue with my hand, the light touch, the tickle, up his torso, teasing each nipple in turn, his chest pumps and flexes as I tease them. Then I'm back to his neck, his lips, his face. I run my finger through his scruff, across his mustache. My hand wraps the back of his neck and I pull his head forward, our lips connect. My tongue darts out and his lips yield to my advance. We're at war, again, with our tongues, which Daddy is going to win. Another contest. Another one he's going to lose.

I lean forward and his body collapses back, our lips still locked, he's now laying flat on the bed, legs still hanging off, with my body pressed into and onto his. My cock as hard as his, now slides against him. Touching him, they come together precum dripping from each, wetting and allowing us to glide across each other, smoothly.

He moans into my mouth as one of my hands tweaks a nipple, and cups his chest muscle.

He moans louder.

And I know I've won, again. Lifting off, I pull his legs up and rim his ass, allowing my tongue to probe into him. I add fingers, with the tongue until his ass is open. I've seen it open in the pics he sent, which is one way I knew he wasn't all "daddy," no matter what he says. I stand again and put my cock where my tongue has just been and look down into his beautiful eyes and I hold them and him in suspense as I remain poised.

"Say my name," I tell him. "Ask me to fuck you."

He fights against that urge to give in, the final surrender but in the end, we both know he will, and he does. And with that, hearing my name pass his lips I simply slide into him, wet cock into wet ass. His cock bounces wildly as I make the progression. And without touching himself, he begins to shoot, cum hits his nipple, his belly. I catch some of it and rub his cheeks and his lips with it. I don't make him to taste it, though, not yet, anyway.

My cock fills him again and again until my load is ready to be emptied into him and I allow myself to cum, filling his hole with my seed. I stay in his ass, relishing in his wet warmth until my cock softens and drops out. Cum leaks slowly out of his ass. I lay him down, and big spoon that I am, I wrap around him, and we nap.

After the nap, I wake up to this young buck who fancies himself "Daddy" reasserting himself.

Now he wants to show me who Daddy is. He doesn't mess around with teasing. Instead, he wraps a hand around my big balls, his hand barely fits, and he tugs them away from my body. He leans down and nibbles on my nips and releases my balls, so that his fingers can drop down and probe my ass. He spits, and presses. One, spit, two, spit again, three and he plows into me. His cock rises and he is rock hard again. He pulls his fingers out and slides his thick cock into my ass and starts to fuck me.

"Who's your daddy now," he gasps out, as his hips are thrusting him madly into me with our bodies slamming together.

"Say it," he tells me, "say I'm the daddy." And he drives deeper into me, I didn't think he could get any deeper, but I feel every inch.

I try to cry uncle but that's not good enough for him. "Daddy," he asserts.

"Daddy," I concede.

He pulls out and his cock spits cum all over my cock and balls. He slaps his hand across my rock-hard cock then leaves me there, drenched in his cum and he heads to the shower.

The war isn't over. Oh no, it's just begun. I follow him to the shower.