NOTE: all characters in this story are fictional but above the age of 18. This story involves consensual sex between adult men with age gaps, cucking, verbal degradation and exhibitionism.
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I woke up in the regular way; alone in bed with the sound of the shower underscoring my morning. I stretched out across Daniel's side of the bed and let my eyes adjust from the light. The sheets were still warm from his body. I let the sheets fall off my nearly naked body as I focused my gaze on the source of the noise.
Daniel's body was clear under the stream, his handsome face turned up towards the shower-head. Dan had just turned 38 and spend a good amount of keeping in shape. Standing at 5'9, Dan had a solid build with well-defined pecs. His stocky build was covered in a fine dusting of salt and pepper hair that matched that of his head and stylish beard. Between his thick thighs, I watched his flaccid cock swing as he cleaned his upper body. While soft it didn't look that impressive, the 7 thick inches it reached when hard, always made me scream when he slammed it into my tight hole.
I smiled to myself while I let my hands wander down to my morning wood. Clad only in my jockstrap I felt extra slutty laying around in bed. I worked my cock lazily as Daniel turned, giving me a good view of his meaty arse. When out in public together, Dan and I drew some attention for how different we looked. While he was a stocky daddy-type, I was still skinny, 24 years old and only 5'6. When we first met, I was honestly intimidated by how confident and open he seemed. I had just come out and this handsome, manly bloke was approaching me. By the time I was riding his dick in the bathroom, halfway through our first date, I was over the intimidation.
After almost a year I still enjoyed pleasing Dan with my tight body. He spends ages eating my arse and running his hands over my slim body while I whimpered like a little slut. He loved whispering into my ear how much he liked the hair that covered my upper body and round arse. Before too long I was wetting his cock with my mouth or face-down being drilled into the mattress. We did this most nights until he filled me or painted my face with his load. Last night, however, we'd stopped just shy of climax and I was feeling it now.
I wanted to do anything to make him happy but sometimes my self-consciousness got in the way. A month ago, Dan asked me to think about bringing another slutty bottom to join us. I was hard at the idea but too nervous to go through with it. Though he was less into the idea, Daniel even suggested we introduce another dominate man. Again, I fantasied about this but could never get further than my imagination. I knew he thought about it sometimes, but Dan still assured me he was happy using my cunt alone if that's what I wanted.
As I slid the pouch of my jock down below my balls to get better access, my mind wandered. I thought back to the night before when I got home from work. Coming in the door to see Daniel still in his business wear, typing away at his desk. I called out a greeting but only got a mumble in response. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to coming home to Dan. His busy work schedule was not going to derail my plans. As I dropped my things off in our room, I formulated my plan.
Slipping out of my uniform, I grabbed my skimpiest jock and slid into it. I re-entered the living room, half expecting to draw Dan's attention when he looked up from his work. He seemed too engrossed in it though for this to work how I would have liked it. As I pulled the meal, he'd started cooking before sitting down, off the stove, an absent-minded question came from Dan.
"How was work, bud?"
