After countless emails back and forth, lots of sexy pictures and videos, discussing turn ons and what not and a couple failed attempts to make it happen, I was finally backing into daddy's driveway. I should have been nervous, or even excited, but it felt more like visiting a friend. I knocked on the door and heard a dog bark. The house and neighbourhood were very wholesome. The dog bark was so natural. It was the bark of an excited pet. Not a guard dog.
Daddy opened the door and there he was. A plaid button up shirt tucked into blue jeans with a pair of suspenders. If I didn't know better one could assume he was a high school shop teacher. The only wood this man was wielding however, was the massive uncut cock he had packed in his jeans beneath a black jockstrap with the word "Born To Fuck" embroidered on the waistband. I knew this because he had been sending me updates of him wearing it for the last three days as an olfactory treat when I finally took my position as his keen cock sucker.
As I stepped inside I saw the source of the barking, a small curly haired terrier in a Kennel. He closed the door behind me and asked if I was okay with dogs. Of course I said yes, so he freed his pup who then proceeded to joyously jump and sniff at me. Good, I thought, he's raised a friendly dog. He's most likely going to be as kind as he seems. Kindness was important in this situation as I had fully intended to do whatever this man asked of me.
I excused myself to the bathroom. Once inside I stared at myself in the mirror for a moment to get my nerve up. Then I pissed, and changed into my blue briefs that make me feel sexier. I didn't want to wear them before hand as they aren't very comfortable and I had shopping to do before I came over. The last thing I wanted was raw red thighs from the chaffing of walking around in tiny underwear.
When I came back out daddy had gotten me a glass of ice water. All of this had been part some erotica I'd sent him about my fantasy of our first meeting. So, not missing the similarity he asked if I'd just removed a plug from my ass. I laughed and said no.
"Good," he said, "Daddy is expecting a tight hole."
This was the confirmation I needed. I'm about to give every bit of myself to him. He leads me to his bedroom in the back of the house. Him and his husband have a lot of Knick knacks and art. This is a very cozy home.
Once we're in his room, I take a quick glance around, but my attention is immediately on daddy. I'm here to please him, do whatever he says. So when he pulls me in for a kiss I accept it excitedly. His beard is rough on my freshly shaven face, and his tongue is strong in my mouth. He smells of soap, musk and a hint of cigarette. The taste of his tongue is kind of sweet and warm. Daddy pushes it deep into my mouth and I instinctively suck on it. I want every part of this man inside me.
His hands are exploring my sides and back, so I match him. Although he has a round belly, his body feel strong and firm beneath his shirt. I run my hands up his stomach to his chest and back around his back. As I do, daddy wraps his arms around me and squeezes me into his body. I press my hard cock into his pelvis, and bite his lip. His embrace is melting me. He growls lightly as he slides a hand down the back of my pants.
After an appreciative squeeze, his fingers make their way to my waiting hole. My hips push back into his hand hoping to open up enough that daddy can probe my ass with his thick fingers. As he prods me, I can feel his cock becoming hard against mine. Then daddy pushes me back and demands I remove my shirt.
I do so immediately. Eager to show I follow his instructions well. He runs his hands across my exposed flesh. Inspecting his boy. He takes a look at my tattoos, then returns to kissing. He begins caressing my nipples before giving them both a hard tweak. I was unprepared, so it hurts a lot, but I would never complain about his touch. I crave it so much. He seems to enjoy my discomfort and returns his hand to my ass.
This time he manages to open me up enough to fit the end of a finger inside me. It feels incredible and I push back against his hand again trying to take more of him in. Once again daddy steps back and demands I remove my pants. So I strip down to my underwear. Daddy looks pleased. He grabs my cock and my ass in either hand and squeezes. I moan and try to stay upright. I've wanted this so badly. It's everything I'd imagined.
"Take off daddy's shirt." he insists.
So I start kissing his neck and undoing each button methodically. Working my way down with them. I make my way through his grey furry chest to his nipples. Daddy had warned me they're sensitive, I'm soon to find out just how powerful they are. I start with tentative licks, but daddy grabs the back of my head and growls
"Suck daddy's nipples boy."
Fuuuuuck. "Anything sir."
I'm sucking and licking one nipple while flicking and rubbing the other. As one nipple begins to feel dry, I switch. Back and forth back and forth. Daddy seems to be enjoying it, and isn't stopping me, so I'll continue doing this until told otherwise. While I'm working his nipples, daddy's hand returns to playing with my ass. I reach around and squeeze daddy's ass. In all of our communication, there was no mention or site of his butt. Normally that would have been early in the conversation, but from the get go this was always ending with his cock inside one end of me or the other. So besides a couple pictures of it, there was also no mention of my cock. I'm strictly a vessel for daddy's pleasure.
Daddy puts a hand on my shoulder and instructs me to get on my knees. I get down and look up to him for further instruction.
"You know what to do."
Boy do I. I immediately press my face into daddy's lap and breath deeply. I'm finally here. Stripped down, on my knees in front of a man who's cock is rock hard for me. His musk isn't especially strong though his jeans, but his prominent cock is rigid and warm against my left cheek. I rub my face against him trying to take in as much of this moment as possible. I find the head of daddy's thick cock through the cloth of his jeans and wrap my mouth around it. I then rub my face up and down it's substantial length. This is daddy's cock and I'm so happy to get to be touching it. I then reach up to undo daddy's jeans and get another layer closer to tasting his warm meat.
The first button comes undone easily. Exposing the "Born To Fuck" on his jockstrap. I begin kissing and sniffing as I reach for his fly, but I discover he's wearing button fly jeans. Something about the difficulty of a button fly felt very sexy. Like BDSM hardware. As I slowly manage to undo each button I work my way down with my mouth. I can now taste and smell the treat daddy has made for me. Three days of piss, come and musk. It was hard to not try to take a bit out of daddy's crotch. His scent fully engulfed my brain. God I want this man.
In my fervor I try to pull his pants down, forgetting about the suspenders. I feel dumb. I was so turned on by the suspenders, but was so caught up in the rest of this embodiment of my deepest sexual desires, I forgot all about them. Daddy pulls me to stand.
"Let's get the rest of our clothes off."
