Through the droning chatter of my teammates on the call, I could hear the front door open and close and the familiar stomp of two boots being kicked off. Muting myself, I shouted, "Hey Marcus -- glad you're home! I'm on with the rest of the product team till 7 but help yourself to soup in the Instapot." He was in his fourth year of classes in his BSW/MSW program and balancing that with a pretty demanding internship meant that I didn't mind being both the primary income-earner and home-maker -- my job afforded me flexibility to largely work remotely and he and I have both gotten into the habit of meal-prepping together since he began to transition last year so it's honestly feels like cooking for one.
He took the stairs two at a time on the way down into our condo to say hello and while I quickly turned my camera off, he slid his warm hands down the front of my shirt and nuzzled into my neck. "I've missed you," he said, lips close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath but not enough that I could feel their touch.
"I've missed you too. Good day?"
"Yeah, big news about TA assignments next semester. We'll catch up when you're done," and dropping his backpack near the base of the stairs, bounced back up the staircase to the second floor where the bedrooms and master bath were and began to hear the muted sounds of electronica music and the shower running. I turned my camera back on and reoriented myself to the meeting in progress
After the meeting, I shut down my work station and went up into the guest bedroom which had been converted into a game room/study for Marcus when he actually had the time and the energy to sit down with a controller -- which lately, hasn't been a whole lot. One leg over the back of the couch, I slid in behind him as he continued to play his game. I began to rub his shoulders and focus in on his traps and he almost purred in response and dropped the remote. I let my hands slide down his traps over his shoulders and up under his armpits. "I'm glad you're getting better about taking your binder off when you get home. You know I worry about how dangerous it can be to wear those for too long."
He arched back into me, pushing his butt into my crotch and his shoulder blades back into my chest and turned just enough so I could see him roll his eyes, "Okay, Dad," he said sarcastically. We playfully joke about the age gap between us not infrequently, which is highlighted by him having started puberty later than his peers and thus a fair bit smaller than me. Sometimes the joking crosses the line from idle jokes to scratching some kind of itch for him. He, just a few months past his 20th birthday, stands at an optimistic 5'6'', and felt a tremendous amount of rejection when his father abandoned him and his mother shortly after he came out.
His wrists are small, and at 6'1'' and 210 lbs I can easily toss around his wiry frame, he and I do bear somewhat of a familial resemblance, although my body is was built for and shaped by much time spent under the barbell, his looks more like a fine racecar than an SUV like me. His unbroken shoulder-line gives way to a chest so flat that most days he doesn't wear a binder even though he hasn't had the financial stability for top surgery yet. He is beautiful and he is mine.
Marcus let out a quick sigh as I leaned in and kissed him hard, letting my teeth close gently on his lower lip as we disentangle. His butt pushed harder into my growing bulge. "Top or bottom?" he managed to get out in between hungry kisses and rushed breaths.
"Bottom," I reply and I undo my belt. "You better use your biggest cock tonight, too," I add, pulling my jeans down over my ass, revealing an erect, curved, and veiny penis and two small testicles crammed into a pair of pink panties. A tiny dot of pre-cum was already spreading across the front of my thong, giving a very clear indicator of how ready I was to get fucked.
Marcus slid his hand up the back of my leg, to my butt cheek, to the thong running between my cheeks and paused when he got to my asshole. Gently, but rhythmically, he began to work the fabric of my cotton thong into my ready asshole. I pushed up against his fingertip and relaxed my anus, letting him explore. "Mmmm. That. That feels nice," I crooned, as if my body language didn't offer enough encouragement. He reached down between his legs and wet one of his fingers and slid it past the thong into me right up to the second knuckle without encountering any resistance. "Looks like you're nice and ready...what happened to always needing to take it slow and use a plug?"
"I fucking lied," I panted, trying to maintain some composure, "please hurry and put your dick in me," I tried not to let my voice crack as I begged. He motioned me to follow him into the bedroom, where he pointed to the bed. "Sit," he barked, with an intensity that felt larger than the 135 lb frame it came out of. "Close your eyes," came next -- so I did.
"Open them when you're ready," he said a few moments later, and when I did I found myself inches away from the largest and most beautiful cock I've ever seen in my life. Prior to tonight, the largest cock I've had in my ass was about an inch longer and slightly wider than mine. This monster was easily ten inches and at it's base as thick as my wrists. The color was sky blue and my favorite shade of rose pink and had a realistic head and realistic veins, but it had these delightful little bumps running down a ridge from tip to base on the underside. "What...what do you think, Daddy?" he stuttered, shyly pulling his lip down and biting it ever so gently.
I reached up and grabbed him by the jaw and said, "You're such a good boy for me, I absolutely love it. It's so you," and I kissed him deeply, tongue flitting in and around his mouth. He leaned into my hand, hard and with some bodyweight, so I complied and lowered my hand a little so it was now around his throat. "Do you like that?" I asked. He nodded his head aggressively. "Maybe if you fuck Daddy real good tonight he'll choke you, yeah?" I asked. He nodded even more aggressively and swallowed. "I think that's fair, Daddy" he whispered.
I grabbed a small squirt of lube and handed Marcus the lube bottle and wondered if he'd be up for receptive sex tonight. He loves to talk about being bred, but he's really been doing a great job operating in this space. I got on all fours and slid my panties to the side and made sure my balls were retracted. I spit on my finger and slid it effortlessly into my ass. I worked the rest of the lube in and got two fingers inside as I was about to tell him I was ready to take the monster new toy, the first three inches of it were already inside me and both Marcus and I took a moment to realize what happened. I relaxed my stomach and my ass as much as I have ever before and backed all the way up to Marcus. I was about to rock forward and pick up momentum when I remembered those little bumps on the ridges lined up in one direction. The first one slid out of me easily. The second ridge I had to consciously relax into, and the third one took some active pushing. I was going to take every inch of this thing for Marcus, just like a good Daddy would.
"Right there, those first three inches, stay there," I told him.
"Yes, sir," he stammered. I could feel his confidence growing with each thrust, even though they were slow and even, he was getting more assertive using his cock. He'd told me before how affirming topping was for him and how with some of his other partners in the past they'd refer to it as "pegging" or getting "boy pussy". As much as I liked his lithe body, boyish features and how much he embodied the twink/fucktoy archetype, I also loved that he was leaning into his masculinity in a more traditional way.
"I think I'm ready for the full shaft," I told him once I felt comfortable with his neon monster cock inside me to the base of the toy. He complied, sliding 9 of the 10 inches out of me so quickly that I lost my breath and felt like the bed had dropped a foot. My gasp must have been audible because he leaned in to me and grabbed my ribcage with both of his hands and dug his nails in, and said, "Good. Now take it again, Daddy". I arched hard as he thrust harder as my ass swallowed every inch and every bump of Marcus's dick. "Again," he whispered, his voice cracking.
I reached to the nightstand and found the packer he wears during the day and began sucking it, partially for his visual pleasure, partially because I wanted to be full of as much cock as possible. It had been in his pants all day through class and smelled like him and his sweat and I tried to lick every taste of him off. I began bobbing my head on the silicone packer in rhythm with Marcus thrusting into my ass. Not even a few minutes in and I was close to climaxing. I wanted to buy some time -- once I hit 38 it took me several hours before I was ready to climax again and now at 44 I need pharmaceutical help to stay hard more than three or four times a week and with Marcus being barely 20, well the help is appreciated.
