One More Load for Daddy
Editor's Note*: This is my first attempt at a longer series, so I would appreciate any feedback along the way. I prefer my smut somewhat fantastical, so not everything is going to be realistic. Hope you enjoy!
Marcus had a big problem.
First of all, he was 26 years old and single. The only intimacy he had on a regular basis were the occasional flings a couple times a week. The more troubling issue was that he couldn't focus on anything. His retail job at Target sucked, somehow he was getting worse at tennis, and he'd been so checked out he was missing bus stops, forcing him to be late to work on multiple occasions.
Now, Marcus was biting on his pen as he contemplated cheating on his license exam. Nervously, he'd pulled up all the info he could find on his phone during the bus ride over. In just a few seconds, he could have it out, have a quick scroll, and all his worries would be gone.
Marcus looked up at the instructor pacing back and forth. No one in history had ever looked so bored. They were more like a warden. Definitely not his type, the guy was 5'6" with a long neck and argyle socks.
Gulping, Marcus looked back down at his exam. "C'mon," he muttered to himself. He was 26 and still hadn't learned to drive. After his mom had moved his whole family away from the West Coast, his dad was too far away to teach him. To save money, Marcus had decided to take buses, ride his bike, use ride shares...
"Time's up."
The instructor put a wrinkly hand down on his exam sheet. Defeated, Marcus sat back in his chair and pursed his lips. What an ugly feeling.
Disgusted with himself, he didn't even stick around to hear the man tell him how badly he'd fucked up. Marcus snatched up his bag and stormed out.
Out on the street, Marcus toyed with the keys in his pocket with one hand and scrolled on his phone with the other. With $50 bucks down the drain from failing the exam, the whole day didn't have to be a bust. He decided to pop onto Sniffies and find someone to distract him.
Marcus was a top. He was 6 feet tall and built up some muscle from playing rugby in high school, then switched to tennis shortly after. He had short, black hair, a soft jawline, and brown eyes. Though he'd never brag about it himself, he'd been given plenty enough compliments along the way to know he wouldn't have problems finding company for a while.
Marcus would've never been in this part of town if he didn't need to be. It was miles away from his apartment and the bus that took him here ran every 45 minutes. The silver lining was that it presented a whole new pool of guys to flirt with.
He couldn't afford to be that picky today. After switching his profile pic to a massive closeup of his 10-inch cock, Marcus went trolling.
Not even 30 seconds into his hunt and he was already getting new messages. The first 2 were bogus bots, and the next 3 were all either group play invites or weirdos looking to 'party'. Marcus resolved to accept the first decent offer he got from someone willing to travel.
Jeff popped up about a minute later. Bald, white, middle-aged and fat-lipped, this guy looked like a textbook pleaser. He was even bragging about his blowjob skills on his bio.
"Hot pic! Want some head? Daddy can travel, got poppers too, just sit back and relax ;P"
Marcus sighed. This guy was a little too forward, but he could keep things short. After confirming a pickup spot and exchanging a few more pics, Jeff had him hooked.
The car pulled up to the curb and Marcus slipped inside, tucking his bag between his legs.
Jeff eyed him as he put his seatbelt on. "Mmm, hey there, hot stuff. Fuck, you're a stud! Wanna get outta here?"
Marcus was put off by the smirking and the chubby fingers that were already reaching over and rubbing all over his chest. It was a warm day, so he was wearing a tank top. Jeff helped himself by pushing his hand inside one of his sleeves to feel up his abs.
"Yeah, let's just find somewhere to park." Marcus was getting a little tired and wanted this over with as quick as possible. Jeff was practically salivating. "I know a place up under the bridge, it's close by. Fuck, baby, you got such a good body. What you been eatin'?"
Marcus raised an eyebrow, letting Jeff know his act wasn't working on him. Jeff was not the kinda guy Marcus usually made friends with. While it did look like he worked out, he was bulky with his round belly and heavy arms. It was tough to see everything in the car, but Marcus could already tell he was completely hairless from head to toe.
"Oh fuck, are you not wearing anything underneath this? Daaaamn, you tryna drive an old man crazy?"
Marcus looked down and realized he was hard and popping up a tent in his thin basketball shorts.
"Hey. Yeah, I guess I'm just really pent up."
Jeff boldly reached out and grabbed Marcus's bulge, making him jump in his seat. As startled as he initially was, Marcus couldn't help but enjoy the attention a little bit.
"Fuuuuck, baby...let's go. Daddy's gonna take good care of you." Jeff raised both his eyebrows and then winked at him. Marcus looked at him befuddled and almost laughed. Who talks like this?
Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind. After this quick hookup, he never had to see him again. They drove off, heading for the dark spot Jeff had mentioned.
Along the way, the man was still groping and fondling Marcus over his shorts, but he was obviously dying to get his hands on his meat. He slipped his hand across Marcus's thigh and up his shorts leg to grab hold of his shaft.
"Good Lord!" Jeff was very excited by what he felt. "What you got down there, a garden hose? Fuck, man, I thought it looked big in that pic. Is this really 10 inches?"
Marcus couldn't help but chuckle and replied, "Yeah."
"Fuuuck. Thick, meaty cock is Daddy's favorite. You sure you don't wanna go back to my place? I got a big, fat ass, you'd love it. Big dick like this needs a big ol' butt!" Jeff was gently tugging his dick as he spoke, squeezing out a pearl of precum onto Marcus' thigh.
"Nah, man, just focus on the road. I'm busy tonight," he lied. Jeff just shrugged and pulled his hand out from his shorts. The perv sniffed his hand, then licked the precum he'd collected off his thumb and forefinger with an exaggerated 'POP'.
"Mm, delicious." That showy grin made Marcus shake his head in disbelief. He better be damn good with his mouth for this to be worth it. Finally, Jeff pulled over under a bridge and wasted no time turning the lights off and unbuckling both their seatbelts.
"You just sit back and close your eyes. Like I told you, Daddy's gonna make you feel good."
As Jeff pawed at his shorts and squeezed hard on his bulge, keeping his hands over the pants for now, Marcus sighed and started to recline his seat back as far as it would go.
As strange as this guy was, he had to admit, he felt oddly taken care of. Guys like this fuck around so much they usually have enough experience and self-confidence to be great in the sack. Something about how possessive he was acting made Marcus embarrassingly hard.
When Jeff put his seat back and climbed up on all fours, Marcus looked over him curiously. The old chub wasn't kidding, his ass looked as plump and round as he'd promised. Jeff fished around in his basketball shorts, grabbing his dick and weighing it in his palm, gently tugging on it.
Marcus was aching hard now, knowing what was coming next. Too eager to get his prize, Jeff slipped his meat out through the leg of his shorts instead of pulling the shorts down off his legs.
"Aw, fuck yeah." Jeff clearly wasn't one for foreplay. His mouth opened wide and he gulped down as much of Marcus's cock as he could get down his throat in one go.
Marcus laid back and groaned, his hips bucking up in response. Jeff had a smooth touch and kept his teeth out of the way. His lips worked their magic, sliding up and down his flesh. Spit coated his shaft and ran down his cock in rivulets, soaking into his shorts, but Marcus didn't care one bit.
Jeff lived up to his word, working diligently to make Marcus feel good. He went slow, expanding his throat and periodically swallowing to massage his length.
At one point, they caught each other's eye and Jeff flashed him another wide smile that made Marcus blush. The sound of his hungry, sloppy throating kept reminding Marcus how slutty the older man was.
With one hand, Jeff gripped that cock by the base, keeping his hard dick pointed up while he gagged on him. 5, 6, then 7 inches down, the man bobbed on his cock, head diving down faster and faster. Marcus loved it.
Jeff seemed to have no trouble gulping down the precum shooting up into his mouth as he went. Saliva ran down the length of his massive dick in rivulets, pooling into the fabric of his shorts. Pulling off for a second, the fat-bottomed cock sucker had a long string of spit dangling off his chin.
"Aw fuuuck," he said, cupping under his balls and rapidly cranking on his meat with that chubby hand. "Daddy loves a big, thick cock. Fuckin monster cock down Daddy's throat. Gonna give Daddy a big load, huh?"
As embarrassing as it was to admit, it was working for Marcus. Something about the instantly comfortable nature of the dirty talk was revving him up. He was already feeling the cum rising up as his cradled nuts lurched in Jeff's attentive hand. Eyes shut and his hands behind his head, Marcus couldn't say it out loud, but he was turned on like nobody's business.
Jeff took a second to pull a small bottle out of his pocket and unscrew the cap. Like a seasoned pro, he huffed the fumes into each nostril carefully before offering some to Marcus. Respectfully he declined, so Jeff put the cap back on and tucked the bottle back into his pocket before diving back into his crotch.
On he went, Jeff stuffing his face with that dick sliding along his smooth tongue until he got 9 inches of meat lodged in his drooling mouth. With exaggerated slurping, he sucked away, keeping one hand stroking his cock up and down and rotating back and forth. The dirty slut seemed determined to keep up a steady, constant stimulation, seamlessly stringing one sensational feeling into the next.
Marcus grit his teeth and his feet kicked into the car's floor mat. He was finding it hard to control himself, he felt like he'd explode any minute. Jeff was working him into a frenzy.
He sucked cock like a seasoned pro. He knew exactly how to push his buttons. Every time Marcus squirmed it made Jeff smile, knowing he was taking control from a position usually assumed by someone more submissive.
Jeff could tell his sloppiness and total service were making Marcus' nutsack thrum the hardest, so he pulled off him again. "FUCK, BABY!" Jeff was way too loud, and he knew it. "Felt that in my fuckin' skull!" Now, with two hands, he stroked all that dick up and down, easily sliding across its length as wet as it was. "Tell Daddy when you're close," he said.
"I'm close," Marcus replied.
"Tell Daddy when you're about to cum."
"I'm about to cum!"
