This is a true story:
I was at my day job when I received the call. It was my night job calling.
"I just want to let you know that Hank took his life last night You don't have to come in if you don't want to." said my boss.
"Oh... okay. Thanks." I replied, "I should be in still... maybe just late."
I didn't know the guy. Not at all. He'd been working the night crew for a month but never said more than ten words to anyone, regardless of how hard we tried. He was in some sort of legal problems that we later found out might have been the cause.
I was in a situation at this point, though, that had me working an internship 10 hours a day, 4 days a week at one company and immediately going to my next job, where I worked 60 hours over 7 days a week. It was too much and I needed a break and as much as I hated using Hank's death as an excuse to get some time to myself... I decided I needed to.
I had been with two guys (not counting some experimenting with my cousin when I was young) and around a dozen girls. I was again struggling to connect with girls in Los Angeles, due to my work schedule and living situation (with a roommate in a one-bedroom) and I was too god damn horny to have the patience to play any games.
I explained the situation to my day-boss and said that I couldn't keep my head straight to focus on work. He understood and said to let him know if I needed anything. I rushed home and arrived to realize I had nothing to do. Shit. I was bored and thought maybe I'd start jerking off.
I opened up Craigslist though and started looking around at various posts. I decided to put up some posts of my own. This was before we were limited to five per day. I put up various sexy, flirty ads for girls and one ad saying I was looking to suck a guy's dick... I said that he needed to be older than me but didn't specify much else.
Soon, of course, my inbox was filled with emails. ...And, OF COURSE, it was all men. No girl ever replies to an ad ever. Even ads looking for dates.
Various guys replied and sent me pics of their faces and dicks. I'm a strange sort of bi, apparently. Faces don't do anything for me. I mean, I have a rough understanding of what's considered ugly and what's considered attractive when it comes to men... but my tastes don't match up... and I've never seen a guys face and thought "fuck, he's hot!" while a girl's raised eyebrow can give me a boner. No. With men, it's just the dicks and their attitudes. When I see a cock, the hot ones get me hard thinking about how much they deserve a blowjob.
Well, I kept communication up with three or four guys for maybe an hour as I was trying to make my decision. Three of them were in their thirties and one was 58. The three younger guys all sent pics and were really nice, but the 58 year old wouldn't send one and said only that "Daddy has a porn room with five TV's all showing different pornos." I was intrigued by his behavior and by this room and he told me he had one bi porn he'd put on for me but the rest were gay porn for him. I didn't know... I was so close to making it happen with one of the other guys, then, suddenly, I wrote to him that I'd be right over.
He lived fairly close, just two miles away. He was on the top floor of a 12 story apartment building. I found the address and parked a few blocks away (closest spot where I could guarantee I wouldn't be towed) and I walked over. I reached the building and dialed in the number. He buzzed me in. I got inside the building and a man followed me in. He was black, maybe 50... I waited for the elevator, I could see him looking me over in the reflection of the gold elevator doors. The elevator dinged and they opened. I stepped in and he followed. "10 please" he said. I rode up in the elevator and started getting hard as this man stood just behind me, staring at me in the elevator mirror. He had gloves on his hands and a heavy wool coat. He was so gay. He smiled at me as we reached his floor. He stepped out. "You have a good night" he said. "You too". I said as the door closed. It took everything I had to stay on course and not follow him out after such tension.
I reached the 12th floor and the doors opened. I followed the signs toward the apartment. Two guys were chatting in the hall, blocking the hallway. They looked up at me and then to my destination and started laughing as they realized where I was going. This guy must have some reputation. I stepped between them and continued on. At this point, I found myself quite surprised as normally, I'd turn and get the fuck out of there. I must have really wanted this... or I felt empowered by all these gay eyes on me.
I reached his door and knocked. He opened up. I have never seen a place that was such a mess. Especially in such a classy building. He showed me back to the porn room, which was entirely clean. He had me step inside and get comfortable, while he went to get me a soda. "Please don't open it" I said, so self-centered that I always think someone is plotting to rape me.
The porn room was awesome. It was a large study, really. A futon sat against the wall with a small computer desk by the window. Across from the futon was a wall of bookshelves filled with books and five TV's scattered on different shelves at different heights all showing guys in various stages of fucking and sucking... and one terrible 80's porno of a woman sucking a guy who was sucking a guy.
He came back with my soda and I finally got to really see him. He was a short, fat little man... not super fat, just stalky. I think he was 5'6 and maybe 230lbs. I don't know if I'm making this sound unappealing, but I thought he was hot. His attitude specifically. He was in shorts and a wife beater. White chest hair spilling out of the top. Balding up top... glasses.
He brought me the soda and said "here you go, son" and he looked at me a moment. Then he said "oh, you're a cute boy, aren't you. Daddy's getting turned on." He grabbed my crotch and kissed me. Oh my god. What a forward, cocky little fat man. I was getting so hard.
He asked what I thought of the room. I told him it was great. he started unbuttoning my shirt as we talked. "Drink your soda, boy. You need your fluids." He undid my belt and pulled it off me and then said I need to get my shoes off. I sat down and took them off as he talked a little bit. I told him the boys down the hall seemed happy for him. He told me that he was the manager of the building and they love knowing his dirty secrets... and he loves telling them to them.
I got my shoes off and he said "okay now the rest. I want to see my boy naked. Completely naked, okay?"
"Okay daddy," I said. I didn't even realize I'd said it at first. When I did, my cock got even harder. His started growing too.
I got my pants and briefs off... even my socks. I stood in front of him as he stared at me, naked. I slid my hands down my side, past my hips, over my thighs and let them hang by my side. My dick stood straight out.
"Come here," he said.
I walked closer.
He reached out and grabbed my hard-on and used it as a handle, pulling me over to sit on the futon next to him. I sit there, looking at him.
"What did you call me?" He asked.
"I called you Daddy, Dad." My cock, still in his hand, pulsed. He felt it and smiled.
"I like my son knowing who his daddy is," he said and he leaned over and started making out with me. Here I was, a naked boy on a futon sofa, next to a fat old man in a wife beater and shorts. He reached up and played with my chest. He started pinching my nipples. He pinched them hard. Harder than I could take. I backed myself away from him, but didn't let the mood suffer.
"Daddy is so glad his boy decided to stop by". He looked up at his screens "which of these boys do you like?" I didn't like any of them, really... but didn't want to make him feel weird reminding him that I wasn't gay.
I looked up at him. "I don't like boys, dad. I like men."
"That's a good boy," he said with a smile, "Come here and get daddy's shorts off."
I got down in front of him and I reached up to his waist. I wanted to run my hands over his bulge first, but I had an instinct not to... that he knew what he wanted... I was there to please after all.
I tucked my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and, as he lifted his ass up a little, I pulled his shorts down over his thighs, past his knees and took them off of his feet. I looked up to get a glimpse of what I was there for. His dick was beautiful. It was small, 5 inches at most. It was thick, though. Really, it was just a perfect size. It was smaller than mine but bigger than what i would have expected for his body size and shape.
I stroked crept my hand up to it, eager to feel the flesh against my palm. I was possessed. Never was I this eager to have a dick in front of me. I put my hand across the shaft and closed my fingers around it. I got to my feet for a second so that I could kiss him as I did it. Again, I couldn't believe it. I hated kissing men and here I was, going for a record.
He reached down and pulled aside the sleeve-hole (if you can call it that) so that his nipple was poking out from the wife beater. He didn't even have to say it. I traced down his neck with kisses and down his chest and over to his nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and swirled it around.
