Yes Daddy

PART III / CH. 03 - BECOMING HIS

How could I sleep when all of my thoughts, surrounded his muscular figure embracing me. The movements of his chest as he breathed, constantly moving against my face and the scent of his manliness was something I couldn't get enough of. I kept going over the passionate fuck we had as my body ached with soreness. I had lost all connection to the outside world and in the short amount of time since our eyes met, I was his.

Waking up, I didn't remember the feeling of him leaving but I awoke in the comfort of his sheets. I couldn't help but think if I had gone through all that had taken place between us. Did we really lock eyes on the train, for us to follow each other along and end up at his place where he would fuck me into his mattress and then against the shower wall. I could admit that after all of that I miss the feeling of his muscular stature as my mind awakened to being in his bed.

Where did he go?

Should I get my things and leave?

I wondered what move I should make. The sudden soberness from my actions had me considering all options. He was still a stranger, but we had gone passed that. Jason was his name, but he was manly and strong and muscular that I couldn't escape what he felt like outside of our name exchange.

I finally decided to get out of his bed, as a fumbled around, looking for my clothes. I didn't know where anything was and outside of my recollection of the sex, I wasn't really familiar with Jason's apartment.

Pacing back and forth, I glossed over the situation; I was naked, alone, he was a stranger but more than that. Where did he go? Should I have left the confines of his bedroom, without him around. I should have but did I want to?

He found me just as I decided to leave the room. His muscular stature towered over me in the doorway and my eyes trailed down from his face to his chest in my face, down to his abdominal muscles to his dick. His body distracted me from my original plan of gathering my things to get ready to leave. He held a mug which smelled of coffee, but his presence drew me back in.

A hand around my waist, him leaning down planting his lips on mine and the words 'morning,' being spoken in an inviting, masculine tone. Was this my life now? He moved the mug he carried, to my lips letting me taste his coffee and the feeling of wanting to taste him grew, wishing the sips of coffee was of him.

"I didn't want to wake you, glad you finally decided to get up,"

I would gladly let him wake me how ever he saw fit.

"Thanks. I was too... I guess, satisfied. Last night. Like your body, your muscles... that." My eyes trailed down to his dick. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it and him standing in front of me naked was leaving me excited for more. It was like a feeling of thirst needing to be quenched. My throat ached to be filled. My body longing for the feeling of him inside of me. "You could've woken me up with it. Putting that right in my face."

He seemed delighted by the words, intrigued that I had said the words, that I was even daring enough to say those words. His dick jumped as he smiled. He sat the mug down and his hands found themselves on my waist as he moved me back towards the bed.

"Get on your knees," he commanded.

I did what I was told without question. The second I was down on my knees he had pushed his crotch into my face. It was just as I wanted but he already knew that. I was inhaling him like my life depended on it. Letting his throbbing cock brush over my face, my lips, as I took in his manly scent.

"Suck it,"

My lips parted and welcomed him inside, where he belonged, where he been before. I was ready for it, but I wasn't ready for him to grab hold of my head to thrust inside my fully. The quick motion forced me to gag as he pulled back.

"Take it... just like you want it,"

He did it again, thrusting inside my open mouth forcefully, letting his dick hit the back of my throat before pulling out again. I didn't object to him handling me this way, I enjoyed it. It made me want it more.

He lightly slapped my face before he grabbed my cheeks. He began slapping his dick on my face as I moaned and panted for it.

Fuck.

This felt so good. It was only a moment before he was back sliding his dick inside of my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into my throat. I was becoming accustomed to it that even with his forceful thrust, I was no longer gagging but accepting what I wanted.

The view of his body and the expression on his face letting me know I was doing a good job. His voice sent chills through me as he assured me and continued to tell me to keep sucking him up. I moved to get in a more comfortable position. There was something about being cornered by his muscular frame, as he pushed his body into my face, as my head rested against the bed.

This was the start of the day that I wanted, to be his throat for him to fuck and he didn't let up on his thrusting. The noises I was making, echoed with remnants of our previous encounter. He continued telling me how good I was doing, how he wanted me to keep sucking his dick, how this was what I wanted.

He was right. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to taste him. I could already get a preview of him again as he continued to fuck my face. My mouth filled with saliva and his precum as he kept pushing into me. Any moment he would be releasing all of his juices, and I could feel it building.

"I'm almost there, baby. Keep sucking it."

His body leaned over my head as he held himself up on the bed and thrusted into my throat. His crotch pressing me against the bed as he slowed his strokes into me. I was awaiting his milk. I knew it was coming.

"I'm going to cum," I could hear, partially muffled under his body covering me. He thrusted once more and held himself in position and I started to feel his dick releasing right down my throat. His warm salty sweetness poured into me. I moaned as I swallowed him up. His body spasmed as he continued releasing into me.

Fuuucckkk. He moaned the words. Taking the words right out of my mouth. He tasted so good that my hands grabbed his ass, to hold him inside of me. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of him. My tongue moved around his dick, and I continued sucking. It was too much for him to handle but I held him inside of my mouth.

All for you Jason.

It was all I could think, as I waited for the last drop to come from his dick. He pushed himself off the bed and pulled himself out of my mouth. He stood over me, smiling down at my work.

"Fuck, how did I get so lucky," he spoke while looking down at me. It was interesting that those were his words -- the words I would have said.

I guess we were both lucky.

He helped me up before smacking my ass. "Noted. I think I'll get used to starting my day this way." He found the mug and handed it to me. "We should eat, we have to restore all that energy."

I didn't disagree. Anything he said I would have agreed but he was right. In theory I was full of his cum, but I couldn't go on all these hours just being fucked without actual food.

Breakfast had been served and we spent the morning talking. It was interesting having full conversations when originally the idea of this encounter seemed like a one-night thing. We were well passed that, as I didn't originally get my things and leave, and Jason seemed to enjoy having me around. I didn't expect getting to know him pass the rough fucking. I had expected we both had sexual tension we needed to release and, in that moment, we found each other but we had extended the encounter with sitting down and having a meal together.

"Maybe sometimes, we're just meant to cross paths with certain people." I couldn't believe how cheesy I sounded, but he didn't seem to mind. Instead, he just nodded, his fingers reaching to wipe food off my face.

Who was this man? How did he exist? How did I end up here?

Jason's gaze met mine, and there was an intensity in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine again. He had to stop looking at me this way. He had to stop giving me this expression that continued to state that obvious, that he would fuck the shit out of me. As he did. "Maybe," he said, and for a second, I didn't remember what we were discussing but he followed up, "Maybe that's exactly what this is." His expression carried his words. I could believe he meant that. I could believe anything.

"So, Daniel," he broke the silence that fell to me. "What are we going to do for the rest of the day?"

I searched for a response. Was this the end of our encounter? What could I say so we could keep this going? I let his words wash over me. Resisting from defaulting to the obvious answer. We could have sex all day. I wasn't sure what I wanted but I knew it wasn't for this moment to end.

"I don't want to overstay my welcome," I heard the words. It wasn't what I thought I would say. I tried to correct the thought. "Well, I'm free... I mean I'm down for whatever you want to do,"

"You're so cute, stumbling over your words." He stood and found himself behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It was such an intimate moment. I wasn't expecting from him but couldn't help but melt in his arms. I could feel how strong he was. "Let's get dressed then."

I did what he said and put on gym shorts he gave me as we both put on gym attire. We left his apartment and headed to the gym in the building. I wasn't ready for a workout, but I was intrigued by the idea of watching him workout.

In the gym, I took it light while distracted watching him lift weights and workout on different machines. He assisted me when we swapped and my need for him got the best of me. His muscular stature towering over me as I laid on one of the machines was turning me on. His crotch inches away from my face as he intentionally stood over me, sweat drenching his chest as I stared at the view of his body above me.

His shirt came off and he wiped away sweat with it. I could no longer look away from his chest. How did he expect me to focus on a workout while he looked like that. Also, how did he expect me to lift as much weight when it was clear he was much stronger than me. He continued to assist before I counted the last rep and returned the weight to its neutral position.

I was covered in sweat when I got off the machine. We took a break, drinking water but Jason's eyes met mine. I could feel him oozing testosterone. His stamina heightened and his desire for me heightened. He could easily bend me over and fuck me at any moment. I maintained eye contact with him.

"What?" I acted as if I didn't know what his eyes said. I couldn't help but smile.

He didn't answer, instead he was pushing his body against mine. "I want you so bad,"

"You have me," I was grinding against him so my ass could tease his dick. I bit my lips as his hands moved all over my body, taking me like I was his. He reached up my shirt and wrapped his arms around me as he began thrusting into me. The way he was ready after the previous sessions. It hadn't even been that long since.

I felt my shorts come down as he pulled his down. His dick sprang up and began poking into me, readying to enter me. I was open, continuing to get used to him inside me. He was able to return slightly with ease.

"Yes, fuck me,"

He didn't need me to say. He was already pushing inside of me, pulling me down into him. He felt too good not to want him deeper. How were we this insatiable?

"Fuck, you're so tight Daniel."

I could cum immediately by the way he said my name.

"Open me up, daddy," He was already trying, well on his way. My desire for him, had me opening up for him to slide inside. I needed it. He pulled on my shirt, forcing me to bounce on his dick and I did as he commanded letting him hit the insides of my hole.

"Fuck, you love this dick,"

"I do,"

I was bouncing up and down, as hard as I could and as hard as he pulled me into him. If he could get me pregnant, this pounding would do it. The feeling was too good, as if he could split me into, or until we would merge into one being.

It didn't matter that we were fucking in the middle of the gym. We dared for anyone to catch us. It was the furthest thing from both of our minds as we ravished each other. I moaned, loudly as he pounded me. I never had it this good.

"Fuck, babe. We're going to have to finish this back in my place so I could really give you this dick."

Had he not been giving me his all this entire time?

I followed his lead as he slipped out of me and helped adjust the clothes on me. He did the same but didn't bother putting his shirt back on. I caught my reflection on the reflective surfaces in the elevator as we rode it back to his floor. I didn't care that the shirt was disheveled from him pulling it so hard. I looked over to him once he pressed the floor and I couldn't keep my hands off him. We were making out the whole way only separating when the doors opened, and I followed him to his apartment door.

Inside a familiar place -- I had seen once before. I hadn't paid much attention to detail and that wouldn't change in this moment. Jason was already controlling my body, pulling my face into his chest and wiping the sweat off his underarms and chest with my face.

Yes, use me.

"Love how you aim to please me,"

"Mmhmm." I'd do anything for him.

We didn't even make it inside the living room area or his bedroom as he moved my face all over his body. He was so needy for me worshiping his body. -- well, I was needy to worship him.

When he turned away but kept my face against his body, I knew what was coming as my face slid across his back, still in his grasp. I could feel him moving me as he arched his back. My face sliding right down his ass.

"Eat daddy's ass."