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Owned by DadI’ve always been on the slim side of athletic, so much so that they always regarded me as a twink. Now that I’m 24 though, and actually got some hair on my chest and balls, I went out searching for someone who wasn’t really on the twink scene. That’s when my cousin introduced me to his friends uncle, Stanley. I didn’t have much luck with the older guys until Alan called me and told me that I had to come over. He was hosting a grill out in his backyard with a bunch of guys, so I decided hey, why not? When I arrived, pack of beer in hand, he ushered me out back. “Dave, I want you to meet Stanley, the guy I told you about,” Alan said, clapping my shoulder and leading me over. When I say this guy was impressive, I’m not lying. Stan was tall, had bit of a belly but that was okay, it wasn’t too much. He had obvious muscle and even more obvious hair. “Nice to meet you, Dave. Heard a lot about you from Al here,” he said, shaking my hand with a paw of one. His grasp was warm and strong, and had a firm handshake. He was holding a Coors Light in the other one, and he separated himself from the group of guys he was standing with to focus more soley on me. “You’re not as young as they all made you out to be,” he said, winking at me. I couldn’t help but stammer, thinking that this was shot, he was thinking of me as a twink, but he laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Relax. You’re looking great,” he reassured me, grinning at me. God, I wanted to kiss those lips already. He had a salt and pepper goatee around his lips and chin, and I wanted to reach up and stroke it. Noticing that no one else was looking quite so moon-eyed, I coughed and tore my eyes away. “Burgers are up!” Alan called a short time later, after I was acquainting myself (In conversation) with Stanley, sitting on the steps by the fire pit. We covered the basics, like jobs and family and shit like that, so we were feeling pretty chummy. The distance between our knees had closed considerably. We were quiet as we ravenously ate, and it felt a little awkward staying there when I knew I wanted to jump into his lap and ride türbanlı gümüşhane escort him. Stanley got the hint and stood up, winking at me. “Al, thanks for the burgers. I have to work tomorrow so I’m going to hit the road. I’m going to give Dave a ride, he’s had one too many,” he said, miming the gesture for tipping a bottle back. Alan knew to look past that and grinned at me, raising his eyebrows like ‘See? I was right. You owe me one.’ I blushed like a teenager then and hurried after him, knowing my car would be safe on the curb. Stanley led me to a current model Civic, getting in while I followed. “Good, glad you didn’t say anything about being fine. Almost blew my cover,” he laughed, resting a meaty hand on my bare knee after he was on the road. I laughed nervously, looking over and seeing an already starting bulge in his jeans. He looked down and then over at me, winking at me again, taking his hand off my knee and raising the partition between us back. I quickly took the opportunity, leaning forward and nuzzling my face into his crotch. He smelled so unique, like cologne and his own sweat, even down there. I could even smell the sweet tang of fabric softener of the denim. I rubbed my nose deep into him, feeling him get harder against the tip of my nose while he drove. “Fuck man, keep doing it. We’re almost there,” he growled, stroking my short hair with one hand. Another left hand turn and then a right turn and he slowed to a park, pushing my head up again. I was dazed as I looked around, but I quickly came to my senses and followed him in. Stan lived as a bachelor (obviously) and had an older victorian house in the middle of town. I followed him in and didn’t pay much attention to the architecture but only noticed that the house was pretty vintage. All I could feel was my own raging cock and the sight of his. “Well, this is it,” Stan said, raising his hand and gesturing around. “I got everything upstairs but feel free to grab something to drink,” he offered, but I shook my head and followed him upstairs. He had a wide king türbanlı gümüşhane escort bayan bed up in his bedroom but plenty of room on the floor, and Stan was standing in the middle of the room. “Let’s not waste any time,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, and I dropped to my knees on cue. He undid his belt and fly, and his cock sprang out into my face, hitting me solidly in the nose. I gasped and grinned, leaning forward and taking his swollen sac into my mouth first, but he stopped me before I could suck on his ball too much. “Nuh uh. You’re going to call me Daddy in here and suck my dick first,” he demanded, and after a few seconds of shock, I quickly complied. His cock was a solid nine inches or so, with a thick bulbous head. I wrapped my lips around his tip first and lapped at the trickling ooze of pre-cum that was dribbling out, letting it fill my mouth before audibly swallowing. “There we go, boy,” he purred, and without much more ado, he grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth down onto his ready cock. I gasped, breathing in deep, before nestling my nose deep into his salt and pepper matte of hair and letting my throat relax. “Damn boy, that was quick,” he muttered, holding my head still while he pumped in and out of my mouth hole. I was rubbing myself through my shorts by this time, wanting to rub my asshole instead, and while he thrusted he talked low and intensely. “I’m going to fuck your face boy, let me own it… yeah… fuck! Swallow my cock… you’re going to call me Daddy when I pull out and tell me how much you’ve loved slobbering all over my tasty dick!” He pulled out and I gasped up at him, panting. “I love your delicious cock, Daddy!” I whispered, and he barked out laughter. “I’m no Gentle Ben like I was at that barbecue, now was I?” he said, pulling me up and pushing me onto the bed, pulling my ass up and taking my shorts and briefs off. He spread my willing cheeks and took in my hole, and I heard him chuckle. “You haven’t had a cock like mine, have you,” he stated, spitting into my crack. I felt the türbanlı escort gümüşhane hot saliva trickling down my hair and skin, and onto my own balls. He thrust his face into my crack, lapping at my rosebud hole, spreading it with an experienced tongue. I was moaning like a little twink, I couldn’t help it. “Yes, Daddy!” I gasped when I felt him circling my hole and diving in deep. “I want to feel your cock there, filling me deep!” I groaned, and I heard him laugh. “Careful what you wished for, boy,” he said, pulling my ass down and spitting onto his cock, rubbing it before pushing the thick head against my hole. I gasped, not realizing it was quite that thick, and I tried to ready myself, but he was too fast. Stan pushed hard into me, eliciting a yelp and a cry from me, and he chuckled as he grasped my hips. “Hold on, Davey boy,” he growled, thrusting in deep.I held on, that was for sure. I clenched the sheets and held my ass up, and gave out a little cry when he pulled out to flip me over. His belly slapped against my balls as he thrust in again, and I moaned now that i was more loose. “Moan for me,” he said, his voice deep and husky. He had powerful hips and thighs, and was lubing in and out of me like a train piston. They got steadily more and more aggressive, and he was pretty much bouncing in and out of me as my hole seemed pretty loose, but I knew it was tight around him from the way he was exclaiming. “Oh fuck yes, boy! Fuck! You’re so fucking tight, god I’m going to cum soon!” he kept exclaiming, but he had great stamina. But near the end, my teeth were shuddering so hard together from the force of his thrusts, and he suddenly pulled out, rubbing himself vigorously over me. I was rubbing myself too, taking my mind off how I suddenly felt so empty, when his cock erupted over me. It spurted as far as my chin and then over my chest and belly, collecting in white pearly pools until he was finally done. He was gasping and covered in a fine layer of sweat, but it seemed he had one last way to own me. He stuck his finger in one of the collected pools on the ridge of my chest and raised to my mouth, forcing it past my lips. I say forced lightly, because I gladly sucked his finger and the following feedings of cum off my chest. He was sweet and musky at the same time, like well aged wine, and he chuckled as he fed me. “I’m going to have to invite you over again,” he stated, after one last finger. I could only nod and grin as I swallowed down the last mouthful.

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