My Mom's Boyfriend

My moms ex-boyfriend caught me once. This was near the end of their relationship when she stopped fucking him and he drank a lot. He had been drinking that day while everyone was at work and came in to tell me dinner was here and caught me on all fours with my 8 inch dildo up my ass. He stood there for a couple minutes in baffled silence and I just moved it in and out a couple more times as he stared at me before he finally closed the door telling me to come eat.

I was a bit disappointed because I was insanely attracted to him. So I stopped and got dressed and joined him for pizza. He had a couple more drinks but he didn’t really talk to me much as we sat on the couch next to one another, eating our food. I could see the remnants of a bulge in his lap. Me being freshly 18 and always horny, knew I had to try something. So I said I was gonna go back to my room.

I did, and left the door cracked a bit, stripped back down but left my jockstrap on, got on all fours again, this time with my ass pointed directly at my door. I lubed up my hole and started using my dildo again. I’d moan occasionally, and when I saw a shadow at my door, I moaned my moms bf’s name, loud enough that I knew he heard me. It was like that for a few minutes, I could see his shadow in the slit of my door, watching my slide my dildo in and out of my young hole.

I moaned his name a few more times as I fucked myself. I pulled the dildo almost all the way out and pushed it in as hard and fast as I could, causing me to moan his name the loudest I dared. The door finally pushed in and he came in, upset and almost yelling, “What are you doing?!”

I was young and got a bit scared and just said “I don’t know, it just felt good.”

He asked me, “Why did you say my name?”

I was red in the face and terrified. My body was on fire, he was upset, I was still on all fours with the dildo buried inside me after that final push, too scared to move, but I said that I knew it wasn’t exactly right, but I thought of him a lot when I did this, ever since the first time I caught him coming out of the shower.

“I’m with your mother though, it’s not right to think that way.” He said. “Take that thing out and talk to me.”

I slid the dildo out of me and turned to sit up. My eyes looked at his, but I made a point to look lower on his body so he would see me do so. I could see his cock was hard in his pants though. So I asked him why not? It’s not like she would ever know.

“Because it’s just wrong.” He said back to me.

Mind you I’m still in my jockstrap, my used dildo is laying next to me on the bed, and he’s drunk and hard in front of me, fully clothed. A bit of my fear started to strip away and I finally asked him, “Maybe, but when was the last time you felt desired?”

He tried deflecting me, saying that wasn’t the point he was making. So I redirected a bit because I was still scared, but also strangely brave and asked, “I’m a bit nervous about this, can I please have one of your beers, and maybe we can talk?”

He was silent for a few, the bulge in his pants went down a bit. “I’ll give you a beer or two just because I hate drinking alone. But I don’t want to talk about this.”

He turned and left my room, I was going to get up and follow him but he said he’d be right back. So I decided to try something. I laid on my stomach, still in my jockstrap, so my ass was facing up and I repositioned the used dildo along my side near my hips and ass. My horny brain thought of keeping the two images connected in his head.

He came back with two new beers and a Jack and Coke for him. He stopped when he looked at me for a second when he came back in, didn’t say anything, and walked around my bed and sat next to where I was laying down. He handed me a freshly open beer and took a drink of his Jack and Coke.

He sat there next to me, with me on my stomach, for a few minutes in extremely awkward silence while we each sipped our drinks until he finally spoke up. “Why would you do that while saying my name? You’re still a kid.”

Me being the fresh “adult” that I was, shot back that I was an adult now.

“You know what I mean. And plus I’m in my mid 40’s, way too big of an age gap and I don’t like men. I love your mother.” He said.

I drank quickly and downed my beer, I could feel it working a little magic already and I got a little extra courage.

I remember most of this like it was yesterday and I remember saying “I know you do. But I can’t help what I fantasize about or who, and I know you and my mom haven’t done anything for months. That isn’t fair to you.”

I readjusted my position a bit on the bed and caught his side glance at my ass. “But don’t you see how sick it is? To lust after someone who’s with your mother?”

“Maybe.” I remember saying. “But I can’t help how I feel.” I paused for a second. “Can I have that second beer?”

He takes a swig of his big glass and hands me the beer after he opens it for me. He hasn't said anything yet.

I take a big drink, which as anyone who’s tried drinking while laying on their stomach knows, it’s not the most comfortable position. But I’m feeling a bit braver and still have a horny brain.

“I mean, it didn’t really start until the first time I saw you getting out of the shower. You just had such a nice body. And I couldn’t believe my eyes at how big you looked soft. It was a huge turn on for me.” I said. I knowingly lifted up my hips a bit, lifting my ass. I reached back to scratch one of my cheeks, and dragged a couple fingers across my hole as I brought my arm back up, letting a small, higher pitched moan escape my lips.

He blushed a little at that and said, “Well, thanks I guess.”

I moved a bit to sit up and sat on my knees next to him. I made a motion, which he watched, of me reaching back and moving my dildo over to sit it behind us.

“I don’t know what I expected. I didn’t even know you heard me. I’ve just always sort of fantasized about you that way after that. Stories online didn’t help.” I said.

He was quiet for a few, took another drink and asked, “What kind of stories?”

I blushed and drank my beer. “You know? Like dad and son or step dad and son stories. I always liked those.”

“Really?” He asked. “But don’t you see how those are wrong?”

“Yeah, but that’s the best part I guess.” I said. “How wrong they are.”

We were quiet for a bit and drank. But I scooted a bit closer to him so my bare thigh and shoulder were touching him. He didn’t say anything about that, just took another drink.

“How big is that thing?” He asked suddenly.

I was a bit caught off guard, but the beer and a half in my inexperienced self got brave. “About 8 inches. I had heard mom mention on the phone one time to one of her girlfriends when you first started dating that that was about as big as you were, so I got one the same size. I wanted to get as close as I could to imagining it was you fucking me, and not a piece of rubber.”

“See? Just not right.” Was all he said and had another swig from his big cup. His other hand reached over to adjust his crotch.

I noticed the bulge returned to his pants a bit so I decided to down my second beer and toss the can into the trash can in my room.

“Can I have a drink of yours?” I asked as I reached for his cup intentionally, making sure our fingers touched. He flinched a bit, but he let me take his cup and have a drink of liquor. I made sure our fingers touched again when I handed it back to him and let mine linger, my index finger stroking his lightly before I let go completely.

I sort of let my hand fall slowly and grazed the top and outside of his thigh before coming back into my lap. He didn’t flinch.

“Why me though?” He finally asked, his drink almost empty. “Actually, wait here. I need a refill.”

He got up and left my room. So I had another thought after he left. Since I was sitting on my knees on my bed, I lifted myself up, reached for the lube, lubed up my dildo and slipped it back inside me. I sat back down onto it back into the same sitting position I was in before, just this time with the dildo buried inside me.

I rocked my hips back and forth a few times, enjoying the sensation of being filled up before my moms boyfriend came back and I stopped. He had two glasses of Jack and Coke, and he had changed out of his jeans and into his flannel sleep pants.

“Here. Don’t tell your mother about this.” He said and handed me a glass. I saw his eyes looking at the bed. I couldn’t be sure if he noticed the dildo was missing or not, but he came and sat back down next to me on the bed, shoulders touching. If he had any idea the dildo was inside me, he didn’t say anything. He took a long drink and after, he again asked me, “Why me?”

I took a drink from what I assumed was my bribe, and said, “Well, you’re hot first of all. You have a great body. But you’re also sweet and nice, caring.”

“Well thanks.” He said and took a drink.

I was already feeling more warmth in my body, and braver. I shifted my hips up and back down, sliding the hidden dildo in and out of me a bit causing a small moan to escape my lips. He tensed next to me, but didn’t say anything.

“I just also think you deserve to be treated better.” I finally said.

“What do you mean?” He asked me and took another swig, obviously wanting to keep his buzz for this convo.

“Well, I know how my mom is, and I know you aren’t stupid. You know she’s not happy, and I’m pretty sure you see a breakup coming, which is why you drink more.” I said.

He got quiet and didn’t say anything. So I continued, “I figure we’re past awkward here, so…” I paused briefly and said fuck it in my head. “When was the last time you had sex?”

He didn’t tense up this time, he just sighed and took another drink, which I also followed suit. “Fuck it. About 8 months ago. And even then, it was like I had to beg for it.” He said.

I nodded and made sure to lift my hips a bit and slide the dildo inside me just enough to cause a small moan to come out after he said that. I could see the beginning of a tent in his flannel pants.

“So you’re treated like crap, you’re not getting laid. No wonder you’ve been unhappy and drinking.” I said and took a drink. “I mean I’m a bit embarrassed that you caught me playing with myself, but I dunno, also kinda glad because I think you deserve to know you have someone who wants you, even if it is wrong. That you are desirable.”

He just sighs and takes a drink again. I move my hips a bit and slide the dildo in me, making sure my moan is a bit louder, still higher pitched to emulate a woman’s. He didn’t say anything but I could see him straining his pants.

I turned and set my drink on my nightstand, careful, so nothing slipped out, moved over behind him. I put my hands on his shoulders.

He flinched and tried to turn, “What are you doing?”

“Relax!” I tell him and apply pressure to the muscles in his shoulders.

He’s still tense, but he doesn’t say anything. Now, he was about 46 at this time, about 5’10, dark gray hair cut short on top, full blooded Italian, but pale cause he usually worked nights. Gorgeous brown eyes. He had a soft body. Almost a “dad” bod type of appearance but he went running so he was slim, just soft. Although he had a little hair on his arms, his chest was bare of any hair anywhere, I think it was natural.

I started working his shoulders a bit and slowly but surely, he started to relax a bit. “See? You deserve to feel good like this. Just relax.”

He didn’t say anything, just kept taking a sip here and there. I massaged his shoulders, working my way around his muscles a bit, doing what I had learned from reading online. I made sure to press up against him as I did and knew he could feel my own boner pressing into him a bit. He just stayed quiet and took a drink.

“Take off your shirt, this will be easier.” I said and started to lift the bottom of his shirt from behind.

He obliged, even if he hesitated at first. I knew he was drunk, I knew he was beyond horny, and I knew that I was taking advantage of him, but at that time, I didn’t care. I had a goal in mind and I was going to get it.

I placed my hands back on his bare shoulders and resumed. He took smaller sips of his drink and I felt him relax in my hand. I occasionally pressed my lower half against his back and pressed my hard cock into him, but he never said anything. I’d rock back onto my dildo, and moan out a bit in a higher pitched voice, still he remained quiet.

So I got a bit braver, I slowed my massage and let my hands move over his shoulders and onto his bare chest. “See? You look amazing, man. Is it a wonder I did what I did?” And I briefly let one of my fingers glide across one of his nipples.

He tensed, but only a bit, and then relaxed again. “I mean,” he trailed off and took another drink. “I guess not.”

I massaged his soft pecs as best as I could from behind, and glided the tips of my fingers across his hardening nipples a couple more times.

“What are you doing?” He suddenly asked, in a moment of clarity.

“Nothing, just trying to give you what you deserve and what you need, a chance to relax and feel appreciated. The thing you’re missing.” I said.

“I’m not gay.” He said, pretty firmly.

“I know you’re not gay. I’m just trying to give you what you need. That’s all.” I said and lightly pinched his nipple.

He tensed up like he was going to pull away or say something and I got scared that I went too far too fast. But he stayed quiet, my hands still on his pecs, and he took another drink.

His back leaned into me a bit, allowing me more access from behind. I ran my hands along his pecs and over his soft belly a bit. I couldn’t reach further yet. I lifted my hips a bit and moved the dildo a bit out and back into me, keeping my ass full, and I gently moaned into his ear in as feminine a voice as I could conjure asking him if it felt okay, and lightly pinched a nipple of his again before returning to massaging his soft pecs.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He said, and I knew I was getting closer to my goal. He leaned his bare back all the way into my, and I knew he felt my throbbing young cock pressing into him.

I ran my hands over his chest as he took another drink, and down to caress his belly. I could see over and saw a much bigger bulge in his flannel pants. I was able to lower on his body and let my rubbing hands glance across the waste-band of his pants and after a few more passes, even slide underneath, just a bit.

He didn’t say anything, but I could see him straining his flannel pants. “You okay?” I asked softly with a slight feminine tone in my voice.

“No.” He said hesitantly. “But yeah, I guess.”

I reached behind me and slid the dildo out of me, I had to raise up a bit and I put it back and to the side of me. I started to move from behind him. “Lay back.” Was all I said as I moved. He started to sit up as I moved from behind him, but I put a hand on his chest and gently pushed for him to lay down. He looked to the side and set his drink on my other night stand, sighed, and laid back.

“Good. Now close your eyes for me.” He looked at me, I could see his drunkenness and horniness and repulsion play around and finally he closed his eyes.

He laid down for me, I was still kneeling at his side. I reached over and grabbed the dildo, it was still slick and wet and I leaned up and slid it back inside of me, not caring at this point if he opened his eyes and saw me do this. I sat back onto it, felt the silicone balls press against my cheeks and let out a small moan as I placed my hands back on his chest.

I massaged his pecs some more, lightly dragging the tips of my fingers across his hard nipples. He didn’t say anything but I could clearly see the strain in his pajama pants. I leaned over a bit, knowing the big dildo would slide out of me about half way and rubbed my hands down his left arm, massaged his biceps, and gave a bit of a feminine moan as I sat back onto the dildo and moved my hands back to his chest. I know he heard me, but still he said nothing. I then ran my hands down his right arm, doing the same thing, and made sure to massage his bicep.

“You’re so strong.” I said to him as I moved back to his chest. “I love your arms.”

I saw him about to say something and as he opened his mouth to speak, I lightly pinched his right nipple. A small, soft, and very quiet moan escaped him and he said “Thanks.”

I knew that I had him. And I knew that I had manipulated him right where I wanted him. So I started rubbing his pecs again, and then his abdomen a bit. I watched his face as I neared his waste-band. I’d rub, and slightly slip a pinky underneath. Nothing. The next pass, I made sure I was obvious about sliding my pinky and right ring finger about an inch under the waste-band, and his eyes opened, we locked eyes, but he didn’t say anything.

It felt like ages we stared at each other, but it was probably only a few seconds. He closed his eyes again and laid back. So I placed my hands on either side of his hips and massages there, knowing the dildo slid out of me a bit as I did. I’d work my fingers under the waste-band a bit, but not too far.

I started to slide back into my dildo, causing me to moan again. “Keep your eyes closed and just relax.” I said as he moved his right arm up over his head to lay back. I reached between my legs to keep the silicone fuck stick inside me and turned a bit so I was facing more of the foot of the bed and more of my back was to him. Still resting on my knees I let go of the dildo. I’m sitting back on it, knowing he could see better if he opened his eyes and started massaging the outside of his hips over his pants. I’d occasionally rub my left hand back up the side of his body to his chest and tweak a nipple, getting a soft moan from him.

I return my hand and now both my hands are on his thighs, massaging, and I work them inwards. His legs spread slightly, giving me better access. I stop massaging for a second, unsure if I wanna go for it now. My heart thundered in my chest, I was afraid it would end the moment I touched him there and he would come to his senses.

But I swallowed down my suddenly dry throat and moved my right hand lightly over his bulging strain in his pants.

He tensed, very hard and quickly, so I brought my hand back over his bulging cock in his pants, a bit firmer this time. And again. He stayed tense, I knew he was reconsidering things again. So I went for it. I gripped his cock, which was angled upward in his pants toward his stomach, and gave him a couple firm strokes.

I heard a small moan from behind me, and slowly, as I gently stroked his covered cock, he relaxed again.

I knew this might fuck it up, but I asked anyway, nervous and horny as hell. “Are you okay?”

He was silent as I gently stroked him, until he finally responded. “I guess. Just weird.”

I took the sign of encouragement and started to massage his cock through the pants a bit harder, more firm strokes up and down him, not even getting him out yet. He finally gave me a louder moan which only encouraged me more.

“Lift your hips.” I said as I let go of his cock and slid my fingers into his waste-band. He didn’t at first but finally he gently thrust his hips up and I hooked my fingers in and leaned forward and slid his pants and underwear down about halfway down his thighs.

I gasped a bit. His 8 inch, upward curved cock flopped out and slapped his stomach, I saw clear splashes of precum.

I was still leaned over and had felt the dildo slide out of me a bit. “Wow.” Was all I could say.

He was quiet, but still hard as a rock. I had my left hand on his hip, propping me up as my right hand gently moved into his untamed and untrimmed pubes. I ran my fingers through it, enjoying the body hair. I made sure to move my hand near, but not touch the side of his cock as it went down his body.I slid one hand down to gently touch his balls, which felt bigger in my hand than they looked. They were hairy, and warm, firm, yet soft, and they felt so full. I massaged his globes, bringing a moan again behind me. I moved my hand up from his balls to the base of his cock and slowly wrapped my fingers around him. I gave him a couple firm strokes, which got another stifled moan out of him.

I knew we had all night because my mother wouldn’t be home until about 4am and my brother came home at 6am. And when all this started, it had been just after 9. I had plenty of time to explore and use this man.

So I just stared in wonder, not believing that this was real, and I slowly stroked the man of most of my fantasies. He was not my first or even second guy I was with. But he was an amazing 3rd so far.

I tilted his cock upwards, fingers in that hot curve. He was thick too. Not as thick as my dildo, smaller than a Coke can, but he felt right and heavy in my hand. I used my left hand to prop me up further as I leaned over toward his leaking cock.

He must have felt or sensed what was about to happen because he said “Wait! No!” But it was too late.

My tongue licked some of his precum from the tip of his cock which caused him to suck air in through his teeth. It was salty, and quite bitter, but to me it tasted like the best thing in the world.

“Please, don’t do that. It’s not right.” He pleaded with me. I knew he was having a moment of clarity, and I didn’t want the haze to lift too much, so I leaned further down quickly and took the head of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck!” He moaned out and I felt his right hand slap my back, pretty hard. I winced but started to slide him further into my mouth, taking advantage of him in his moment of drunk and horny weakness. “God damn it!” He hissed again as he slid into my throat and his fingers on my back moved up to my shoulder and gripped me, hard enough that I believe he was trying to hurt me in an attempt to make me stop. I didn’t, I had my goal in my mouth and bruised shoulders wouldn’t stop me.

From the angle I was at, I got a little over half of him down my throat, but I didn’t want the dildo to completely come out of me so I slid my mouth back up his shaft and to the head and let it slide out of my warm wet mouth. I had a firm grip on his cock in my right hand and I painted a bit.

“This is better than I thought it would be.” I said, out of breath and ready to go back down.

His hand was still digging into my shoulder pretty roughly. “Please, don’t do that again. It isn’t right.”

Me being the teenager I was, is hot back to him, “Maybe, but you didn’t stop me either.” And I leaned down again. His hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my head and he got a hard grip on my hair, trying to stop me. I pulled against him to the point that the back of my scalp was on fire a bit but my angle helped and he slid back into my mouth.

The fist on my hair loosened, but he stayed gripping my hair and I moved my mouth up and down his cock a few times. I heard the moans escape his lips and that encouraged me to continue my up and down motion on him.

I slid my lips up to his tip, swirled my tongue around his fat head a few times which loosened the grip on my hair and caused him to moan louder. I ran my tongue over his leaking slit a couple times and then pushed the tip of my tongue as far into it as I could which caused him to thrust his hips at me and slid his cock further down my throat. I wasn’t prepared for it and choked and gagged a bit which caused me to pull off of him panting. I regained my breath and used my right hand to stroke him.

“See? This is what you deserve. To be wanted. To have someone want to worship you and your big cock.” I said to him as I stroked him.

I looked back and saw his eyes were open and I looked him in the eye while I stroked him, no longer nervous or afraid.

“It’s just been too long.” He said softly. I just nodded and broke our eye contact to lean back down and take him back into my mouth. He moaned and thrust his hips up at me, shoving his cock further into my hungry throat.

I felt his hand trail from my hair, more tender, not trying to hurt me anymore. He had given up and was letting me do what I wanted. His fingers combed through my hair as I moved up and down on him, a firm acknowledgement that I was doing a good job. Then, I felt his hand trail down my back as I sucked him, his moans soft as my velvety mouth slid down his hard meat.

What surprised me was when I felt his hand hit my waist and move to massaging my ass. I knew my dildo was hanging halfway out of me and I pulled off long enough to tell him, “Push it in for me. Please.” I made sure to give a more feminine tone to my voice and before he could say anything I was back to sucking him.

He moaned out and his hand didn’t stop massaging one of my ass cheeks at first. But as I sucked him, his hand disappeared, and then I felt the silicone cock slide into me, slowly. I moaned around this man’s meat in my mouth which I think encouraged him cause he pushed the last 3 inches into me faster, bringing a bigger moan out of me around his cock in my mouth. And I think that was the moment he let go of everything: me taking advantage of him, me forcing this onto him with his silent but defiant acceptance. He pulled my dildo inside me about halfway out and pushed it in further, causing me to thrust down onto him, taking his whole cock down my throat. Which in turn brought out a growl from him. So this is how things went for a while. He slid the dildo out of me, sometimes only an inch, sometimes all but the tip, but he’d **** it back into my hungry hole which would cause me to moan and slam my throat all the way down his cock and I’d be rewarded with a loud moan or almost animalistic growl from him.

Finally after what felt like hours, he pulled the dildo all the way out of me and I heard a thump as it hit a wall somewhere in the room. I was still sucking him, and then I felt two of his fingers slide easily into me. I knew using the dildo this long had left my hole gaping and hungry, but even though his two fingers were nowhere near as wide as my dildo or as long, the fact that a second part of him was in my body as I swallowed his meat was the hottest thing to me at that moment.

“Not too different from a pussy I guess.” I heard him say as his fingers slid in and out of me. “Fuck it. Reposition.”

I pulled off his cock and he told me to climb on top of him, ass toward him, so I did quickly as I was told. I felt cloth wiping down my hole, I assumed it was his shirt, cleaning the lube off me. I went back to working on his cock with my mouth and throat, when I was glad that he was in my mouth to muffle my surprised scream. I felt something hot and wet on my stretched out hole.

I pulled off his cock and looked back at him. “What are you doing?”

“Eating pussy.” Was all he said and he spread my cheeks and licked me again.

I moaned, deep enough that it was almost a growl. I felt his tongue push into my abused hole, and my eyes saw stars. My breath started to come quicker, like I couldn’t get enough air and I felt shivers travel my whole body.

He continued to tongue fuck me and I moaned for him. I stroked his cock because I needed the air to breathe and pant like a bitch in heat. I had never before this moment had anyone eat me out. The other two partners I had had, just used lube or spit and slowly worked in, but no one licked me there before. He’d replace his tongue and shove two or three fingers inside me, fucking me with them which only **** me to be louder.

Finally after what, to me, felt like years of the best feeling in the world, he stopped eating and licking and lightly biting my cheeks, and asked, “Do you really want this? Because when I start, I won’t stop, even if you want to back out.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, stroking him.

“You **** this on me. I let you, but you **** this to happen. But we can still go back.” He said. “If you want me to replace that plastic thing, and you moan my name for real, I will not stop, even if you ask me to.”

I leaned down and swallowed his cock until my nose was once again buried in his hairy balls, let him throb in my throat and came back up. “I won’t back out.”

“Get off me and get on all fours then, leave your underwear on.” He pulled the back band to the jockstrap up and let it go so it slapped my lower back.

I crawled off of him and turned around as he got up. I watched him slide his pants and underwear off all the way, his leaking cock sticking straight out as much as it could with it’s upward curve. The tip was wet with precum. I crawled around until I was face down and ass up, holding a pillow to prop my head on. My queen bed creaked as he knelt on the edge of the bed. I felt his hands part my cheeks again, and then his tongue was back in my hole. I moaned into the pillow and that seemed to encourage him. He spread my cheeks as wide as they would go and I felt his tongue shove itself as deep in me as it could possibly go and I screamed into my pillow with pure ecstasy. He jabbed his hot wet tongue in and out, took time to lick around my open hole, and up and down my crack. His hand smacked my ass hard a few times as he continued to devour me.

“Hmm,” I heard him say as he pulled his tongue out of me and I felt the bed press down more as he climbed up, “not too different.”

He slapped his hard cock on the outside of my hole a couple times which made me moan. “Remember. You wanted this.”

I heard and then felt him spit on my hole and felt his saliva run down my crack and over my already used hole. He spit again and I heard a couple strokes behind me as he prepared his meat. I felt the tip of his mushroom head on the outside of my hole. He held there for a moment and then slowly slid inside me. I had been using my toy for a while so I was nice and stretched out for him. I heard him moan as he sank inside me and was pressed as far into my ass as he could. I felt, at that moment, complete and whole. I could have died at that moment and been fine with everything. For a few glorious seconds, while he was buried balls deep inside my teen ass, we were one and I had gotten what I wanted.

His hands ran around my hips. He slowly slid out of me and then back in, each movement causing me to moan. My stretched hole grabbed onto his cock as I clenched down, and he moaned in response. I could feel him throbbing.

“This won’t take too long.” He said and slid almost all the way out of me. Just the tip of his head was inside me, that gorgeous cut cock that I had dreamed about and he pushed it all the way in in a steady single motion causing me to cry out. “Gods, not even your mother sounded like that when I fucked her. She never appreciated this dick.” And he slid out, paused, and back in, seeming to enjoy being inside another person again. I let out a long moan as he slid inside me all the way again. “Fuck me.” He let out a long moan as he slid out and started a steady rhythm in and out of my hole.

Every single thrust sent electricity through my body, I felt like my nerves were going to burn out from the pleasure of having this man inside me. I moaned out his name a few times, and each one got me a rough slam inside me that caused me to continue to pant and gasp for air. He started moaning more as he picked up his pace.

“You still want this?” He breathed out between thrusts, not stopping.

“Yeah Daddy, I want you to fuck me.” I moaned back to him.

That stopped him halfway inside me. I’d never called someone Daddy before, only read about guys online doing it. He seemed shocked.

“What?” He said, still halfway in, still throbbing, but not moving.

“Fuck me Daddy, please.” I begged him trying to reach back and pull him further inside me. I know my voice was high pitched from the ecstasy.

He didn't move for a second, even started to pull out which caused me to whimper. Had I fucked it up? I wondered. He pulled all the way out of me, tip and all and I moaned, but got sad. I had killed it.

But I felt the tip line back up with my hole and he slammed his cock into me, hard and fast which caused me to scream out in pain, pleasure, and surprise.

“Alright bitch. Take it then.” He growled at me.

He began hard and deep thrusts into me, not hurting me but sending immense pleasure into me. My body didn’t know what to do except melt with every thrust of his meat.

“You wanted this.” Hard thrust and a grunt. “You **** me into this.” Hard thrust. “You wouldn’t stop until you got what you wanted!” He growled and hit me with four fast thrusts. “So fucking have it.”

After that he was quiet outside the grunts and slapping of skin as he started to pound me harder and faster. All I could do was cry out, quick, no air gasps of pleasure. I managed to moan out another Daddy or two in between, and he seemed to like that. He kept going.

“Take it! Take it!” He finally cried out as he slammed all the way inside me as hard as he could. I cried out in one last burst of pleasure and I clenched my hole around his cock and felt it pulsating. His cum was shooting into me, filling my teenaged hole up with his pent up seed as he growled and thrust a couple more times, emptying months of pent up cum inside me.

He finally pulled out, which brought another moan from me and collapsed naked on the bed next to me, panting hard, struggling to get air a bit from his workout with my hole.

I didn’t move at first because I could feel his cum leaking out of me. I reached between my legs to finish myself off only to find the pouch of my jockstrap extremely wet. I dug my fingers in to find I was soft and had apparently cum already. I had been in such a euphoric state that I didn’t even realize what had happened.

I finally turned on my side and collapsed on the bed fully to stare at the man who had (and is still number 1 for me) given me the best fuck of my life. He stared at the ceiling and I just stared at him, taking in his fully naked body and deflated cock.

“You okay?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.

His breathing calmed down and he stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling, not looking at me. I did get afraid, even if I had gotten what I wanted, I knew what I had done, consequences be damned.

“No.” He said and was quiet for a few more seconds. “But yes. I needed that. I just didn’t want it from you.” He looked over at me finally, his eyes unsure as they looked me over. “We’re cool though bud.” He finally said and reached over to slap my ass. “I need to get to bed though.” He got up, grabbed his clothes, and left my room, closing the door behind him.