A Night with Mr. Greg!

GREG x READER CYOA (18+) — An evolving story guided by you, the readers! Enjoy the gay depravity.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

Brief Hiatus

Between finishing big projects and some burnout, this story has been hard to write and finish. Things will be coming when they’re coming. Sorry, folks, I know how close we are to the end. Just a busy time all around.

-A.Q.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 27: STRETCH GOALS

[Part twenty-six]

The curse word under his breath is almost impossible to make out, some garbled form of trembling arousal. Greg pushes in one more time, and you feel the hair of your legs standing up as your muscles clench up. Achingly, your anus still clenches around him, even at the base, and you know that there’s going to be some room for improvement, but God, you don’t care. You’re daddy’s boy right now, and you want to feel the stretch.

Greg spreads his legs open even more, batting his hand on the bed. “Get up. Back up, back up into daddy. Face down.” You know what he’s asking for well, and when you begin to get on your hands and knees, Greg pushes as well until he’s sitting up and your pelvis is raised with the rest of you, still getting poked and prodded deep inside with the twitching cockhead. The man huffs as you whine and lower your upped body now just like he asked. More than that, you almost have to bite the bedsheets to stop from making the horniest noise as you feel Greg let go to pick up his belly, moving his gut onto your lower back. That weight as he rocks while hilted is enough to make you clench your groin again, trying desperately to get you as rock-hard as he is.

“Get your ass ready,” he grunts. You’ve done this a couple times with big guys and big toys, but none of them worked you like this. Yes, daddy! You can hear him grind against you one more time, and his fingers are slipping from the sweat. There’s no question that he can’t wait to see this, either, but he’s torn between that and just fucking you. Almost as if you’re doing a better job, really, better than when you thought you could take it without preparation. Now that you’re here, feeling all of this was absolutely worth it, even when the length is beginning to pull out and you have to push.

Every inch still leaves a mark, still leaves a slimy trail of lube and precum, and you grunt as you push the muscles with the exit, confident as you need to be. But once the head gives way, you know you’ve done the right thing, and the tender place that used to be your asshole is practically turned inside-out before the edges return, and you hold the shape for dear life. A little air dances around the edge, telling you that this is exactly how it’s supposed to be. Greg’s hands spread your cheeks apart, and you can just feel his eyes locked on you. You can almost imagine the pinkness, the raw, reddened ring, the trembling flesh inside that’s all but ruined with his cock, turned from your own body into a tool for his use, and Greg knows it. 

Bringing your own hands up, you slide them underneath Greg’s own, spreading yourself for him so he can admire it. In the process, however, your internal grip loosens, and your moan wavers as you feel your hole pull back, still loose but no longer open. One of the man’s hands remains high on your waist before Greg leans forward again. At this point he must know your cry, that satisfied, wordless yell as his head forces its way through your ring and deep inside, filling you as you spread yourself once more.

New and slower rhythms are all you can hope for as Greg pulls himself back out again, more quickly than before. And again, Greg’s cock slips into the hole as you hold it open, whining in pleasure as you feel him sink, then pull, working you just like a good boy needs. In the brief moments, your gut loosens up at the pulling, then readjust all up in your body when he shoves himself back, and your body is about as used to Greg as it can be at this point. Your tongue is almost lolling out at the feeling, the sensation of Greg pushing his hips against you, burying himself in your ass before he pulls out and you keep yourself just as you were. Holding the tension, you can feel your anus give up in the moment, staying as open as you can hold yourself whenever that head drags out of you.

It’s much looser, and that’s a given, but it’s not going to stay this way forever. In a day you’ll go back to a slightly-worn self, and the next time you see Greg, he’ll be excited to feel that you’re just as tight as before, and after a little warmup you’ll be like this, with your hole offering no resistance, nothing but love for the man who’s wrecking it. He’s excited even now, from the sound of it, shallow and work-weathered breaths echoing above you, only slightly stifled by the facial hair.

Finally, Greg plunges in one more time, pushing your hole apart until he’s right up against that curve again, and he holds himself there, shaking his hips as if he doesn’t want to fuck you but he can’t help it. The man makes a low grumbling sound with his throat before he finally stops. He doesn’t stop moving, rocking his hips, but this is a motion of thought, not just sex.

“G-god, I’m gonna give you the biggest load,” Greg whispers hoarsely, almost like he’s talking to himself, almost as if he can’t believe he’s having sex again after so long. “Daddy wants to… I wanna fill you up, baby boy, I wanna give you my cum. I’m ready. Fuck, I can’t help it, you’re so fucking hot. Daddy wants to give it to you, baby.”

Whether or not he’s exaggerating isn’t the point. Feeling him orgasm inside of you is all you can think about, and you can’t imagine that a man this potent and this virile isn’t going to give you anything short of a geyser. No, it doesn’t matter. You want it. He’s ready. You can feel the energy running through Greg’s hands, through his legs against you. You can feel it all.

>> Have him push you to the bed and use you. >> Have him turn you over and press down. >> Have him lay down as you get on top and ride him.

[Vote HERE!]

I have to leave the house at 4AM tomorrow, so I’m glad I’m getting this out tonight. Sorry for the sporadic stuff, but man, lotta work to do in the reals. -A.Q.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 26: GUT INSTINCT

[Part twenty-five]

The pause is ominous enough. You don’t have to be psychic, though, to feel that this particular pulling back means that Greg’s getting all the way out for a moment, that he’s not going to ram it all in in one fell swoop. It’s a slowness with which you’re familiar, the bottom’s dilemma, even though you know what you’re doing, thank you very much. Even so, both of you gasp almost simultaneously as your anus is released once again, the massive shaft sliding from your freshly-slickened ring and leaving it in a state of disrepair. There’s a starburst tingling you don’t feel too often, along with that sensation of the hole trying to retract back into you.

But you won’t go down that easy, not from this. Greg’s cock isn’t the kind from which you can just slide away, and you want to reach down and feel just how soft you are, how much he’s truly made you ready for him and everything else he’s going to do for you. A finger and a vibrator were necessary. Nothing except training, though, can prepare you for this, and it’s a regimen no man in this city can provide, nobody but Greg. He knows it, too, grunting before shoving you over.

Well, that’s sudden, a hand on your shoulder, the feeling of your chest and cock slamming into the mattress. The wind is briefly knocked out of your lungs, but as soon as you’re down there, you know what’s going to happen. This is right out of a porno, but real, so real. Other men have tried and sometimes succeeded in getting on top and breeding you. A couple guys have been as big as Greg physically, and you know what that feels like. This feeling, though, makes your throat tighten in anticipation as Greg gets up with the springy vigor of a matador about to spike the last banderilla.

You’re like clay underneath him. Only your arms hold on as Greg gets on his knees behind you, pulling your legs apart. Maybe this is doggy style? You raise your hips, but Greg takes one hand and presses on your lower back, holding you down. There’s no use in moving when he’s in charge. What were you thinking?

“I know I said I was gonna wreck you, but tell me if this is too much,” says Greg. The hand that pressed on you slides down and pulls your cock backwards, so it’s pointed backwards between your legs, your sack resting tautly on top. “Daddy’s ready to hit the spot.”

Trembling isn’t the best response, but it’s anticipatory, the only thing you can feel as Greg clambers on top of you, still rock-hard, both hands reaching for your ass now. The head pushes down against your hole, and your ring relents so much more easily that you can feel the slickness through your whole body, your whole system, even though you’re not nearly sloppy enough to take it with no issue. Your garbled groan is still louder than you’re used to, and just as involuntary, the only sound you can make as Greg leans forward and pushes himself in with a deep growl. The thickness pushes down, down against you, the cockhead hitting the groove of your prostate before all of Greg’s cock rubs right after it, ramming it down, opening you up again just like before, but with all the static and wonder of Greg’s body weight on top of you.

From the pressure of the mattress, you can tell that his legs are spread out, and from the smell, you can tell that the two of you are working harder than you ever have in sex. The physical taxing is barely starting to get to you, but it’s there regardless, a wobbling sensation through your muscles, and you have to actually work to carry on. And you want to, you can’t help it, not with everything so close. Greg holds you, sliding his arms underneath as he supports himself and grunts, pants, and huffs, dripping onto and into you.

His belly, though, is where the most pressure is, and his belly and hips are where everything is concentrated. Daddy pulls back just an inch, before he rams his shaft down and you can feel where Greg’s cock is pulsating against your muscles, the farthest point to which he can fill you up, and the sound that escapes your lips has no descriptive equivalent. You didn’t realize he wasn’t all the way in before, but now, his hairy balls are rubbing against your taint, he’s rocking his hips and digging into you, and the pressure at the curve of your gut makes your eyes cross. It’s a good thing that Greg can’t see it, because your face is making the strangest expressions, enough for you to be aware without being faked, and who could fake something as stupid as this? It’s ecstacy, the pain and pleasure of being used, of having your ass wrecked.

And, of course, of having a daddy use you the way he wants to. Greg’s thrusts barely start slow, and they’re not as slow as they are measured, exact, getting the speed and depth he needs with his hips to pump himself into you and drive his shaft down, then up, in, then out, rising each time to stretch out the ring of your sphincter. Each time, you can feels the muscles part, giving way to the force of Greg’s rod and all the force it’s using to exercise you.

Working from that up to thrusts happens before you can blink, and there’s no stopping him now. Greg’s bestial growls overpower your little breaths, each one driven out of you as he increases his speed and your body succumbs. The belly rises, the belly falls, and the weight of the man’s body pounds on you every time. You can feel the fat bounce on your hips as underneath, the man’s cock loosens and breeds and pushes into you. 

Below it all, you can feel the traces of lube and sweat sliding between your thighs, down over and around your sack, and you know as well that you’re dripping more than ever. Prostate sliding itself can’t get you, but when the feeling of a daddy holding and fucking you comes into play, you have to wonder if you could cum just from this. There’s nothing like being held by Greg, no feeling that comes even close. Each thrust, each time his cock reaches your inner limits, you want to resist less and less, giving in to the sexual wonder of getting fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.

Greg grips you shoulders, forcing you even deeper into the bed “G-god damn, you feel GOOD,” he grunts, punctuating his point with one more impact. “Yeah? You like it? You...like daddy using you? God, good boy…”

It’s not fading, and he’s definitely not getting tired, but you resist looking back just for a moment. Yes, daddy, you murmur, curling your fingers against the sheets. He’s closer than he lets on, or at least he’s losing himself in your ass. Now that you aren’t as worried about it being too tight, the real rough fucking begins. There’s a twiddle in your stomach, and it’s not just Greg. There’s always something nice about taking a big man and making them want you even more. Nothing wrong with getting him to make you feel good too. It’s all in how you say it. You like fucking your boy, daddy? You like making boys feel good?

“Oh yeah, make you feel real good. Daddy’s gonna do it all for you.”

>> “Pull my hair, daddy, pick my up and use me hard...” >> “I want you to make me gape, play with that wrecked hole...” >> “Turn me over, I want to see daddy fucking me...” >> WILDCARD

[Voting is over! > PART 27]

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 25: TALK OF THE TOWN

[Part twenty-four]

You don’t even have to say anything, not with Greg reading your mind. It’s not like you can speak when he slips his fingers into your mouth from behind. The body reacts, and you close your eyes, sucking softly as Greg plays with your lips and tongue. All the little grunts and huffs stifled by the intrusion increase in pitch as he starts thrusting deeper again. It’s deeper, more purposeful, and each time he pushes in it’s as if he knows that it’s just a little too rough, a little too much, on the cusp of forceful.

“You think you got a tight hole, but you didn’t know what daddy had for you, didja,” Greg grunts. “That’s right, I’m a real daddy. I turn boys into good boys. I’m gonna make your ass my ass.”

Biting down is impossible, and you have to keep the balance. If there was a bedsheet or a pillow, or even a gag, you know you’d want to clamp down and bear it through. No such luck. The tactile sensation of calluses and sweaty fingerprints on your tongue is more than enough. It’s like Greg’s playing your moans, an instrument of his own tuning. The hair of his knuckles is matted down by spit, as if the thickness of his fingers aren’t enough of a reminder of his virility. 

“Can’t find a daddy like me anywhere. Think you’ve taken a real man’s cock? If it’s not mine, it’s not daddy’s, and now you know what daddy’s got for you. I’ve got what a good boy needs. I got all the things a good boy needs. And you got what daddy needs. Daddy needs a hole to fill. You want daddy to fuck you? You want me to wreck that tight ass of yours, baby boy?”

The nods are barely perceptible, and you can’t really speak, but the satisfied groan from behind is all that you need to know. Greg’s right up on you, and he’s absolutely right, not just in the hot way. You can feel your insides adjusting to the girth, even though when he gets all the way in, balls-deep, the deepest part of your insides twinges. Length is impressive as-is without having to be a foot-long monstrosity. With thickness, well, there’s just no contest. At this point, your last hookup could theoretically fist you, and this isn’t even Greg at his thickest. Once he gets there, once he actually gets close to climax, you know that you’re going to be absolutely loose.

Greg groans as he pushes up against your ass, making you whine as the girth pulls your ring open, so hard you swear you can feel the bulge of his urethra, so deep that it’s starting to hit the bend. That’s what it’s going to feel like when he breeds you, and that thought alone makes your cock twitch itself. 

“Fuck yes, it’s been too long since I’ve had a good boy like you,” he sighs. There’s a moment of breathing, smaller thrusts, little pushes to poke your walls. “You’re gonna have to come back here. Daddy’s gonna make sure you know what’s good. Daddy’s gonna breed you and mark you and fuck you to the morning. I’ll be your good daddy if you’ll be my good boy.”

You’re already good, you think, but there’s nothing to say except for a little groan yourself, a tiny gag on the fingers. Greg withdraws them slowly, trailing spittle out the side of your cheeks as he holds you tightly once more. Splaying his hand over your shoulder, he starts to fuck deeper again, kissing the back of your head.

“H-heh, you know I’ve got it big for you, but it’s been a while. Daddy’s gonna get you a real big load, so don’t be scared,” Greg whispers. “Gonna make you feel good until then, though. Daddy likes making you feel good. I know you like a thick cock in you, that you can take it. You’re such a good boy. Love fucking my good boy. Call me daddy. Tell me what you want.”

I-I want you to fuck me, daddy!

“Yeah? How do you want daddy to fuck you, baby boy?”

I want daddy to use my hole, I want you to push deep in me and breed my hole…

“Are you a good boy?” Greg says softly. “Say it. Come on.”

I...

“‘I’m a good boy.’ Say you’re a good boy.”

I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy! I’m daddy’s good boy!

And it’s not just because his left hand is reaching over to squeeze your poor shaft, engulfing it in his palms and thumbing the exhausted, dripping palms to tease you. Greg chuckles and kisses you once more. The laughter turns to a growl once more as he holds you and starts to thrust again, an unceasing energy radiating through him, as if sex really is what keeps him going. There’s a sound like velcro, the sweaty noise of Greg’s hairy belly peeling on and off your back with the pressure of each thrust. Even though you know it’s not over, even though your legs are jelly and your hair is matted against your forehead, you can’t help but smile through it all. It’s only a matter of time, you know, before the ticking dominant time bomb in Greg’s libido rears its head again. There’s rough seas ahead.

Rough like…

>> Anal training, sliding himself all the way in and out! >> Dragging you to the side of the bed like how you started! >> Pinning you face-down and using his belly & gravity! >> WILDCARD

[Voting is over! > PART TWENTY-SIX]

What’s a wildcard? Well, if none of the options necessarily appeal to you and you’d like something a little off the beaten path, then hit that and see what I got planned out for you. As we near the end of this session (gasp! I know, I know...) we’re going to be getting to some conclusive... Or, well, should I say cum-clusive? Now that the joke’s ruined, go vote <3

—A.Q.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

Pupdate:

—Yes, part 25 is done and being reviewed.

—Side note, there’s a new option! Might see some new stuff.

—As it turns out? CYOA stuff spaced out over a few days is actually harder than having a big continuous story. With inertia I can crank out 2-4,000 words in a productive session and get all that done. Can’t do that here because I don’t know what’s going to happen next, either! Really makes me wonder about the current process and how to apply this to my SFW fics and whatnot.

—You’re all lovely <3

A.Q.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 24: LOVER TO LOWER

[Part twenty-three]

As usual, the hands guide you enough to understand what Greg wants. He forces you down one last time to the hilt, eliciting a sharp gasp from your open lips. You can feel him shift backwards, grunting all the while. Pushing yourself along the bed, you do your best to keep him firmly inside, although with how tight it all is and how much your body’s loving the fill, it’s not as difficult as it would be otherwise. Other men have tried easier positions that don’t work out as well, with the fact that it’s hard to stay up unless you’ve taken some gas station pills. Greg doesn’t need anything like that, no sir.

He taps your leg, running his fingers under your thigh and lifting the meat up. You’ve seen those sorts of pictures before, where someone’s leaning back on their partner’s body as they get drilled. But no, he’s just making you sit on him, letting you plant your foot. As your leg twists, you grunt from the straining sensation of your muscles turning inside in like kind. Everything is connected, you can feel that for sure. With your right foot trembling but flat against the sheet, you move your other leg until you’re sitting on the man’s cock, leaning back onto his warm, heaving gut.

When Greg twists, you have to move with him, no question. He turns you towards the center of the bed, and your hand slides down to support yourself. He brings himself forwards an inch at a time as you’re rotating to the mattress. You kind of feel like a tree falling in the forest, or a gymnast in slow-motion, reclining until you’re leaning on one of Greg’s arms. The little dance, of him turning on his side as he brings you to your own side, is something you’ve never done successfully before. Then again, you’ve never had the thickest cock in Empire City lodged in your hole, so there’s that. You can feel it gently bumping your insides as you get into position.

“Good boy…” Greg sighs under his breath and pulls your body close. Your left leg raises up, enough to give the other man the flexibility to really get in there. His legs are raised enough for him to start pushing into you, and the real humping begins before you can even call him daddy again. 

But before he really gets into it, you feel your body constricted as he hugs you close from behind, pushing his right arm underneath you to fully grasp your torso. There’s nothing to hold onto but him, and for a second, the warmth that overtakes you has nothing to do with the cock. Greg is burning up inside, hot as irons as his arms cross over you. There was always a fire in his belly, you knew that, and it’s so close now; it’s a barrier that pushes you away, but it’s part of his body, a part you love. That’s why you came here in the first place, to get that daddy fix, to feel a bigger man hold you and fuck you all at once.

“It’s gonna be a bit before I can cum, but I don’t want to make you wait too long,” Greg murmurs behind you, chuckling self-consciously. “Is that… I mean, just let me know if you can’t take it. You know I want to make it good for you, too.”

It’s good, I promise, daddy. I want to make you cum…

“Just lemme get into it, boy. You got a nice ass, tight ass. Daddy’s gonna make it his. You want daddy to make love to you, boy? Wanna make daddy feel good?”

Y-yes! Yes, daddy, I want to make you—

The rest of your words are lost in a garbled outcry as Greg pulls back before slamming into you. And you do want him to feel good, and you want him inside you, and you can’t imagine this ending any other way but with Greg pumping you full of whatever he’s got. It doesn’t matter how much he gives you, because the fact that you can feel every inch of his cock twitching in your gut is enough. The man’s hug redoubles in strength as he starts to get as deep in you as he can, thrusting with all the strength a daddy should have. His breathing is heavy and animalistic, like he could do this for hours no matter how exhausted he might get. The stench of masculinity fills the room, and you know that these sheets are going to be drenched by the time you’re done with them. You want to lick the sweat from his chest, his ass, tasting the coarse hair on your tongue.

Gentleness becomes him, though. No matter how deep Greg’s fucking you, it can’t take away from the fact that he’s got both hands holding and stroking your body, that he wants to keep you close. This isn’t quite the degrading position you imagined, and that’s okay for now. Comfort and sex go hand-in-hand. That’s the nature of a daddy, a big daddy, a daddy who cares and wants to make you both feel good as long as he’s in charge. You certainly can’t move much with him holding you like this, and that’s perfectly fine. No need, not for as long as he’s fucking you, that same steady depth, gentle wet noises sounding from between your legs.

From behind you, Greg’s grunts and breaths are taking over your head, noises of deep pleasure that you know you’re going to masturbate to later, along with, well, everything else that’s happening. There’s more uses to his mouth than that, though. Maybe in another life he’d be sucking you off and begging for you to be on top. Tonight, you belong to Greg and his mouth has other plans…

>> Kissing, some warm ‘n sloppy making out from behind! >> Biting, something for your neck as he gets rougher! >> Dirty talk, daddy in control in all the right ways!

[Voting is over! > PART 25]

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 23: ROCK THE BOAT

[Part twenty-two]

His hands move to your hips. You can feel him slow his motions down, and you almost want to look back. Greg’s quiet for a moment as he lets his breath out. You can tell his fingers aren’t just squeezing to feel you. Their pressure runs like a keyboard player would run a scale, one finger at a time down the line, thinking. Your throat hitches as you feel him pull you down just a little, getting that last little centimeter or whatever inside you. When he thrusts, you know you’re gonna feel it even more so.

“If it’s too much, you tell me,” Greg murmurs. “You tell me, or we have to stop. I… Daddy’s gotta be good to you. Daddy’s never gonna hurt you. Okay?”

Sometimes serious can be sexy, but not now. It really did hurt him too when you went into this with all the bravado in the world. Whether or not you can take it isn’t a factor in his sexual gratification. Spanking, belly squishing, hair pulling, they’re all different kinds of pain, and he’s on the other side of it all. With the slightest amount of shame, you nod, wetting your lips. Greg runs one hand up your spine, light pressure on your muscles from a broad and sweaty palm. The massage can come later. He means business now, as do you.

“Hands on the bed. Relax everything. Get your legs all loose, prop yourself up. Don’t try to resist this, or it’s just gonna be awkward. Daddy’s gonna work on you—” Right there, right when he calls himself daddy again, you resist a smirk as you hear the transition from instruction to desire. “—nice and easy. Be a good boy up there.”

It’s been a little bit since you’ve really relaxed. But, you asked nicely, and you have a general idea of what he’s about to do. You can imagine him thrusting up from the bed. With that belly, though, gravity would be better off taking care of things from above. Both hands rest on the soft mattress, palms splayed out as much as you can. One more breath, and you can close your eyes and let the rest of the evening’s wonders flow through your body. It’s incredible once you relax yourself to feel the soft muscles and insides still surrounding the hardness of Greg’s cock. No matter how much you make yourself relaxed, if you’re indeed relaxing and not just convincing yourself that you are, everything is still stretched to the limit around his body.

His hands take you by the hips once more, and this grip is firm for sure. Even though you’re not an instrument, you can feel the breath driven out of you as Greg starts his rhythm again. Picking your body up, he forces you to move like a lever, like a pump, letting your legs do the bare minimum to wear themselves out as his arms do all the work. Greg grunts with each thrust, each time he picks you up and pulls you down. You could feel his strength before, but all the things you couldn’t see on the surface are coming out now for sure. Maybe it’s the sex, maybe it’s the adrenaline, but the way he forces your ass up and down feels almost Herculean.

Your own body wants to help, though, and even as Greg guides you, the body wants what it wants. It’s very close to too much, if you were the average boy. Greg’s girth is unyielding, barely giving in to the tightness of your hole. His cock is a tool with a single use, to get up inside of you and spread your ass just like a good boy wants. The velvet walls barely have the space to tighten up before his cockhead drives them open again. Everything’s wet and lewd between you, the sounds of an oiled-up shaft being engulfed over and over by your eagerness. You can feel the impact in your stomach, shifting your breath every time Greg brings his hips against you. Your gasps are nothing compared to his grunts, with the way that he slaps his body against you to drive himself in, deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Just like the spanking, just like the nipples, there’s no timespan that can account for how it feels to get used like this. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been fucking you, because the strength of your training is far more important. In between the fuck yeahs and the good boys, your heart pounds out your pleasure. Sweat slides down the side of your brow, dripping off to narrowly miss your shaking hands. It feels as if the back of your thighs are going to be bruised with how much Greg’s body is coming into contact with you, but it’s the kind of bruise you’ll wear with pride. Your legs are burning, each hair matted against you in the shape of where the man rubs against you. And your ass, oh, it’s incomparable. It feels like the center of your body has been shifted, gravity collecting in the well of your hole. No matter how much Greg uses you, truly, the tightness is palpable and you know you’ll never truly get used to it, not physically. But it was never about being physically ready. You can get up and ride him again, and he’ll still be just as big. This time, though, the pain is yours, the pain is burning, and at this point—can you even call it pain? The pleasure of riding has overcome all that you thought you couldn’t take. Your aching cock swings, submissive to the thickness penetrating you, losing hardness but dripping all the same.

Greg’s slowing down, you think. It’s hard to tell, but it seems as though he’s changing his tempo. Your brain is so full that you didn’t even realize that he wasn’t doing it all in time to the music. The sweat hits you at the same time. Greg is working out for sure, and you have to wonder what it’s gonna look like when he actually busts. Still, that’s a long ways off for this machine of a man, and you’ve got a long road before you can get daddy’s load. The only thing that matters is how you’re gonna have fun on the way there.

>> Turn yourself around and ride on daddy’s belly. >> Let him pull out and play with your sloppy hole. >> Get on your side, as Greg hugs and fucks you.

[Voting is over! > PART TWENTY-FOUR]

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART 22: FITTING RIGHT IN

[Part twenty-one]

After an inch, could you really take a mile? You’ve tried to get this up in your throat before, and that didn’t end up doing anyone any favors. This is different, though, and you know you can take more than your usual fare. Greg’s offering all of himself in a way you’ve never been able to do before, a way you can feel in your bones, your stomach, your pumping heart. You let the heat encompass you just for long enough to push yourself down, groaning slowly as you sink bit by bit onto the man’s cock. 

There are different types of need, different goals. There’s the need like hunger or thirst, a fearful need that pushes your mind into the dark places. Understanding is a need, a desire of fulfillment, of nature, of solving the unsolvable problems. And then there is this: the need of satisfaction, like fitting a puzzle piece into the last blank space, or plucking a ripe tomato off the vine that you’ve spent months growing, or taking the first bite of your favorite pizza. You can’t be satisfied until you’ve finished. Once you start to push yourself down, no matter how much your hole isn’t used to it, no matter how thick the girth, no matter how inflexible Greg’s body is as he holds you, you need to take him all the way. The curve of your insides feels the pressure. Even though he’s as deep as he can possibly go, you know he’ll be going deeper once he breeds you, when Greg finally blows his load into your well-worn ass, and that’s the satisfaction that drives you through. 

Greg actually doesn’t hold onto you, and you can feel his motions behind your back. One hand pulls back his belly and one presses down at the base of his cock. He’s actually lost for words for a moment, just huffs and grunts and other animal sounds, anticipation to see if you can actually do it. Unfortunately for you, he’s just as thick at the base as the thickest part of his midsection, solid girth all around. As you squeeze the last inch or so in, you have to resist biting your cheek, and you can’t even stop as your ass touches his fingers at the base. With Greg pushing his fat back, you can force every part of his cock into you, and the coarse pubic hair gently flattens underneath your skin as your shaking thighs finally hit their apex angle. 

He’s in. He’s really and truly all the way in. And you can feel it, no doubt, a solid mass of masculinity inside you. You can feel its pressure against your prostate and soft walls, the way that it seems to overshadow your own cock, as if your body is deferring to the bigger of the two. Speaking of bigger, your little groans turn into a gasp as Greg lets his belly slide back, bumping against your ass with a little jolt. Did I do good, daddy?

“Yeah. Oh, yeah, you got it,” Greg pants, and he raises his hands just above your waist. The clap back down makes you shake again, letting out a sudden and surprised cry, warbled upon the fact that your shaking only reinforces the girth inside of you. Greg moves back and forth, shimmying to make your moans reverberate back and forth, shifting in pitch. He chuckles, gripping your hips and shaking you once more before giving two more rhythmic smacks.

The pain of the impact is different than the pain of your leg muscles flexing, different from the pain of having an exploratory cockhead buried deeper in you than most men have ever been, testing the limits of the tightest part of your hole. No, the burning sting from Greg’s hands is the pain of ownership, play ownership, something temporary and deeper than your heart’s ever known. Being with daddy isn’t just about the fact that he’s going to practically turn your hole inside-out, but it’s about the fact that he owns the hole, that it’s his hole and his cock and you’re willing to give yourself up as far as you can for him, because you want it. Satisfaction, inexplicable.

Each finger adjusts its grip as Greg grinds against you, knowingly teasing and pushing and making your muscles ache with how much you had to work to get here. It’ll never be normal, the feeling of a genuinely big cock inside you, pushing your body around on the inside, but man, it’s never sexier than in moments like this. 

Greg lets out a big whoof of air and lets go with his right hand, smacking his own belly like a bass drum. “Daddy likes it tight, hell yes… You gonna be good? I know you’re a good boy but daddy can go easy. Nice and easy, get you used to this thing.”

After what happened during your first attempt, you know that being cocky is only going to get you hurt. Lots of lube and kissing, plus gravity, got you to where you are now, and even then, yeah, you know this is the kind of thing that would wreck a first-timer no matter how eager. Experience becomes you, including the experience of the burn from before. But this isn’t the time to be twice shy. You lick your lips and open your groggy eyes.

>> “Let me show you how a good boy trains, daddy.” >> “I just want your cock inside me for a bit, daddy.” >> “Can you use my hole and open me up, daddy?”

[Voting is over! > PART TWENTY-THREE]

I have some things planned for this, so pick carefully!~ -A.Q.

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PART 21: THE LONG RIDE HOME

[Part twenty]

Show, don’t tell. He’s all wet, you’re much more practiced than the last time, and most importantly, you’re on top. Having a two-hundred-plus man (if you’re guesstimating) on top of you is, to put it mildly, hot, but all things considered putting on a show for Greg is pretty excellent too. A smirk turns into a smile, a nervous one, as you back down just a little to feel that familiar thickness. Both of you pause.

It’s not the moment of truth, but it’s damn close. This isn’t the toy, and it’s not a random hookup like the others, and he’s not the smallest man. Greg nods at you, somewhere between you can do it and there’s never any shame in bailing. You take a deep breath. This is different now. You’re no longer clouded by the stream of terrible horniness that made you start too fast in the first place. You still feel the slickness, the tingling inside that rubbed right up against your prostate. Being a good boy is about knowing your limits, but about pushing them healthily, too. After all, if you want to take daddy, you’re going to have to take more than the average bear. Well, cub, boy, whatever. If you had the capacity to joke, you’d know that Greg would laugh at that, wouldn’t he.

But he’s no laughing matter. Showing off is just as good when you’re in control. You slide partially to the side, getting on your knees as Greg lets his hands slip away from you. He holds himself, stroking softly as you turn around and get on your knees. You lift one leg, bringing it over as Greg shifts farther away from the side of the bed. Spreading out so that you’re straddling his thighs isn’t easy with thighs like that. Spreading in general is hard with him. Still, with a leg on either side, you start to back up.

A finger meets your hold, playing with just the tender end, before Greg lets go of himself and grabs with both hands. He swears under his breath, thumbs digging into your flesh as you close your eyes. There’s no point in looking, not when you’re facing away and all you can see are his hairy legs; admittedly sexy, but not what you’re after. The hands shake your flesh, like he’s testing a firm set of melons at the grocery store. He brings you down, rubbing the underside of his glans over your hole, a preview of what’s to come. Just like before, it still feels too big.

Greg seems to sense that, actually, and one hand grabs the bottle again, popping it to squeeze a little more between your cheeks. The lube runs down, and Greg holds you steady with one hand as he moves his cock with the other. Sticky noises, oiled flesh on oiled flesh, echo underneath you as the head moves down. You force yourself to breathe. It’s a different angle, with gravity assisting you, with your legs in control.

The head pushes against your hole, spreading as the sphincter resists yet again. You let your body rock back as Greg leverages himself into you. “That’s right, that’s good, nice and slow, let daddy get in nice and slow,” he murmurs.

Slow will only get you so far, though. Biting your lips has been bad in the past, and you can’t hold onto anything but the bedsheets. Taking a deep breath, you force your body to relax as you push and force your muscles to give way, giving yourself just enough of a second to take in the girth of Greg’s cockhead before it slides into your ass. ‘Slide’ is accurate, slick and fluid and with as much grip as your hole will allow. All the same, the size and the pain is still absolutely there, the intensity of a fat, firm dick pushing into you. The edge of his head, with the skin pushed back, almost locks himself inside of you as you let out a soft moan, almost a whine, involuntary and satisfied. You can feel Greg pushing you apart, stretching out the soft walls, one inch at a time. There’s no vibration, but there’s the implication of throbbing, the blood rushing to your bodies’ most erogenous zones.

Both hands move towards your hips as Greg growls  and holds you in place. Even with you on top, he’s still in control. The man adjusts himself under your legs, spreading until he’s in the best position he can be to get up in you. But now’s not the time for thrusting, both of you know that. It took a bit to get him inside, and yes, you know he wants to wreck your hole, but not if it’s gonna hurt you.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight, boy, my good boy, taking daddy like a champ,” Greg says, husky and shaking and as full of lust as you are. “Daddy’s gonna get all up in you. Ride daddy’s cock, good boy…”

You brace yourself against the sheets, getting your back in place as both your steady breaths fill out the room. His vocals are deeper, yours more measured, and you know you want it all in time. Every part of you is ready for him, even though you’re not quite all the way hard; the dripping from your own cock onto the bedspread is enough to show that yeah, you’ve been milked a little from the sheer thickness. Once he goes into motion, it’s possible your prostate will bear the brunt of it. But hey, he’s still giving you control over how you want this. The stench of sweat begins to rise from between his thighs. It’s time to get the ball rolling.

>> Hilt yourself all the way, then see where things go from there. >> Start rocking at this depth, build up to the main event. >> Pull out, then go back in, get used to the size and tease him a little.

[Voting is over! > PART 22]

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A quick pause!

I got some graduate school work, some other sideblog work, and a cheesecake to make. Busy busy busy! So, when we get back, we’ll break the tie and decide: how are you gonna try to get everything squared away?

Be well, everyone <3

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PART TWENTY: WORDLESNESS

[Part nineteen]

It’s a wavelength. It’s an idea. It’s that little spark that flies between you and links you together somehow. As soon as you bring yourself up, Greg’s mouth is already open, and his tongue meets yours with that same gentleness that you were thinking of without actually saying it. With the man warm underneath you, you lean into the kiss and hold him in the quiet of the room, two sets of lungs pausing under the sound of gentle rock.

The sexiness takes precedent, though, you could have guessed as much. The way that he’s still fucking you with that nice little dildo is enough to show. It’s more than enough, still a lovely buzz inside of you, still a wonderful exercise. The bottom that you thought you were is coming back out now, confident enough to start rocking your hips and doing it yourself. But, as one hand grabs your ass in warning, the other still holds you down to the dildo. Greg is in charge, no question. Not much you can do but revel in the kiss.

But that’s easy to do, isn’t it. He’s a sea of body heat, easy to hold onto as you pull your lips to and fro, and he does the same in like kind, almost amused. The tongues are only beginning to talk to each other again, a silent check-in to ensure that yes, yes you are very much ready for this, yes you want to taste him, yes you want to feel his facial hair pricking your own shadow. The tongue is a memory now as he uses it to pull you in closer, the tip tugging your lip, demanding as much as you can give him.

Returning sounds make you shudder on top of him. His low growls rumble up from his throat like a volcano. You know he does want to fuck you again, just like he did before, but he has to keep that animal on a leash. And it’s understandable, but you can’t help but moan in like kind, gasping for a little bit of air, and your twin groans come together once more. The reverberation is distinctly masculine in the best possible way, with no baggage, no observers, just two iterations of the sounds of men, deep bestial noises that make you tremble as you ride the dildo.

He’s getting a little deeper, a little more aggressive, but not to the point where you could actually call it ‘aggressive,’ not like before. The speed at which Greg’s loosening you is certainly greater than before, enough to make you whine into his growls, and he grunts louder now as your tongues play together. The girth of his muscle pulls you in, entwining as drool seeps out from between the locked lips and drips into his goatee. Greg uses the toy in time to the music, rolling penetration on-beat, before occasionally surprising you with a deeper dive. You can barely hear the buzz, but you can feel it and feel the change in frequency as it sinks into you.

Maybe you’re ready. God, are you? You want to feel ready. Daddy’s got your ass in both hands, using it and squeezing it ferociously in like kind. If Greg wants it, he isn’t saying it, but his body is making the motions that his mouth can’t, not with your tongue in it already. You wiggle back as you kiss, and he grunts in return, digging his fingers into you. It’s impossible not to want it right now. Your balls are begging you for some sort of release, and if you go back home and masturbate without cumming in this room, with this man inside of you, then you know your orgasm will be morbidly disappointing. It’s the moment, always, the moment that makes the climax worthwhile. Perhaps it’s selfish. Perhaps you can just masturbate together. But it’s worth trying again.

You pause the kiss and draw up, two open mouths close to each other. You say that you want it, barely verbal, words dripping from your lips like the sweat down your spine. Greg listens with closed eyes as you tell him how much you’re ready, how you want to try again. He doesn’t sigh, or grimace, or even smile as he opens his eyes to you. With a steady arm, Greg switches the toy off and gently tugs it out from where he’s lodged it up in your hole; a shudder runs through you.

“I know you want it, baby boy,” he whispers. The hand that held the toy vanishes to the side for a moment, and your stomach knots up as you hear the sound of it grabbing the lube bottle. There’s the wheeze of the air, a pause, and then Greg’s arm starts to move as wet, schlking sounds fill the air. “I know you want it. Show me.”

>> Try to ride it facing him and his belly >> Turn around, and go reverse cowgirl >> Get off to the side, try and coax him over

[Voting is over! > PART TWENTY-ONE]

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PART NINETEEN: GOOD VIBES

[Part eighteen]

Even though your mouth is slightly full, you know the muffled question reached him. It’s always interesting to see Greg blush, or at least look a little caught off-guard. “A-actually, yeah, I do,” he murmurs. “I got so caught up I didn’t even think about them. Well, one for now. Seemed like a little extra, eheh.”

Extra what, is the question. You raise your eyebrows, and Greg sighs softly through his nose. “You know, you see someone on here who’s got rope and straps and a whole rig they wanna set up. Didn’t know how much you expected.” Just you, that’s all. “Ha. Well, you’re sweet, I’ll give you that. But you already knew that, didn’t you.”

Now it’s your turn to blush. Greg gently rolls to the side to push your off to the bed, and you lie back obediently as he leans over. One quick kiss is all that passes for the moment, a silent I’ll be right back, a gentle little reminder. It’s not quite romantic but it’s loving in the way that any hookup can be loving. As he pushes himself off the bed, you check your lower lip and pull out a hair, wiping it on the side of the mattress. Body hair is wonderful as long as it stays on the body, that’s for sure.

You watch and rub yourself from the bed, your hands tucked between your legs, pressing your sore erection against your stomach as Greg walks back over to his overnight bag. A few seconds of rummaging and tugging later and he’s back with a small velvet-like bag. He stops and picks up the lube from where he dropped it, trying to hold everything as he opens up the bag as well. It’s an odd pouch for the vibrator, but it’s definitely fancy. You recognize it from your time wandering sex shops, all the times you’ve balked at the price tag. Seriously, who has that kind of money? Single queer dads, apparently. Greg smiles down at you, tossing the fancy bag back in the vague direction of his belongings.

“Scoot ya toot, kid.” You let the laugh bubble up, a natural giggle as you let him back onto the bed. He chuckles at his own little gag, lying back on the bed. With the dildo in one hand and the bottle in the other, Greg gets comfortable, letting out a larger sigh through his mouth. Turning his head, he nods. “Come on up, get on daddy’s belly. Gimme a bear cuddle.”

They’re simple orders, but you still have to pause before you can work out the image of exactly what he’s asking of you. Cautiously, though, you crawl around and get physically on top of him, laying down and hugging the man. He’s as warm as the first time you hugged, and you can easily slide your hips down until his erection warms your thighs. But that’s not why you’re here. Greg’s shushing you even though you’re not saying anything, little mouth movements to get you lower. Hair and skin rub against you as you lie down, as if you’re about to nap on top of him. Maybe once this is all over. Maybe.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers. You close your eyes. This is all going by touch now. The man holds your ass in one hand, pulling at the cheeks, tugging it and massaging it gently for his own pleasure as much as it is for your relaxation. The muscles still tense up involuntarily, but you’re both breathing in tandem, softly, to a point of calmness. If there is a power dynamic still, if your submissive horniness is occupying any part of your brain, it’s somewhere grumbling in the back, pissed that your body can’t handle the thickness.

A toy though, well, that’s a little easier. Even someone inexperienced could take something like that. It’s barely thicker than one of Greg’s fingers, but long and ergonomic, designed for pleasure. The man still goes slowly, though, running his hands up and down your back as your legs spread out to either side of his body. The lube starts off gently, a dollop on your backside, right onto the hole. Greg lets the bottle go and rubs with his free hand, like he’s massaging moisturizer into your skin. It’s water-based, if you had to hazard a guess, to be compatible with the toy. His fingers draw away, and you know he’s slicking up the toy with his hand movements, because neither one is touching you right now. When he finally starts it up, the sudden sound of the buzzing makes you jump a little, and Greg chuckles at the little twitch. “You’re okay, baby. Let daddy do the work.”

The penetration is gentle, and doesn’t happen all at once. Greg rubs and opens you with one hand, pulling the skin apart as he uses the other to insert the toy. The vibrating sensation is more or less exactly what you’d expect, except far more concentrated, far more powerful. If your cheap gel toy you had in college was a regular cup of coffee, this thing is a shot of espresso. Greg lets it slide in, breaking the rim easily, and you gasp despite yourself as the tip begins to slip past the ring. Your arms and legs tighten around the man as he kisses the side of your head.

He’s using the massager like an actual massager, pulsing it in and out, never exiting you but getting deeper with every motion back and forth. Greg lets his left hand hold your back, pressing you close to him, as his right fucks you with that fancy little toy. It slips back and forth against your walls, angled down towards the prostate, bent softly at the curve to hook inside your rectum and really get into the sensation. You’ve been fingered and teased before, but this is certainly different, and not at all unpleasant. It’s almost worth the money, and you know Greg’s getting his money’s worth right now. If you hadn’t been so rock-hard before, you might be dripping—or perhaps you are, still oozing gently onto the man’s belly underneath you. That’s the wonder of the love button, how well it responds to the pressure of a thick, black toy angled up against your body.

And thankfully, you’re feeling aroused again, more than aroused. It never stopped, but it’s not painful now, thank goodness. The rubs around your ring and the tender penetration are enough to make you forget why it even hurt in the first place. Yes, you know that Greg’s three times as thick, give or take, but that doesn’t matter. He’s grunting and humming underneath you, enjoying the teasing as much as you are. This is the daddy mood, holding you close and getting your hole ready. It’s a wonderful feeling, one that spurs your body to deeper desires…

>> Slide down and get a nipple in, too. >> Pull up and make out with daddy. >> Sit up, push back, and ride a little.

[Voting is over! > PART TWENTY]

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Sorry, folks, pause in the schedule.

Like I said on main, I'm in hour twelve of computer repair. We'll get back once things aren't as nightmarish.

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PART EIGHTEEN: NIP & TUG

[Part seventeen]

Double the pleasure, double the fun. As you gently pull your lips off of Greg’s nipple, pulling gently with your lips, you briefly wonder how he would treat two boys at once. Surely, once the two of you were ready, he could switch back and forth no problems. That’s the only issue with two bottoms, really, unless the other boy was more of a switch and Greg was more—well, it doesn’t matter for now. You’ve got a daddy under you, and that’s what matters.

The man makes no motion to stop you as you move your mouth over the breadth of his chest. Thin hairs, some graying and some still chestnut brown, graze your chin as you make your move. Of course Greg already knows where you’re going, and he hums under his breath as you nose the nub on the other side. Your left hand reaches up to steady yourself on his shoulder, and you have to pull yourself up to your knees, or almost up to there, with your right hand wrapped around the man’s body. He stops masturbating to hold you down to his chest with his left hand, as the right cups your buttocks.

“Mm, you like daddy’s tits?” Greg grunts. The hint of an edge is in his voice, the hard consonants of tits, but not quite where it was when he was spanking you. “Makes daddy feel good, real good. Suck ‘em like a good boy?”

Already you’re moaning just a little under your breath. There’s just something about them, the point of the pectorals, the meaty, lovely button that’s so easy to pleasure and so easy to love. Your lips enfold the flesh and tug, and you know what? It’s time to get a little cheeky, or maybe it’s just what a good boy does. The hand steadying on Greg’s shoulder comes down to his other nipple, and you curl your left pointer underneath, pressing down with your thumb like you’re crimping the edge of a pie crust. Immediately you can feel the man shudder underneath you. As much as your submissive side has come out tonight, there’s nothing quite like the feeling of making someone so big tremble with pleasure at the push of a button. It’s easy to suck and rub in like kind, tugging with fingers and lips alike.

“F-fuck! God, yeah, that’s...ooh, be gentle, baby, be gentle…”

This is about as gentle as you can get, but too much doesn’t feel that good; you just finished experiencing that first-hand. Keeping a steady pressure isn’t too hard, and it’s the consistency that makes it the most pleasurable, just like a normal massage, or a handjob, either one fits the bill. The massage at your back end is just as steady, gripping and pulling your cheeks apart. The finger is edging its way down towards the middle, but he’s keeping his distance still, not quite penetrating even though he wants to, probably. Each finger on the back of your head is doing its part as well, planting you firmly against the man’s nipple, forceful encouragement.

Gravity does its work well enough for you, and your right hand is free to roam once you raise it up and lean a little more onto Greg’s torso. The gut underneath you is strong enough to support a little leaning while your hand rubs around the base. Sweat and hair make trails, dark and matted, against the underside of the man’s belly where you can’t see. Sometime soon, you know you’re gonna have to get your face pushed under that again. For now, though, the turgid tip of Greg’s nipple is enough for your face for now.

The rest of you is getting some attention, but that’s not why you’re here. Determination fills you and your semi-hardon, and there’s gotta be a way to start the whole process over. You’ve left hookups before without sex, and it’s gone amicably before, nothing wrong with that. The real question is whether or not there will be things to keep you from a fate like last time. You gently bite down and close your eyes. Greg pulls at your muscles one more time with a deep sigh. When you look up, you can see his lower lip curling under his teeth for a second, the tongue rolling out over his skin. You tug on his right nipple one more time, and you can imagine, in that last little rugged gasp, there’s a mental connection, a tiny testament to what’s going to happen to you next.

>> Let him start a finger or two, nice and loose to start. >> Hint at some face-sitting, and get his tongue up in there. >> Ask if he brought any toys that could relax your muscles.

[Voting is over! > PART NINETEEN]

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PART SEVENTEEN: SPEAKING ‘N TONGUES

[Part sixteen]

“Hey, he finally admits that it hurts a little,” Greg says, and he tries to smile, shaking his head. Maybe you’ve finally gone from being hotheaded to merely desperate in his eyes. But you’re neither, really, right? You’re not begging—well, only a little—and you’re certainly not angry. As much as you hate to admit it, you understand the decision to pause. Pain aside, what would you have done as a daddy, seeing someone in pain? The fact of the matter is that there’s only so much, and you still can’t stop from wincing a little as Greg straightens up.

The man clears his throat, as if clearing his head along with it. “Let your legs down a bit. C’mon, kid.”

Greg drags himself to the pillows, grunting as he pulls himself up onto the bed and lies down again. Moving takes away from the pain just a little, but this isn’t exactly the oral experience you were suggesting. Fingers in the mouth is one thing, eating his ass, well, as lovely as that would be it’s a little kinky for the calming down, and he knows it. And his penis would taste like a lube-and-you cocktail, not exactly pleasant.

All the same, as you work out where you’re being led, you see Greg open up his right arm, gently curling his fingers to bring you inward. For some reason there’s something a little sexy about the aspect of cuddling, even in the cooldown period. Sure, why not. You come up into the crook of the man’s hairy arm, letting him curl around you as you bring your right hand up over his torso. It’s warm, it’s slow, and he’s still stroking himself softly. The sound of sliding skin is slightly more moist, and his wrist glides a little, assisted by the oil. For you, it’s here and there, but with hookups a nice lubed-up finish happens more often than not. As long as you’ve both got it, might as well use it.

“Here’s your distraction.” The hand around you moves up somewhat suddenly to the back of your head. You inhale sharply as Greg brings your face to his chest, holding you close. This isn’t a dominant grip, but it’s firm, fatherly, like how you would imagine that a mother cat picks up a kitten by the scruff of its neck. In a similar vein, your lips brush up against the nub of flesh. Greg’s got meaty nipples, distinctly hairy like the rest of his chest, not massive but certainly distinct; they wouldn’t poke anyone’s eye out but they’d stand out under a muscle shirt, perhaps. The thought of the man in a tight shirt almost takes away from the fact that your arm is around the width of his gut right now.

As the hand slides away from your head, the order’s in place, and there’s nothing else you can do but open your mouth. One arm is stuck underneath your side as the other holds on tight, and you close your eyes as you start to gently mouth the man’s chest. The erogenous taste of skin is purely psychological, and you know that, and it tastes wonderful anyway. Your own nipples are inconsistent when it comes to pleasure, but they’ve never been hard-wired. Greg’s entire body rumbles like you’ve send an earthquake of nerves through him, and he grunts, sliding his hand down your body. In this position he can’t quite reach your ass, but he can hold you if you’re curled up.

“There, that’s a good boy,” Greg murmurs. “That’s a gentle boy. Daddy’s not gonna hurt you. Daddy’s gonna make you feel good. Let it all go, okay? Just take a second, just be my good boy for a bit. It’s okay. It’s okay…”

The pain is ebbing away naturally from your hole, still stinging but only marginally, and the words are helping in their own way. Being daddy’s boy feels good no matter what kind of daddy he needs to be. The arm stroking and squeezing you is strong, comforting, bringing you closer as you’re latched on. The skin filling your mouth as you suck and kiss is tinged with salt, stress leaving the body, a precursor to all the pleasure that will be going into your body later. Fuzziness from the body and belly extends into a metaphor, into your heart. You probably needed this just to get away from that stretch, but Greg needs it more, to ensure that you’re in a good place to try it again. With your eyes closed, you can feel his breath slowing down even as his heartbeat remains the same; after all, there’s still a lot of bloodflow happening elsewhere.

Elsewhere. Elsewhere, hm… Well, maybe a couple more minutes of this is nice, but there are other places to go, aren’t there? You know where you can go…

>> Move to the other nipple across Greg’s chest >> Move your hand to his cock and take over the stroking >> Move up for a kiss and closer cuddle 

[Voting is over! > PART EIGHTEEN]

Just a quick update: to avoid burning with the hundred other projects I got going on, updates might take a couple more days from here on out. But, hearing you loud and clear, we’re going back to regular votes. Things might also get longer as we get closer to the...conclusion of things~ 

Thanks and congrats to @misteruniverse for your submission! There were a few good ideas in there. I chose this one because of its natural feel and the reaction that I felt would meet expectations.

—A.Q.

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Last check-in!

I’ll be sorting through the entries I’ve gotten so far, but a quick reminder for the people that have sent something in: please do do IN-CHARACTER. You’re free to do it again if you wanna make a quick edit. I like some of the options! Just gotta get stuff going.

This stuff’s hard, innit? Don’t worry, regular prompts coming back soon. School/work has been kicking my butt.

EDIT: “In-character” refers to first-person ( action, ’I look up at Greg and ask for __,’ or speech, “Why don’t you braid my butt-hair, Greg ol’ chum?”) suggestions.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

Abel Quartz, Bottom Magnet Esq. on Twitter

“Quick question about this week's prompt: is this something you're into? Or would you rather go back to the regular polls?”

Here’s a poll about this week’s prompt.

In general, is this something you’re into? Or do you want to go back to normal polls?