ChubbyDaddyAss

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I was so controlled about diet, exercise, study, and my physical appearance.  At the age of 23, I was a study in “repressed impulses and desires”.  Jeremy, who was 10 years my Senior, was in someways my polar opposite.  He embraced life, satisfying his desires and urges, and living for the moment.  We became unlikely friends of a sort.  I had assumed that he was exclusively heterosexual and yet, there was a comfort and intimacy which naturally unfolded between us.  We had met at the gym.  I was way “too serious” and Jeremy was always laughing, surrounded by friends, and skipping the parts of the training that were too tedious.  And yet,  I could not keep my eyes off of him.  He was soft, round and curvaceous, not like a woman, but like a man.  That later reality, caused me to sport an erection often when I was in his presence.  Jeremy sensed my sexual arousal and interest, probably before I even did.  He made the first move, a fact that totally aroused me. He unexpectedly invited me over to his place for a beer, and before the third bottle was downed, his huge soft ass was naked and practically in my face. “I think you and I may have the “same type bro. I love fucking fat women and always wondered what they felt like when I bred them.” His soft curvaceous incredibly sexy ass was inches from my face.  I grabbed his generous hips and pulled his ass to my face, inhaling deeply as my tongue found his crack.  The unmistakable scent of musk, sweat and his male taint overwhelmed and aroused me.  His big soft butt smelled like a “male locker room” and it was mine to taste, to eat, and to penetrate. Having spent years, repelled by feminine scents, pretending to not be, the “male in me” was unleashed.  My hungry lips and tongue bathed his moist long crack. My tongue instinctively found his asshole and I begin tracing it, moistening it, worshipping it.  “Damn dude, you are fucking making my butt feel incredible.”  Jeremy’s affirmation of my nubile skills encouraged me.  My tongue begin to gently probe.  As Jeremy moaned and arched his back up and back,  I was fairly certain that my cock was not the first one to “fuck” his well-fed and deliciously tasting and formed ass.  I  also knew that this was what I had always wanted.  I needed a piece of ass, just like any other guy; and that thought was healing and liberating.  I was hard and wet.  My face smelled of male ass and my wet and excited mushroom head slowly began to loosen and open his very tight and very warm asshole. So this is what getting laid actually felt like, I thought. No pretenses, no regrets just my excited cock pursuing what it always desired. As Jeremy let out another moan, as his ass muscles grabbed and pulled my cock further into his hole,  I smiled thinking that I had a lot of lost time to make-up for, in what was likely to become my “new obsession”; the pursuit of older and plump and ripe male ass.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All pretend characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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Horny Dad’s Secrets: I was shamelessly “bating the young man” and I knew it. “Why don’t I just jump in the shower and you go get us some beers out of the refrigerator and we can talk more.” As it turned out, the young man was 23 years old, and the Son of a long ago “college crush” that I had maintained minimal contact over the years. As I opened my flannel shirt, treating the young man to a view of my succulent nipples, soft chest, and wide belly, mindful that I was not wearing any underwear, I detected the unmistakable arousal and hunger in Chad’s eyes. “Seriously, there’s beer in the fridge, I just need to shower off, and we can head out and grab some dinner.” Chad had arrived two hours earlier to his home. The young man was on a “journey of sorts”. I remembered the telephone conversation weeks earlier with Chad’s father, who in retrospect was “kind of a dick”. “Chad just broke up with his girlfriend and is going through a rough time. He landed his first job not too far from where you live, and I thought it might be nice if you looked out for him during the transition.” I smiled as I looked over at Chad. Chad was actually staring at my nipples, and I could see that he might already be sporting an erection. Chad resembled his Dad, but was “much hotter.” Ginger haired, with some freckles, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and a butt that had obviously been squatting repeatedly, and most likely, in response to repressed and unfulfilled sexual needs, I dropped my flannel shirt, and turned so that Chad could survey the landscape of my broad back, and soft round full ass. I could feel the young man’s eyes bore into my ass and turned at exactly the right moment. Chad blushed. I persisted, “Seriously, get me a beer, and yourself one too and we can continue talking.” I loved capitalising on the normality of “guys continuing to talk while they were naked and showering”, mindful of the sexual tension between us that had existed from the moment that Chad arrived. I remembered the warm embrace at our initial greeting and how Chad did not pull away when I pulled him into my soft body. As I soaped my body under the warm water, I recalled that Chad’s father’s cock was the first that I had ever sucked. Under the pretence of one too many beers, Chad’s father offered up his cock for servicing. I had had such a crush on Chad’s Dad and enthusiastically kissed, tasted, licked, sucked and swallowed his tasty cock twice that night. His Father moaned in pleasure as he filled my mouth and coated my throat with the first taste of sperm that was not of my own making. I had thought, at the time, that it would be the beginning of a relationship and was crestfallen, that instead it was the beginning of a distance that had hence defined our relationship across these many years. As I heard Chad walk back into his bedroom, I called out. “Bring my beer in here Sport….”. I was already semi-aroused, and instinctively knew that the thickness of my cock and its lengthening would not go unnoticed by the young man. Horny Dads and Curious Sons,  I thought, have a way of finding one another, and in this case, with some unconscious help from a most unlikely source. Chad walked into the bathroom, averting eye-contact and handed me the beer. “Thanks Sport. You need a shower too before we head-out?”. Chad looked at me, deeply and with a longing that I recognised. “Let’s not waste the water, c’mon join me” I opened the shower enclosure and nodded the young man in. Chad smiled and undressed in a flash. The young man’s body was smooth, tight, and exquisitely muscled. Chad was already erect; his cock was even more desirable than that of his father from so many years back. Chad hesitated and took a step forward, “Never done this Sir.” I took Chad by the hand and drew him towards me, “Well let’s make this especially memorable for you than Son.” And with that, I was kissing Chad and pulling him under the warm water, repeating our first hug, only this time, we were both nude and hard. I pressed my lips and then my tongue into the Chad’s warm and wet mouth. Chad whimpered and then yielded and then began to kiss me passionately back in response. My hands wandered over the young man’s firm smooth body as Chad’s hands did  the same over my body, first tentatively and then with a curiosity and force that nearly took my breadth away. Chad’s hands trembling at first, became more confident. Chad whispered “Your tits are so sexy” as he began to fondle each in turn. Chad’s lips and tongue followed his hands as he begin sucking on my nipples. It was now I that was moaning. “Nurse on my tits Son, there all yours”. The encouragement seemed to egg him on, as his tongue licked, sucked and softly bit on my engorged nipples.  And then, we were kissing again with an urgency.  My hands found his hefty thick cock as his hands were fondling  my big round ass. I whispered, “Your Dad told me that you just broke up with your girlfriend.” With a devilish smile he responded, “I need to get laid”. I stuck my ass back into his hand and his deft fingers begin probing and poking my moist tight asshole. With a devilish smile I responded, “Well I think you are going to get laid this afternoon.”  And with that  comment, we both started laughing and relaxed into the exiting intimacy that was growing and unfolding between us. Both clean and horny, we toweled each other off, as we teased one another’s cocks with our lips and tongues.At one point, Chad was on his knees, as I towered over him, sniffing, kissing, tasting, licking , sucking and swallowing my cock reminiscent of the way that I had done to his Father’s  cock so many years back.  My asshole was dilating, I needed to “be fucked”.   I pulled him up from his knees and slowly led him to my king sized bed.  I laid on my back, spreading my thighs wide and pulling my knees up.  Chad kneeled between my thighs with authority and confidence, as he gently lifted my legs and begin to massage and probe my hot responsive asshole. I fondled my heavy tits in response.  Chad whispered,  “This is what I have always wanted…”.  I looked him deep in the eye,  “Breed me Son,  fuck me…”. Chad’s wet cock head begin pressing against my ready asshole.  I could feel his warm precum, as his the head of his cock pressed slowly inward.  His thick mushroom head pushed its way into me.  I gasped at the pain, as a wave of simultaneous pleasure flowed through my body as I felt his hardness slowly fill me.  Chad’s face looked so incredibly happy,  “You feel amazing Dad….”  I gripped his tight and hard buttocks,  “Fill me up Son,  I need your cock and sperm.”  Chad pushed his full length in, the pain gave way to ecstasy as we begin moving together as one. HIs thrusts were long and deep, our eyes were locked, his hands were milking my cock as we fucked, as mine were pulling his tight buttocks deeper and harder. Chad bellowed, “Take my cock Dad, it’s always been only for you”.  And deep in my heart, I knew his words to be true. And as he shot his first load deep into my ass, as my cock unloaded all over my belly, I realized that his Father had sent his Son to be the lover to me , that he had always wanted to be,  and with that there was an intense momentary feeling of both forgiveness and love  for Chad’s Dad, as his Son’s warm creamy sperm claimed it’s rightful place deep in my ass.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I joined for  him a beer at his suggestion.  Everything about how he was positioned on the lounge chair aroused me.   He had a wry smile, as he lifted his left ankle onto his knee.  It was as if he was presenting his thick thighs, and ass and crotch to me for inspection.  I smiled back; he had passed my erotic inspection months back when I first met him.  I was 24, and he was at least twice that.  I had become fast friends with his eldest Son earlier that summer.  In retrospect, the only thing that kept that friendship developing, was my intense attraction to his Father.  His words interrupted my obvious hungry staring at that space between his balls and his asshole.  “Tim’s not here.  Won’t be back for several hours.  It’s just me here alone and some beer.  Help yourself to one if you like.”  I focused on each word, “me here alone.” “several hours”, “help yourself.”  “Thanks Mr. Campbell.  A beer sounds great, it’s so friggin hot.”  ”  I was intentional about each word that I uttered, and he responded in turn as I reached for a beer.  “Damn Hot for sure…” Our eyes were locked, “Hot as hell.  Been sweating my balls off.”  The imagery was more than I could handle.  I felt a stirring in my groin as I imagined his sweat pooling in his underwear.  “Might be cooler inside?!”, my mouth caressed the lid of my just opened beer; intentionally and slowly.  Mr. Campbell’s gaze was intense, focused on my lips “Inside…or out of these shorts.”  I nodded my head,  “Or both.”  He looked puzzled, or perhaps not.  I felt my voice shake, “Both out of those shorts and inside.”  He smiled,  “You would like that Son.”  It was a statement, not a question.  I nodded yes, aware of my erection pushing against my own shorts.  “Looks like you may be hot too, Son.”  His eyes found my erection. “Hot for some Dad.”  He smiled, “And here I thought that you were sucking off my Son.”  I relaxed into the comfort of our developing intimacy,  “Not my type Dad.”  He opened his thighs, took a long swig of his beer,  “And what is your type Son?”  I blushed,  “Sitting right in front of me.”  There was a pause that seemed like eternity.  “You sure, Son?”  I smiled,  “You’re the only reason I’ve been hanging out with your Son.  Been thinking about this moment for weeks.”  He smiled back,  “Okay than, let’s get it done then.”  He took a long swig, and I mirrored him.  The beer was cold and refreshing, the moment between us so very hot.  He stood up.  I noticed that he too was hard.  He was at least four inches shorter than me, and yet, he had such a command as he walked towards the sliding glass door.  I noticed his bald spot, his wide full ass, and the sensual curves of his love-handles.  My asshole instinctively dilated.  His hand reached for the sliding glass door, and he looked back at me,  “You sure?”  I stood up and followed him into his house, and before he could ask me again, I hugged him from behind.  My lips found his neck, my cock pushed its way forward into the small of his back, and my hands found his soft pliable tits. I could hear his breath,  he whispered,  “I haven’t a cock since college.”  His whispered admission fuelled my lust, as well as, my imagination.  I turned him around, my lips found Dad’s.  It was gentle, tender, I could taste the beer, feel his wetness and his warmth.  I imagined the sweat pooling around his balls and settling into the crevice of his asshole.  It too, would be warm and wet and very tight.  I kissed him more passionately as my hands cupped his big buttocks.  Dad responded passionately and equally assertively.  His large hands cupped my small upturned buttocks as he pushed his hard cock into my groin.  Our lips and tongues were hungrily exploring one another, as our hands revealed our desires and intent.  He growled and moaned,  “I also haven’t had an ass since college.”  I smiled, and pushed my butt into his big hands.  “Well today, is your lucky day Dad, cock and ass just for you; only for you.”  He took my hand, confident now of our shared desires and needs,  “Well let’s get you up to my bed where we both belong.”  My hand in his,  I was his Son, he was my Dad, and together we would make his marital bed ours.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I was more than happy to join his team at work.  Mr. Phillips was a no-nonsense kind of leader who demanded your full attention and results that would exceed his expectations.  Some thought of him as a bit of a “tyrant” and resisted working with him.  I, on the other hand, always felt simultaneously aroused and intimidated in his presence; the perfect recipes for fuelling my lust.  It was rumoured that he had been divorced twice, and that perhaps the “lack of pussy” made him a bit of a prick at work.  Such rumours made me even more horny as I saw an opportunity to provide him with needed relief in a way that might improve the entire office environment while also filling me consistently with the Dad cock and semen which I crave.  And so it was, that we had our first meeting, and I was not at all disappointed.  There he sat lumbering back in his chair,  one leg rested on his desk, affording me an inviting view of his Dad bulge, thick thighs, and ample belly.  He barely lifted his eyes from the keyboard resting on his knee.  It aroused me that he did not bother to notice by presence, and yet, continued to shoot me the kind of view of his man spread that made me even more intent on becoming his cock-worshipping Gay Son.  When he finally looked up, he had to notice my eyes traveling slowly  from the soles of his shoes, up his trouser legs where they paused at his crotch, before traveling up the pleasing expanse of his dress shirt.  His voice was gruff, “So you will be joining my team today, I hear.”  I hesitated drawing my eyes away from his left nipple and up to his eyes.  They were blue-grey, steely, rough.  “Yes Sir..” I said it a bit too eagerly, in view of his reputation around the office, and yet, I sounded like the “horny faggot” that I was “in heat” for a piece of his ass.  Mr. Phillips proceeded to rapidly lay-down his expectations.  He was a bit of a “prick” in both tone and content, yet even that, was strangely arousing. He made mention of the long hours, his lack of tolerance for excuses and underperformance, and the potential of great rewards should I exceed expectations.  I was mesmerised. Every ounce of my spirit wanted to “please and serve this man”.  I had been a college athlete and had many demanding mentors and yet, somehow, in this office, at this moment, was the Dad that I had always dreamed about.  It was disconcerting yet also validating.  This would be my place.  I would excel and succeed and make this man proud of me.  And so I did, for weeks upon weeks.  His disposition did not change much, and yet, there were more and more late night meetings, scattered words of praise, and finally invitation to have a scotch after work to celebrate a banner quarter for he and his team.  I knew I was the “star”, an all too familiar feeling from college and high school ball.  And over that scotch, a moment occurred, distinctive like no other.  I heard him, the content and the innuendo, “Guys like us Tim, need to work harder, longer and better than anyone else.  We are in a jungle.  Any weakness and we are done.”  There was a rare moment of extended eye-contact.  It was his eyes that now seemed pleading, needing.  I realised that this “twice-divorced” hot Dad, desired the same things that I did.  Dad was a fag too, and wanted a piece of my ass as much I wanted a piece of his.  And so we ordered another scotch.  I invited him back to my apartment.  By this point, he had allowed his eyes to travel over my lean torso and long legs as mine traveled over his thick torso and thick legs.  Before my apartment door closed, Dad and I were all over one another.  Both men pursuing the cock, balls, pits, feet, thighs, cracks, cheeks and holes that we needed.  We were equals; Dad and Son, horny men who desired what the other had.  He luxuriated in my youth, my vigor, my natural athleticism, as I got-off on his thickness, softness, and masculinity.  I loved how he had been married twice, and yet, now was licking, sucking, and eating both my cock and ass as if his life depended on it, as I was indulging in the same.  We were 69-ing comfortably, naturally, passionately when I exploded deep into his mouth and throat.  Dad swallowed my cum, moaning in delight, he was a cock-sucker just like me.  We were the same, Father and Son, sharing secret carnal pleasures.  A few moments later, Dad creamed my mouth.  I swallowed and moaned like him, preserving enough of his cum in my mouth so that I could savour his taste.  My Dad’s sperm was my lifeline, my source of strength and courage in a sometimes hostile world.  We were safe harbour to one another.  He spent the night in my bed, we spooned, cuddled and kissed, each of us being hard at one point taking a moment to rub our cock-head across one another’s warm pucker in anticipation of the fucking that would ensue as our relationship deepened.  And it did, at work and beyond.  We were a “high-flying” unbeatable team, earning praise and fiscal rewards together.  He remained hard and distant at work, driving and competitive, and yet, in our bed, at his home or my apartment, we were tender and passionate lovers, best-friends and Dad and Son in pursuit of the only “ass and cock” that either of us needed.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  I really felt bad for him.  He was in the middle of a messy divorce from my older sister.  She had done him wrong by having an affair with her very handsome and very fit Yoga Instructor.  She was always complaining about my brother-in-law’s massive weight gain and my sense was that they had existed in an asexual relationship for years.  My brother-in-law, Steve, was really a totally nice guy.  His premature balding and thick girth had always appealed to me, and he never had any problems with the fact that I was gay.  I was 24 and a personal trainer, so it did not surprise me when Steve asked if I could work with him to help him lose some weight and get fit.  I had assumed that he was worried that being “recently single” and “out of shape” would make dating and mating difficult.  Steve had outfitted a home gym of sorts, and I agreed to help him out. We set some initial goals and I started visiting him three days a week. He was an eager and hard-worker, who quickly worked up a sweat.  I loved watching him perspire and his distinctive masculine scent of musk, piss, testosterone and sweat soon aroused me.  I took every opportunity to breathe in deeply as I trained him and spotted him from every angle.  His ass was massive and I could also tell that his balls were heavy and round.  I started wearing more and more revealing lycra shorts as we trained.  I was hopeful that he would be noticing the lift and roundness of my ass while I in turn was inhaling his masculinity and perving out over his thickness.  One afternoon on a particularly hot day, I casually took off my shirt and encouraged Steve to do the same.  I could sense how self-conscious he was; perhaps intimidated by my tone and fit torso, and yet, I persisted.  As he lifted his shirt over his head, I took in his massive softness and hairiness.  He stood there a bit self-consciousness and yet there was something else there on his face.  He was looking at my torso, as I looked at his torso.  There was an erotic shyness in his gaze.  I heard my voice,  “You are such a man Steve.  My sister was a fool.”  A wry grin enveloped his face.  I continued,  “I mean it.  If I had a man like you to come home to every night, I would be in heaven.”  His silence was difficult to read, and yet, his hands went into his gym shorts, as he looked down.  My eyes followed his as I knelt in front of him.  I breathed in deeply.  I could smell his cock and his balls.  I was staring up at him.  My hands slowly reached up to the waist band of his green shorts.  He smiled and nodded, as I pulled his shorts down.  He was wearing an athletic supporter, stretched wide around his waist.  The pouch was filled with his balls, and wet.  My face went to that pouch as I inhaled again.  I felt his hands on the back of my head tenderly stroking and encouraging me forward.  I needed no encouragement as my tongue began to slowly taste my brother-in-law’s sweat.  His cock was growing as was mine.  He lifted me up and pulled down my tight Lycra gym shorts with confidence.  I stood naked before him.  “You are beautiful Tommy.  So damn beautiful.”  Our lips found one another.  He was dominant and passionate and my lips and tongue responded in turn.  He was the kind of husband that I had always wanted, and that afternoon, I demonstrated to him with my mouth, lips, tongue, cock, and anus the service that a “real man” like him deserves.  To my delight, we have continued to train three times a week together followed by incredibly erotic mutually satisfying sessions in his king sized bed. Over time, my Sister noticed the improvement in Steve’s attitude, which she kindly attributed to our work-out sessions.  She mused,  “Whatever you are doing with Steve, be sure to keep it up.”  Turns out getting laid three times a week is good for the soul as well as the cock.

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Gay Boi’s Secrets:  Every cock hungry gay Son knows that the best place to find some Daddy meat for the weekend is in the grocery store on Friday night.  Inevitably,  you will find plenty of stocky Dads  shopping for the weekend.  My latest  Dad find was Mr. Owens. Ironically,  Dad was pondering meat choices, as I was checking out his huge beefy ass and his generous middle-age executive spread.  I just could not miss the opportunity to make my way to the same meat case.  “Need some help!?, I pleasantly chirped.  “Excuse me?!”.  I took in the wide expanse his his bely, his big hands, grey beard, and receding hairline. “It looked like you were having trouble deciding what to eat tonight”.   He warmly laughed.  Our eyes briefly met.  “You got that right. Not used to cooking for myself.”  I noticed the lack of a wedding band, and thought that Dad might be recently divorced.  “Maybe I can help.  I am a great cook.”  Our eyes met again.  “That would be nice”  he responded.  “Well it looks to me like you are a “steak and potatoes kinda guy.  I suggest the tenderloin, with some fresh asparagus and a loaded bake potato”.  The thought of filling his belly with such ample provisions and helping to stretch his belly a bit more aroused me.  He smiled, and his eyes tentatively looked me over.  I was hoping that my freshly showered, groomed and just worked-out lean college body caught his notice.  I always meticulously groomed and dressed a bit seductively when I was prowling for Dad cock at supermarkets on Friday night.  “I love your suggestion, Son, but unfortunately, I have little talent in the kitchen.  I will probably need to settle for some hamburgers”.  Our eyes met.  I loved that he referred to me as “Son” and felt my already aroused cock stiffen a bit more.  “Well, you might be in luck Dad.  I love to cook.  You buy the provisions for us, and I’ll cook for us both”.  He initially looked puzzled.  Perhaps slipping in the word “Dad” was premature.  “Are you sure?  You don’t even know me”.  I smiled,  “Well, I assume that you are recently divorced and used to having a wife cook for and take care of you.”  He smiled, “Damn straight.”  I continued, “So I figured the least I could do is offer to cook you a meal”.  Together we filled his grocery cart.  I followed him back to his apartment.  It was a spare and lonely one bedroom condominium on the outskirts of town.  He poured me a glass of wine and took a beer for himself, and I made my way to his kitchen.  We pleasantly talked, our conversation was natural and easy.  He was recently divorced; the father of three grown children who was “figuring out” what it was like to be single again.  He was successfully employed,yet reeling by his change in financial circumstances post divorce.  He was also feeling old, overweight, and unattractive. It was my moment to intercede,  “Well, I think you are very hot!”  He was taken aback, but not my much.  I heard him say  “I thought you might be gay!”  I playfully responded, it was a risk, but also an opportunity.  “Damn straight, totally gay and exclusively attracted to older stocky guys”.  There was a pause and a silence.  He blushed and said, “Not very good in the kitchen Son, but I can handle my own well in the sack, if you are interested.”  We ate dinner hurriedly and made our way to his king size bed.  It was only his second time having sex with a man.  The first time was in college before he got married. His body responded to the delicious attention that I afforded his hairy arm pits, his soft and full chest and belly and  his thick inner thighs.  He was overwhelmed by my physical attraction to him and the tender way that my lips, tongue and mouth begin feeding on his stocky and round Dad bod. He was at first reluctant to touch me, but as his cock hardened, he could not deny his arousal.  I whispered in his ear that from the moment I first glanced his big beefy ass in the supermarket and his wide soft belly that all I could think about was being underneath him making love.  Our eyes met.  He flipped me on my back and positioned his body on top of mine and our lips began to hungrily savour one another.  He followed the natural scripting of his heterosexual life as he begin to pleasure my nipples as his stiff dick begin humping and rocking.  I took his large hands and moved them gently yet authoritatively down to my asshole.  His fingers naturally explored and probed the entry that was designed and made for his cock.  He made love to me like I was a woman.  He was gentle, respective and attentive.  He wanted to insure that he was not hurting me as he slowly pushed his cock into my ass.  Fortunately, I had generously pre-lubed my asshole before my trip to the market.  It was a difficult entry, nevertheless.  It excited me to know that, in his mind anyway, he  was entering new virgin territory.  That thought excited me beyond compare as my ass relaxed and allowed the full extent of his cock inside of me.  His thrusts were initially slow and tentative.  He constantly sought reassurance that I was okay, which was incredibly endearing to me.  I whispered that he had an amazing cock and that I needed so badly to be fucked.  His confidence increased as did the depth and power of his thrusts.  His weight upon me, his cock impaling me, my slender legs wrapped tightly around his big beefy ass were all so incredibly exciting.  My cock was leaking precum.  Dad took notice, and begin gently stroking and rubbing my cock as he fucked me deeper and deeper.  I heard myself,  “Make me cum, Daddy!” And we both did, over and over that fateful Friday night comfortable in our new found roles with one another in his king sized bed.

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[mountainkosom]

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Gay Boi’s Secrets: It sure does help when a Dad knows exactly what you need and makes his shared desires known. I was 26 and he was pushing 65. I thought of him constantly from the first moment that I saw him move in down the street. I was still living with my parents and had had little opportunity to enjoy some cock and ass. I had just ended a long-term practically asexual relationship with my “girlfriend”, and was finally coming to terms with the fact that not only was I gay, but that also, I was almost exclusively attracted to husky stocky older men. When I first saw Mr, Curtis in his front lawn wearing a short pair of shorts which left little to the imagination, I knew that I needed to be on my knees between his thick thighs worshipping his cock. I had been jogging at the time, and made a u-turn so that I could check him out more closely. My attention and interest was so obvious and in response his hand comfortably moved to his packed bulge. I smiled, he nodded, and that was it, confirmation of our shared desires and interests. It was so easy, exciting, and reckless all at the same time. I walked up to him and offered my sweaty hand to him which he took into his much larger one. He was huge up close, stocky with a barrel chest and soft tits which I could see through his skin-tight flannel shirt. And Dad was packing, bulging. I licked my lips, moving my eyes from his eyes to his cock. “You need to suck.”, it was not a question, it was a statement of obvious fact. I nodded yes and followed him into his home, and then into his bedroom. He was unbuttoning his shirt on the way and unzipping his shorts. There would be no foreplay. I was a cocksucker there to suck his Dad cock. He settled onto his bed, with his shirt open and shorts open. His hand was on his bulge, “This is for you Son.” I knelt, it felt sacred and profane at the same time, as I mumbled, “Thanks Dad.”. My nose, lips, mouth, tongue and throat were relentless in my pursuit of his cock. In no time, he was hard, wet and moaning as I kissed, licked, sucked, and swallowed his thick stout cock and his hairy heavy balls. His eyes were closed, and yet one hand was gently stroking the back of my head, while the other was exploring the contents of my sweaty back. I had slipped out of my running shorts and jock, and had my own cock in my hand as I serviced Dad’s. He noticed my size and smiled approvingly. “Jerk off as you suck your Dad.” I was already doing such, and yet somehow hearing these words from him aroused me more. Dad was giving me permission to enjoy his cock and mine at the same time. It was the heaven I had been dreaming of made only more exciting when he murmured, “I am going to cum Son. I am going to fill your mouth with my cream.” And he did, I swallowed, and savoured the taste of his cum as it coated my mouth, tickled my tongue and flooded my throat. It was an elixir of love, life and sex. Dad was moaning as was I. He tasted of cock and warm brie. His final spurt coincided with my first. I was shooting my own cum all over the floor, farther and longer that I could ever remember. “Damn Son.” I felt complete as I was shooting my own load as I and recirculated Dad’s sperm over my tastebuds. Some of Dad’s cum was dripping down my face onto my chin, and I was so proud that I made my Dad cum and for the first time in my life, experienced a sense of true sexual pleasure.

[beefandsweat]

(via clydeebundy, clydeebundy, furrybellyfetish)

[hereisashyguy]

(via beefandsweat)

[brit2ps]

(via hereisashyguy)

Woof

[torn808]

(via brit2ps)

[sayinggoodbyeagain179-deactivat]

(via torn808)

Gay Boi’s Secrets:  With his weight, scruffiness and limited career success, Chad was never much of a “catch” when it came to the kind of pretty petite women that he was most attracted to.  He was always complaining about how “horny” he was and about “bitches” who were more interested in the size of his pay check  than the size of his cock.  We had been sharing an apartment for about a year.  He was messy, often late with the rent, didn’t pull his share with the chores, and yet, the sight of his stocky unkempt naked body made all this tolerable.  I am not sure when Chad realised that I was perving out over the sight of his body and sniffing his worn and stretched white briefs.  I certainly did not make it a secret that I was gay.  Unlike him, I was factitious, industrious, successful for my age, fit and toned, and fairly successful attracting other gay men.  He once jokingly said to me, after a somewhat effete young man whom I had just spent the night with at our apartment, “What you need Timmy is a real man’s cock…”  And he was right, I needed and wanted his cock and his soft, round, hairy ass and belly.  Chad lost his job, and became even more delinquent with the rent and lazier around the apartment.  Most of the time he was hanging out in his white briefs, watching television and bitching about broads.  And I was staring at his crotch, admiring the way his balls and cock filled his pouch, loving the comfort he had in his own body.  I heard my words,  “You were right Chad.  I need a real man’s cock.”  His smile was immediate, almost mocking, as he signalled me between his thick thighs.  “Damn Timmy, I was wondering when you would need to sniff, taste, lick and suck the real thing after a year of “getting off” on my underwear.”  I blushed crimson, and yet he was tender, permissive almost.  “No problem buddy, I thought it was kinda hot. Now come taste and suck the real thing.”  And there, I was on my knees as he stood and pulled his briefs down, that thick hairy cock and balls ready for me to bath, lick, smell, suck and swallow.  He looked down at me, his smelly briefs in his hand and he placed the pouch over my handsome face.  I inhaled deeply for effect and grabbed my own cock as I huffed.  His laugh was warm, never had a bitch want my cock so badly Timmy.  And I did, and he knew.  My tongue found the head of his cock and I lingered slowly as I wet his cock.  My tastebuds were alive with the first taste of his cock.  Like a fine wine, my fag tongue could detect the hint of piss mingled with sweat, musk, and an edge of cheese which was further accentuated by the scent of sweat, musk and male ass that my nose whiffed.  He was all man, real man; not some coiffed and cologned fag like me and I was moaning, whimpering, and in complete adoration as I tasted, licked and swallowed first his head, then his shaft.  Chad encouraged and reinforced my sucking and swallowing.  “Never had a bitch so hungry, so horny for my cock.”  My head was nodding, my eyes tearing as is cock was thrusting deeper into my throat.  I was gasping for air, as he pulled his thick cock out.  I felt the immediate emptiness which he alleviated by rubbing the head of his thick cock over my face tracing a line of pre-cum over my face.  “That looks good on your face Timmy.”  I eagerly nodded and he laughed again.  My hands begin to knead his soft, big, hairy ass. “I bet you want to put your face in their too Timmy…”. No sooner where the words out of his mouth, and before I could even respond, Chad turned his big soft hairy ass around pulling my face towards his butt.  My tongue arched and launched for his crack and hole.  Again I was moaning when my tongue made contact with his wet hairy flesh.  I inhaled deeply; musk and ass not tempered by any sweet smelling cologne; just a real man, thrusting his ass into my willing face.  “Damn Timmy, never had a bitch lick my hole..:”  And those words, made me tongue bath him with a vengeance.  Each time he moaned, the taste of his ass on my lips and the feel of his warm velvet inside, confirmed my place, and I was never so happy to be sexually satisfying a man.  I was stroking my cock and he was stroking his.  He was getting close and naturally turned, my mouth and throat opened to receive him and he was ready to fuck my mouth.  A “real man” fucking my “faggot mouth and throat”.  My fingers found his warm tight wet hole, and begin to finger fuck his butt as he fucked my mouth.  “Damn Timmy, you fucking me while I’m fucking you…”. He was gasping, thrusting, I was sucking, licking, probing and stroking my own meat.  He exploded deep into my throat, I pulled up and out a bit, so that my mouth could fill with his warm cream.  My tastebuds registered the warmth and taste of his semen as my own cock begin shooting.  We were cumming together, a man and his faggot, my overweight, lazy hung roommate and his socially superior, yet desperately hungry, gay roommate.  As I was swallowing, shooting, moaning and finger fucking, I knew that I would never ask him for a dime of rent again.  This would be how Chad would pull his weight around the apartment from now on, my asshole dilated, as I considered the future possibilities of our new arrangement.

[chubdadbutt]

(via hornyfordad69)

[chubbadmirer]

[hoosierchaser]

He is 69 and we love to 69

[gordosmayates2]

[chubdadbutt]

Mmmmm...beautiful ass that looks like it needs a good rim and fuck...👅🤤🍑

[thatonebigchub]

Ever have a big bellied coach fantasy? Jacked off to my fat PE teacher hundreds of times

[chubdadbutt]

Forget jacking off....I could barely hide my boner in my shorts during PE....always had to sneak off the locker room for a while....😍🤤

[a-mxchaser-guy]

[chubdadbutt]

Never figured my boss was a bottom.....but as my cum dripped out of his ass I told him he was the best bottom I had ever eaten and fucked....👅🤤🍑🍆

[coolzumba-deactivated20171012]

[silverbadbear]

Very nice

[scorpio-baby1-ho-ho]

I want to eat all of them

[sayinggoodbyeagain179-deactivat]

Gay Boi’s Secrets:  On the Seventh Day of Christmas, my Dad gave to me, Seven Tasty Asses posing,

Six  Santas Playing,

Five Loin-clothed Dads,

Three Husky  Bears,

Two  Older Brothers,

And an unforgettable first kiss under the mistletoe…

[naughtyguydurban]

[chubdadbutt]

Forgot to tell daddy I made some changes to his jeans...at first he was a bit shocked but by the time my face was between his sexy cheeks he didn’t mind at all.....👅🤤🍑

[bull60]

[chubdadbutt]

Love hiking with my daddy.....I always see the best views....👅🤤🍑

[starbuckstarbuck]

[chubdadbutt]

Mmmmm fuck this is soooo hot.....this is so perfect a hot sexy daddy in doggy ready to feel my tongue make love to his hole and then after getting it nice and wet sliding my cock deep into his ass....truly would be a perfect night...👅🤤🍑🍆