I rolled my eyes as usual. Mr. Patton was the official neighborhood Cool Dadā¢. He was that guy who couldnāt let his youth go, even as his mimicry of ourĀ slang and style became increasingly undignified. Much to Collinās chagrin, his father would neverĀ leave us alone.Ā
But while I took my part in mocking Mr. Patton with my buddies, Iād struggle to suppress an eager grin whenever he was around. Ridiculous as he was, I couldnāt deny that he was one Grade A DILF.Ā
As a kid, it had been just harmless lust, but as a young man it became much more. Every time Mr. Patton came around, Iād catch that look in his eyes when he glanced at me. He joked and chatted like usual, but not to me.Ā
I made an excuse. Faked a call from my mom or pretended to remember something I needed to doāI canāt quite recall.Ā
Fifteen minutes later, Mr. Patton had me on my knees servicing his fat daddy dick. The thoroughly unassuming suburban man had perhaps the meatiest slab of man flesh Iād ever seen, even in porn.
The blowjob was a formality, something to get his juices flowing, but I could never get my throat open wide enough to swallow more than a third of the man in my mouth. His true prize was my assāa tight hole he could frankly fuck as hard as he wanted.
Iād struggle, cry, and beg, but he knew Iād never say no.
He would do things to me that even asking his wife about would have ended in divorce. Even more surprising than this manās cock, was his creativity. He fucked me in ways and positions I didnāt even think were possible.
He simply bent me over his work table that day, planting his feet wide around mine and rubbing his swollen manhood over my ass. I moaned pleasurably, but I knew this was going to hurt. It always did.
When Mr. Patton was ready to start, he accelerated quickly. Five inches of his throbbing dick were inside me before I could even gasp for air. I cried out as he pushed inĀ another two inches, but he covered my mouth with a hand and continued his onslaught.Ā
HeĀ wasnāt fast so much as he was just relentless. I could fight him and I could beg him, but nothing changed his pace. Every inch of him was soon followed by another until I felt like my entire body was impaled by this perfect man.
Once he had me opened up, he was only just getting started. He fucked me as hard as he could until he was about to cum, pulled back and slowed down, and then slammed in hard again. Rinse and repeat.Ā
Few men could control themselves quite like Mr. Patton, and he could make a fuck last for hours. And he would.
He wentĀ until I was broken, a sobbing, moaning mass of flesh that simply took his cock without resistance. It was among both the best and worst moments of my life. That feeling of not being able to takeĀ another second, but never wanting it to end.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he finally quickened his thrusts to a frenzy. He thickened inside me. Mr. Patton began to pump yet another batch of his baby batter into me, thrusting all the way until the end, when he collapsed on top of me.Ā
Panting heavily as his cock continued to leak, he groaned,Ā āDamn, boy, you keep me young.ā I still didnāt know about that, but he certainly did fuck like it.
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