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Dad always got his on when he would wear the t-shirt I bought him. But he never brought home any of the boys who cruised him, just the daddies who would strike up a conversation with him. He loved watching another man nail me.
“Beat it kid,” he said loudly. “I’m on duty.” As I started to turn away, he added, in a much lower voice, “I get off duty at 2. Wait for me on the boardwalk to the parking lot.” Getting hooked into his circle of but-fucking lifeguards sure saved my summer.
He stopped the truck and leaned over the console. “Okay, kid, you didn’t come with me because you needed a ride. Now, tell me what you want from me. You’re gonna have to say it out loud.” I somehow summoned the courage to tell him, and he rewarded me for my honesty by fucking the hell out of me Just like I’d asked.
And do you know what he said to me?
He was crying and yelling at me after I came inside of his tight little boy hole. His warm, naked body running around the room in anger with our developing relationship as lovers. No longer just brothers.
He came back from the kitchen as calm as ever with a cigarette and asked me to light it for him. Once more, our bare bodies stood in front of each other.
And this boy, who only minutes before had been yelling and plotting his escape from me, said to me that he wanted to run away with me and never look back.
I love the taste of his mouth. He’s so young and fresh and innocent. Well, perhaps not so innocent; he’s not exactly virginal or unsullied anymore. When I found him he was relatively inexperienced and while I may not have been the first to fuck him I’m the first to explore and exploit his multiple Daddy issues. The way he gives himself to me now … so unconditionally trusting, so fearlessly submissive. It’s sweet actually.
I know he still struggles with guilt and shame over our secret affair, mostly from his religious baggage but it’s also because I’ve made him do things … and have done things to him … that make him feel dirty and ashamed.
At his age he’s driven mostly by his raging hormones, even though he never cums when I fuck him. He still screams like a stuck pig even though I try to be gentle with him. But the other part that can’t be ignored is he’s such a sub that it’s incomprehensible for him to think that he should cum during sex.
I eat his ass which he seems to enjoy but when I first sucked his beautiful cock it startled and confused him. He was limp the entire time. But now that he understands that it’s still all about me even when I’m sucking him he’s finally able to give me that sweet cum. Simply delicious.
He’s embarrassed by it and the way I hungrily consume it makes him feel … I don’t know … indecent perhaps. I love to twirl his wilting penis in my mouth while fingering his tiny hole. And then I make him kiss me with his cum still on my breath. He’s repulsed by it and his orgasm completely obliterates his libido. So when I fuck him … well … it’s very … very … real to him.
And that’s the part I enjoy the most. I want him fully present with me, present and aware of what’s happening. Satiated and spent, he feels every thrust more acutely and is mentally anguished when he feels me flood his womb with my cum. It’s not role play anymore. It’s not play at all; it’s very real.
Dad had some of his friends over to smoke cigars and play pool. I was hanging out, trying not to attract their attention so they’d keep telling dirty jokes. But I was also ogling Mr. Nicholson, the one they called Buzz. The rest of the men were gathered around the pool table watching Dad and Mr. Selden play, but Buzz was sitting alone. He looked like he was searching for a light, so I grabbed a box of matches and came over. “May I help you with that, sir?” I asked. He smiled and held the cigar to his lips. He maintained eye contact with me while he lit his cigar, and I couldn’t help but blush. “You’re a very respectful, boy, aren’t you, Teddy?” he said “Yeah, you’re the kind of boy who knows how to treat a man, aren’t you?” I just shuddered at the implications. He stood and shouted to Dad, “Hey, Tom, I’m going to take your boy over to my place to see my Mustang!” Dad said fine, just don’t give him a beer. We walked over to his garage and I saw his Mustang. In fact, I lost my virginity in that Mustang. After that I went to his garage many times to show him the respect a man like him is due.
You haven’t taken his pants down yet–let alone slid your cock deep into his anus, given his ass a taunting slap, his desperate erection a humiliating flick. But those moments of pleasure and domination are already yours to make happen. You’re already in his head. And the longer you take to complete your conquest, the longer you’ll have to enjoy the sight of him squirming as his secrets are explored and exposed.
Such a thrill for an Alpha when he breaks a boy for the first time!
A little brother has to learn to obey his big bro
It’s good to be a dad
If you’ve trained your sub right, even your touch should be enough to put him in a submissive state of mind.
Your smell, the sound of your voice, or touch
Pretty much any form of contact with me puts my regular subs in the proper state of mind. Touching a boy’s cheek or rubbing his head are ways to show I have control over his head and mouth. Think about it. Submissives rarely touch a Dom’s face or head.
Why fags exist…
because there’s no more powerful turn-on than a sobbing faggot. Or one desperately trying to hold it back….
Если пидор на плачет, то ебешь ты его неправильно.
I guess I was cruising him pretty hard, but can you blame me? He walked up to me and said, “If you want me to fuck you, it’ll be two hundred.” I assured him in no uncertain terms that I did, indeed, want him to fuck me, but I had nowhere near that kind of money, and considering that I only worked part time after school, I couldn’t get my hands on it, either. He just smiled and said, “Show me your ass.” I turned and pulled down my shorts. I was so glad I wore a jock strap, it frames my butt so beautifully. “Okay, he said, I’ll fuck you for whatever you’ve got in your wallet.” I just opened it and he took the contents, $43. I apologized and he laughed. “Don’t worry about it. I’m an independent contractor, I can set my own rates.” You might think that getting bred behind some dumpsters is sordid, but I treasure the memory.
I’ve got you.
“Hey, I recognize you! You’re Joe’s kid, aren’t you? I sure as hell didn’t expect to get cruised by one of my poker buddy’s kids! You’re turning out to be a little hottie, aren’t you? So, do you take it up the ass, or am I gonna be the first?” He was the first. He didn’t tell Dad, but he told most of the poker group. They were the second through sixth up my ass.
A face to obsess over… and I do.
Gently guiding my boy through his traumatic experience of … momentarily misplacing his I-phone. A daddy’s work is never done.
Daddy’s have such a tough job taking care of us boys, but we love them so much for always being with us through it all