The hands are gentle. He knows there’s no need to hold me tight as he slides His penis into my throat. He knows I won’t retreat. The hands are more for me, comforting me, encouraging me and letting me know I belong to Him.
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The hands are gentle. He knows there’s no need to hold me tight as he slides His penis into my throat. He knows I won’t retreat. The hands are more for me, comforting me, encouraging me and letting me know I belong to Him.
“Do you prefer being the big spoon or the little spoon?”
“How bout the middle spoon?”
Some men like their boys smooth. Maybe even the act of shaving their boy solidifies their dominance by removing some of their boy’s masculinity. That’s certainly a Daddy’s prerogative and a good boy obeys his Daddy.
My Daddy prefers me fuzzy though. Especially my ass. He says the hair around my pussy tickles His Penis while He toys around with it before fucking me. I’d shave if He wanted me to, but everything I can to do make His Penis feel awesome makes me proud.
Phew Daddy... wouldn’t you love to feel your tongue and penis on that soft butt fur?
You get your ass all slippy with lube, then he lines it up with your hole, ya see…and ya push back on it like this…
Why built muscle athletes make for the best hungry bottoms
Daddy likes my thick legs and beefy athletic ass but all that work to grow em makes them sore and stiff a lot of the week. To be the best boy I can for him, I have to stretch twice a day.
Damn I want to get a suit like that.
Last night, Daddy and I were laying on the couch watching TV after a shower. His foot was near me, and for some reason I couldn't stop looking at it. I started kissing it all over and then sucking on the toes. We both got hard AF. I love finding new ways to please Him.
Hey Daddy, this boy would look fantastic on the end of your penis.
Don’t think about it. Don’t analyze it. Just let it happen. Feel the joy of letting Coach slide into you deeper. The bliss of emptying your mind for Him. The euphoria of your inner voice being replaced with His. The raw ecstasy of His will flooding your hungry, empty core. Your mind is His. Your muscles are His. His desire is your desire. You are his vessel. You grow for Him. You submit to Him. You obey Him in all things. You are his good, obedient, mindless muscleboy.
For you, Coach
I’d been hooking up with Will for a couple months now, whenever he could make it happen. The sex was some of the best I’ve ever had. The guy was an animal in bed, and couldn’t get enough of my cock. He was a moaner too, always letting out a loud string of obscenities as I pounded out his load– which reminds me, I gotta get those cum stains off the headboard sometime.
Our shower afterward was usually playful, laughing conspiratorially like two boys who’d just done something naughty. Over the time I’d known him, he had been fairly guarded about his home life, but I did know he had a wife and two small children, and his face lit up when he mentioned them.
Today, though, despite the warm glow I know both of us were feeling in our softening cocks, there was a lull in our shower banter and his countenance changed subtly. He looked down away from me and his brow furrowed just a little. He said nothing, intended no telegraphing of his emotions, but it was there, the heaviness of a man trying desperately to ride two horses. My heart swelled, and I reached out to him, my hand behind his neck. He collapsed into me, head on my chest, my hands gently rubbing his muscular shoulders. The warm water flowed over us both as I kissed the top of his head, feeling a trickle of even warmer tears on my chest.