diaryofapussyboy: Daddy, Part 1:He never told me his name. He didn’t need to. For me, he was simply
diaryofapussyboy: Daddy, Part 1:He never told me his name. He didn’t need to. For me, he was simply Daddy.And what a handsome daddy he was: full lips, smiling eyes, salt-and-pepper beard and dark mocha skin. Broad and muscular, though not in a showy way. He was over two decades my senior, though possessed of a certain vitality that endeared him to me. At the same time, he seemed markedly deliberate in words and in movement, a wordly-wise quality no man my age could muster.He smiled to me from the stoop, avoiding the rain. “May I come in?”At his bidding, I’d answered the door in just a jockstrap, and I was keenly aware of his eyes meandering along my exposed ass as I led him into the bedroom. The lights were dim, the room silent aside from the sound of the rain outside—and then, the sound of his belt as he unbuckled it. Before I knew it, I was at eye level it: a mouth-wateringly thick, flaccid length of ebony meat, longer than most men’s erections even in its softened state, smooth foreskin bunched half an inch past the soft swell of the head. With a deep affection not yet owed to him, I nursed on it. Meanwhile, he rolled a joint. My tongue slipped through the folds of his foreskin to lap at the slit of his slowly swelling head. Maybe he misinterpreted that, or maybe he knew he didn’t need to ask, but without request nor warning, he let run a hot stream of urine into my waiting mouth. For a split second, I panicked. Then I did what I knew I had to do, diligently gulping down several mouthfuls ’til the flow diminished to a drip. Then, just as abruptly, he pulled his now half-mast cock, and slapped me in the face with it, the foreskin still wet with spit and piss. Not just one slap, nor just a few. For what must have been a whole minute, he bludgeoned my face with seven semi-hard inches of fat, floppy black cock. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack. Over and over, a hundred times. I heard myself whimpering pathetically. Whimpering with pleasure. What was pleasurable? I couldn’t say. He seemed to know, though, and to my surprise I didn’t want him to stop. He did, though, leaving his heavy cock flopped across my face.“Beautiful boy.”Moments later, the air dense with smoke, we moved to the bed. He laid me on my back, slipping a pillow under my neck, and got on top. Guiding his drooling dick toward my mouth, he mounted my face like a cunt or a sex toy. I took a deep breath. Timely, as seconds later, he had slid all nine inches of himself deep into my throat. I fought back a gag, and then another. For the most part, I was successful, but he didn’t seem to care either way. His giant, fleshy, low-hanging sack draped across my face, and his balls each nestled just below (or sometimes right on top of) my eyes. His cock pushed at depths of my throat I seldom felt. While barely pulling back enough to allow me to breathe, he started to slowly and sensually rut my throat, his learned hips drawing back smoothly before dropping back down again, firmly, deeply, mashing my face with his scrotum. The languid, love-making pace of it was in stark contrast to my current state, as I cough and spluttered and retched colossally, spit drooling down my face in rivulets, my cheeks streaked with tears. He didn’t stop, though, until I pushed him back just as hard as I could. There wasn’t more than a few seconds’ respite before he pushed back in, placating my protestations a paternal tone. “Shh, baby. Shh… you’re okay.”Eventually, following many minutes of struggle, it seemed to even work. I focussed on my breathing. When I couldn’t breathe, I focused on the sight of his full, strong ass as it worked to drive his dick balls-deep into my gullet, again and again. Gllrp. Grrk. “That’s it, baby.” I gagged. “Good pussy.” I blinked away fresh tears, and his loose nutsack mopped them up and smeared them around. A couple times, I had to fight to not throw up, but he kept fucking. Slowly. Deliberately. Sensually, even. My hands felt the muscles of his back as they played under his smooth skin, as all the while he pumped my throat and pulled back ever so slightly here and there to let me inhale or exhale, sometimes even both. We kept a steady rhythm for awhile afterward, as he made love to my spasming, gagging, wet throat. When he finally withdrew, strings of throat-slime dangled from his dick, and they continued to hang and drip this way and that as he stood.“Time for your other pussy.”He directed me to the edge of the bed, my jockstrapped ass in the air, pink boypussy exposed and made smooth for him, knees tucked to either side of me, my shoulders down—shoulders down, boy—to the bed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see him roll a condom along the glistening, spit-lacquered length of his beautiful black cock. He generously greased the whole thing in a thick coating of lube. He liked it wet. In this position, I could feel my cunt slacken as I breathed deeply. He liked me loose. Something landed on the bed, next to my head. Poppers—perhaps I didn’t need it, but he wanted me to sniff some, so I did.I breathed deeply again, and as I did I felt his turgid cock laid along the crevice of my ass, ready to plunge inside at a moment’s notice. I held my breath. Exhale. I could feel my pulse rising. I could feel it in my head. I felt a wave of electricity resonate through my body. Warmth, maybe. A sort of electricity. It told my brain to focus on my cunt. It told my cunt to relax. I am only a cunt. Whatever pain I felt seemed to dull. Whatever pleasure I felt, I felt all over. My lust was unleashed. Right at that moment, he hilted his massive member right into me, my pussy welcoming all of him into the hot, clinging caress of my guts. My body spasmed. Against my will, I felt it try to push him out. He stood his ground. Despite the loud protestations of my cunt, he kept on, his powerful maleness plunging in and out of my, stroking my sensitive lips with its turgid girth. We rutted like two sweaty, panting animals. His balls spanked my taint. My pussy slurped and squelched at his meat. The high was coming down, slowly, and I became suddenly aware that with every stroke, his turgid cock was hammering my prostate. Relentlessly. The feeling was almost too much. It was too much. I felt my body push against it again. Hard as it fought, that giant, thick intruder kept its course. Smack. Smack. Smack. All the while, I whined and moaned like the little bitch he’d so easily made me into. Ass in the fair. Face in the mattress. The spasming intensified, more and more, and then all at once it subsided. An incredible tingling spread through me, and I felt something dribbling in my jock. Cum, maybe. Piss, perhaps. Both? Possible. I didn’t know, nor did I care.“Your pussy came,” he said, and I could hear him grinning. Knowing. Amused. Little did I know, that was just the beginning. -- source link