Though I’ve always felt more submissive, being a tall fellow has been a major perk in those encounters when I’ve been in the dominant role. It’s practically effortless to make a shorter, receptive guy feel like my bitch just by getting in his face.
Even though there were other people in the large hotel pool, Paul’s eyes had been fixated on this one guy floating in the middle of it. He appeared to be dozing off. Paul’s paid close attention to the tight body that was covered with lush hair all the way down to the guy’s waistband. Both his arms and legs were covered with the same dark hair. This guy had a rather attractive, masculine face covered partially by the dark sunglasses. Even from afar, Paul felt his dick twitched watching this guy floating by on his inflatable raft.
Paul then realized that this guy could get some serious sunburn if he did not get out of the sun soon. Thinking that he might do this guy a favor, Paul waddled out to him in the middle of the pool and came up right next to the guy. He could hear a faint sound of snoring.
"Hey buddy, you’re gonna get sunburn soon if you don’t get out of the sun!" he said to this hot stranger right next to his ear. Nothing happened, and the snoring continued.
Raising his voice just a touch, Paul continued. “Hey buddy, wake up! You’re gonna get burnt!”
Still nothing. This guy was obviously a heavy sleeper. As Paul stood there, he continued to admire this stud’s hairy body, which looked even more magnificent up close. Paul knew his dick was fully hard and was glad that that part of his body was under water.
Thinking that the guy was dead to the world, Paul decided to move closer to the sleeping hunk and whispered in his ear. “I’d like to have your legs up on my shoulder and fuck you hard and deep, while my hands roam all over that hot, hairy chest of yours, buddy!”
The guy still didn’t move a muscle. With a smile on his face, Paul turned around and was about to head back to the edge of the pool when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.
"Sounds good, buddy. When do we start?"
I don’t know what life would be like if I wasn’t a pro athlete. Maybe the men I hit on would tell me to fuck off. Or they’d expect more out of me emotionally. I sure as hell wouldn’t have the arrangement I do now.
But I get away with murder, really. Spent three years on the road hooking up with a different man every night. Top, bottom, gay, straight, whatever… somehow I convinced these dudes to bend over for me or to service me in the hotel before I had to head to the airport.
Eventually I realized I had a type. Not the jocks, or the buff 20-somethings. I came hardest when fucking men twice my age. Late 40s, pushing 50, corporate types, medium-to-solid build, square jawed, strong nose, thinning hair, silver temples, more salt than pepper. Guys like my Dad.
Matt was my first boyfriend. Dead ringer for Dad, really. I knew I could never introduce him to my parents, they’d freak out at the resemblance. But Matt seemed fine having a closeted athlete for a boyfriend and keeping my condo occupied till I got home from being on the road. And I had the orgasms of my life crawling on top of him, and shoving my bare cock inside him as I fantasized about cumming inside my own father.
I thought he was all I wanted till I met Kevin after one game. Divorced, just turned 50, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear that Kev and Matt were brothers. So I fucked him too. I felt guilty but when he asked if he could give me his phone number I said yes. It took me a couple of weeks to get up the courage to broach a threeway with Matt, but when he said yes, I knew my life had entered a new chapter. That threeway was everything I had dreamed off and more. Fucking back and forth between my two twin daddies, imagining it was Dad and a twin uncle. I think it turned Kevin on to see me so enraged sexually, and Matt, well, the dude seemed to love pleasing me, no matter how much a bastard I was.
Two months later, Kevin’s moving in with us.
I’m working on a third guy now. Ryan. Lifetime Royals fan. I swear baseball gives him a bigger hardon than his wife, cause the last few weekends he’s crashed at my place, patiently waiting his turn at sucking my cock.
I’m thanking my stars I bought a huge condo with room for the four of us. And glad that my men all seem to get along.
Coach was very clear, I was to stay under the desk and not make a sound, I was to suck and lick his cock, edging him but not letting him cum. Most o fall I was to do this all while he sat across from my Dad telling him about my college recruiting prospects…
All that slobber running onto his shirt will tell everyone exactly what he’s been doing, but he doesn’t mind as long as he has a few minutes of bliss with a superior cock shoved down his throat.
Your trucker dad’s been on the road for four days straight and needs some relief. All you want to do is get it in your mouth and suck it like a baby.
How sweet of him to save it for you.
I was on my way out the door when I heard my phone buzz. I opened up my messages and saw what my… new friend, had sent me.
“I popped a few Viagra,” their was a message with the photo. “And I made you dinner. Don’t say I never do anything for you.”
I could not get out the door fast enough.
“Now, now, pups. There is plenty of Daddy’s dick to go around.”
He whipped his dick out of one’s mouth and quickly found another.
“Oh yeah number two. The way you use yourtongue is much better than number one.”
Losing patience he flicked the other pup’s nose.
“These balls ain’t gonna wash themselves one! Get to it or you won’t get your treat later.”
“Yip!” Number one quickly went to work on his master’s balls.
Starting a kennel was the best decision he ever made.
Had a bunch of the boys over today for an impromptu pool party. Even managed to sneak in a few moments for a short photo break with Mark. Mmm mmm!
The notion of pool parties with men like this almost makes me wish I were more of an extrovert. Even minus sex, that’s just delicious to look at.
My sin of choice—even more than lust—has always been gluttony.
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