A submissive guy with a preference for an older man with a bit of hair on his face (and chest).

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21st October 2014

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Ron had bulked up over the last few months, and I had to admit, he was pretty irresistible. As a young, fit swimmer with an interest in older men, I had no trouble finding any number of them to indulge in. Ron wasn’t just happy to fuck me though. He wanted to own me, and he was putting in the work to make that dream a reality.

Ron had bulked up over the last few months, and I had to admit, he was pretty irresistible. As a young, fit swimmer with an interest in older men, I had no trouble finding any number of them to indulge in. Ron wasn’t just happy to fuck me though. He wanted to own me, and he was putting in the work to make that dream a reality.

Tagged: narrative

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21st October 2014

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Time had tempered his wild side, but his history of living without limits was written all over his body. He was strong and mature, but still impulsive. In the past he would have retched, but when I called him “daddy” his cock swelled and he bit his lip in anticipation. He loved to make his boy whimper.

Time had tempered his wild side, but his history of living without limits was written all over his body. He was strong and mature, but still impulsive. In the past he would have retched, but when I called him “daddy” his cock swelled and he bit his lip in anticipation. He loved to make his boy whimper.

Tagged: narrative

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21st October 2014

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needaboywife:

You need to understand your place. When I’m at work, you’re on call. If I text you and tell you to be in my office in 20 minutes, you’d better be there. That ass belongs to me. When I want it, you’d better get moving.

Failing to keep your man satisfied is the first ingredient for infidelity. Owning a toy like you is nice, but playing with it is the most important part.

Tagged: narrative

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21st October 2014

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inchargedad:

This is really tight boy but don’t worry, Daddy will manage.

My eyes darted from his wicked grin to his twitching cock. It wasn’t getting any smaller, and I was only getting tighter with nervousness. I had a feeling that when he said he’d manage, he meant I would. A big glob of spit and a few seconds of stretching me with his finger was all the warning I had. 
I squirmed, but he liked the squirming. All my resistance just made him harder—and bigger. The pain was overwhelming, but at some point I just surrendered to it and to him. The knowledge that he was going to fuck my ass no matter what was oddly calming. I never got quite used to his thick cock, but at least I found the silver lining.

inchargedad:

This is really tight boy but don’t worry, Daddy will manage.

My eyes darted from his wicked grin to his twitching cock. It wasn’t getting any smaller, and I was only getting tighter with nervousness. I had a feeling that when he said he’d manage, he meant I would. A big glob of spit and a few seconds of stretching me with his finger was all the warning I had.

I squirmed, but he liked the squirming. All my resistance just made him harder—and bigger. The pain was overwhelming, but at some point I just surrendered to it and to him. The knowledge that he was going to fuck my ass no matter what was oddly calming. I never got quite used to his thick cock, but at least I found the silver lining.

Tagged: narrative

Source: randydave69

20th October 2014

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dadsfag:

"Behind the house Dad?! What if someone sees?!"
"They won’t see you son. You’ll be on your knees."

My father’s reaction to my admission hadn’t been quite what I expected. Instead of anger and disappointment, I was met with detachment. Though he never said it, I could tell he didn’t see me as his son anymore. But he did see me as his. 
I struggled and protested the first time he pushed me to my knees, but he was too strong to resist. Every time his cum hit my tongue, that little voice telling me this was wrong got quieter. When he spoke—patting me on the head like an obedient pet and grunting, “Good boy”—I couldn’t even hear the voice at all.
So when he ordered me to kneel in our backyard, I did as I was told. But he had lied. He’d told our next-door neighbor when to watch, and the man hadn’t been disappointed by what he saw. 
Once we were done with the yard—long after his cum had gone down my throat—dad sent me next-door to return a borrowed hedge-clipper. Mr. Jacobs came to the door in his boxers and led me to the garage. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Your dad borrowed something of mine, and he said I could borrow something of his.”

dadsfag:

"Behind the house Dad?! What if someone sees?!"

"They won’t see you son. You’ll be on your knees."

My father’s reaction to my admission hadn’t been quite what I expected. Instead of anger and disappointment, I was met with detachment. Though he never said it, I could tell he didn’t see me as his son anymore. But he did see me as his

I struggled and protested the first time he pushed me to my knees, but he was too strong to resist. Every time his cum hit my tongue, that little voice telling me this was wrong got quieter. When he spoke—patting me on the head like an obedient pet and grunting, “Good boy”—I couldn’t even hear the voice at all.

So when he ordered me to kneel in our backyard, I did as I was told. But he had lied. He’d told our next-door neighbor when to watch, and the man hadn’t been disappointed by what he saw. 

Once we were done with the yard—long after his cum had gone down my throat—dad sent me next-door to return a borrowed hedge-clipper. Mr. Jacobs came to the door in his boxers and led me to the garage. He put a hand on my shoulder and said, “Your dad borrowed something of mine, and he said I could borrow something of his.”

Tagged: narrative

Source: daddysofalltime

20th October 2014

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"Lick those lips clean. We’ve got a staff meeting in five minutes." Carefully stuffing his cock back in his pants, my boss checked his pants for any errant signs of my handiwork. Not a drop, but I never got away clean and I think he liked it that way.

"Lick those lips clean. We’ve got a staff meeting in five minutes." Carefully stuffing his cock back in his pants, my boss checked his pants for any errant signs of my handiwork. Not a drop, but I never got away clean and I think he liked it that way.

Tagged: narrative

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20th October 2014

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Summer interns: I wouldn’t trust them to make copies, but they have their uses. I wouldn’t say any of these boys have ever been expert cocksuckers, but they certainly don’t mind teamwork. It’s good to be the boss.

Summer interns: I wouldn’t trust them to make copies, but they have their uses. I wouldn’t say any of these boys have ever been expert cocksuckers, but they certainly don’t mind teamwork. It’s good to be the boss.

Tagged: narrative

20th October 2014

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"Good morning."
I smirked as I took another bite of eggs, “Apparently.”
My stepfather followed my gaze to notice his tented boxers, before sheepishly turning toward the counter as he said, “Your mother can’t get back soon enough.”
I pushed my plate across the table toward Dan, “Want some bacon?” Nodding, he turned to grab some bacon—his manhood hadn’t subsided, not even a little—and I delivered the punchline, “I’ve always preferred sausage.”
He laughed, but I didn’t. When he noticed the sincerity behind my jest, amusement made way for interest. I could see his cock twitch behind the thin fabric. Not one to overthink anything, Dan hooked his thumbs into his boxers and said, “Well then, breakfast is served.”

"Good morning."

I smirked as I took another bite of eggs, “Apparently.”

My stepfather followed my gaze to notice his tented boxers, before sheepishly turning toward the counter as he said, “Your mother can’t get back soon enough.”

I pushed my plate across the table toward Dan, “Want some bacon?” Nodding, he turned to grab some bacon—his manhood hadn’t subsided, not even a little—and I delivered the punchline, “I’ve always preferred sausage.”

He laughed, but I didn’t. When he noticed the sincerity behind my jest, amusement made way for interest. I could see his cock twitch behind the thin fabric. Not one to overthink anything, Dan hooked his thumbs into his boxers and said, “Well then, breakfast is served.”

Tagged: narrative

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20th October 2014

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"Well, I say eight inches, but it’s really more like ten. You’d be surprised how many guys get scared away."
"Umm, honestly, I would not be surprised."
His manhood swelled and he smiled.

"Well, I say eight inches, but it’s really more like ten. You’d be surprised how many guys get scared away."

"Umm, honestly, I would not be surprised."

His manhood swelled and he smiled.

Tagged: narrative

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19th October 2014

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servicemarriedmen:

This visiting married dad didn’t have a lot of time, but managed to get back to this shared hotel room in between meetings for some no strings oral service.
I don’t know how long it’d been since he came last, but he filled my mouth over and over with his thick, masculine, married man cum.

When his coworker opened the door and saw me there on my knees, the rapidly growing bulge in his pants told me the room wouldn’t be the only thing they shared this week.

servicemarriedmen:

This visiting married dad didn’t have a lot of time, but managed to get back to this shared hotel room in between meetings for some no strings oral service.

I don’t know how long it’d been since he came last, but he filled my mouth over and over with his thick, masculine, married man cum.

When his coworker opened the door and saw me there on my knees, the rapidly growing bulge in his pants told me the room wouldn’t be the only thing they shared this week.

Tagged: narrative

Source: servicemarriedmen