I didn’t remember the last time I had been as happy as I was now hanging out with my newfound Daddy. Well, I was happy but not satisfied—with him, it was impossible. Whenever I looked at his handsome face or beefy body, I felt I was melting. With him, I always wanted more. I wanted him inside me again and again.
Although he didn’t fuck me yet. I just met him in the early afternoon when I arrived at this clothing-optional gay resort in Maspalomas. I was obsessed with getting a thong-tan line, so I went straight to the pool, and that’s when I met him. I sucked his cock like this would be the last cock I ever get in my life. A bit later, he watched me getting fucked by a stud. So, after this, I thought we deserved an official first date.
So early in the evening, we went out to discover the town. I was wearing a tight Adidas short that complimented my bubble butt and also revealed that I was wearing jockstraps under and a tank top so loose that it exposed my nipples every now and then. At home, I wouldn’t wear anything like that, but here in paradise, I really enjoyed that I could be a slutty bitch to please my daddy.
We stopped by a gay bar, ordered drinks, and sat outside on high chairs. He put his hand on my lower back; I was so grateful for his touch, it was sensual, strange, and yet familiar. His hands started to wander; he reached inside my shorts from behind and touched my jockstrapped ass.
”I love that you wear jockstraps. I’m wearing them myself.”
”Oh yeah?” the thought of his beefy body in jocks was enough to make my cock hard.
”I find it very sexy when two guys make love in jockstraps.”
”Well, you can fuck me in them any time.”
We talked for about an hour and learned some basic things about each other. His name was Paul, and he was 54. He was half Scottish, half Swedish – but grew up in London, where he stayed most of his time. And yes, the most important thing: he was single. I didn’t know why this thing was so important. It was obviously a summer fling, no strings attached, but I already had a huge crush on him, and somehow, it felt good to know that, at least theoretically, I could be his boyfriend. And the feeling was mutual, I could tell. During our chat, he casually touched my neck, sometimes caressed my nips, or grabbed my ass. He did it as discretely as possible, not that anyone in the bar would have been upset by this kind of display of affection.
”So, do you want me to call you Paul or Daddy?”
”When we are out in public, call me Paul, and I will call you Bruno. But I'll call you boy when it’s only the two of us. And you call me Daddy.”
I leaned forward and whispered in his ear: „May I kiss you... Daddy?”
He gave me his dirtiest smile, drew me close, and kissed me. When we finished, I could tell many eyes were on us; we must have been a hot couple. This kind of attention was very attractive to me – the fact that he kissed me publicly was a green flag. It felt already like I belonged to him. Previously, I only had boyfriends of my age, but every now and then, secretly, I fantasized about sex with someone more mature. So this was my very first date with a man 20 years older than me. I was afraid that I might find it offputting, but it felt like finding a missing piece. I knew: I’m a daddy’s boy.
”You know, Paul, I like you a lot.”
”I like you a lot, too, Bruno.”
”No, I mean, I really like you. I don’t remember the last time I was with someone I found this attractive. I feel really sexy with you. I love that people see me out with you.”
”You want me to fuck in front of them?”
I looked around and laughed. „Well, not here on the terrasse... but you know what? I want you to fuck me in front of other people.”
He looked deeply into my eyes; I detected so much desire there in his boyish smile. This was the moment when I realized what I liked about him: with him, everything we did was dirty and innocent at the same time. With him, the slut in me finally got absolutely free, but on the other hand, I could stay the good boy I always was. I felt challenged but safe at the same time.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and drew close to him: „Let’s go back.” I couldn’t agree more.
As we started to walk hand in hand towards our resort, I spotted a jewelry shop. In the window, I saw one of those thick, silvery steel chains that I always found super sexy. I had to stop to have a closer look at it.
”It would look amazing on you. I can imagine you wearing nothing but this chain.”
”Do you mind if I try it on?”
We stepped inside, and Daddy asked the shop assistant to show us the chain. As if the assistant had understood our situation immediately, he gave the chain to Daddy.
I stood in front of a mirror, and Daddy put the chain around my neck and locked it with a click. He stayed behind me, so close I could feel his breath on my neck. He whispered to me: ”You look amazing, Bruno. Let me buy this for you.”
I looked at my reflection, and I loved the view. It was like a collar he put on me, marking me as his. I had never gotten any jewelry from men before, but I let him pay for the chain and kept it around my neck as we left the shop.
We walked hand in hand, slowly leaving the city center behind. We decided to take a shortcut and walk through the dunes. Oh, the famous dunes of Maspalomas where in the last decades, millions of gay guys cruised day and night for cocks and asses. And I joined their lines now – hand in hand in the moonlight with my Daddy.
As we walked toward the ocean, we left the civilization behind. We were alone. Well, almost – I saw silhouettes of single men in the distance waiting for some action.
In the sand, I stepped out of my flip-flops and removed my tank top to feel the breeze on my body. After walking a few meters, I decided to lose the shorts too. I was walking in the sand with my daddy wearing only my jocks and the silver chain. Suddenly, he stopped.
”You know, boy, I don’t think we’ll make it home; I have to have you here; you’re too fucking hot to wait another minute.” And quickly, he removed his T-shirts and shorts. He was there in front of me in his jockstraps. The sight burned into my brain. It’s enough jerk-off material for decades—my beefy Daddy in jocks, his strong arms, massive round pecs, sexy belly. And the most piercing blue eyes paired with the dirtiest smile.
He stepped to me, locked his strong arms around my naked torso, and kissed me passionately. Our dicks were rock-hard in our jockstraps. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it, and I had to mirror him. I touched his big round ass for the very first time and explored it with both hands. God, my Daddy is not only fucking handsome, but he has the beefiest ass.
”I want you to fuck me, Daddy, real rough, but I must taste your ass first.”, I whispered to him. He smiled at me, took a step behind me, and very slowly turned around, revealing his perfect jockstrapped Daddy ass. And he very gently leaned forward a bit, indicating that he was ready for a rim job.
My heart was pounding like crazy. I stepped behind him and kneeled. I grabbed his buttocks with both hands, pulled his asscheeks apart, and buried my face into his ass. My tongue found his hole immediately; it was completely smooth. God, I was kissing my Daddy’s hole. Again and again. I was shaking from desire, and he must have been, too, because he started to moan.
”Mmmm, that’s it, boy, eat Daddy’s hole. You’re a good boy, yeah, bury your tongue in Daddy’s ass.”
One of the biggest turn-ons for me is when a masculine top man gets a rimjob. And my super hot Dad was confident enough to enjoy my tongue in his hole unashamedly. He pushed his hole into my face and moaned loudly from pleasure.
”Let’s change position; I wanna do the same to you. I wanna rim that sweet pussy of yours.”
I stood up to obey him and realized that all his moaning had its effect: some of the cruising men gathered around us, like six or seven of them. They were apparently aroused by the view of two hot guys in their jock giving ribjobs to each other.
Daddy couldn’t care less; he grabbed me, turned me around, and went on his knees. I pull my buttocks apart to give him better access to my smooth, tight hole. First, he kissed me down there, then he pushed his tongue into me and moved it up and down. I felt I was in heaven. I didn’t mind that we had an audience, in fact, I enjoyed the attention. I just loved being rimmed, but what I really wanted more than anything was him finally fucking me.
I looked around and saw all the strangers around us staring at us. Some of the men had already taken their dicks out and masturbated to us. Somehow, they must have felt they’d better not to come any closer and get involved. The thing that I had with my Daddy was touchingly intimate, yet we did it public, and because of this, somehow, we became a couple. It would be as if those guys jerking at us would have made us a pair, if that made sense. So they deserved something in return, so I started moaning. I didn’t have to pretend. The fact that I was going to get fucked by the man of my dreams for the first time was enough to make me loud.
”That’s it, Paul, fuck yes! Lube my hole with your tongue; make it wet. I want you to fuck me! Paul, I beg of you to fuck me!” I called him Paul instead of Daddy because others could hear it. But I was not the only one making noises. From his moaning, I could tell he enjoyed my hole tremendously.
So the moment I had been longing for a whole day long arrived. He stood up behind me, drew me close, and grabbed my hips. I felt his cock on my ass – hot and rock-hard. He maneuvered his way to my hole, and very slowly, he pushed his dick inside my ass.
I didn’t feel any pain, and I couldn’t care less anyway. Probably the fact that I was fucked a few hours earlier helped. His dick inside me felt like the most natural thing; my ass is the perfect fit for him. We matched.
He stayed inside me without any moves. I knew not to touch my dick because I would erupt immediately. I felt his arms around me; he gently and playfully started to play with my round pecs and sensitive nipples. I moaned and moaned. And I felt his breathing in my left ear. He licked the inside of my ear. He still did not make any moves inside me.
”You are mine now, finally. I own you, Bruno.”, he whispered so quickly that the small crowd around us couldn’t hear. „Are you ready?”
”I am... Dad.”
And he pushed his cock balls deep inside me and started to fuck me rhythmically, not too fast; he found the right tempo. I squeezed my hole around his dick as he was in and out of me. I never felt more alive; I was entirely in the moment. I looked around the various faces of the men around us – some were older, some were young – they were all watching me getting fucked. I could tell I turned them on as they looked deep into my eyes. Now, all of them were jerking off and panting loudly.
And I was there facing them, stripped down to a jockstrap, bred by the most handsome man, absolutely lost in desire. I was a fucktoy, a jerk-off material for now and later, the perfect mixture of a good boy and a dirty slut. I enjoyed showing off so much I felt freer than ever – thanks to my Daddy. My Daddy who showed me this new kind of freedom.
Daddy got into a trance; he fucked me in a frantic rhythm. He was not controlling himself anymore – he had become that total animal I wanted him to be – a bull breeding me. He grabbed the thick steel necklace and pulled me closer to him.
I never wanted to get filled with someone’s cum this much. I felt that would be the final act of giving myself to him completely. I wanted him to mark me with his cum.
The guys around us got excited, and some shot their loads. I moaned so loud, like never before.
”Give it to me, please, give it to me. Fill me with your cum! Make me your cum whore.”
I knew I didn’t have to wait long; I could tell from his heavy breathing he was about to explode. He held my chain steadily and fucked my hole like a machine. And every time he pushed his cock balls deep into my pussy, he got closer to the climax.
And finally, the moment came: he gave out an animalistic sound and shot his load inside me. It felt like a river of cum. I could feel it inside, and I knew that this was it. We become one. An animal couple stripped off of everything else.
I came so hard, like rarely ever before. I didn’t even have to touch my dick – just his orgasm was enough to make me come. My body was shaking, and I felt my orgasm would never end.
But of course, it ended – there was a second of silence and stillness. He was still inside me. I felt the warmth of his cum inside. He hugged me from behind and kissed my neck, and very slowly, he pulled out his cock.
The cruising men around us understood that this was the end of the show, and they left one by one. Just the two of us stayed there – but my world has changed. I was fucked by him. And I was satisfied but wanted more. I wanted to have this again. And again.
He started to dress up, so I put on my shorts and tank top, too. He took my hand, and slowly – without any words – he led me towards the resort.
As we walked, I tried to keep my asshole as tight as possible – to keep his cum inside me.
When we entered the resort, I wondered if he would want to sleep together or prefer his privacy, but he kept my hand in his and led me inside his apartment. We went to bed, and he hugged me from behind, whispered dirty words into my ear, and held me strongly.
And that was the end of my first day in Maspalomas. It was way more eventful than I ever thought it would be. I had six more days – and I knew I wouldn’t want to leave his side.
