Michael had to drain his balls at least thrice a week, unless he got a serious case of blue balls. He understood that he was unlike other men in that department as well. His balls really started to ache, causing his testicles to actually turn blue. It wasn’t just an expression in his case. Since his search for his one true love he had begun to take care of himself in that area more often than he would care to admit, but he soon switched it up with a steady roster of cocksuckers who knew their place. Guys to drain his balls and nothing more. They knew better not to try.
One of his favorites was a fifty something silverdaddy with too many muscles and not enough body hair, even though he was already teeming with lush silver hair all over. The silverdaddy was relentless in his pursuit of him. Every week he would send another message on one of the apps, giving it just enough time in-between not to be a nuisance, hoping to avoid the ever present threat of a perma-block. Michael had begun taking an interest in older gay guys and didn’t block him outright. He had reached his late thirties and wanted to know what life had in store for him in his later years.
The silverdaddy had sent him one of his usual weekly messages at just the right moment when Michael was not only ready to bust a nut but also thinking about growing old again. When Michael finally responded, the silverdaddy deftly and gingerly put the moves on him. Asking if he was not bothering him. Explaining how he admired Michael’s physique and onwards. Michael played along until he got what he wanted – an invite to the silverdaddy’s house. The silverdaddy originally wanted to come over to his place, but Michael knew that you could never be too careful with these cocksuckers. Before you knew it, those cocksuckers would turn into cockstalkers.
It was at this silverdaddy’s house that Michael found not only an accomplished cocksucker but also a wizened old gay man with a rich personal history. He actually had something to say about life that he didn’t read from the back of a rainbow-colored cereal box. There were no impotent platitudes here. This man confirmed everything that he had grown to accept as undeniable truths in his own life. He even provided him with some additional insights as to why he did the things that he did. It was such an eye opener that he was more than willing to let him suck his dick as a reward, and he was glad that he did. It was one of the best blowjobs in his life. He knew to find and manipulate little spots that shouldn’t have felt so intensely pleasurable and when Michael came in that silverdaddy’s mouth he felt like a teenager again, so raw was the unrelenting need to cum. He shot several loads into the mouth of that bearded silverdaddy, one after the other. He just kept on spurting, while his aching balls kept on quivering. It felt amazing. They made it an fortnight arrangement ever since but the silverdaddy could never top that first blowjob.
Sitting on that man’s comfy chair with the silverdaddy on his knees between his legs working his cocksucking magic, Michael usually could find a moment of satisfaction and bliss in the world. But as he looked down on that naked cocksucker one night, with his well-groomed beard and wild hair all over his grizzled old muscular body, he knew that he too would one day sit between a younger stud’s leg begging for cum and attention. That is, if he didn’t make some crucial decisions in his life soon, otherwise this would be his life as well, and while he enjoyed watching the silverdaddy savor the taste of his cum, he also saw the loneliness that the big cavernous house represented to him.
This wasn’t going to be his future, not if he had anything to say about it.
It was there that he decided that he was going to snatch Boone and make him his. Boone’s boyfriend was nothing more than a speedbump on his road to victory. Even if Boone wasn’t the man he thought him to be, he still needed to make the attempt. He owed it to himself to at least try to make a man like Boone his.
The boxer briefs had already produced the desired effect and sowed the seeds of distrust that he wanted. Boone was no longer the merry-go-lucky fellow at work like he used to be. His look was sterner and more serious. Like a tiny little angry puppy ready to bite the hand that teased it. Michael thought that he looked cuter than ever before. He was also ramping up the sexual tension between the two of them. While Boone was only assigned to Michael’s team every so often in the past, Michael used his connections in the company to permanently get Boone assigned to him.
Even with the weight of relationship trouble wearing heavy on Boone’s brow, he couldn’t help but steal looks at Michael, which made Michael ever more curious what it would be like to fuck Boone up the ass. He wondered if Boone had ever taken a dick as big as his. He was sure that Boone would learn to take it eventually, even if he wasn’t accustomed to such large cocks. Of that he was confident. All of his fags had done so in the past. He had taught every single last one of them to take it and they ended up begging him to fuck them even harder. Boone would come to love every inch of his dick. He wouldn’t give him any other choice.
It was during an office party that Boone found an excellent opportunity to accelerate his plans. Boone had arrived without his boyfriend to the party. Apparently, the boyfriend had prior engagements. Michael sidled up to Boone, acted like his best friend and soon began to get him drunker than was reasonably allowed at an office party. Even drunk, Boone was cute as fuck. Michael had no idea just how much he could adore a man like that. Usually, it was all about raw animal attraction and sexual exploitation but this went further than that. He liked Boone just for what he was – a somewhat socially awkward IT-nerd with slightly above average looks.
Michael had fucked way better looking men than Boone but they simply weren’t as cute as this guy. He just wanted to grab his alcohol-flushed rosy cheeks with both of his hands and give them that grandmotherly cheek pinch. Then he wanted to ruffle up his hair, which he actually did after Boone was drunk enough not to read too much into it. Michael had the time of his life cozying up to a wasted Boone but he was sure not to let it become sexual, even though it was clear that the alcohol had begun to rob Boone of his inhibitions. He even felt Boone’s hand slide over his muscular chest once in a particularly confused situation with not enough room and too many people pressed against each other. He liked feeling that probing hand on his body.
Nevertheless, despite how much he was enjoying himself, it wasn’t in his plan just yet to take advantage of Boone. Like an overgrown boy scout he took it upon himself to drive Boone home to the house that he shared with his boyfriend. It was there that he finally got to meet Boone’s counterpart, which was his intention all along. He had Boone’s arm over his shoulder and had to physically drag him up the steps to the door, where he waited until the boyfriend opened the door. With a cheeky grin and some explanatory words that he was his colleague, he handed over a drunk Boone to the boyfriend and then headed off again. The look Boone’s boyfriend gave him was priceless.
He was sure to have messed around with Boone’s clothes in the car just enough to hint at some sexual impropriety, but not enough to make it abundantly clear. Michael had all the opportunity in the world to do whatever he wanted with Boone after he drove off with him from the party, but he resisted the temptation completely and didn’t even take a look at Boone’s cock, something that he was dying to do for weeks. He wanted Boone to have no memory whatsoever of any sexual impropriety, while stoking the suspicions of his boyfriend to the max.
Michael knew that he was an evil man, but he also knew that if he was able to make Boone his, he would be far better off. He wouldn’t be so driven to wreak havoc and destruction. The trail of victims that he would leave behind in society would be far smaller. If you only had to sacrifice one man, instead of a hundred, wouldn’t you do it? The utilitarian philosophers of the 19th century would sing his praises and it would on top of that respect the sanctity of life, like the more classical philosophical theories and religions implored. He wouldn’t have to do anything drastic to himself or others. Michael would still be able to pursue his natural urges, without causing too much damage to society and Boone would get everything that he had ever wanted out of life, and possibly more. That, Michael would guarantee. It was a win for all.
Suffice it to say, that Michael had his apologetics ready, and wouldn’t let anyone convince him otherwise or deter him from his mission. Boone was going to be his and that was that.
Michael didn’t want to spend the night alone after his round of mischief with Boone and turned up at the silverdaddy’s house at 03:00 in the morning. The silverdaddy was not amused, but saw the state that Michael was in and reluctantly waved him in. Michael had stayed sober for most of the party with Boone but after he had dropped him off, he drove to a local dive bar and started knocking back glasses. After the bartender kicked him out, he finally drove himself to the silverdaddy’s house. He told himself that he wanted one of those legendary blowjobs of his, but he was really looking for company. Someone that understood him. You couldn’t even find that in a straight bar. None of them would understand his feelings for Boone.
The silverdaddy had learned the value of sleep a long time ago but he also knew that it wasn’t easy being a single gay guy, which is why he helped Michael to the couch. He wasn’t in the mood to help him out with his ‘sexual emergency’, though, and just took off Michael’s shoes and went to get him a blanket. When he returned Michael had already dozed off and was beginning to snore. The silverdaddy tucked him in with a wry smile and went off to bed.
Michael woke up to the smell of a delicious breakfast in the morning. The silverdaddy had cooked him a solid hangover meal and wryly heard Michael out about what had brought him here in such a drunken state. Michael couldn’t help but confide in the silverdaddy about the guy he got drunk over but held certain details back. It amused the silverdaddy to no end seeing Michael so lovesick. He told him that every guy eventually gets struck with Cupid’s arrow, no matter how tough they were, and that love would make them do stupid things. He’ll look back one day at all the stupid shit he did and it would put a smile on his face.
If only he knew, Michael thought to himself.
After the meal the silverdaddy directed him to the shower to get the smell of last night off of him. The talk about Boone fired Michael up again but he couldn’t bring himself to jack off in the silverdaddy’s shower. He wanted an actual blowjob. Michael dried himself off, draped the towel over one of his broad shoulders and appeared in the nude before the silverdaddy, sporting a hard-as-fuck erection that could drive a hole through a wall.
The silverdaddy chuckled at the sight of him. And told him that he really knew how to take advantage of an old man, ‘didn’t he’. Michael was rutting in earnest at that point and had only one thing on his mind, but when he saw the hairy muscular form of the silverdaddy, he didn’t think a blowjob would even cut it. He needed to fuck and really do his thing, but the silverdaddy saw right through him and was having none of it.
He told him that if Michael wanted his hole, then he had to earn it. Normally, Michael would have made short shrift of any guy that tried to test him with such an attitude, but he kind of liked the silverdaddy. He had actually begun to think the world of him. So Michael humored him and decided to let him boss him around for a change. After all, he did take care of him last night, while he didn’t have to. Not only that, but he was genuinely curious what the silverdaddy had in mind, even despite his dissipating hangover.
The silverdaddy led Michael to his bed chambers, slowly undressed and then tried to stare him down. While the silverdaddy was a big man, Michael was several inches taller and could not help but look down on him. The silverdaddy realized the absurdity of the situation when Michael refused to look away, laughed out loud and then told Michael to get on his knees to make it easier for him to boss him around.
Michael laughed at the absurdity as well, and then drolly let himself sink to his knees in front of the silverdaddy and looked up to him with a sardonic smile. The silverdaddy had to suppress a laugh and told him that he simply couldn’t make it easy for him, ‘could he’. Michael shrugged apologetically and smilingly told him that he would eat his hole and do everything he ever wanted, just this one time, but only because he really liked him. He menacingly sneered those last words, as if to convey that he better not take advantage of him too much.
The silverdaddy bellowed a laugh and snorted when he looked down to meet his eyes again. He told him that Michael was going to do everything that the silverdaddy told him -- and then some. And not only that, but he was also going to fucking love every single last thing that the silverdaddy was going to do to him. Michael’s hard-as-fuck erection just got even harder hearing those taunting words. He had been on the other end of this dynamic for so many times that he forgot what it felt like to get bossed around. To give up that control and let another man decide over you like you were nothing more than his plaything. That you had to obey his every word like a boy had to obey his father.
He had always liked the ‘daddy – boy’ roleplay thing. It’s just that he never got to experience the other role in the equation often. Hell, the first guy he ever fucked was his gym teacher in high school and he had bent him over his own desk, taunted him that he was going to feed him a big dick and then fucked him bare, shooting his load up that faggot’s ass. It was one of the most thrilling experiences in his life and he fucked that big meathead more times than he could remember in the following months. He bossed him around like he was a pipsqueak several grades lower than him. It made him feel like a rock star; that he was fucking his own coach up the ass. God, he was angry back then.
Submission just wasn’t his thing. Michael simply liked to push another man’s head down and make him feel every inch of the big dick that God had given him. Still, the silverdaddy had earned his submission, even if it was only in jest. He was a good sport about these things when the mood struck him and some guys were worth it.
The silverdaddy took a step forward, bringing his big dick to only a couple of inches from Michael’s face. He told him that Michael liked that big dick, ‘didn’t he’. The silverdaddy couldn’t be more right. Michael’s rockhard cock was twitching so badly at the sight of that old dick standing up out of a thicket full of gray curling pubic hair, that he audibly groaned. He wanted to lick it so badly, but he knew his place. If he dared to give in to his desires, the silverdaddy would have slapped him hard for overstepping his boundaries. That’s what he would have done, at least.
God, he loved the discipline and abuse of power in such lustful moments. He wanted the silverdaddy to smack him real good, regardless of his discipline, but in that instance he was playing the role of the good little boy and he knew all too well what was expected of him. He was a man of his word and would do everything that the silverdaddy commanded. If you can’t live by your word, than you’re nothing more than a worthless faggot. That’s the only way to live your life.
The silverdaddy was reading Michael’s face as those thoughts crossed his mind and it was as if his years of experience gave him a window directly into his soul. He began to understand just how much power he wielded over Michael. It made his big throbbing dick twitch in front of Michael’s face and a drop of translucent precum emerged out of the rough piss slit, only to drop down slowly in a strand of oozing slime. Michael couldn’t keep his eyes off that liquefied lust in its purest form. He wanted to taste it so badly that his balls started to ache. He was a leaker himself and he knew that he too was oozing out precum.
At the silverdaddy’s sudden command to suck him off, Michael swooped down on the big throbbing cock like a ravenous dog ready to devour his prey. He used only his mouth, knowing that his hands weren’t allowed anywhere near the silverdaddy’s dick in that moment. He expertly used his tongue to lick all over the shaft and wetted it with his ample saliva. Then he teased the bulbous dickhead, using the tip of his tongue to tickle him right under the frenulum. The silverdaddy let out a surprised sigh and murmured his approval, while savoring the spine-tickling pleasure. Michael let him enjoy the sensation for as long as he needed.
It was then that Michael began to do his work in earnest, taking the cock in his mouth and swallowing it whole. He began to drive it down his throat. All the way down, until he buried his nose in the musk-scented curling mass of gray pubic hair that resided at the base of the silverdaddy’s big cock. The coarse hairs tickled his nose, lips and the area around his mouth. He loved the way pubic hair added texture, scent and sensation during intercourse between men. It looked gnarly, but he had learned to appreciate crotch fur like only a connoisseur of men could. The gnarly appearance even made it all the more hotter. That feeling of disgust added a new experience to your arousal and the unseemly sight of thick pubic hair made him wild with lust.
The Silverdaddy looked down and marveled at the big man on his knees in front of him deepthroating him without any hands like only an expert cocksucker could do. It was at that time that Michael began to apply the many cocksucking tricks that the Silverdaddy had used on him during those numerous nightly visits of ball draining. Soon after the sensual delight was beginning to overwhelm the silverdaddy’s pleasure centers. He wanted to desperately cum in the mouth of Michael, but he knew that that was Michael’s intention all along. At his age, he could only shoot the one load, after which he had to wait a whole hour or more to recover. Out of desperation, he abruptly pulled out his dick from Michael’s eager mouth, leaving Michael’s yearning tongue nothing to play with. He then slapped his face with the big old cock, leaving a streak of oozing slime behind. Anger flared up in Michael’s eyes but the silverdaddy knew who was in control.
He tauntingly told him that he knew that Michael didn’t like being deprived of his big cock, ‘did he’ and called him boy, while he slapped him again in the face with his big slippery dick. Michael was ready to blow a fuse over the sheer impudence. He was so caught up in the cock-sucking experience from moments before that he had completely lost all sense of time and space. The pleasure he got out of serving the silverdaddy made his entire body tingle with an electric buzz. When he shook out of it and remembered his role again, he had to force himself not to smirk over the sheer temerity of the silverdaddy’s actions. This man had bigger balls than a WWII gunnery sergeant.
When you’re asked a question by an authority figure, you were obligated to respond and Michael did just that. “No, Sir. I wanted that cock down my fucking throat, just like you needed it.”
The silverdaddy laughed at the disrespectful response and told Michael that he just couldn’t help himself, ‘could he’ and called him boy again to drive the point home that the roles were very much still reversed. Then he raised his voice and barked that Michael had to kiss his feet as an apology, grabbing him by the back of his neck. He started to angrily push him down.
The silverdaddy was strong as an ox and had huge arms, but Michael was stronger. Yet, he still let himself be pushed all the way down to the silverdaddy’s smelly feet and when he inhaled that pungent and degrading scent from so close, his cock went berserk and his hole started glowing with an anticipatory hunger. He wanted to be taken up the ass so badly. It was rare for him to so desperately want to be mounted by another man. The silverdaddy knew just how to push his buttons.
He wanted to desperately finger himself while licking those sweaty and hairy feet, just to fill his hole with something, but as a boy he wasn’t allowed a single iota of self-administered pleasure. He had to wait for what pleasure his daddy would deign to grant him. All he could do was to completely lose himself in his service to the silverdaddy. If he commanded him to lick his feet, then he would do just that with every ounce of his being and so he savored the taste of those smelly feet with a rakish voracity.
He knew that he was venturing dangerously close to faggot territory but all gay men faced the same question and he had already answered that one a long time ago. He owned his desires. His desires did not own him.
The silverdaddy apparently had enough of Michael licking his feet. He complimented him on what a good boy he was in the most patronizing way imaginable and Michael even felt the satisfaction that most fags felt when they received praise from their daddies. It left him glowing with an intense feeling of satisfaction and gave him a renewed drive to do whatever it took to please his daddy, no matter what he asked of him. His dick even started twitching again with anticipation and excitement, making another strand of pre-cum ooze down onto the floor. It was like his dick was acting like the wagging tail of a dog when it received the praise of its master. Michael didn’t even want to think about what he was feeling in his ass. His desire to get fucked had turned into a dull aching pre-penetrative pleasure. The sensation started to consume more and more of his body. It was as if his awakening submissive desires had started turning him into a veritable bottom cunt. If his hole had turned into an actual cunt in that moment, it would have also started leaking.
The silverdaddy saw the submissive lust in Michael’s eyes and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. “Open your mouth, faggot.” Michael knew what was coming but he did it anyway. As he was sitting there on his knees, his head pulled back and his mouth wide open to receive his daddy’s load of spit, he came to realize that the danger of becoming an irredeemable faggot was closer than ever before. And yet the impact of that spit into his mouth was hotter than the ball punch he gave to that one faggot in the apartment with the spectacular views some time ago. He eagerly lapped at the spittle with his tongue in order to savor whatever flavors were hidden in there.
When he opened his eyes he saw that the silverdaddy was carefully studying his face. A slight tinge of embarrassment colored Michael’s cheeks red. He knew that the silverdaddy had seen more than he should have. The taunts that followed hit him right in the metaphorical balls. The silverdaddy told him how he knew that Michael liked licking his sweaty feet way too much. Liked being spat in the face and treated like a worthless faggot. At this point Michael’s cock was almost going haywire from the excitement. It had already turned completely red and now it was also going up and down at full force, making a steady stream of pre-cum swing to and fro as it descended like honey unto the floor.
With a taunting laugh he told Michael that he was going to present his hairy hole to him and dare him not to eat it out like only a faggot could. The silverdaddy climbed on top of the bed, sat on his knees and lowered his torso to the bed while arching his lower back upwards, whereupon he spread out his furry ass with his hands to reveal his hairy ass crack. Michael was so consumed by desire that he planted his face right in-between those ass cheeks the moment the silverdaddy looked over his shoulder to register him caving into his desires.
He wanted the silverdaddy to know the shameful desires that stirred deep within his soul. He wanted him to stand witness and judge over him for the act of faggotry that he was about to commit. He wanted him to see the weakness in his soul and to ruthlessly exploit it.
He became like a man obsessed while rimming that hairy grizzled old hole. Michael had rimmed many of his fags’ holes before and wasn’t unfamiliar with a little bit of anal teasing but this was different. He wanted to show the silverdaddy just how much he wanted to be his boy, even though he would never be his.
He started feverishly worshipping that hole, like he forced his many fags to worship his own. That silverdaddy’s hole became an altar to the faggotry that he had taken advantage of for all those years. The coarse curly gray hair in his crack got in the way of his lips and tongue, but it was just like pubic hair: the gnarlier it got, the hotter it became. The silverdaddy was completely correct, only a real faggot could worship that hairy crack of his. He flicked his tongue and traced around the grizzled rim, only to go at it like he was getting a woman’s cunt nice and wet. The steady moaning of the silverdaddy encouraged him on but he knew that the faggot in him needed to be fought until his very last breath.
Despite his resolution not to go over the edge, his big throbbing cock felt ready to explode and it was like his own asshole was feeling every last movement of his own teasing tongue. It was like he was giving himself a rimjob as he ate out that old grizzled hole of the silver daddy. He was forbidden to pleasure himself in his role as a daddy’s boy, but his imagination propelled him to such great heights of pleasure that he started to vicariously live through the experience of the silverdaddy. He started groaning in pleasure and going at it with even more oral agility and finesse. This is how he himself wanted to get worshipped and he gave everything that his fucked up imagination could deliver.
It was only after the silverdaddy pulled his ass away, that Michael broke out of his mesmerizing faggot delirium. It took him a while to come to his senses again, upon which he came to realize that the silverdaddy was carefully studying him again. Michael suddenly felt the urge again to reach down with his head to renew the rimming as he was still on autopilot but the silverdaddy stopped him. The silverdaddy rolled over on to his back, pulled his legs up by the knees and presented Michael his hairy hole again.
He asked him fatherly what Michael was waiting for and when he didn’t get the right response from Michael, he impatiently ordered him to mount him like the service stud that he was. Michael’s felt like he had lost control of the situation. His chest was heaving and he couldn’t see straight. Like he was completely out of it and incapable of understanding what was happening but the silverdaddy’s encouragements began to become more pressing. Michael finally looked down on his own quivering cock and realized what he was supposed to do again. His natural instincts took over and he mounted that silverdaddy with the ease of a mountain lion taking down his prey.
He slid his big throbbing cock into the saliva slicked grizzled hole of the silverdaddy and it took him only ten strokes to shoot his load like a teenager’s first time inside a woman’s wet cunt. The cum just kept rushing out. He felt his body pump out the seed like his life depended on it. It felt like one of the most fucked up orgasms that he had experienced before. Like the load that he was shooting out of his aching balls pulled his mind back straight from the gutter. The dirty gutter he had been precariously circling the moment he had assumed the role of a daddy’s boy. The silverdaddy kept moaning his encouragements and told him to enjoy it like the man that he was.
“You earned this, fucker.”
Which left Michael confused and strangely ashamed of himself.
It took him ten minutes of recovery time to start breathing normally again, upon which he finally pulled out his still hard-as-rock cock from the silverdaddy’s saliva-and-now-cum slicked hole. He then rolled unto his back next to the silverdaddy, where it took him another five minutes to fully understand what had happened. The silverdaddy had decided to spare him the fate of becoming a faggot and left him the last remaining shreds of his dignity intact. Michael knew how powerful the lure of faggotry was and how it left indelible marks behind if you gave into it.
“I couldn’t break my young buck in just only one session, now could I?” The silverdaddy boasted, but both knew that it was an act of mercy. He later told Michael that it wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of a man in love. Although everything was fair in the world of men and faggots, the silverdaddy could not bring himself to rob Michael of his one shot to find his one true love.
Michael had trouble coming to terms with what had happened to him. He had never come this close before. He had never ventured so close to the hard limits that he had set for himself so long ago. Was it really that he was in love with Boone or was it something else? It was almost certain that this wasn’t like him at all and when he looked at the daddy, he couldn’t imagine accepting him as his Dom. But at the thought of the silverdaddy dominating him again, his heart started to flutter and obscene feelings of submission started to flood in.
It was then that Michael understood that he was completely off his game. He was beginning to believe the silverdaddy about what he was saying. But love? Was he kidding him? Michael had never fallen in love before. He just wanted Boone because he wanted to own him, like an owner chooses the dog that he wants as his pet. Boone would be his because he had the right values and sentiments. He had the mental software that Michael could selfishly manipulate for his own purposes. Boone would be his answer to growing old as a gay man.
It was with these thoughts that he started to hold the silverdaddy in an even higher regard. This silverdaddy knew things that he was only beginning to understand and come to terms with. It would be the start of a lifelong friendship. He liked being in the company of one of the few men in this world that knew that Michael on rare occasions also wanted to be told what to do by a daddy. It was a hard blow to his ego - that was a given – but he grew to become perfectly comfortable sharing that secret with the silverdaddy and knew that the old grizzled man would never betray his trust. It was like his ass was owned by the silverdaddy, without him actually owning Michael.
Michael hadn’t spared a single faggot in his life and yet the silverdaddy found it in his heart to spare him. The man was truly a living legend.
