I Want it Again
I’ll admit - I couldn’t stop thinking about the lawyer that fucked me in the bathroom stall at the mall. Jason O’Connor. Jay. Seeing him at the the food court, dressed as sexy as hell in his suit, and then finding him in the bathroom, taunting me into the stall where he fucked me deep. He made me call him Daddy. And I loved it. Yet I hesitated to contact him again, despite the fact he gave me his card.
19 year-old me was confused. I was feeling sexy as hell, and knew just how much these older straight men seemed to like me. First Steve, my baseball coach, then Rick and his buddies. And now Frank. But I hadn’t seen Frank for the last two weeks. Rick had disappeared. Even Marcus just seemed to be a onetime thing.
Jay was in my brain again. I wanted him, but was too nervous and too shy to call him afterwards. He seemed more my type, smart and intelligent, rather than the last few daddies I had been tangled up with. Jay was all white collar, rather than blue. Jay was hotter in a sexy sort of way. Maybe not as big and built as Frank, but there was something about Jay that was driving me wild. Jay was married, which made it seem safer to me in a weird way. Frank wasn’t, yet, but he wasn’t around as much as I hoped he would be since I started working for him. I needed something…some ONE. And then one day, after being dry for almost two weeks, I finally got the courage on my way home from my summer job early due to rain.
I pulled his card out from my wallet where I had kept it stashed since he bred me in the bathroom. I was shaking like a leaf as I grabbed the phone in sheer courage and dialed his number.
His deep sexy voice answered on the second ring, sounding very professional. “Jason O’Connor.” He simply said.
I hesitated for a brief second before finding my voice. “Hi. Jay? This is Brian. Not sure if you remember me, but we met at the, uh…food court.”
I heard a little chuckle from the other end and a deep intake of air. “Of course I remember you.” He said loudly before he added in a lower voice, “I was hoping you’d call.” Just the sound of his voice, now dripping with sexual lust, caused my heart to beat fast and my cock to come to life. “I’ve been thinking about breeding that hot little ass again.”
I let out a small sigh. “Good, glad you remember me.”
“I’ve been thinking about that tight sweet ass since I fucked you boy.” He was talking quietly, but confidently.
“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you too.” I sounded stupid, unsure. I wasn’t used to this at all.
There was a little pause as neither of us spoke, until he broke the silence. “So…Brian,” he said my name with a slight drawl, almost taunting me, “what is it you want?” I could hear the hint of teasing in his voice, and right away I knew what he wanted me to say.
I cleared my throat and took a deep breath in. “I want it again…Daddy.” I felt a flutter as I said ‘Daddy’ and I could hear the pleasure in his soft moan on the other end of the phone.
“Mmmmm, good boy.” He murmured. “You want Daddy’s cock again?”
“Yes.” I found myself saying automatically.
“Need to feel Daddy’s dick exploding inside you again?”
I nodded into the phone, my heart racing with each word he teased. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” he said a bit louder into the phone.
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good boy. So, when are you free?”
He wasn’t wasting time with small talk. He was direct and sure of himself. Must be the lawyer in him. “I’m free all day today.” I said nervously, shaking a little as I held the receiver up to my ear.
I sensed he was grinning, maybe checking his calendar. “Mmm. Good answer. You free around 5:30 tonight?”
I was starting to relax a bit, knowing that he wanted to see me as soon as possible as much as I wanted to see him. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I could hear him rustling papers around. “I should be done here by then and I could use a little release. You ready to take it? Can you meet me near my office, maybe back in the food court?”
I agreed, suggesting the same tables where we were sitting before. There abouts.
“You want Daddy to fuck you boy?” He was growling now into the phone, turned on already, talking low.
“Yes.” I said again without thinking.
“You need Daddy’s load again?”
I responded again, grabbing my cock in my pants as if I could control it. “Yes.”
“Then we’ll get a place. I need to have my boy spread out this time. Want to enjoy you a little more than a bathroom stall. Is that okay?” His deep voice was intoxicating, and I found myself helpless to his suggestions.
“Yes, sounds perfect.” I answered.
“Good. I’ll see you at 5:30. Food court. Wear something sexy for your Daddy.”
We hung up and I wondered what he meant for me to wear. I had a couple hours to figure it out, and made sure I was clean and ready for that thick cock once again. My insides were on fire now as I searched for my jock that Coach Steve liked to fuck me in. I thought that might be suitable.
As I got myself ready to go, with my jock on, a tight pair of shorts that clung to my ass, and a slim fitting tee that accentuated my thin muscled figure, I grabbed my baseball hat to complete the look. I checked myself out in the mirror, looking like a short jock boy ready to get a pounding.
Since Steve my baseball coach, I hadn’t even thought of calling any of my men “Daddy” until Jay made me. And I knew why it turned me on so much. I hadn’t had a father that I knew of, just me and my mom for as long as I could remember. My baseball coach Steve took over that role easily. But when he left abruptly, I realized that I needed someone else. Rick came along in a very different way. And then introduced me to some of his buddies. Frank was now the one I gravitated towards, all big and beefy and manly. Jay now took my breath away in a completely different way as a successful man, dressed to kill, and ready to fuck hard.
I was a couple minutes early and found a table empty in the area we had agreed on. I think I was actually sitting at the table where Jay was. I waited about ten minutes before I saw his handsome face and muscular physique poured into another tight-fitting suit. This one was grey, with another white shirt on with shiny black shoes and a patterned black and grey tie. The suit had to be tailored the way it showed off his wide shoulders and trim waist. I could imagine his hard round ass behind him as he spotted me and headed my way. His blonde hair was still styled perfectly and he displayed a white smile as he approached.
“I like the hat.” His deep voice was calm and casual as he stood in front of me. His confidence impressed me, not seeming to care who was around or how he leered at me.
I stood up, my 5’3” body much shorter than his 5’11 or so frame. He had a good 6 or 7 inches on me and probably outweighed my by 75 pounds even though he was trim as fuck. I had yet to bulk up, but it was starting. I figured I’d start seriously in university this coming Fall.
He eyed me up and down, looking at my muscled legs that had already filled out ahead of my chest and arms. “Nice. Can’t wait to see the rest of that little body.” He said quietly and then his light brown eyes looked up at me. He looked at me for a minute, trying to figure out what was going to happen next I assumed. Until he finally shoved his hands in his pockets and said, “Wanna come with me? I know a place we can go to just around the corner. I’ll drive if you’re okay with that?”
I smiled at him and started to move away from the table. “Sure.” I mumbled and watched him turn around for me to follow.
And there was that ass, just under the suit jacket. Fuck me I can’t wait to get my hands on that.
He turned to make sure I was with him, and he slowed his pace down to walk beside me. “There’s a little motel around the corner from here. My treat.” He placed his hand on the back of my neck and I felt a jolt run through me. It had been awhile since a man touched me like this, forcefully enough but still tenderly.
I could feel my insides bubbling as my mind raced. I had tried so hard not fall in with these dad types. Little did I know at this point there would be many, many more Daddies to come my way. But here I was already falling in line with another handsome older guy. I was just a sucker for a hot dad it seemed, and it looked like Jason was going to teach me all the things I wanted to know.
I kept pace with him, until we stepped into a concrete stairwell leading to the underground garage. He moved down to the first landing, smiling at me as he rounded the corner just ahead of me to the next landing, where he stopped for me to catch up.
As I reached the bottom, he grabbed me suddenly and kissed me hard, shoving his thick tongue into my mouth and moving me against the hard grey wall. His firm body pressing against me, his hands moving around to my ass to grab it as he hungrily kissed me.
“Fuck boy.” He said, breaking apart from my lips. “I bet every Daddy wants to fuck you.”
I shrugged, innocently. I was only 19, and had had only a few “daddies” at this point. “I guess.”
He squeezed my cheeks together with one hand, puckering my lips for him to kiss again, licking them slowly with his tongue before he smiled right near my face. “Oh I bet they do. I’ll teach you how to be a good boy for Daddy. You want that?”
I nodded, not moving, waiting for him to let me go in case someone happened upon us. I watched his eyes roam down me before he stepped back and put a hand on my shoulder. “Let’s go then.” He pushed me forward and I started to walk, his steps easily overtaking me as he rounded another landing and he opened the door to the parking area.
He pointed to his car, unlocked it as we approached. The sounds of the horn beeping twice and the lights giving a few quick blinks reaffirmed which car was his.
“Get in.” He ordered simply as he moved to the driver’s door, taking off his grey suit jacket as he walked. I noticed the shape of his upper body underneath the jacket, the rippling of defined muscles moving under his white dress shirt as he peeled the jacket off. I felt my breath quickening and couldn’t wait to see him fully naked.
I opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. It was a Lexus, leather seats, expensive looking and smelled new. I felt small sitting next to him, and he surprised me when he stretched his arm out over the armrest, his big pink palm turned upward, open, fingers spread. I looked down at the size of his hand, much bigger than mine, before I slipped my fingers into his. He squeezed his fist together over my hand, swallowing it up, and gripping mine tight. It felt amazing to be holding his hand as he pulled out of the parking spot and he drove with one hand out of the garage.
“You are one sexy boy. I’m so glad you called. I could use a sweet little ass today.” He said, glancing over at me with a sexy grin. “You’re so cute, and those eyes….” He looked at me again and bit his bottom lip. “I know about five guys that would be all over you.”
“Oh really?” I said, suddenly intrigued. This was all new to me, and it seemed like the world was opening up for what I wanted. And how I could get what I wanted.
“But for now, you’re all mine. You’re in trouble now.” He grinned, squeezing my hand tighter. “How much time you got?”
I snorted. “I don’t know. How much time do you got?”
He turned to me as we exited into the dimming sunlight of the garage and just stared at me for a few seconds before he turned his eyes back to the road. “Oh baby, I could go all night.”
We didn’t talk the rest of the drive, which was only about three blocks away. He pulled into an entrance of a shady looking motel, that had a little drive-up section where the “office” was on the right, and there were three rows of rooms behind it.
He pulled under the roofed section beside the office and grabbed a pair of sunglasses from the console. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched that ass again as he walked in front of the car, his hand digging into the pockets of his tight pants and pulling out a wad of cash, the gleam of light reflecting off his gold wedding band. For a moment I was stunned, sitting in a relatively stranger’s car, a married man at that, heading into a motel office to rent a room for us. What was I doing?
But as he stepped back out, I noticed the way his dress shirt clung to his hard looking body and I could see the bulge in his pants, I stopped thinking clearly. I just wanted this married man to use me tonight.
He sank back into the car and smiled at me with a key that said “9” on it. Instead of holding out his hand, he reached over and placed his hand on my left thigh, squeezing it hard and sliding up towards my crotch. “You ready boy?” He asked as he slowly pulled forward and turned into the second row of buildings, heading to the back. The second last room was #9, and he pulled his car directly in front of the door.
He turned the car off and with one final squeeze of my leg, he got out. I followed, hearing the car lock as he slid the motel key into the door and held it open for me to step past him. The room was dank, dark, and smelled old. A bed with a small round table and two kitchen-type chairs was off to the side, beside an old-looking dresser with a small TV on it. I could see the bathroom at the back of the room. The curtains were already drawn closed on the window beside the bed making the room seem danker than it really was. The small ray of light left the room as Jason closed the door and I heard the sound of keys being dropped on the edge of the dresser. He locked the door and then moved immediately towards me.
He moved with a hunger I was getting used to, slowly walking to me with a more serious look on his face. He was focused, turned on, horny, and I was his prey. I stood there, watching him move to me, glancing at the thicker bulge now on display in his tight grey pants. His big soft hands both came to my face, sliding along my cheek so his thumbs went over my cheekbones and his fingers dug into my neck as he pulled my face towards his. His mouth opened, and he pressed it against mine, his thick tongue sliding in, a soft moan emitting from his throat as we kissed, slowly, softly, and with as much restraint as we both could muster. My own hands went to his wrists, and I felt the soft blonde hairs of his strong arm as he continued to hold my face in his hands, almost swallowing my entire face with his open-mouthed kissing that made me instantly hard.
He pulled back to look at me. He kissed the tip of my nose, and then released my face and turned my baseball cap around backwards on my head. He groaned a bit, studying me closely and then pulled me in for another long tongue filled kiss. Our bodies pushed together, and I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. I wanted this man naked, badly.
My hands went to his belt, and he let me undo it and slide it out. But when I went to undo his pants, he pulled away.
“Easy boy. Daddy’s in charge here.” He smiled at me and stepped backward from me, adjusting his bulge in his pants and kicking off each shiny dress shoe. I looked down to see the shape of his feet in his black dress socks, and licked my lips. He pointed to the bed. “Sit. Daddy wants to take his time. No rushed bathroom stall. No fears of anyone coming in. Daddy’s going to enjoy your hot little jock body for a long time first.”
I moved backwards, sitting my ass on the bed and looked up at him. I must have looked like a little puppy dog because he pushed out his bottom lip and teased me. “Aw, does my little boy want a treat first?” Without waiting for me to answer he undid his pants and fished out his big cock from his underwear, letting it flop out before my eyes, and took a step towards me. “Alright boy, you can have a quick taste.”
He moved it to my face, and I opened my mouth up, breathing in his musky scent from the day and tasting his cock all at once. I heard him let out a loud sigh as I took it down my throat, reaching for the base to hold as I got it all wet. It grew harder in my mouth as I sucked on it, but it didn’t last long as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me away from him, and back onto the bed.
He knelt before me and picked up one foot, pulling my shoe off, then my ankle sock before repeating the same action on my other foot. His hands then went to my feet, where he felt them, squeezed them, then slid his hands up my practically smooth legs, all the way to my shorts where his hands slid underneath.
“Fuck. You are one beautiful boy.” He whispered half to himself, letting his hands roam all over my legs. I laid back, letting the feel of this man massage my lower body, until his hands met in the middle, under the leg of my shorts, at my hard cock in my jock. “Mmmm! What’s this?”
I felt his breath on my crotch as he leaned over me, massaging my nuts as he pushed my cock to the middle of my shorts. He was biting playfully at my cock through the material, breathing hard on it and warming it, until he pulled my 8 inches sideways, out of my jock and out the side of my shorts. His mouth was on it fast, the same hot breath now hotter, his fat tongue licking my shaft. I looked down at him, the top of his blonde hair was all I could see. But I could feel every bit of his mouth all over my cock.
Roughly, he turned me over, pulling my shorts down in one swoop of motion. I felt my cock and balls get trapped momentarily as my shorts came down, but my jock stayed on, my cock still sticking out the side. “You fuckin’ sexy boy!” He groaned, and then his clean-shaven face was between my ass, his hands snaking up my back as he pushed me down and spread my legs. I moaned at the feeling of his tongue poking at my hole and felt my body responding by backing into him.
He growled at that movement, and then slapped my ass hard. “Fuckin’ look at you! You sexy jock boy. You like Daddy rimming this hot ass don’t ya?” He kissed each butt cheek before returning his tongue to my hole, where he kissed, licked, spit, tongued and breathed into me for a long time. I was moaning into the sheets, my lower half totally exposed as he played with me. I never knew that this experience could be so satisfying. “Daddy could eat this boy cunt all night long.” He groaned into me as I clutched at the bedspread I was face down on.
I let him use me. I let him tongue fuck me. I let him spit into my ass. But when his thick finger pushed into me I squirmed, raising up and looking back at him. But he didn’t stop pushing forward, inserting his finger back into me, trying to hold me in place. “Where you goin’ boy?” He asked me, eyebrows raised as he watched my face. “It’s okay. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s gotta get you ready, that’s all. Relax baby.” He smiled at me and I felt my hole stretching out wider. Was that another finger in there?
He didn’t wait long. He stood up, his cock still out of his suit pants, totally erect and leaking from the tip. I wanted to taste it again, but he moved towards me, holding his own cock in his hand, moving it up and down as if it would make it harder, and he kicked open my legs and lined himself up.
I gripped the sheets, waiting for that feeling of invasion, for that pain that would take over my entire body until I relaxed into it. But instead, I felt his cock on top of my ass, smacking my cheeks, his pants at my thighs as he gyrated against me, simulating pumping my ass.
“Tell Daddy you want it.” He groaned behind me, holding my hips and moving me back and forth as he rubbed his cock up and down my ass.
I glanced over my shoulder at him, his shirt still done up, his tie around his neck, his pants opened at the fly and his big cock out, his blonde hairs surrounding the base.
“I want you naked.” I heard myself say. He stopped his movements and grinned and then backed away, grabbing hold of his hard cock and making it dance up and down for me, waving it in his hand for me.
“Daddy wants you naked too.” His light brown eyes glared into me. But he didn’t move, just stood there behind me with his cock in his right hand, staring at me. Then he slapped my ass, both cheeks, with his free hand. He had a big smile on his face before he turned sideways to the small table and chairs and then moved towards it. “Then c’mere boy. Undress Daddy.”
I watched him pull the one chair out and sit on it, his cock still standing straight up, his hand around the base holding it for me.
“Turn your cap back around. Daddy wants to see his baseball jock on his knees.”
I did as I was told, flipping my hat forwards again and moved to him.
“On your knees I said.” He said forcefully.
I obeyed, dropping to the dirty looking carpet and crawled towards his black socked feet. He looked up at the ceiling and reached for his tie, pulling it off his neck and sliding it through the collar of his shirt as I crawled to him. He wrapped it around my neck and pulled me into his body before letting it go to hang around my neck. He grinned at me as started to undo each button of his shirt. I watched in anticipation as he opened each button, and my hand found his cock, waiting for me. I opened up my mouth and swallowed it deep, burying my nose into his groin as he pulled off his shirt. My eyes glanced up, seeing the light dusting of blonde hairs around his pecs, the small line that went down his hard abs. I watched his thumbs dig into his underwear and pull them out, making me pause for a moment as he pulled them off his cock, and then he stood up again. He kicked his legs out of his pants and underwear, revealing the same light blonde hair on his muscular legs. I grabbed them instincitively, feeling how thick his thighs were, the softness of the hairs compared to the hardness of his legs. He stood there in his black socks, before I pulled at the top of one. He let me peel each one off, and my eyes took him all in.
And there he was, this hot married lawyer, standing naked before me in all his glory. I sat back on my bare ass in my jock strap, my shirt still on, my baseball cap blocking my view upwards. He was so fucking sexy I felt my mouth drop open. My hands moved back upwards, to his cock and perfectly shaped balls, and grabbed his dick with both hands as he sat back on the chair, drooping an arm over the back of it and looking sexy as hell as he looked down at me.
“Go on boy. Keep sucking Daddy’s cock.”
Like a hungry boy, I moved between his legs, but my hands kept feeling every inch of him as I swallowed him down again. I listened to him moan, felt his body twitch, obeyed his hand when he pulled me off his cock.
“Daddy doesn’t want to cum just yet.”
I licked my lips like a good boy and kept smiling back at him as I practiced taking him all. Until at last, he leaned down, took my head in his hands again and kissed me like he did when we walked into the room. I felt my heart exploding, the way he pulled me upwards so gently while ramming his tongue in my mouth. I found myself straddling him on that hard wooden chair, letting him move me over his cock, shifting underneath me as I put my legs around his strong body. His hands gripped my ass as he lowered me onto the head of his cock, still glistening with my saliva. I reached behind me and grabbed the base of his tool and pushed it into my hole.
“Oh good boy. Put Daddy’s cock inside you.” He moaned in my ear as I tried to take him. It took a couple tries, my body at first having a hard time taking it. But when he was in position, I felt myself give way. I gasped, and he sensed the warmth. “Tell Daddy you want it again.” He whispered as he pushed me down on it.
I moaned into the side of his face. “Oh fuck Daddy I want it again!” I felt his hand grip the back of my neck and pull me to his mouth in a deep kiss as he sunk into me. I moaned more as our bodies entwined, Jay pulling me into his, my arms wrapping around his neck. My feet were barely touching the floor as he started to fuck me, holding me so tight against him, the chair creaking with his movements.
“Fuck boy. Daddy missed this.” His voice was louder as he made me ride him. I felt lightheaded as he hit my insides deep. I grabbed at his hair, felt the hair around his crotch at my groin, and buried my face into his neck. He smelled amazing and felt even better in me.
“Oh my god!” I groaned, grabbing his face with my hands and staring down at him as I bounced up and down.
He smiled, sliding his hands to my ass to help me move. “Yeah? You like Daddy fucking you boy?” he growled.
I nodded, and smothered him with my mouth, feeding him my tongue, kissing him hard. I felt his arms squeezing me, his moans travelling down my throat as we made out. And then I was lifted, still impaled by him, Jay showing me just how strong he was.
He moved towards the bed, but stopped, stood still, and grabbed my ass and fucked me hard, standing in the middle of the room. Our bodies were slapping noisily together, my own moans filling the room, before he moved to the bed and tossed me onto it.
He crawled up behind me, spinning me around and drove his cock back into me doggy style, wrapping his fist around the waistband of my jockstrap and drilled me hard. His other hand grabbed the back of my head and with a fistful of hair, wrenched me backwards as he showed his power.
“Take it boy. Take Daddy’s cock. You like it? Like getting fucked by your Daddy? Huh?!” He was suddenly different, forceful, mean, growling as he fucked me. I took it like a champ, peering over my shoulder when he released my hair a bit, watching his body begin to glisten in sweat.
And then just as quick, he pulled out and grabbed my ankles and flipped me over. “Take off your shirt.” He ordered as he ripped the jock from my waist. I sat up and quickly pulled the shirt off, taking my hat with it, just in time to feel my body being pulled towards him. He grabbed one leg and held it up straight, lining up his cock once again and plunging in me.
We both groaned loudly, our eyes locked on each other as he faced me. He looked magnificent, his muscular pecs sticking out, my leg straight up against him as he held it there, his face rubbing against my foot. He hugged my leg tight as he started to slowly fuck me, deep. I felt my face go numb again as the shift in speed made me push into him on the bed. I was in heaven, and he knew it.
“You want Daddy to cum in you?” He whispered to me, holding me in place as he slowly pumped my ass. I nodded deliriously, holding his legs with my hands, grabbing his thighs tightly as he pushed into me deeper.
“Yes. Cum in me!” I begged.
He stared at me, his body moving rhythmically, sweat forming on him enhancing his sexiness. He held my leg tight and his smile started to spread. Then he started to nod as his face changed.
“You want Daddy’s cum?” He moaned. His eyes grew heavy and his mouth dropped open. “Daddy’s going to fill you up boy.” He grunted, and then his eyes closed and his body jerked as he began to unload in my hole.
I moaned with him, reaching around to grab his ass to hold him in me. He bucked wildly, making sure every drop was in me before he leaned over me to collapse on me. He breathed heavily, his face at my neck as I grabbed my own cock.
“Don’t move.” I begged as I started to jerk.
But Jay was moving up, taking my cock from my hand and doing it for me. “Let Daddy milk you baby.” He groaned, watching my big cock in his hands. He pushed his cock into me and I groaned, grabbing his thigh again as I felt it rising. “Yeah boy, show Daddy what you got.”
I groaned loudly and announced I was cumming. Jay leaned over and took my cock in his mouth and I gasped at the feeling, exploding straight down his hungry throat.
He milked it out of me alright, using his hand to pump the entire load into his throat as his cock stayed buried in me. When I stopped, his slowly pulled out of my ass and released my cock from his grip, then climbed over me and found my mouth to feed me his cum flavored tongue.
I groaned as he did it, my body limp under him, until he moved sideways and kissed my neck, rolling beside me and letting out a huge sigh to the ceiling. We laid there for a few moments, before I went to sit up. But a big arm came across my chest and he gently pushed me back down.
“Don’t move. Daddy’s not done with you just yet.”
