Wrapped in the quiet embrace of a moonlit night, a young man, Alex, ambled through the deserted park, crunching gravel under his sneakers, with echoes in the stillness. He pulled his hoodie tight to himself against the chill and then strode with purpose, eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of life. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was not his usual route home from his part-time job at the convenience store, but tonight was different because he had agreed to meet a person, one who called himself 'Daddy Mike', that he met through an online service. Alex had found that profile by mistake or, really, by chance. The profile picture was a silhouette, but the messages that followed were explicit, filled with a raw hunger that both terrified and thrilled him. This man spoke of taking him, of using him in manners that made his cheeks flush and his hands shake. The words painted a picture of an encounter far from the vanilla hookups Alex was used to, but something inside him wanted the intensity, the edge.
As he approached the bench, the lights in the park began flickering erratically, casting eerie patterns on the ground. This large, broad-shouldered figure with a voice both gruff and soft suddenly emerged from his darkness, managing to convey an aura of authority. As the man neared, Alex could make out the grizzled beard and eyes that cut, befitting pictures he had seen. Daddy Mike was real, and just about as Alex would have imagined.
"You must be my little slut," the older man said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the air. Alex's stomach flipped at the words, a thrill shooting straight to his crotch. He nodded, unable to form a coherent response. This was it. This was what he had been building up to for weeks, the culmination of a secret desire that had been festering in his mind, growing more potent with each passing day. The air was thick with anticipation as Mike's hand reached out, and Alex took it without hesitation, allowing himself to be led into the darkness.
They stopped behind a copse of trees, the moon's glow barely piercing the gloom. Mike's grip on Alex's wrist tightened, pulling him closer until their chests were almost touching. Alex could feel the heat coming off the older man, smell the faint scent of sweat and cologne, and see the glint of desire in his eyes. He knew what was expected of him, and his body responded with an eagerness that surprised even himself. His breathing turned shallow as Mike leaned in, and he closed his eyes, waiting for the kiss that never came. Instead, he felt a firm hand on the back of his neck, pushing his head down.
Alex's knees hit the damp earth, and he looked up to see Mike's belt being unbuckled with practiced ease, the zipper on his jeans next, and Alex watched as the older man's cock sprang free: thick and veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum. His mouth watered, and he didn't need to be told what to do. He leaned in, took the length in his mouth, and was instantly flooded with the salty taste of manhood. Mike groaned, his hand tangling in Alex's hair as he started to fuck his mouth with a steady rhythm. The sounds of breathing and wet smacking of skin filled the air, punctuated by the occasional grunt or murmur of pleasure.
The daddy kink was new for Alex, but he found slipping into the role with surprising ease. He craved this dominance, to be used and claimed. The filthy words of encouragement from Mike only spurred him on, suck harder, taking more of him in. He could feel Mike's thighs tense and knew he was close. The older man's hand firmed in his hair, dragging him off with a wet pop. "Look at me when I cum," he ordered and Alex obeyed, his eyes wide as Mike stroked himself to completion. The warm spurt of cum hit his face, coating his cheek and filling his mouth. Alex swallowed, the taste of it making him feel even more dirty, even more alive.
Mike grinned down at him, the look in his eyes saying everything that didn't need to be said. He leaned down and claimed Alex's mouth in a brutal kiss, tasting himself on the young man's tongue. Alex moaned, his own cock straining against his pants. Mike stepped back, his hand still wrapped around his dick, and gestured to Alex's erection. "Someone's enjoying this, isn't he?" he said with a chuckle. "Let's see what else my little slut can do." Alex fumbled with his fly, releasing his throbbing member into the cool night air.
Mike's gaze raked over him, drinking in every inch of exposed skin. "So needy for Daddy's cock, aren't you?" he purred low in his throat. Alex nodded, coloring further. Mike stepped closer again, his cock now fully hard once more. He took Alex's face in his hands, turning it to the side. "Open up," he said, and Alex did, feeling the thick head of Mike's dick pressing against his lips.
The older man pushed in, filling Alex's mouth completely. Alex choked a little, but Mike was unrelenting. He began fucking his mouth in earnest, holding his head still, forcing him to take every inch of his hard cock. Alex's eyes watered and his throat burned, but he refused to fight it, instead trying to relax, take it-to be the good little slut Mike wanted. Every thrust, he could feel Mike's balls slapping his chin, and the hard breathing between them was all he could hear.
As Mike's pace quickened, so did Alex's heart rate. He could feel the tension in the older man's body, the tremble in his thighs. He knew he was going to cum again, and the thought made him even more excited. He reached up, his hand wrapping around the base of Mike's cock, stroking in time with the rhythm of his fucking. Mike's grunts grew louder, and with one last, mighty thrust, he came down Alex's throat. Alex swallowed it all, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. He was a good boy, a good slut, and Daddy Mike was pleased with him.
They were still there, panting for a moment, before Mike pulled back. He wiped the trickle of cum from Alex's chin with his thumb and brought it to the younger man's mouth. "Taste yourself," he whispered, and Alex craved it clean. The intimacy in the gesture set a new wave of arousal through him. Mike's hand traveled to his cock as well, wet from Alex's mouth. He stroked himself lazily as he looked down at the figure kneeling before him. "Ready for the next part?" he asked, his voice still gruff with desire. Alex nodded, his eyes never leaving Mike's. The older man smirked, his hand reaching for Alex's pants again. "Then let's not keep Daddy waiting."
With a quick yank, Mike pulled down Alex's pants, his cock springing free. It was rock-hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Mike's eyes widened by a fraction, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, to be immediately replaced by a hungry smile. "Someone's been a very, very naughty boy," he purred, wetting his lips. Kneeling down before Alex, he took the young man's cock into his mouth. Alex's eyes rolled back in his head as Mike's tongue swirled around the head, teasing the slit before taking him deep. The contrast between the gentle suckling and the harshness of their earlier words sent shivers down Alex's spine.
Mike worked Alex's cock with a skill that belied his rough exterior, alternating between deep throating and quick shallow flicks of his tongue. Alex's hips began to move, fucking Mike's mouth in time with the older man's sucks. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening, but Mike pulled away before he could come. "Not yet, slut," he said, slapping Alex's ass hard. The sting made Alex yelp and arch his back, pushing his cock towards Mike's face. Mike chuckled, standing up and pulling Alex to his feet. "First, you need to be prepared for Daddy."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lube. He slicked his fingers with it, then, with a lubricated sound, pushed one into Alex's tight hole. Alex gasped as Mike started scissoring his fingers open inside him, loosening him up for what was to come. The stretch burned, yet Alex's body was so needy, his muscles easing to let the intrusion in. Meanwhile, Mike's other hand was busy stroking Alex's cock, keeping him on the edge of pleasure. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his hot breath against Alex's ear. Alex moaned, nodding, his hands digging into Mike's shoulders for support. "Tell Daddy how much you want it," Mike ordered him.
"I want it," Alex choked out, the word barely intelligible. "I need your cock, Daddy." Mike's eyes flashed with satisfaction. He drew his fingers out and positioned himself at Alex's entrance. "Then you're gonna take it," he said, and with one giant lunge, he was inside. Alex yelled, the feeling too much, his body protesting yet embracing the intrusion. Mike didn't stop, didn't hesitate; he simply started fucking him in earnest. With each thrust, waves of pleasure washed over Alex that his legs weakened and his sight dimmed.
He tugged on Alex's hips, wrenching him back onto his cock with each stride, their flesh now slapping wetly together, the moaning louder. Mike's hand pushed down on Alex's back, forcing him lower, taking in every inch, and the daddy kink in full bloom was well applied by calling Mike 'Daddy' again and again. The grunts were louder now, and the older man's grip on his hips began to tighten. He knew he was close, and it was an anticipation he could hardly bear. He could feel Mike's cock pulsing inside him, and he knew it was just a matter of moments before he would be filled with Mike's hot, thick cum.
The world around them faded away and there was nothing except the skin slapping against skin, heavy panting of two men lost in their carnival of lust. Mike's rhythm grew erratic, his breathing ragged and with a last roar, he came-seed filling Alex's ass. Alex felt a warmth spread in him, it was an overdose, the feeling that brought him right to the edge. Mike's grip loosened, his breathing evening out as he leaned into Alex, their bodies joined in a sticky embrace. "Good boy," he murmured, kissing the top of Alex's head.
