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PART I / CH. 01 - FIRST ENCOUNTER (preview)

He sat a short distance away from me, right in my line of site, across from the seat I was sitting in, on my train ride home. Occasionally, we exchanged looks. I didn't pay much attention to what was occurring as I switched between looking out the window and looking at him, just to find his eyes on me. It had me intrigued. The way he stared at me; his eyes deeply set on me as if to communicate without words.

I smiled, sort of devilishly knowing he would see but knowing I could play the same game as I continuously made eye contact with him. The next stop would come, and people would pile in, filling the train but somehow, I could still find his eyes watching me, saying everything without saying a word. If we were alone, we would be all over each other.

I bit my lips at the thought of it. My eyes still on him, undressing him with my eyes as I took in the view of him. His muscular physique, the way he sat to how he focused on me like I was the only one on the train, even with the crowd.

We would reach a stop before the train would go express and it was the stop where the crowd filled the train, blocking the view of him completely. It left me back to staring out the window, staring at the random infrastructure of the train tunnels to the stops that the train would pass by.

We would finally make it to the first stop for the crowd to empty and with that, my eyes searched for him. Looking to find him in my line of sight but he was no longer there. More stops, more people exiting, more moments of me trying to figure out which stop he had gotten off at until my eyes found him again. His eyes watching me, from a different seat and with that we were both locked in again with each other.

My stop was approaching but the way we were in tuned, I couldn't see myself exiting. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and he continued watching me. What was my plan? Miss my stop, continue riding till the end of the line and then ride the train back? That was silly. Other option was to take it to a stop where there would be a reason for me to get off and then go back home from there. The anticipation of something transpiring between us had grew, I moved closer to again have a better angle to watch him, watching me.

It was clear what our eyes were both saying, and it wasn't just me. My stop came and went. The next stop; last chance to get off somewhat close to home. The next stop, okay, I wanted to see where this would go. Two more stops, and there were 3 stops remaining but only 2 for me. We could say something, but no words needed to be said as the train had emptied, leaving few of us left. The train pulled into the station, and I stood in the doorway, waiting for it to come to a stop, luckily enough he had also gotten up.

Now, the question became was this his stop or had he been waiting for me to get off so we could explore each other. In my mind it made sense but now that the train doors opened, and everyone walked towards exits, I walked along nervously considering what could happen next. He walked behind me and then passed me, but we were walking in the same direction. There was a restaurant nearby that made the stop a choice, but food was long from my mind as he continued to watch me.

We approached a building that he walked towards. It was passed the restaurant and in the next point for me was a friend who lived nearby, but he had turned to me as he opened the door, nodding for me to come with him.

And I did.

Hey.

We were alone at last. I didn't know what to say as I found myself grinning but nervous that this was happening.

"The whole time I was trying to resist but you kept staring." He said at one point. "I even changed seats so I could be good tonight and just come home but..."

"I wasn't sure how to react but you're too sexy not to stare,"

"Thank you,"

"Nice place,"

All the pleasantries and introductions -- we both knew exactly what led us here. He offered me a drink which I took but there was only one drink I wanted and that was him.

What are you into?

What do you like to do?

He sat in front of me on the coffee table in front of his couch. So close that I couldn't help but look at his physique and take in the full mass of him now that we were inches apart. My nerves had grown, not knowing what to do or what to say but obviously not able to take my eyes off him.

"You're so cute," he said, laughing, probably noticing my reaction to him. His hands began touching my legs. Caressing them as he continued to look directly into me. "Are you nervous,"

I didn't want to admit it, so I said no, while attempting to laugh it off. His eyes studying me, along with his body heat from the closeness was intoxicating. He moved in to kiss me. And that was all it took for it to go from this soft, meeting of our mouths to this passionate, wanting to devour each other kiss. He leaned into me, pushing me back on to the couch as he climbed onto of me. His full weight was on top of me. He was already taller and more muscular than me, but the feeling was everything I wanted.

The way he overpowered me, as he moved me around on his couch, controlling my body, moving me into positions for him to grind against me was too hot. I quickly fell into his desires, wanting whatever he wanted of me. I could feel his dick throbbing against mine, awakening something in me as he continued kissing me, holding both my arms as his body pressed me into the couch.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he spoke as he leaned up from me, grabbing my face as he moved over me. His crotch moving to my chest as he pulled his dick from his shorts to push it in my face.

My mouth was ready as he inched closer pushing his dick into my lips. He pushed further, entering my mouth as I gladly sucked while he thrusted in and out of my mouth. I was insatiable. I wanted more. I wanted him in my throat. I moaned for more as he used my mouth.

So good.

Yeah.

Suck my dick.

"This is what you wanted?"

Author's notes: Preview of Part I or Chapter 1. This may end up being a short story or a series... but it's definitely fun to write as well as create video and art around it. Currently available on Patreon. Titled 'Yes, Please' on Patreon because their TOS but is intended to be 'Yes, Daddy'... Feedback is welcomed.

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I nodded and moaned yes, with my mouth filled with his dick. I was his and it was that acknowledgment that let things go further as this muscular man slipped out of my mouth and moved my body. I would go wherever he wanted. He pulled me up to continue kissing me as he began to lead me away from the couch to the bedroom.

Fuck.

This was too hot. I loved how aggressive he had become as he pushed me on the bed and climbed back on top of me.

“I want to see your hole.” He grunted as he flipped me over, pulling my pants down to my ankles as he bent my legs to my face and dove in for his meal. I was in heaven when his tongue began to invade my insides, teasing me but making me want more.

I moaned for more. I needed more of him.

“Fuck. Oh. Fuck.” I moaned, before his hands covered my mouth to quiet my moans as he went deeper. I still moaned. He came up for air, only to grind his dick into my hole. If it wasn’t known, my body felt open, awaiting him to enter, ready to be fucked.

“You want this dick,” he asked.

“Yes,”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir,”

“This my hole?”

“Yes, sir.”

He spit, letting his saliva lubricate my hole before he was back to thrusting his dick into me, pushing in, slowly going deeper and deeper inside of me.

“Fuck,”

He felt so good. He began thrusting slow before speeding up, pushing his dick inside. I was his. He knew it. He moved my body away as he slipped out of me to pull his shorts off fully, then fully pulled my pants off before going for my shirt. The thin material stretched as he aggressively pulled it over my head.

I wanted more.

My body moved to his control as he turned me around, making me arch my back into him. My shirt was off my body but still around me. He slid his dick back inside and pulled my shirt as he thrusted deeper and deeper, making the shirt choke me slightly.

It felt too good.

I wanted to be used like this.

He thrusted faster and faster, pushing me down into his bed.

“Yessss. More please. Fuck you feel so good,”

He was smacking and grabbing and squeezing my ass and I was loving every minute of it.

I moaned.

He went harder, pinning me to the bed with his body weight as he thrusted deeper and deeper. We were both breathing hard as his arms wrapped around my neck as he fucked me deeper.

“It’s yours. Fuck me, harder,”

I loved the feeling of his weight all over me.

“Suck my dick,” he uttered as he flipped me over again. He took his spot, laying on his back, pulling my head into his crotch as my mouth immediately went to taking him in, licking and sucking him up as if it was all I needed. He was pulling my head, pushing me down, letting his dick going down my throat.

I could barely catch my breath, but I wanted this, to service this man. He let his legs wrap around me, locking me in between his leg as his dick filled my mouth. I wanted every bit of him. I didn’t care that I couldn’t catch my breath. I needed him. The feeling of his muscular body under me as my hands felt their way around. I needed him.

He moaned in pleasure, releasing me to let me breathe, letting me take control of him, sucking and licking his dick. It was only for a second before he was back, pushing my head into him, holding me so his dick would stay inside of me.

“You want more?”

“Yes please,”

He would give me more, no matter what. He knew I wanted more. He knew he could have me any way he wanted. He released me, letting me suck him up again.

His moans made me go harder. His dick was everything I needed. He let himself slip out of my mouth again to pull me across his lap. My back arched as his hand moved over my ass before his fingers found their way inside of my hole.

He was licking and biting my cheeks as he felt his way inside of me.

“Fuck, that’s your hole,”

“Shhh,” He continued digging inside of me. “Turn around,”

I did what he said, turning to lay on my back as he pulled my legs up, letting my ass move into position for him to slide back inside.

“Fuck my hole sir,”

He slid back inside and began fucking me again, thrusting deeper and deeper again. I couldn’t control my moaning. His hands covered my mouth as he continued hitting it, grunting and moaning and releasing all of his testosterone.

“You like my dick,”

I nodded under his hands.

“Yeah?” he asked again.

I nodded again.

“Yeah,” he began kissing and licking my face. It was a passionate moment as his strokes continued slowly before he planted one kiss on my lips before leaning back to grip my legs again. He went back to pounding me again.

“Fuck. Yess.” I moaned.

“I’m going to cum,” he yelled.

He continued pushing inside of me.

Cum inside. I thought.

I felt him release as he fell into me, wrapping his arms around me as he pushed his dick in and held me into his body.

He felt so manly. His man scent filling my nose as his body pressed against mine. His face, falling to my shoulders as he let himself release all he had inside of me. He began slowly grinding again and let my face move into his underarms. just as I wanted — more of his man scent all over me, all over my face. The sweat from his body mixing it in as he moved his body into me; all of his weight on top of me.

I moaned for him. I moaned for more.

“Come here,” he grabbed me up. His strong arms pulling me around. “Let me see that hole,”

It wasn’t a request as he was already pushing me down to let my ass hang in the air. His hands spreading my cheeks and squeezing my body as he pushed my face into his dick.

“Push it out,”

The cum filled insides came sliding out as he handled my body, letting his fingers caress my hole and enter as he coated my cheeks with his cum.

“Good boy,”

That’s all I wanted to be. His good boy.

He continued smacking my ass, controlling my body, pushing my face into his underarms, his hairy chest, his abs — my tongue licking all over his manly body.

“Suck my dick.” he wanted more of me as his thick dick, still semi hard was back in my mouth and his fingers were teasing my hole, again.

“Fuck,” I moaned.

“Good boy,” he repeated multiple times. He pulled me up again, with my face pressed against his sweaty body. Sliding my face up and down against his muscles. I wanted to lick every inch of him.

He kissed and bit wherever his lips found themselves.

“That’s what you wanted. Right?”

I nodded.

He stood as he held my face. “My good boy.”

I watched him parting from me, taking in the view of his muscular body drenched in sweat. He looked so good. I couldn’t believe where we found ourselves. My mind replaying our session as he stared into me as he moved away slowly. His eyes calling for me. I followed him out of the bed.

This was only the beginning.

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PART II / CH. 02 - USE ME (preview)


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When the shower water began running. I watched his body as he stepped under the water. The water dripping down, washing away the sweat and the passion he possessed in the other room. I stood in awe watching his body as he faced away from me, and I took in the view of his back muscles down to his round ass. The movements he made as he washed away the fuck we just had.

I may have lingered a bit too long, not knowing what move I should make or if he wanted me there. His demeanor seemed to ignore my presence as he faced away but that changed once he turned to see me standing there. His eyes called for me and I immediately found myself in front of him. His hands, strong, manly began caressing over me, washing my body as we stood under the water together.

He moved me around, letting the soap lather my body before I felt him press his body against mine. There was something about how his body dominated mine. His large stature and muscular physique overtook mine.

There was something about being next to him that I couldn’t help but want more of. Especially when he moved me into the shower wall and begin grinding against me with his body, helping the soap and water spread between us. His movements controlled mine and I could feel his dick moving in between his body and the crack of my ass, slowly grinding up and down. His whole body was pinning me to the wall as he began kissing my neck.

Fuck. This was too hot. He was too hot.

I moaned.

He was grunting.

I wanted more of him. Were we about to fuck again? My body ached for more, as if he didn’t already pound me into the bed.

“You love this feeling, don’t you?”

“Yes,”

“You like it when daddy do you like that?”

“Yes,”

His hand found its way around my neck, pulling me off the wall and into his embrace. My head leaned into his muscular frame as he held me. Turning us around so he could lean against the shower wall and to grip me tightly against his body as he continued grinding.

“Want me to fuck you again?”

He knew I did.

I nodded as has hand, gripping my neck, tilted my head up to him and his lips came down to mine, kissing me and letting his tongue invade my mouth.

Fuck. I never expected this encounter to feel this good, but the eyes called for us to connect, as we watched each other on the train ride and now all of the desires we had for each other was being released in this moment.

His grinding had awakened him again and I could feel his hard dick thrusting in the space between us. I was ready to feel it. The feeling was too good having all of his mass against me, rubbing against me, holding me in his strong manliness. He continued to grunt.

His movements harder and faster. Thrusting into me, in an attempt to open me up to his hard dick waiting to fuck me, or maybe he wanted to tease me more; make me beg for him to fuck me. Our moans and grunts were the only sounds aside from the running water. They grew louder and louder the faster he thrusted into me. His hands remaining around my neck.

I moved to his rhythm. When he moved me to face him, I did so with his commands. His mouth returned to mine and we kissed under the running water. It felt as if he could devour me at any moment.

He turned me back around and I was back pressed against the wall. His body staying with me as if we were inseparable. His grinding continued.

“Open up for daddy,” his voice echoed in my ear as I felt his hand slide between my cheeks to tease my hole. I was already open.

He moved, slightly rough but tender. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted more.

“Fuck me,”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”

As if he needed to ask. I was already spreading my legs and arching my back to him under his hands that controlled my body. His fingers continued teasing my hole and his hard dick stood at attention, ready to enter me again.

He didn’t waste any more time and immediately thrusted inside me, going all the way inside without warning. I let out the loudest of moans and his hand found their way to covering my mouth and the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his thrust as he began to pound me into the shower wall.

I gave him control — rather, he took it and I was just a hole needing him to fill me. He was ferocious and I liked it. He couldn’t be tamed and that was the best part because I didn’t want it any other way. I didn’t want this feeling to end.

The sound of him pounding me became louder and the water cascading down splashed with every movement. I was moaning but inside I was yelling, screaming, yearning for more.

“Deeper daddy.”

He pounded faster and faster, slowing occasionally to press his body against mine and letting all of his muscles rub against my back, then he would continue pounding me harder as he gripped my waist, as his hands felt over my abs, jerked on my dick, grabbed on my chest. He kissed all over my neck, then my cheek and tiled my face to kiss my lips again.

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

It was like we both had been waiting to meet, waiting to connect with each other for the sex to be this. It’s what we deserved. It’s what I deserved as I moaned for more. Of course, using me was what daddy deserved.

“Yes, daddy,”

I could hear myself giving daddy what he wanted. I could hear how I gave in and became his good boy. Who had I become? Who did he make me? Was this person always inside of me?

The water to the shower cut off. I didn’t realize it was still going. I didn’t realize I needed a break from the pounding I wanted. He slid out of me and turned me to face him. The strength of this band was almost intimidating. There was an edge about him that excited me. His hand held my chin, tilting my face as his eyes pierced into mine. I could feel my face returning a look to him — a yearning, a sign of approval, a look of desire for him — to please him, to do anything for him, to be whatever he wanted.

“Good boy,”

He pushed my head down to his chest. I had to admit, this was my favorite thing — my face pressed against his manly chest, feeling the hairs brush against my face as he made me feel every inch, down to his abs and then back up to his meaty chest. I inhaled him. He was becoming what I wanted — no, needed to breathe. He moved my face to his underarms and guided me to the crease where hair grew and pushed me further into him.

I couldn’t get enough.

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PART II / CH. 02 - USE ME (continued)

The feel of his body, this close to my face was still not enough. It felt too good. He moved my head again, pushing me down across his chest and abs and down to his throbbing cock. I lowered myself down so his dick was in my face, sliding across before reaching my lips.

The heat from his body was even more intoxicating as his large frame hovered over me and the space between his crotch, my face and the wall behind me, closed in. I took him into my mouth, and he immediately pushed all the way in to the back of my throat. I almost gagged but my body wanted him there and welcomed him in as he pushed down my throat.

This was all I would know as my mouth became a throat for him to fuck and he was back to his ferocious thrusting, this time into my throat. The noises I was making, I couldn’t describe but it was worth it for me to hear him grunt and moan and tell me how much of a good boy I was, and to keep sucking that dick.

I had no choice. Even though I would choose for him to handle me just as he was, thrusting in and out of my mouth, letting my mouth fill with saliva as his dick became lubricated enough for easy access to my throat. I could taste his juices — the precum as he kept pushing into me. His hands gripped my head when there was moments he wanted to stop thrusting, and he held me into his hairy bush.

I refused to tap out, even though the pressure was building, and the intensity of the moment made it hard to breathe but also made me want to gag. He knew exactly when to let up and release me from his hold, to again call me his good boy.

All for you daddy.

It was all I could think, as I attempted to catch my breath. He playfully smacked my face and let his dick tap against my face as well.

“Come here,” he spoke, as he helped me up, to once again kiss me and let his tongue invade my mouth. His body again pressing against me, with all of his weight, pushing me against the wall.

This was a man.

I could stay under him forever.

We exited the shower and I watched as he dried himself with a towel and lost myself in the view of him and the way the towel wiped over his body, the way I should have or the way I wanted to — even though I had, it was hard to look at his body getting wiped down and not think of how he could use me. He pulled me close and proceeded to dry me off, kissing me whenever the towel passed over a spot. There was no personal space separating us.

Fuck. I loved this — him.

We returned to the bedroom, a reminder of where things really took off between us. Looking at the aftermath, I couldn’t help but envision how daddy handled me there. The ruffled sheets and cover hanging off the floor reminded me of the pounding I took here.

He proceeded to fix up the bed, grabbing covers and making the bed. I was still in awe of his muscular stature as he did the smallest of things. He found a spot in the center of the bed and propped himself up against the headboard.

What a view.

He looked to me, taking in the view of him.

“Get over here sexy,”

Yes, daddy.

I made my way over, climbing into bed as he led me in between his meaty thighs. His hands guided me to a spot between his open legs and my head rested on the space below his abs, just above his dick. It was like this was the place I belonged all along. It was easy to relax into the rhythm of his breathing and the quietness of the room.

We stayed like this for a while. My heart was still beating fast, from how intense things felt. I thought either of us might drift off, until I felt him shift under me. He let out a exhausted moan, or sound that felt to show his satisfaction before his voice finally broke the quiet.

“You know,” he started, his voice piercing with manliness, “I don’t even know your name.”

A small laugh escaped me, as I looked up seeing the shape of his abs as my eyes found his face. Now that he mentioned it, I realized the passion that overcame us, threw out any of the conversation that normally comes before what we had experienced. “Crazy, huh? But… I don’t know yours, either.” I seemingly joked back. In my mind he was daddy.

He chuckled, and there was a warmth to it that made my stomach twist in a way that came from the realization that I was here, his body under my face. His body heat, engulfing me and his eyes, meeting mine as if for the first time, in addition to his smile — even that expression made me want to call him daddy.

“Jason,” he said, his voice stern and confident. He paused, as if letting the moment settle, and I felt him studying me, waiting. I could feel the gravity of his gaze on me, as if the moment I said my name, we would move into new territories.

I thought about it, and finally answered. “Daniel.”

He repeated it, almost like he was testing how it felt on his tongue. I didn’t know why that little detail felt important, but hearing my name like that, without any pretense or expectation, felt oddly intimate. Like he wasn’t just saying it—he was accepting it, claiming it in a way. Daniel: his good boy.

He looked up toward the ceiling, the feeling of vulnerability creeping into his masculinity. “Funny, I don’t usually do this kind of thing. Not that you’re… not that I regret anything,” he added quickly, and there was a sincerity in his eyes that made me want to reassure him.

“I get it,” I murmured. “This — I wasn’t expecting… I’m still lost for words at how good that felt. and how good you feel and how you pulled that out of me.” I could see the surprise on his face, like he hadn’t expected me to say that. I wasn’t sure why, but there was something in his expression that made me feel like he knew exactly what I meant.

He shifted, propping himself up more to where my face was now side by side with his legs. “So, I pulled that out of you, Daniel?”

The emphasis on my name turned me on. Yes, daddy. He knew exactly what I was talking about.

He ran a hand over my face, I was searching for the words. How could I explain it further without it sounding a way. It was almost like the experience was out of body for me, like I had become a different person. “Maybe… fucking me like that — like I wanted, like I needed. How was that possible? Is that just what comes with all of this?” I offered, almost as a question, while overlooking his muscular frame. Holding back on the urge to let him know just how daddy he felt. Was this how he fucked everyone?

Jason’s eye raised, and he smiled slightly. “And the way your eyes stared into me was on me?” He reached down to me, gesturing for me to sit up. I did and faced him, his fingers find their way to my face. “So intense, those eyes. You wanted it, didn’t you?”

I did. And I wanted him to know it. And he knew it. Because his eyes found mine, and stayed with me, because he wanted that to. And my eyes fell to that same expression again as I sat across from him. Look away. No, don’t.

His eyes returned a gaze and I could hear in the look he gave me, “Keep looking at me like that and I will fuck you,”

[To Be Continued]

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PART III / CH. 03 - BECOMING HIS


How could I sleep when all of my thoughts, surrounded his muscular figure embracing me. The movements of his chest as he breathed, constantly moving against my face and the scent of his manliness was something I couldn’t get enough of. I kept going over the passionate fuck we had as my body ached with soreness. I had lost all connection to the outside world and in the short amount of time since our eyes met, I was his.

Waking up, I didn’t remember the feeling of him leaving but I awoke in the comfort of his sheets. I couldn’t help but think if I had gone through all that had taken place between us. Did we really lock eyes on the train, for us to follow each other along and end up at his place where he would fuck me into his mattress and then against the shower wall. I could admit that after all of that I miss the feeling of his muscular stature as my mind awakened to being in his bed.

Where did he go?

Should I get my things and leave?

I wondered what move I should make. The sudden soberness from my actions had me considering all options. He was still a stranger, but we had gone passed that. Jason was his name, but he was manly and strong and muscular that I couldn’t escape what he felt like outside of our name exchange.

I finally decided to get out of his bed, as a fumbled around, looking for my clothes. I didn’t know where anything was and outside of my recollection of the sex, I wasn’t really familiar with Jason’s apartment.

Pacing back and forth, I glossed over the situation; I was naked, alone, he was a stranger but more than that. Where did he go? Should I have left the confines of his bedroom, without him around. I should have but did I want to?

He found me just as I decided to leave the room. His muscular stature towered over me in the doorway and my eyes trailed down from his face to his chest in my face, down to his abdominal muscles to his dick. His body distracted me from my original plan of gathering my things to get ready to leave. He held a mug which smelled of coffee, but his presence drew me back in.

A hand around my waist, him leaning down planting his lips on mine and the words ‘morning,’ being spoken in an inviting, masculine tone. Was this my life now? He moved the mug he carried, to my lips letting me taste his coffee and the feeling of wanting to taste him grew, wishing the sips of coffee was of him.

“I didn’t want to wake you, glad you finally decided to get up,”

I would gladly let him wake me how ever he saw fit.

“Thanks. I was too… I guess, satisfied. Last night. Like your body, your muscles… that.” My eyes trailed down to his dick. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of it and him standing in front of me naked was leaving me excited for more. It was like a feeling of thirst needing to be quenched. My throat ached to be filled. My body longing for the feeling of him inside of me. “You could’ve woken me up with it. Putting that right in my face.”

He seemed delighted by the words, intrigued that I had said the words, that I was even daring enough to say those words. His dick jumped as he smiled. He sat the mug down and his hands found themselves on my waist as he moved me back towards the bed.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded.

I did what I was told without question. The second I was down on my knees he had pushed his crotch into my face. It was just as I wanted but he already knew that. I was inhaling him like my life depended on it. Letting his throbbing cock brush over my face, my lips, as I took in his manly scent.

“Suck it,”

My lips parted and welcomed him inside, where he belonged, where he been before. I was ready for it, but I wasn’t ready for him to grab hold of my head to thrust inside my fully. The quick motion forced me to gag as he pulled back.

“Take it… just like you want it,”

He did it again, thrusting inside my open mouth forcefully, letting his dick hit the back of my throat before pulling out again. I didn’t object to him handling me this way, I enjoyed it. It made me want it more.

He lightly slapped my face before he grabbed my cheeks. He began slapping his dick on my face as I moaned and panted for it.

Fuck.

This felt so good. It was only a moment before he was back sliding his dick inside of my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper into my throat. I was becoming accustomed to it that even with his forceful thrust, I was no longer gagging but accepting what I wanted.

The view of his body and the expression on his face letting me know I was doing a good job. His voice sent chills through me as he assured me and continued to tell me to keep sucking him up. I moved to get in a more comfortable position. There was something about being cornered by his muscular frame, as he pushed his body into my face, as my head rested against the bed.

This was the start of the day that I wanted, to be his throat for him to fuck and he didn’t let up on his thrusting. The noises I was making, echoed with remnants of our previous encounter. He continued telling me how good I was doing, how he wanted me to keep sucking his dick, how this was what I wanted.

He was right. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to taste him. I could already get a preview of him again as he continued to fuck my face. My mouth filled with saliva and his precum as he kept pushing into me. Any moment he would be releasing all of his juices, and I could feel it building.

“I’m almost there, baby. Keep sucking it.”

His body leaned over my head as he held himself up on the bed and thrusted into my throat. His crotch pressing me against the bed as he slowed his strokes into me. I was awaiting his milk. I knew it was coming.

“I’m going to cum,” I could hear, partially muffled under his body covering me. He thrusted once more and held himself in position and I started to feel his dick releasing right down my throat. His warm salty sweetness poured into me. I moaned as I swallowed him up. His body spasmed as he continued releasing into me.

Fuuucckkk. He moaned the words. Taking the words right out of my mouth. He tasted so good that my hands grabbed his ass, to hold him inside of me. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of him. My tongue moved around his dick, and I continued sucking. It was too much for him to handle but I held him inside of my mouth.

All for you Jason.

It was all I could think, as I waited for the last drop to come from his dick. He pushed himself off the bed and pulled himself out of my mouth. He stood over me, smiling down at my work.

“Fuck, how did I get so lucky,” he spoke while looking down at me. It was interesting that those were his words — the words I would have said.

I guess we were both lucky.

He helped me up before smacking my ass. “Noted. I think I’ll get used to starting my day this way.” He found the mug and handed it to me. “We should eat, we have to restore all that energy.”

I didn’t disagree. Anything he said I would have agreed but he was right. In theory I was full of his cum, but I couldn’t go on all these hours just being fucked without actual food.

Breakfast had been served and we spent the morning talking. It was interesting having full conversations when originally the idea of this encounter seemed like a one-night thing. We were well passed that, as I didn’t originally get my things and leave, and Jason seemed to enjoy having me around. I didn’t expect getting to know him pass the rough fucking. I had expected we both had sexual tension we needed to release and, in that moment, we found each other but we had extended the encounter with sitting down and having a meal together.

“Maybe sometimes, we’re just meant to cross paths with certain people.” I couldn’t believe how cheesy I sounded, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just nodded, his fingers reaching to wipe food off my face.

Who was this man? How did he exist? How did I end up here?

Jason’s gaze met mine, and there was an intensity in his eyes that sent a chill down my spine again. He had to stop looking at me this way. He had to stop giving me this expression that continued to state that obvious, that he would fuck the shit out of me. As he did. “Maybe,” he said, and for a second, I didn’t remember what we were discussing but he followed up, “Maybe that’s exactly what this is.” His expression carried his words. I could believe he meant that. I could believe anything.

“So, Daniel,” he broke the silence that fell to me. “What are we going to do for the rest of the day?”

I searched for a response. Was this the end of our encounter? What could I say so we could keep this going? I let his words wash over me. Resisting from defaulting to the obvious answer. We could have sex all day. I wasn’t sure what I wanted but I knew it wasn’t for this moment to end.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” I heard the words. It wasn’t what I thought I would say. I tried to correct the thought. “Well, I’m free… I mean I’m down for whatever you want to do,”

“You’re so cute, stumbling over your words.” He stood and found himself behind me and wrapped his arms around me. It was such an intimate moment. I wasn’t expecting from him but couldn’t help but melt in his arms. I could feel how strong he was. “Let’s get dressed then.”

I did what he said and put on gym shorts he gave me as we both put on gym attire. We left his apartment and headed to the gym in the building. I wasn’t ready for a workout, but I was intrigued by the idea of watching him workout.

In the gym, I took it light while distracted watching him lift weights and workout on different machines. He assisted me when we swapped and my need for him got the best of me. His muscular stature towering over me as I laid on one of the machines was turning me on. His crotch inches away from my face as he intentionally stood over me, sweat drenching his chest as I stared at the view of his body above me.

His shirt came off and he wiped away sweat with it. I could no longer look away from his chest. How did he expect me to focus on a workout while he looked like that. Also, how did he expect me to lift as much weight when it was clear he was much stronger than me. He continued to assist before I counted the last rep and returned the weight to its neutral position.

I was covered in sweat when I got off the machine. We took a break, drinking water but Jason’s eyes met mine. I could feel him oozing testosterone. His stamina heightened and his desire for me heightened. He could easily bend me over and fuck me at any moment. I maintained eye contact with him.

“What?” I acted as if I didn’t know what his eyes said. I couldn’t help but smile.

He didn’t answer, instead he was pushing his body against mine. “I want you so bad,”

“You have me,” I was grinding against him so my ass could tease his dick. I bit my lips as his hands moved all over my body, taking me like I was his. He reached up my shirt and wrapped his arms around me as he began thrusting into me. The way he was ready after the previous sessions. It hadn’t even been that long since.

I felt my shorts come down as he pulled his down. His dick sprang up and began poking into me, readying to enter me. I was open, continuing to get used to him inside me. He was able to return slightly with ease.

“Yes, fuck me,”

He didn’t need me to say. He was already pushing inside of me, pulling me down into him. He felt too good not to want him deeper. How were we this insatiable?

“Fuck, you’re so tight Daniel.”

I could cum immediately by the way he said my name.

“Open me up, daddy,” He was already trying, well on his way. My desire for him, had me opening up for him to slide inside. I needed it. He pulled on my shirt, forcing me to bounce on his dick and I did as he commanded letting him hit the insides of my hole.

“Fuck, you love this dick,”

“I do,”

I was bouncing up and down, as hard as I could and as hard as he pulled me into him. If he could get me pregnant, this pounding would do it. The feeling was too good, as if he could split me into, or until we would merge into one being.

It didn’t matter that we were fucking in the middle of the gym. We dared for anyone to catch us. It was the furthest thing from both of our minds as we ravished each other. I moaned, loudly as he pounded me. I never had it this good.

“Fuck, babe. We’re going to have to finish this back in my place so I could really give you this dick.”

Had he not been giving me his all this entire time?

I followed his lead as he slipped out of me and helped adjust the clothes on me. He did the same but didn’t bother putting his shirt back on. I caught my reflection on the reflective surfaces in the elevator as we rode it back to his floor. I didn’t care that the shirt was disheveled from him pulling it so hard. I looked over to him once he pressed the floor and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. We were making out the whole way only separating when the doors opened, and I followed him to his apartment door.

Inside a familiar place — I had seen once before. I hadn’t paid much attention to detail and that wouldn’t change in this moment. Jason was already controlling my body, pulling my face into his chest and wiping the sweat off his underarms and chest with my face.

Yes, use me.

“Love how you aim to please me,”

“Mmhmm.” I’d do anything for him.

We didn’t even make it inside the living room area or his bedroom as he moved my face all over his body. He was so needy for me worshiping his body. — well, I was needy to worship him.

When he turned away but kept my face against his body, I knew what was coming as my face slid across his back, still in his grasp. I could feel him moving me as he arched his back. My face sliding right down his ass.


“Eat daddy’s ass.”

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PART IV / CH. 04 - SUFFOCATED

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How could I say no? There wasn’t a moment to think about it. I wanted to do whatever he asked. He didn’t even have to ask. My face was already pushed between his cheeks and my tongue was already licking, sucking and kissing. I didn’t know what I was doing but I couldn’t deny I was up for the task as his ass pressed against my face.

“Get in there. Taste my sweaty hole.”

It was such a bold claim but one I couldn’t object to. I was in there, whether I was asked or not. Engulfed by his man scent and the taste of him. I could admit I wanted more. I wanted to taste more. I continued letting his ass press against my face, allowing me the taste of his ass, his crack, his hole. His masculinity stronger than ever as he grunted and moaned and demanded more from me.

I lost myself in his cheeks bouncing against my face as his hands pushed me into his ass. I was back to thinking how not too much time had passed since our initial eye contact and now we were here. I had given into wherever this spark between us was going.

“Get over here, slut,”

I couldn’t believe the words but there was no issue with it. I was his slut. I wanted that. The way he demanded me, I wanted to complete the task. I barely moved before his hands grabbed me to move me faster. He grabbed hold of me, pulling me up as he held me up to his face. His eyes intense, lustful, arrogant, strong… manly. I watched his mouth part before spit came flying in my face. It caught me off guard but there was no time to react as Jason was already licking my face before his lips pressed against mine, forcefully, taking over mine as we kissed.

I moaned at the feeling, yearning for more.

“Yeah, you like that.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond even though he didn’t ask a question. He was already pushing me into his room and guiding me until he pushed me on the bed.

“No, put your face right here.” he stated as I got on the bed; directing me to lay across the bed with my head off the edge of the bed. I did what he asked, moving quickly and anticipating his next move.

He moved me so my head hung off the bed and proceeded to slap his dick on my face.

“Yes,” I moaned. My body moving, yearning for him. I needed to please him and now that we were here my mouth opened up, ready for him to slide inside of my throat.

“Look how you want this dick, how bad do you want it?” he said, slapping my face as he spit on me, then he was back to slapping his dick on my face.

“I want it so bad. I need it.” I admitted.

It was enough for him to start grinding into my face, suffocating me was his weight, leaving me no room but to inhale him. My mouth opened, anticipating as his movements teased my lips as his dick slid across without going in fully. I inhaled more of him, his scent and found myself have to choose between him pressed against my face and taking his dick into my mouth.

Luckily, he chose for me, filling my mouth with his dick and all of his length and weight. I needed it. From this angle he entered my mouth with ease, hitting the back of my throat as he began thrusting into me like the ferocious beast that I knew he was. He held no regard for my breathing or gagging or anything. He knew all I needed was his dick and I could handle him.

The only sound I could make was short moans as he fucked my throat and continued telling me how good I was doing. He was rough but its what I wanted as he let me know I was his slut, his bitch, his… and I was going to please him. I was going to what he said.

I nodded in agreement.

Jason finally let me come up for air as he lightly tapped my face. Drenched from sucking on him, wet from his juices, wet from his spit. He moved me into the next position as he climbed on the bed. His muscular frame hovering over me.

Take me.

He climbed over me, lifting my legs up as he dove down, his face to mine; his lips pressed against mine, kissing me too passionately, almost rough but tender. I couldn’t get enough. All of the feelings he was sending me through gave me no time to react to him positioning my hole for him to enter. I was engulfed in pleasure. He was sliding in me as he kissed me, letting his tongue move around inside of my mouth, I couldn’t even let out the moans I desperately needed to. I was almost silent; in awe of his performance. He went slow, pushing in and pulling out, allowing me to take in the feel of him but that lasted a second before he was ferociously pounding away, hitting the deepest parts of my insides. His hand covered my mouth as he stopped me from moaning and yelling. My body moved to his rhythm, wanting more than all that he was already giving me.

“Fuck you feel good,”

“Damn, let me stretch you open,”

“This is my hole,”

His words continued. I nodded, agreeing again. Nothing he could say would allow me to disagree. All I could do was yell out in my mind. “Yess. Fuck me,”

His hand wrapped around my neck, which again kept me from moaning out but made me fall deeper into the passion and pleasure he was giving me. He knew I could handle him. He could get as disrespectful as he wanted, as he pounded me, as he choked me, as he gripped me. He must could tell I was loving every minute of it.

He pounded faster and faster, and I got lost in him. I was just a hole but I was his hole, his pleasure. He tended to me with everything as if he knew just what I wanted — well, needed. He wrapped me up in his embrace as he leaned into me, his entire body on top of me, as my legs were still bent in position for him to fuck me. I loved the feeling of his body covering me, along with the way he disarmed me and overpowered me. I let my self feel his muscles as he continued to go deep inside of me. My moans became soft, as if he had taught me not to yell loudly. Was I starting to be aware of what he wanted?

His grip continued. His fucking me continued. His face was pressed into my neck area as he kissed, and licked and sucked on me. There was so much pleasure. I couldn’t take it. I could feel him fucking the cum out of me. I could feel it building. I was going to cum.

“I’m going to cum,”

“Yes, cum for me.”

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

The fact that I said those words, I could tell that he was close to. His pounding felt intensified and before I knew it, I had exploded in the space between our bodies. It was just as I was feeling him filling my insides as his thrusting became spaced out.

“Yes, cum in me.”

I said the words out loud, even though he was already doing so. I was engulfed in his pleasure, accepting of all that he wanted and all that he was giving to me.

He left no room for me to move as he relaxed holding me as we were. He stayed inside of me.

“Good boy,”

I felt his breathing. I felt the intense heart beating, the attempt at catching our breath. There was no need to move. I was where I wanted to be, him pinning me down; opened to him but because of him. I didn’t mind at all this feeling. Silence took over and I could barely tell how time moved. I had become satisfied under his hold on me.

The days would pass by. I had returned to the normal routine I was used to before my eyes landed on his. How could thing go back to normal? How could I continue when the moments barely left my mind. I could feel myself back at his place, feeling his hands gripping me against him as he thrusted away, rough and passionately. When he was deep inside of me, I desired more. I could still feel it. My body longing to feel it again.

It remained in my mind for some time that I lost track of how much time had passed since those nights—was it a week? Two? I wasn’t even sure anymore. Each day left me disconnected from the reality of work, errands, nights without him. All I knew was that something had changed in me with that encounter. Jason’s absence had an immediate effect on me. I missed him. I missed his manly presence. I missed how he handled me. I missed it — his dick, in my throat, deep in my ass, like he was made for me. There wasn’t another who could follow up that treatment. That’s all I could tell myself.

I thought about him at every moment. Small things would remind me of him. While I was staring at my computer screen, attempting to focus on the workday, I managed to scroll on social media only to stumble on something that took me back to moments with him. Even grabbing a coffee, I thought about waking up to him. Trading the morning coffee for a morning fuck.

Nights were the worst. It seemed cold not having his muscular figure surrounding me. I missed the feeling of his weight on top of me. I tried to sleep but all I was wondering was when he would reach out to me. I wished I didn’t leave with just him getting my number, but it was the worst thing not being able to reach out and say anything. I knew I needed more of him and the thought stuck with me. If I had the chance, what would I even say? Would it sound desperate? Too casual? Too… something? Were we more than the encounter we had?

As much as I needed a break from the pounding I went through, my body ached for the way he made me feel. That passionate, lustful rush like I’d been standing on the edge of something terrifying and beautiful all at once. I could feel his hands around my neck, squeezing tight but gently enough that I could take in the new feeling of him choking me while he hit all the right spots. I wanted to moan in those moments but his overpowering me, didn’t let me. Being without him and in my own bed, I could.

“Yes, fuck me, deeper, just like that…” I would find myself whispering out loud, as if he was in the room with me, fucking me like I wanted him to be.

I was his.

There was no reason he shouldn’t have been using me in this very moment. The way he’d say my name, soft and deliberate, like he was savoring it. The way he’d looked at me, his eyes so full of something I couldn’t quite name. The way he’d lingered, like he knew the control he had over me and he enjoyed that I enjoyed him controlling me.

I hated being away from him even though I was just with him. I hated how quickly I become so needy for him. It was too fast how I missed him. It was absurd, really. I barely knew him but the way he fucked me; it was like we knew each other. We connected on a level that transcended one night. It was more than us being strangers. Something had pulled us together. I wondered what could be going through his mind during these moments.

“How’s daddy’s good boy?” the first words from his message to me. My excitement went through the roof. Excited that he was thinking of me, excited that I was his good boy. “Need you riding daddy’s cock,”

The message was then followed by a picture that immediately sent waves of lust through me. His massive cock, hard, meaty and waiting to be devoured. The way his body looked in the background, left me mesmerized. I had to return the favor and send him a video of mine. I posed in front of the camera on my bed, face down, ass up and moved as if he was fucking me.

“Need it inside of me right now,”

“Damn boy, that hole is winking at me,”

He followed up with a video, stroking his dick. “Look how hard you have me; you should be on your knees for daddy. Taking this dick in your throat.”

My throat ached for it. I wanted that.

“Get over here, now.”

“Yes sir,”

I couldn’t help myself but to get out of bed and get ready for him to use me. Just like I needed. It didn’t matter how late it was, there was a need for me to have him and I needed it filled. I replayed the video of him stroking his dick. Both my throat and hole anticipating it more than I’ve anticipated anything.

It was interesting that I didn’t even take a second to think it over. We barely knew each other but it felt like we knew each other longer. I could also admit, he had a hold on me. This was the beginning of my addition.

The train ride over seemed longer than it was. I had wished I could’ve been with him in an instant, but things didn’t work that way. The night air carried me from the train station as I traced my steps back in the direction of our first moments. I was eager for what was in store. I could feel the nerves overtake me. What was he doing? How did he feel?

“I’m downstairs,”

“I’ll ring you in. The door will be open. Daddy’s waiting,”

[To Be Continued]

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PART IV / CH. 04 - SUFFOCATED

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How could I say no? There wasn’t a moment to think about it. I wanted to do whatever he asked. He didn’t even have to ask. My face was already pushed between his cheeks and my tongue was already licking, sucking and kissing. I didn’t know what I was doing but I couldn’t deny I was up for the task as his ass pressed against my face.

“Get in there. Taste my sweaty hole.”

It was such a bold claim but one I couldn’t object to. I was in there, whether I was asked or not. Engulfed by his man scent and the taste of him. I could admit I wanted more. I wanted to taste more. I continued letting his ass press against my face, allowing me the taste of his ass, his crack, his hole. His masculinity stronger than ever as he grunted and moaned and demanded more from me.

I lost myself in his cheeks bouncing against my face as his hands pushed me into his ass. I was back to thinking how not too much time had passed since our initial eye contact and now we were here. I had given into wherever this spark between us was going.

“Get over here, slut,”

I couldn’t believe the words but there was no issue with it. I was his slut. I wanted that. The way he demanded me, I wanted to complete the task. I barely moved before his hands grabbed me to move me faster. He grabbed hold of me, pulling me up as he held me up to his face. His eyes intense, lustful, arrogant, strong… manly. I watched his mouth part before spit came flying in my face. It caught me off guard but there was no time to react as Jason was already licking my face before his lips pressed against mine, forcefully, taking over mine as we kissed.

I moaned at the feeling, yearning for more.

“Yeah, you like that.”

I didn’t get a chance to respond even though he didn’t ask a question. He was already pushing me into his room and guiding me until he pushed me on the bed.

“No, put your face right here.” he stated as I got on the bed; directing me to lay across the bed with my head off the edge of the bed. I did what he asked, moving quickly and anticipating his next move.

He moved me so my head hung off the bed and proceeded to slap his dick on my face.

“Yes,” I moaned. My body moving, yearning for him. I needed to please him and now that we were here my mouth opened up, ready for him to slide inside of my throat.

“Look how you want this dick, how bad do you want it?” he said, slapping my face as he spit on me, then he was back to slapping his dick on my face.

“I want it so bad. I need it.” I admitted.

It was enough for him to start grinding into my face, suffocating me was his weight, leaving me no room but to inhale him. My mouth opened, anticipating as his movements teased my lips as his dick slid across without going in fully. I inhaled more of him, his scent and found myself have to choose between him pressed against my face and taking his dick into my mouth.

Luckily, he chose for me, filling my mouth with his dick and all of his length and weight. I needed it. From this angle he entered my mouth with ease, hitting the back of my throat as he began thrusting into me like the ferocious beast that I knew he was. He held no regard for my breathing or gagging or anything. He knew all I needed was his dick and I could handle him.

The only sound I could make was short moans as he fucked my throat and continued telling me how good I was doing. He was rough but its what I wanted as he let me know I was his slut, his bitch, his… and I was going to please him. I was going to what he said.

I nodded in agreement.

Jason finally let me come up for air as he lightly tapped my face. Drenched from sucking on him, wet from his juices, wet from his spit. He moved me into the next position as he climbed on the bed. His muscular frame hovering over me.

Take me.

He climbed over me, lifting my legs up as he dove down, his face to mine; his lips pressed against mine, kissing me too passionately, almost rough but tender. I couldn’t get enough. All of the feelings he was sending me through gave me no time to react to him positioning my hole for him to enter. I was engulfed in pleasure. He was sliding in me as he kissed me, letting his tongue move around inside of my mouth, I couldn’t even let out the moans I desperately needed to. I was almost silent; in awe of his performance. He went slow, pushing in and pulling out, allowing me to take in the feel of him but that lasted a second before he was ferociously pounding away, hitting the deepest parts of my insides. His hand covered my mouth as he stopped me from moaning and yelling. My body moved to his rhythm, wanting more than all that he was already giving me.

“Fuck you feel good,”

“Damn, let me stretch you open,”

“This is my hole,”

His words continued. I nodded, agreeing again. Nothing he could say would allow me to disagree. All I could do was yell out in my mind. “Yess. Fuck me,”

His hand wrapped around my neck, which again kept me from moaning out but made me fall deeper into the passion and pleasure he was giving me. He knew I could handle him. He could get as disrespectful as he wanted, as he pounded me, as he choked me, as he gripped me. He must could tell I was loving every minute of it.

He pounded faster and faster, and I got lost in him. I was just a hole but I was his hole, his pleasure. He tended to me with everything as if he knew just what I wanted — well, needed. He wrapped me up in his embrace as he leaned into me, his entire body on top of me, as my legs were still bent in position for him to fuck me. I loved the feeling of his body covering me, along with the way he disarmed me and overpowered me. I let my self feel his muscles as he continued to go deep inside of me. My moans became soft, as if he had taught me not to yell loudly. Was I starting to be aware of what he wanted?

His grip continued. His fucking me continued. His face was pressed into my neck area as he kissed, and licked and sucked on me. There was so much pleasure. I couldn’t take it. I could feel him fucking the cum out of me. I could feel it building. I was going to cum.

“I’m going to cum,”

“Yes, cum for me.”

Fuck. He was fucking me so good.

The fact that I said those words, I could tell that he was close to. His pounding felt intensified and before I knew it, I had exploded in the space between our bodies. It was just as I was feeling him filling my insides as his thrusting became spaced out.

“Yes, cum in me.”

I said the words out loud, even though he was already doing so. I was engulfed in his pleasure, accepting of all that he wanted and all that he was giving to me.

He left no room for me to move as he relaxed holding me as we were. He stayed inside of me.

“Good boy,”

I felt his breathing. I felt the intense heart beating, the attempt at catching our breath. There was no need to move. I was where I wanted to be, him pinning me down; opened to him but because of him. I didn’t mind at all this feeling. Silence took over and I could barely tell how time moved. I had become satisfied under his hold on me.

The days would pass by. I had returned to the normal routine I was used to before my eyes landed on his. How could thing go back to normal? How could I continue when the moments barely left my mind. I could feel myself back at his place, feeling his hands gripping me against him as he thrusted away, rough and passionately. When he was deep inside of me, I desired more. I could still feel it. My body longing to feel it again.

It remained in my mind for some time that I lost track of how much time had passed since those nights—was it a week? Two? I wasn’t even sure anymore. Each day left me disconnected from the reality of work, errands, nights without him. All I knew was that something had changed in me with that encounter. Jason’s absence had an immediate effect on me. I missed him. I missed his manly presence. I missed how he handled me. I missed it — his dick, in my throat, deep in my ass, like he was made for me. There wasn’t another who could follow up that treatment. That’s all I could tell myself.

I thought about him at every moment. Small things would remind me of him. While I was staring at my computer screen, attempting to focus on the workday, I managed to scroll on social media only to stumble on something that took me back to moments with him. Even grabbing a coffee, I thought about waking up to him. Trading the morning coffee for a morning fuck.

Nights were the worst. It seemed cold not having his muscular figure surrounding me. I missed the feeling of his weight on top of me. I tried to sleep but all I was wondering was when he would reach out to me. I wished I didn’t leave with just him getting my number, but it was the worst thing not being able to reach out and say anything. I knew I needed more of him and the thought stuck with me. If I had the chance, what would I even say? Would it sound desperate? Too casual? Too… something? Were we more than the encounter we had?

As much as I needed a break from the pounding I went through, my body ached for the way he made me feel. That passionate, lustful rush like I’d been standing on the edge of something terrifying and beautiful all at once. I could feel his hands around my neck, squeezing tight but gently enough that I could take in the new feeling of him choking me while he hit all the right spots. I wanted to moan in those moments but his overpowering me, didn’t let me. Being without him and in my own bed, I could.

“Yes, fuck me, deeper, just like that…” I would find myself whispering out loud, as if he was in the room with me, fucking me like I wanted him to be.

I was his.

There was no reason he shouldn’t have been using me in this very moment. The way he’d say my name, soft and deliberate, like he was savoring it. The way he’d looked at me, his eyes so full of something I couldn’t quite name. The way he’d lingered, like he knew the control he had over me and he enjoyed that I enjoyed him controlling me.

I hated being away from him even though I was just with him. I hated how quickly I become so needy for him. It was too fast how I missed him. It was absurd, really. I barely knew him but the way he fucked me; it was like we knew each other. We connected on a level that transcended one night. It was more than us being strangers. Something had pulled us together. I wondered what could be going through his mind during these moments.

“How’s daddy’s good boy?” the first words from his message to me. My excitement went through the roof. Excited that he was thinking of me, excited that I was his good boy. “Need you riding daddy’s cock,”

The message was then followed by a picture that immediately sent waves of lust through me. His massive cock, hard, meaty and waiting to be devoured. The way his body looked in the background, left me mesmerized. I had to return the favor and send him a video of mine. I posed in front of the camera on my bed, face down, ass up and moved as if he was fucking me.

“Need it inside of me right now,”

“Damn boy, that hole is winking at me,”

He followed up with a video, stroking his dick. “Look how hard you have me; you should be on your knees for daddy. Taking this dick in your throat.”

My throat ached for it. I wanted that.

“Get over here, now.”

“Yes sir,”

I couldn’t help myself but to get out of bed and get ready for him to use me. Just like I needed. It didn’t matter how late it was, there was a need for me to have him and I needed it filled. I replayed the video of him stroking his dick. Both my throat and hole anticipating it more than I’ve anticipated anything.

It was interesting that I didn’t even take a second to think it over. We barely knew each other but it felt like we knew each other longer. I could also admit, he had a hold on me. This was the beginning of my addition.

The train ride over seemed longer than it was. I had wished I could’ve been with him in an instant, but things didn’t work that way. The night air carried me from the train station as I traced my steps back in the direction of our first moments. I was eager for what was in store. I could feel the nerves overtake me. What was he doing? How did he feel?

“I’m downstairs,”

“I’ll ring you in. The door will be open. Daddy’s waiting,”

[To Be Continued]

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