Chubby Bri-bri
This is 95% true and has very little embellishment. Most of the quotes are to the best of my memory and are meant to paint a picture of the event. Do not read if you are under your local legal age. Author retails all rights to this work.
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Feet, fetish, oral, anal, rimming, dom/sub daddy/son
Encounters, Fetish
Part 1
While on business trips I would often sniff around seeing if I could find some playmates to mitigate the boredom that often would follow me to the hotel room. To that end the first choice is to look online to see if anyone is interested. I was in my mid-30's at the time, in good shape, not too bad to look at. I would find myself looking for guys younger than myself, which is my preference. After a bit of time I would score and sometimes not but this story about one of the best times I ever had with a sweet chub boy in the Midwest.
I was browsing profiles and saw a thumbnail image of what appeared to be a chubby guy. I clicked on it and saw this cute smiling face of a 20-year old boy and upon looking at the other posted pictures some full body shots, clothed, wearing jeans and a tank top. His short brown hair and brown eyes read Midwest farm boy and he was so sexy! He stood about 5'10", weighed in at about 220#, white pale skin, smooth belly, no chest hair, just a vision of perfection. I pinged him not thinking that he would respond but I could at least say "Hi." I was surprised that he said "hi" back and we chatted for a bit.
His name was Brian and I he really loved older guys, older than me at the time in fact, but we did click on other things so I think that is what piqued his interest. He loved to be dominated by a daddy, in fact he called me daddy when we had sex and he loved to be spanked because he was always a 'bad boy.' I like being a dominate daddy figure, love roleplay and also into other fetishes like feet and other things. He liked what I was telling him and we agreed to meet.
The deep details are a little fuzzy the first time we met in person because I had flown in that late morning, worked all day and went to the hotel room exhausted. I got a notification on my phone that he sent me an email, saw it was him and started emailing him back and forth. It was probably around 10PM, I had a couple of beers and was fading fast and he said that he wanted to meet that night. I was like oh man, I am horny as hell now, but also really tired. He said that he understood and that we didn't have to really do anything that night but we could at least meet and talk a little. I agreed to meet him in the hotel bar at around 10:30-45. I felt at least I should get cleaned up IF something happened, so I took a quick shower, threw on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater my Adidas slides with some socks (always the foot thing with me, plus it was cold and snowy outside), sat at a table in the bar that was kind of dark and ordered a scotch. About 10:40 I got a message on my phone that he was parking and would be there in a minute. I told him where I was sitting and he said ok.
I could see the front door and I saw him walk in. He was dressed in jeans, an orange sweater, black hoodie and some black Converse chucks with no socks, we made eye contact and we smiled at each other and he came over and sat down. We were talking, mainly small talk, he ordered a coke from the bar and we sat there chatting. I was thinking to myself, shit if I wasn't so tired I would totally take this boy to my room. I sort of got a second wind and we were verbally flirting with each other back and forth and we would sort of touch hands and fingers but were careful. We were in the Midwest after all, and they don't like fags out there! Ha-ha.
Between the back and forth I hadn't noticed that he had kicked his shoes off and I felt his cold foot rubbing on my calf. He licked his lips and gave me a big smile, I smiled back and said, "Careful Brian, you start doing that and I may have to drag you back to my room.' He kept rubbing his foot closer to my cock and said quietly, 'that's what I was hoping for... (and then mouthed the word 'daddy') to me. I was like, fuck! Damn! I am tired, not sure if I can really perform well. I told him that I really wanted to but was so exhausted I am not sure if I can really get deep into it, but I really wanted to and asked if he was available the next evening. He said he was until around 8PM or so and it was ok if we didn't go all the way that night but suggested that maybe we could go to my room and say good night properly. I said sure, I mean maybe we could make out and feel each other up, maybe do a quick jack and we part until tomorrow.
He slipped his shoes back on and we went towards the elevator. As we walked past the front desk, the guy behind the counter, Mexican, mid 20's, skinny and cute said "have a great night guys" and gave us a huge smile! Not sure if it was a they are going to fuck smile or he wanted to join in smile. I came back to town a few weeks later and fucked the desk guy, but that is another story.
Anyway, we got to my room, sat on the bed and started making out. As tired as I was, I was still hard and he said to me "I know your tired daddy, can I do something to help you sleep good?" and reached into my sweat pants and started stroking me. I said sure and asked if he wanted me to call him, son, boy, or what and he said those are ok but he liked 'Bri-Bri.' Bri-Bri it is then. I said "Sure Bri-Bri, how are you going to help daddy sleep good?" I swear his facial expressions changed and he went from a horny 20 to innocent and horny 12 in a heartbeat! "I can lick your thing again if you want..." I was like shit this kid is good! "What about your thing Bri-Bri?" He smiled, "You don't have to daddy we can do more tomorrow."
He untied my sweats, pulled them down, "Wow daddy, your thing is big, I hope it fits this time." "In your mouth" I asked? He said, "Well there and in my butt." [Sidebar-I think it's cute when a guy playing young says butt, not ass-ha-ha!] He was still clothed and proceeded to give me a great blow job, not touching himself and was totally focused on making his daddy cum. He was really good at it! He would suck just the head a few times and go deep into this throat without gagging and then switch off by sucking and licking my balls. While he worked at it I would gently caress his head and run my fingers thru his short cropped hair. I was amped up pretty fast and didn't take too long. I told him I was going to cum and said, "Where do you want daddy's cum?" All he said was 'mmphh' because he had a mouth full of cock. I warned him again and said if unless he wanted a mouthful I was going to cum in a second, again with the mmmhmmmph! Bri-Bri, daddy's cumming!! He went deep and I blew a pretty good load considering I was really out of it. He sucked it all down, didn't waste a drop. He took his time cleaning up my cock, swallowed down again and looked up at me.
"Your stuff tastes good daddy." and then he smiled. I am sure he was hard as stump and I did ask if daddy could return the favor, he said, "No, that's ok daddy. I have a boner but I will save it for tomorrow, if you still want me to come over tomorrow."
I grabbed his head and started kissing him again and said "What the fuck do you think? Hell yes!"
He smiled and said "Good. I really want to see you again and spend some time with you daddy. Maybe we can do more tomorrow night?" "Of course," I said. "I am looking forward to it already."
He kissed me again, "Sleep good daddy." He walked out the door looking back and smiled at me.
Man, did I ever sleep! As soon as the door closed I completely passed out.