Sorry there was such a gap between the 3rd and 4th section. I plan to continue writing the series until it is exhausted. Always open to ideas! Looking to write a new chapter every two weeks to one month! Would love feedback, ideas, and such. Thanks!
Author's Note: If it is frowned upon in your community to be reading materials containing homosexual behavior, or if you personally frown upon it, I recommend you leave now.
This story contains graphic depictions of sex between a young adult and older men. The story is based upon true events, yet the characters are idealized or simply fictitious. People in this story don't recognize disease, the real world does. PLEASE... make safe choices.
If you liked the story below - Nifty's "Gym Shower Lust" Series is based on the same main character and is by the same author, but follows different and non-sequential plot lines.
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Daddy Hunter Part 4: Housework with Mr. Caldwell (part 1 of 2)
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My name is Mike. I am about 5 ft 10 inches. 195 lbs with a football, muscle and fat, build. I occasionally have a six pack, but usually I just have a nice round belly. My biceps, pecs, and legs are huge though, and I've received a decent number of compliments. In essence I could be a cub if I were hairier. I've got decent 6 inch dick. I have short black hair in a military buzz cut. The other thing you should know about me is that I love sex. Particularly sex with daddies, coaches, etc. If it's a male role model, I want to fuck him.
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I have to admit I was on a dry spell. Football season had calmed down significantly, so I was not pushing myself everyday at the gym. As a result, my tummy was getting just a touch round. I was hornier than ever, but wasn't getting any action. Mr. Dean was too ashamed to have me over anymore, especially after his wife found my cum-stained jock strap in their bed. As much trouble as I caused him, I can't help but laugh a bit at his situation. Once again though, that's none of my business.
The only person I was regularly having sex with anymore was Brad. I had to admit, he just wasn't doing it for me anymore. Brad is more of a bottom. As much as I like fucking his cub ass, I just get an itch that only a big thick man dick can truly fill.
One day while I was fucking Brad at my house, he made a comment that perked my interest.
"Dude, my neighbor, Mr. Caldwell, keeps asking me to come over to do housework for him. I'm pretty sure he's trying to stick it in me"
I rammed my dick harder into Brad, making him half moan and half protest. "I wouldn't be surprised. He's really hot."
Brad giggled as my cock slid in and out of his well used hole. "I knew you'd think so. You always like the bigger guys"
"Yep" I growled, speeding up, and finally unloading my cum into Brad's hole. I pulled my cock out and rolled over onto the bed.
"I was thinking," Brad began "Do you remember the construction daddy that bred you and gave you money?"
I hesitated. "Yeah I remember".
Brad smiled one of his devilish smiles. "I figure there's a pretty good market for a muscle cub boy like you. Differentiated products and high demand means we can set a pretty high price"
"I am not involving myself in your prostitution circle" I responded flatly.
"It's not prostitution man. It's escort services.
Besides, you know you want the money" Brad responded quickly.
He had a point, I was heading out to college soon. I would need the money.
"Fine..." I answered.
"Great." Brad responded enthusiastically. "I already have your first assignment!" He exclaimed.
Two hours later we were sitting outside his neighbor, Mr.
Taylor Caldwell's house. We approached the door together and knocked.
There was a grumbling from inside. Within a minute, Mr.
Caldwell answered the door. He was wearing a stained white t-shirt and boxers.
He had not shaved a few days. He was most likely in his early 40s. He was approximately 5 ft 11 and 250 pounds. He definitely wasn't muscular, but he had some muscles. He had a shaved head and no facial hair. He definitely had a beer gut, then again his desk job at a large marketing firm probably didn't offer him much of an active lifestyle. Immediately his face lit up when he saw us together.
"Oh hello Brad! To what do I owe the pleasure?" He asked.
"Well Mr. Caldwell. I remember you offering me some extra money to help clean up around the house. I thought I'd take you up on that offer. I also brought my friend, Mikey" Brad chirped. He gave my round butt a playful slap.
Mr. Caldwell's eyes lit up with life as he figured out what Brad meant. "Well of course, please, come in boys." He gestured us in. His boxers were already tenting hard. He looked like he had a 6 inch dick on him.
"So our service is... a bit unique" Brad began as we all sat down. The house wasn't even messy. I smiled to myself. This guy wanted us bad.
"Oh, how so?" Mr. Caldwell asked.
"You see. We clean in any sort of outfit you'd like!" Brad responded. "If you have any sort of underwear or costumes you want us in. That's what we're wearing."
Mr. Caldwell smiled. "I think I have a couple of ideas for that then."
"Also, we guarantee complete satisfaction." Brad said suggestively.
I was sitting next to Mr. Caldwell on the couch and took the opportunity to rub the inside of his thighs. A small wet spot was beginning to form where his dick head was pushing against his boxer shorts.
Mr. Caldwell moaned slightly. "What's the prices?"
Brad smiled. "At $200 per job, I feel we are being very fair"
Mr. Caldwell moved my hand from his thighs to stand up. He left the room and returned with his wallet and handed Brad two hundred dollar bills. He also was holding two different pairs of underwear.
"Since I'm the costumer, I assume I'm in charge now" He stated authoritatively.
"Yes sir" Brad commented.
"Good" Mr. Caldwell answered. "First, I want Mikey here to wear this." He handed me a pair of dirty white briefs. The smell was rather funky, which kind of turned me on. "I want you to wear this." He spat, throwing Brad a pair of laced panties. "They're my wife's"
I smiled, knowing Brad had gotten the shittier end of the deal.
"Done" Brad responded. We both went to the bathroom and changed. When we came out. Mr. Caldwell had taken off his shirt and was rubbing his thick 6 inch cock through his boxers.
"I think we should start off separate. Brad why don't you go up to my bedroom and clean up there. I think Mikey here needs to straighten up my couch" Mr. Caldwell muttered.
I nodded as Brad headed upstairs. I leaned over the couch.
Before I could even touch the cousins, I felt his hands at my hips. He was right up against me, grinding his hard cock against my muscular jock butt.
"Man, you're the hot one, aren't you?" Mr.
Caldwell muttered, feeling my back. "Pretty thick kid. Got all these muscles. Who knew you were such a whore for daddy cock"
I moaned audibly as his hands slipped around and grabbed my meat through the underwear.
My moan sent Mr. Caldwell a message of authority. He pulled me upright and began to kiss my neck. His hand slipped into my underwear and grabbed my cock. "That's some nice meat you got here, boy." he muttered. "But your real asset is this meaty ass."
In one swift movement he pushed me face first into the couch and ripped a whole in the underwear. The fucker was at least kind enough to spit into my hole to lube it up. In my calculations of his cock sized, I failed to realize his dick was as thick as a beer can. When he began stuffing my ass unceremoniously, I almost blacked out. I let out a scream in pain. He retaliated with a sharp slap to my ass.
"Shut the fuck up whore. I don't want to ruin the surprise for your friend up there" He growled.
He began plunging his cock deeper and deeper into me. I moaned softly.
He pulled out and left my hole gaping.
"Get on your back" He spat.
I complied, pulling my legs up, showing off my hole to his thick member. He teased me at first, gently rubbing the cock against the outer ring of my ass.
"Beg for it, jock boy. Beg for daddy to fuck you. Say you want Mr. Caldwell's cock in you" he threatened.
"Please, fuck me. Stick your big dick in me, Mr.
Caldwell" I moaned.
He didn't have to be told twice. Soon his thick cock was plumbing my ass. I could feel all my muscles tensing up as he fucked me. Within a few minutes, he growled and stuck his cock into me extra hard. I felt his fluids filling my abused hole.
He pulled out of my ass and grabbed my head and forced it on his dick. "Clean off my cock you whore. I gotta go fuck the other boy" He roared.
I complied, sucking his used cum off his dick. He used his big paws to grab me around the jaw and lifted me up. He smiled, then spat in my face before turning and leaving. I was stunned on the floor for quite some time, feeling his cum leak out of my used hole.
I heard him walk up stairs.
"Brad! I think the bedroom's clean. I think I need you to clean up the mirror in the bathroom!"
He hollered. I could see that his dick was still hard.
After 15 minutes or so, I climbed to my feet and lumbered upstairs. I could hear muffled screaming from a closed bathroom. I opened the door hesitantly. The scene got my dick hard again. Brad was pressed up against the bathroom mirror. His panties were stuffed in his mouth and tears were in his eyes. I noticed Mr. Caldwell ramming his cock up Brad's hole at a merciless rate. Brad's eyes widened in surprise, then rolled back. Brad's hard cock began shooting cum all over Mr. Caldwell's body.
It didn't take much longer for Mr. Caldwell to unload in Brad, giving a fierce push and a final howl as his cock exploded deep inside Brad's butt.
"Come here, boys" Mr. Caldwell muttered, leading us to the bedroom.
Once inside, he spun around and slapped Brad. "Get on your feet fat boy." Brad complied obediently like the good bottom he was.
"Suck off your muscle friend's big dick"
I leaned back as Brad swirled his tongue around my cock head. Then without warning, he began deepthroating my thick meat. I moaned and began shoving my cock farther and farther into Brad's throat.
"Yeah, fuck his face" Mr. Caldwell muttered. The fucker was hard again. He was casually stroking his thick meat as I facefucked Brad.
Brad pulled off my cock and gave me a few strokes. He then ran his tongue on the underside of my cock, which sent me over the edge. I came hard, all over his face.
"Good. Now kiss each other" Mr. Caldwell commanded.
We snowballed. I tasted my own cum as well as a mixture of Mr. Caldwell's, which led me to suspect that Mr. Caldwell had fucked Brad's face before fucking Brad's ass.
"Come here boys, ride your daddy" Mr. Caldwell demanded, leaning back on his bed.
Brad and smiled to each other. I helped Brad straddle Mr.
Caldwell and forcefully shoved Brad down on Mr. Caldwell's cock. Brad screamed in pain and Mr. Caldwell slapped him again.
Thankfully for my bruised hole, Brad got Mr. Caldwell off.
As Mr. Caldwell emptied his third load up Brad's hole, from the back I could see Brad's ass leaking large amounts of cum back out. Brad slumped off Mr.
Caldwell's pole and laid on the floor, attempting to recover.
"Fuck..." He kept murmuring to himself.
"You boys are good." Mr. Caldwell commented, cleaning off his cock with a kleenex. "Do you guys do parties?"
I smiled, looking at Brad's devastated body on the floor.
"I think it can be arranged" I responded firmly.
Daddies hunted to date: 5
Total Profit: $470