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More Tears
Part 1
A tri-tone indicated the arrival of a text message: "Downstairs, Daddy", so I buzzed him in. This one seemed promising based on his response. At 5'6" and 110 pounds he was just the right size - petite; and although at 23 he was a bit older than I might have liked, the accompanying pictures had sold me. Cute and fey and gay with a look in his eyes that fairly said "I'm a total fairy, please use me as such!"
At 43, 6' and 155 pounds with a balding head of silver hair, I'm not precisely every gayboy's dream dad. Indeed, I'd been a skinny guy up til recently, when middle age caught up with me and presented me with the gift of a slight paunch which left me looking like an anaconda that had just swallowed a goat. Most of these pussyboys seem to be looking for muscle daddies and here I was, more Ward Cleaver than Mr. Clean. In my favor: 1) the one muscle that pussyboys really care about is quite impressive (that is to say, I have a big dick) and 2) I seem to know exactly how to communicate what I'm looking for, in such a way that the cocksucking pussyboy cumslut comes out in anyone who reads my ads, so a posting would invariably bring me at least one worthwhile subject, albeit after sorting through a whole lotta chaff and bran. You know - 50 year old guys who "always dreamed of being used like that"; or maybe guys who were in the age range, 19 years old, but 6'3 and 200 pounds - enthusiastic, but inelegant and not really suitable for a guy like me to physically dominate.
So this one, coming up the stairs, seemed right on target. Indeed, his first reply fulfilled all requests, giving his full stats and several face pictures. In addition, he'd indicated that the scenario described was his precise interest and (+1!) he'd addressed me as "Daddy". The ad he'd answered?
"43 yo wm, 6 ft tall, hundred fifty-five pounds, hung eight inches cut, five thick, negative, drug and disease free for same
So here's the routine when you arrive: No chit-chat. We head directly into the bedroom where I feel you up, look you over, and try out a few simple instructions (strip, kneel, show Daddy how much you want his cock by making love to it through his jeans or underwear, etc etc). Maybe make out a little bit and then let you show me how you take care of nice big hairy low hanging balls -- and I'll bet you do know how to make nice big hairy low-hanging balls feel really good, don't you, baby boy?
If you do a good job on my balls, then you can lick your way up the shaft to my cockhead and start working out the dick honey that will be bubbling up there, licking it out of my piss slit with your tongue, milking it out with your lips, smacking your lips on Daddy's cockhead like a good horny little boy should. After you get a nice taste of Daddy's dick, you can slowly start working more of my cock into your horny fucking mouth, til my cockhead is banging against the back of your throat.
Of course, this is where the really dedicated little cocksluts are separated from the boys, because a lotta boys think that's deep throating, but you and I both know that's only REST POSITION. At that point you have a little less than half of my cock in your throat, which is where you should be when you're catching your breath. If you're a well trained boy, you'll be able to take the rest all the way down; if not, well, Daddy will see to it you learn how to swallow the rest. Then, when you have my full rod owning your pussyboy mouth and throat, THAT'S when you'll start to see God.
Your little boydick will start throbbing up and down uncontrollably (not that you'll be noticing it, because you'll be all focused on trying not to die with your throat stuffed full o' cock, but it always amuses the hell out of ME) and you'll eventually start to struggle, thinking you're about to lose consciousness. About two seconds after you think you absolutely can't take any more, I will slowly start to pull my cock out of your face, and it'll be dripping with your spit and stomach juices and my precum. I'll cockslap you with it and rub it over your pussyboy face while you catch your breath; but then I'll grab your hair and start reinserting it, prolly a minute or two before you think you're ready. Don't worry, though - your throat will adjust soon enough.
Lather, rinse, repeat, until I pull out and blow a massive fucking load all over your face. When I'm finished, your face will look like a fucking glazed donut and you'll feel like a Times Square whore, but you'll know what it means to be a real little pussyboy.
Get in touch w/ur face-pic n stats to start getting this set up.
BTW: For a first meeting, you would want to come over with an empty tummy - don't eat for at least two hours before we meet, and don't drink liquid right before either, or you'll find yourself licking up a massive mess off the floor while Daddy takes the belt to your ass.
Anyway, that's the ad the little fairy headed up the stairs had answered, and that's what I had in mind for him. Let's just hope he is as described...