"My Weekend Home"
The following is a true story. It seems that it can be a wild claim, but it is. Nobody had a 11" cock here. There were no spontaneous orgies or sudden realizations that best friends are gay for each other. This is just a story of a daddy figure I had sought out online a while back, and him and I reconnecting in a dirty and frequent weekend that I was home for the holidays. Enjoy it! Feel free to email me at urbane69@gmail.com , but if you're going to scold me on the bareback sex, don't: this man is the only man I've ever fucked raw. It's something special I hope to recreate with somebody in the future, but I'm far too cautious with just anybody.
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I had landed at the airport early this morning and once I got a rental, drove the last two hours of my journey home. The roads were wet but snow was piled up on the shoulder the entire drive. I got home to a cold and empty house; my parents had been delayed in their own flight back home and wouldn't be home until the next morning. My brother too would be arriving sometime this afternoon. It wasn't the most auspicious of homecomings, but I hadn't been deployed or in the Peace Corps, I couldn't complain! I'm in my senior year of college, and even though it's still in the same state, weather always fucks up travel coming over the pass, so I flew.
The thermostat had been off for a week, and I could see my breath in the air, so I changed into fresh clothes, turned on the thermostat to the land of the living temp and headed downtown to a coffee shop. I kept checking my phone for a certain text message or a missed call. I knew that I'd feel my phone vibrate in my jean pockets, but I was too anxious and impatient. Every few minutes in the coffee shop, despite my good book and hot coffee, my phone was in my hand and my cock hardened in my jeans.
The text I was waiting for is from Marcus. That's his legal name. That's how his friends and his family call him. He has a wife and she's beautiful. I've met his sister and her husband. They both call him Marcus of course, and his name is even saved in my phone as "Marcus". In the two years that I've known him though, I have never once called him Marcus. Since the minute I met him, he has been "Daddy" to me.
I had replied to an ad of his on Craigslist two years ago while I was home on Spring Break. I attached a few pictures to show my white bubble butt and my lean athletic figure, and within minutes my phone rang. I answered it and the man on the other end introduced himself: "this is your new daddy".
And that was that. Later that spring day I was being held down and his cock was buried all the way in my ass. Bare. It was the first time I had ever fucked without a condom, but Daddy showed me his clean bill of health and told me to trust him. A good boy always trusts his daddy. He pounded me every day that week, and if he wasn't cumming in me, he was cumming on my face.
After that, every trip I took home (which did increase to once every month or two), I would make sure him and I saw each other as soon as we could. We went out to the bars, I went to a family barbeque of his and I was always introduced as a friend. I don't know if there was a wink and a nod, or if anybody ever caught on, or if for that matter there had been a previous lean and athletic white boy at his barbeques or not. His wife was always happy to see me, but Daddy never fucked me or became suggestive around her either. Either way, I don't care. His tall bulky figure, his coffee dark skin and his giant 9 inch cock is what I cared about. And to tie all those reasons together, his confident and charming demeanor made for exactly what I pictured my "daddy" to be like.
I sat in the coffee shop next to a snow lined window for nearly an hour. That whole time I read perhaps 5 pages of my book, but checked my phone 500 times. Finally, when my phone was already in my hand, it vibrated. A text read: "I can't host, family is here. Where are you?"
I replied that I was in that particular coffee shop downtown, and thirty seconds later, another text: "I'll pick you up out front".
I was immediately giddy. Flush with adrenaline I could feel the subtle flutter in my heart and that familiar tickle sensation in my fingers. It wasn't the cold: it was the excitement that I'd get to see Daddy. I looked around feeling like I was blushing and that everybody knew what was about to happen to my body. Playing it cool, I put my book in my pack and tucked in my chair trying to be inconspicuous. It was foolish that anybody would have any inkling. First, I'm a very masculine athletic man and nobody has an idea that I love cock, let alone have Daddy. Second, in this town? Nobody would bat an eye over interracial gay sex; we're north of Seattle. I walked outside and waited in the slight mist and the cold.
Only a few minutes later Daddy pulled up in his BMW. I don't know the model, but it was low with untinted windows, and I had to duck down to get inside. When I closed the door Daddy reached over and cupped my neck with his big dark paw. "Good boy! I'm happy your home!"
I smiled broadly and with all the ease and habit in the world: "Great to see you too Daddy, it's been way too long!" I held his big hand with mine, then reached over and felt his thigh, gripping lightly his full cock running down his pant leg. I moaned my approval, an approval Daddy has always known he has from me, not that he ever needed it.
I felt just how big and heavy it was, not even hard, just full in anticipation. If my heart was fluttering with adrenaline in the coffee shop, I was having a blissful heart attack in his passenger seat. His cock had been in my ass countless times. I had spent literally hours on my knees worshipping it, and not once has it lost any of its magic or power it has over me. I've always needed Daddy's cock; I just didn't know it until I met him.
He pulled into the street and began driving around. We had the problem of figuring out where we could play. Neither of us could host, and the two gay bars in town wouldn't be open until well after dark. We finally settled on a park. Daddy was a little skeptical; all the parks were still crowded because of the snow.
"I know which park", I declared with finality. I knew just the spot. "Go to the south end of the lake. There's the main beach where people walk and stuff, but back behind the baseball diamonds is a parking lot with a restroom."
Daddy smiled big, I had made him happy.
We took 20 minutes to drive there. We didn't talk too much and it was a relaxed and comfortable silence. As we got closer though and turned into the long winding driveway into the park, Daddy started squeezing his cock through his pants. He was clearly fully hard now in anticipation; just like I was. He looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back and unfastened my seatbelt. I adjusted myself so I was kneeling on the floor of his front seat and leaning way over, past the gear shift and unbuttoning his pants. A cock like his doesn't just jump out when the zipper is down. He had to lift his hips up and I pulled his jeans past his ass until his cock sprang out at me.
It was just as overwhelming as before. 9 inches. Cut. Hairless and smooth. It was thick, and his head even thicker. Veins ran all along the top, and his balls, also smooth hung low outside his fly. Daddy smelled like the coconut wash he's always used.
Instinctively I began to drool. Without any hesitation I dove on it, sucking in as much as I could, his fleshy cock hot in my mouth, feeling the heat from all the blood in him coursing through such a large slab of meat. Daddy let out a soft moan and a "yes..." as I did what I did best for him. Soon his black skin was shining with my spit and drool and I started stroking him fast while I buried my face in his balls. I couldn't get enough, and never will. His balls and all that flesh was draped across my face, and when I coated those too with my spit, I started sucking his cock again. All the meanwhile though, Daddy kept driving through the park. I heard the voices of people who he was driving by, going for a walk, parking or climbing back into their cars. They were only feet from me, and above us. All they had to do was look inside the silver BMW driving beside them and they'd see me, on my knees and awkwardly draped over the console, my face impaled by a giant black cock. Maybe some of them would even recognize me.
And as long as that cock was in my mouth and Daddy was enjoying himself, I couldn't give a shit if any of them saw me, or if they knew me, or if they'd be disgusted by what they saw. I knew what I needed, and I knew what Daddy needed.
I could feel the Daddy make a few more turned and then come to a stop. He pulled me up off his cock so he could put it in park and turn off his car. I tried to compose myself while Daddy tucked his cock back into his pants, but my face was red, my eyes watery and spit lined my mouth.
We looked around the parking lot to make sure the coast was clear. Not a single car was parked back here, and the baseball diamonds were empty. We had this corner of the park to ourselves. Daddy looked a lot more at ease than I'm sure I did when we casually walked into the men's room together. The bathroom was relatively warm, and even though the door had a deadbolt to it, we didn't secure it. Inside were two urinals, two stalls and a handicap stall. The concrete floor looked frigid, and a small puddle had gathered in the center of the room. I couldn't tell if it was piss, melted snow or a leaky sink that had made it.
Daddy held the door to the middle stall open for me, like a true gentleman for his bitch. As soon as I was in he locked it and jerked his pants down. Out came his cock, just as hard as in the car. I dropped to my knees and with my hands on his thighs began bobbing up and down on his cock again. My mouth was so full, his cock so warm, his smell so intoxicating. I was in heaven. I couldn't get enough. I could feel the heat of his thighs in my hands, his own warm hands cupping the back of my head and pulling on my ears, stroking my chin and my cheeks. Soon, his cock and my face were dripping with long thick strings of my spit, swinging lazily back and forth as I kept fucking my face on his cock.
It was with Daddy that I taught myself to deep throat. I had never been with a guy I wanted to please as much as I did Daddy, and so I committed myself to defeating my gag reflex in order to give him what he deserved. Kneeling on the cold park bathroom floor, I was deep throating him like never before. My lips would hold his precum-slick head for a second, then I'd slide forward and feel his cock push through my mouth and open up my throat until I felt my nose on his body, then I'd hold him there for a few hesitations, and ease back up to breath.
Daddy was saying the nastiest most depraved things to me as I did this. I was his boy, his cock sucking slut, his little white bitch. It's exactly what his boy needed to hear, and I knew I had his adoration and his gratitude for making him feel good. I kept it up, and soon the tendrils of saliva and spit had covered my face and dripped all over my shirt. I was a sloppy mess, just like Daddy was saying.
Without warning, Daddy bent down and pulled me up by my armpits. He heaved up, and my legs still bent he carried me in my cock sucking position into the handicap stall. I was surprised he had done that, could do that. He's big, and built like a football player, but I'm not a twink either. As soon as he set me back down he leaned over and locked the stall door. I was back on his cock as before, deep throating him and making a big mess.
Again Daddy pulled me off his cock. I looked up wondering why.
"Turn around, turn around" He said. I stood up and turned around, and he grabbed me. Bending me at the waist Daddy bent me over the toilet and I steadied myself on the handrail. He thrust against me like he was fucking me. With my pants still on it was just a shove really, but I knew exactly how that sort of thrust from him feels when it's his cock shoving into me. I moaned both at the memory of him fucking me exactly like that before, and in anticipation of being fucked like that again. His hands were firm on my hips holding me steady as he crashed against me, and with one hand I managed to undo my belt. As soon as Daddy felt that, his fingers curled around my pants and yanked them down. Again it took two hands to keep myself steady.
The cold air slapped my ass, and when Daddy really did slap my ass, it stung much more intensely. I yelped and Daddy moaned. With my pants out of the way I could feel his cock slapping against me as he thrust his hips against mine. He held me close and I felt his giant cock nestled between my ass cheeks. It felt as big as it looked and the warmth of it was comforting. Daddy's animal heat was warming me back up through my bare ass. His cock slick with all the saliva and spit I could muster, he was humping my ass crack, sliding that big cock up and down across my hole. I started rocking my hips back and forth to add to the movement, and soon we were both moaning.
"Fuck me Daddy, I need it bad please give it to me, please, please" I was moaning into my arm. I was still awkwardly bent over the toilet, my face buried into the crook of my arm to keep the noise down and keep from having my head shoved into the wall.
I heard Daddy spit into his hand, and felt his warm fingers roughly enter my asshole. The spit helped, and quickly my ass relaxed to welcome such a familiar intruder. His fingers left, and I felt the head of his cock line up on my hole. I bit into my arm. It always hurts at first, but it always feels incredible soon after. Daddy spat again, right onto my stretched little asshole. With his hand guiding his cock, he slowly pushed in. At first my ass resisted but the slow constant pressure and the coat of spit and saliva lubed my hole up well.
Finally...POP.
It was in. Daddy had slid his cock past the first ring of muscles, and once past that, I saw stars. My breath was taken away. All I could do was let out a loud guttural moan. Animalistic. I couldn't see straight, I couldn't stand up or talk or do anything. All my fine motor skills were gone, taken from me by Daddy. Daddy felt that pop too. He held his cock right there, motionless for just a second. Then the fucking came. Slowly then picking up speed he was pushing in an out, back and forth, deeper and deeper into my asshole. It wasn't mine really, anymore. It was Daddy's. He had claimed in those years ago and it's always been his.
At this point I was just along for the ride. I could barely steady myself and not fall onto the toilet as he shoved his cock into me. His big strong hands were around my waist, nearly holding me up and dragging me into and away from him to match his cock pounding into me. Daddy was grunting as loud as I was moaning, him like a man, a strong confident manly man, and my moans, wailing like an animal or somebody not in any sort of control of himself, herself, itself. I had no agency of myself. My senses were both numbed and heightened at the same time. My vision faded, sounds turned fuzzy and the room spun. The only this I was absolutely acutely aware of was the tremendous and amazing pressure in my asshole. His cock filled me up to my very limit, and the heat radiated off it, warming the rest of me. His cock was sliding along my prostrate, blinding me and racking my body with pleasure as intense as the feeling of something so big and hard in my asshole.
I barely know what happened in that moment when Daddy was fucking me, and really, its secondary; me knowing the details. The important thing is I was used. I had my ass filled up with Daddy's cock. I gave Daddy pleasure as much as he took pleasure from me. At some point his grip tightened on my hips, his thrusts became more staccato into me, and with a final grunt he thrust all the way into me and then through me, his cock buried all the way but his hips pushing farther still until I finally collapsed onto the handicap toilet. His cock stayed in me, Daddy made sure of that, and I felt his cock pulsing and throbbing in my asshole, and his balls were emptying right into me. Jet after jet of Daddy's hot cum coated my insides, and if I thought his cock was hot, his thick cum was even hotter.
We were frozen in place as Daddy finished cumming. I finally took my head from my arm and began to gain control of myself again. I was catching my breath as Daddy held himself in me. My hands reached around and held his ass, making sure he stayed buried in my ass. I loved that moment, feeling his hot skin against me, his hot flesh inside me, and his cum even hotter and deeper than that.
Daddy finally pulled out and my stretched hole felt empty and cold. His cum was sliding down my hole and out of me, quickly cooling in the cold air. I fingered my ass, three fingers all the way inside with nearly no resistance. I scooped up the warm cum as I felt it dribble and then sucked my fingers clean. I went back for seconds and thirds, each time my ass just as loose and sloppy as before. Finally I had eaten all of Daddy's cum.
I looked up at him, already tucked back inside his pants and zipped up. He was smiling down at me as I ate his cum from my asshole. I was sitting bare assed on the cold concrete, between the toilet and the wall, right below the hand railing.
"Holy fuck, Daddy. Thank you"
Those were the only words I could think to say. Thank You.
I slowly stood up and got dressed again. I didn't bother with any clean up. I didn't wash my face or my hands or my ass. Instead, we walked back to his car and during the drive back downtown to drop me off, I reveled in the feeling of my asshole opened up and loose from Daddy. He dropped me off at my car with the promise of texting me later that evening to see if I was free.
It was just the start to a great weekend being home for Daddy.