Twenty years with one man, I'd loved him dearly, and it would all come to an end if I didn't stop myself now. But looking down, seeing my big cock resting against an 18 year old twink's tight little hole, I knew there was no stopping. I pushed forward, slid in, and felt no regret.
Maybe I should rewind a little. Peter (my partner) and I (Ethan) had met when he was 19 and I was 35, in a gay bar in London. It began as a purely sexual connection with me desiring his small frame, pale skin and plump lips. He'd loved how I could pick him up so easily in my big arms, the scratch of my stubble on his face when we kissed, the girth of my nine inch member filling his young hole. These first few months of rampant fucking grew into a full relationship as I supported him through his university studies and into his career.
But Peter was no longer that boy I'd met. He was 42, had developed a little belly and his once thick hair was thinning. Yes I had aged too and my belly had grown a little, but overall it suited my natural daddy nature. I was still a tall 6'5" man, with thick rugby player's limbs and a full head of brown hair. I saw young twinks check me out all the time, at the gym, at the office, even just on the street. Although I loved him dearly, when I looked at Peter now i couldn't help but wonder about the hot boys I could be fucking.
And so I did something awful: I downloaded Tinder, building myself a profile as if I was a single man. I chose photos of me looking handsome in a suit, shirtless on the beach, and even cropped Peter out of some that I wanted to use. The age range I set to 18-21 - what I craved sexually and to prevent any friends stumbling across me.
Beginning swiping I felt like I was in a candy shop. I swiped right on almost every boy I saw I swear and waited for matches.
The one who really caught my attention was an 18 year old called Ryan. He was exactly my type: short, dirty blonde hair, skinny, blue eyes. He looked so sweet and innocent, I couldn't help but want him. I swiped right and we matched a few minutes later.
"Hey daddy" he massaged immediately.
I was apprehensive for a moment, but replied "Hey what a cute lad, love your pictures"
"Thanks daddy, you're really sexy. What are you looking for on Tinder?"
"I'm not completely sure"
"Ah okay, I'm not just looking for fun, but if you'd like to grab a drink let me know"
So the date was arranged quickly, no messing. I was going to take Ryan for a drink in an uptown bar. Getting ready I nervously kept changing, eventually settling on a tight blue shirt that showed my muscular arms. As I left I told Peter I had work drinks. Shutting the front door behind me, I slid my wedding ring off my finger.
Ryan was already there when I got to the bar. He'd been set at a table in the back corner, as I'd requested. He stood up to greet me and I felt my cock throb as I took him in. I towered above the little guy, him being even shorter than Peter, and I could see through the tight t shirt he wore that his body was slender and toned.
"Hey" I said pulling him into a hug "you look great!"
"Hey thanks, you too Mr" he replied, looking up at me through his eyelashes.
We clicked instantly and the chat flowed, as did the wine. I made sure to top his glass up a little more than mine each time. Eventually the conversation came around to relationships and sex. He was 18 and the horniness really showed.
"So I assume you're a top then, daddy" he said with a mischievous sparkle.
"You assume right - a good little bottom are you?"
"I'd like to think so"
"How many men have you had sex with?"
"Not a lot... but they seemed to enjoy it ha"
We both chuckled before he carried on "I bet you get loads of boys, big stud chasing the twinks"
I hesitated but decided to be honest. He was a nice boy and I wanted him to know what he was getting in to. "To tell you the truth I wish that was the case but I've been married a long time, so you would be my first new partner in years"
"God I'm sorry, did you split up recently?"
"Well actually no, we're still together, technically"
"Well does he know you're here?" Ryan asked after a small pause. I could see he was nervous but that the dirtiness of the situation was arousing him.
"No he doesn't" I replied "do you mind?" As I said this I slipped my wedding ring out of my pocket and back on to my finger.
Ryan bit his lip and stared at my ring.
I was going to fuck him tonight, telling him about my husband had sealed the deal, I could feel it.
"No I don't mind" he whispered finally.
Ryan was quite drunk by the time we left the bar and any inhibitions gone. I walked him to a hotel around the corner and asked for a room.
"Would you like a suite with separate rooms for you and your son?" Asked the receptionist.
"A double will be fine" I said with a cocky smirk and wrapping an arm around Ryan.
As the lift doors closed I couldn't contain myself. I lent down and kissed the gorgeous, submissive boy I had found. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and loved how he whimpered. Trailing my hand down his arm, I caught his wrist and placed his hand on my stuff cock, letting him rub me through my trousers.
The doors opened and I broke off our
kiss. He looked dazed, eyes partially closed and lips still parted. I'd messed his blonde hair up in the passion of our snog. I placed my hand on his cute pert bum and guided him to our room.
Tearing his clothes off was a real pleasure. Exploring his slender body, tight small waist and very spankable juicy bottom. He had very little body hair, except for his pubic and armpit hair. I trailed my tongue around his soft, white skin and felt him quiver in my hands.
Unzipping my trousers I stared into his blue eyes and saw nervousness on his boyish face. It turned me on.
"Do you like facefucking?" I asked.
"Err I'm not sure, I don't know if I've ever done it"
"I think you'll like it. Get on your knees"
He did exactly as I said, his eyes flicking between mine and my crotch. I slid my pants off slowly, revealing my big cock to the boy.
"Jesus you're massive!" he exclaimed.
I just smiled, took a step towards him and put a hand on the back of his head, pushing it on to my dick. That first facefuck was fairly brutal. It was like something was unlocked in me by being here and the dominance I loved took complete control. I pushed my cock into his mouth and throat relentlessly, loving the way he gagged and his eyes streamed. I stopped only a couple of times, once to give him a rest and once to tell him to watch his teeth. When I did I saw his face was covered in tears and drool. He looked beautiful.
Despite my toughness, Ryan loved it. He was a truly submissive little twink. He stopped me only to beg for me to fuck him. Of course I was happy to, I picked Ryan up and lay him on the bed, legs in the air, ready to take me. I lined myself up with him, resting my lubed cock on his hole, but it was here that I had my slight hesitation.
Peter came into my mind, happy memories of us in his younger years. But then I thought of how he is now, older and chunkier. I wanted Ryan and I didn't care if it hurt Peter. In fact, knowing I was cheating turned me on.
I pushed into Ryan and he winced at my size, opening his mouth and letting out cute little gasps. I knew this didn't mean he wanted me to stop, so I pushed further inside. With his mouth open, I slid my ring finger into the boys mouth and told him to suck. He wrapped his cute lips around my wedding band and the twinkle in his eye told me it was as hot for him as for me.
That twinkle set me off and I began to fuck him, hard. He mewled and whimpered but loved it. He screamed "yes daddy" as I hammered his young hole. I put a hand around his throat and used it to steady myself while I fucked him.
Turning him round I got him into my favourite position, doggy. My big hands were wrapped around his tiny waist. My cock looked comically big splitting open his perky teen ass, cheeks shaking as I pounded. I railed him like that until I was ready to cum.
Getting close I pulled out, turned him around and moved closer to his face. My balls churned and released the biggest load of my life. Ropes and ropes of cum fired on to the boy's pretty face and he beamed at me. Looking down I saw he'd cum all over himself. I lent down, kissed him, and got up to get dressed.
We both made our way home, rather than staying in the hotel. I had to get back to Peter and Ryan to his parents.
As I got home, Peter was already in bed, so I got ready and slipped in next to him. Opening my phone I saw a message from Ryan.
"I loved meeting you daddy, hopefully see you soon :)"
"Of course, night cutie" I replied, before opening Tinder to see what other cute boys I could take for a drink.
From that night on, I started seeing Ryan frequently. He was sweet and sexy and I liked him a lot. I took him on expensive dates and weekends away where we fucked relentlessly. I felt free with him, to be dirty and virile. I could eye up other twinks in front of him and he'd giggle rather than get jealous. We became such an item that I even introduced him to my best friend, Charlie, over dinner - he shared my love of twinks and had himself recently gotten into relationship with a younger boy.
Peter naturally started to fear something was wrong - we hardly saw each other and I pushed him away if he reached for my sex. The lack of sexual interest in him had now grown to a lack of any interest. Before I ended things properly though, I wanted a few other pieces in place.
Firstly I didn't want to live alone, so I'd need to know Ryan would come to live with me. I was pretty sure this point would be easy to ensure. Secondly I had no desire to be committed to just one person, so I'd need Ryan to know he couldn't expect to be my only boy, although I would need to be his only man.
To confirm both points, I decided to invite Ryan over for dinner. Peter was going out with some girlfriends so we'd have the house until late. We ate pasta, drank wine and then he gave me a long sloppy blowjob on the sofa while I drank a beer. I felt like a king and never wanted him to leave.
After he'd swallowed my load I pulled him up and cuddled his small frame into my chest.
"I want you to come and live with me Ryan" I said, stroking his hair.
"Really?"
"Yes and I want it now"
"Of course I want to but what about Peter?"
"I'll deal with him, do you want to stay here tonight?"
"I'd love to" he said, snuggling even closer into my chest.
"There is one thing I need you to know first"
"Okay, what is it daddy?"
"I can't be limited to one boy anymore. I want you and to be with you, but I can't have you getting jealous of me fucking other boys. Are you okay with that?"
"So you mean we'd be open?"
"Not exactly, I want to be the only man you have sex with, but I can't be limited in that way".
I could feel that he was uneasy about this part, so I stroked his hair and continued.
"I care about you lot Ryan, I just need that freedom to feel like a man. You've liberated me and I don't want to go back"
"I understand daddy, if it's what will make you happy then it's what I want to"
"Perfect" I said, kidding his forehead.
Peter was expected home soon, so I took Ryan upstairs. I took his clothes off and put him in the bed Peter and I had shared for years. Then I went downstairs and waited.
Sitting in the living room, I started chatting to a new boy on Tinder. He was a fairly muscular, 19 year old chav, who shared his thick ass in almost all his photos. I was in the middle of telling him I wanted to spank him when Peter arrived home.
"Hi babe" he said drunkenly, coming to kiss me. I pushed him away.
"What's up with you? You never wanna kiss me".
"I've met someone new"
"What?"
"I've met someone new and I want to be with him"
"Are you joking?!"
"No, I don't want to be cruel but it's the truth. I'd like you to pack your things and go to stay with your sister tonight".
I was calm, cold. It felt like the only way to handle the situation, but he didn't take it well. He began crying, poured himself more wine. There was shouting and name calling, but eventually he resigned himself to the fact he needed to leave. Peter and I weren't legally married and the house belonged to me.
"One more thing, Ryan is upstairs in the bedroom so I'll pass you anything you need from there"
"His name's Ryan" Peter mumbled, despondent.
"Yes"
And so I went upstairs to Ryan as Peter packed up his things. He was waiting naked for me, the bedsheet placed so to reveal just a glimpse of his bum. I basically leapt on him, showering his body in snarling kisses, my hands grabbing at his tight, lithe body. He pulled at my clothes, getting me to take my shirt and trousers off and we began to grind against one another, dry humping. My cock reached full mast quickly and I rubbed it against my new boy.
It was while we were locked together like this that we heard a knock on the bedroom door. I went and opened it, fully. Standing there in my underwear, tented obscenely by my erection, I passed Peter his clothes over the threshold. As I did so, I could see him peaking over my shoulder to get a look at his replacement.
"Jesus how old is he?"
"He's 18"
"You've upended our whole lives together for some midlife crisis fantasy fuck, you twat".
"Leave your keys on the table" was the only goodbye I gave, smiling and closing the bedroom door.
I fucked Ryan savagely after that. I had him bent over the end of the bend and hammered my cock into his ass with enough force to slam the bed frame into the wall with each thrust. He loved it of course, pushing his as back to meet my thrusts.
After I had cum deep inside him, we cuddled up together in bed. We opened my phone and began to swipe on Tinder, with him offering comments on the boys he thought were cute enough for me and which looked the most likely to want a daddy. I was happy.
Stay tuned for part 2...