This story is entirely fiction any similarity to any persons is purely coincidental.
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Yummy Daddy
I had been invited to a party, well sort of. Bob, a newer friend of mine and my emerging gay godfather to me extended his invitation to me.
We had just stopped to buy a bottle of booze to bring to the party and were walking along 17th street toward the party when I met who for me was the most beautiful man I have seen in person. He was turning the corner to go to the same liquor store we had just left. I was transfixed by him the moment he appeared. He stood in the bright lights of the busy corner in a tight t shirt and plaid shorts. He had close cropped dark hair with just a sparkle of grey at his temple. His eyes were large and warm and inviting. Their darkness reflected the streetlamps. I was unable to speak. He and Bob exchanged introductions and I think I was introduced and I am sure I wasn't able to speak intelligently. Another man was with him, slightly taller and thicker. I was able to speak with him. He said his name which I butchered attempting to say it back. He said I could call him Rod.
Rod and I led the procession while Bob and the latino god followed us. My head was swimming. I tried to talk to Rod but he had kind of a thick accent and I was not good at picking out his words. I have told myself for years that I really needed to learn Spanish but just haven't done so yet. Rod and God went into the store while Bob and I stood outside.
"He likes you." Bob said indicating the latino god.
"Whatever," I replied. I am just a doughy middle aged man. I have lost a lot of weight since I moved out of my wife's house but I was not a looker, in my eyes anyway. I used to have blonde hair but it is mostly grey now, I have a grey goatee that I like because it defines my chin better but its color makes me seem older than 45. I am 5 10 and still have a little bit of a gut but not as much as before. In either case I found it ridiculous to think that someone as hot as this latin supermodel would be interested in me.
Rod and God came out of the liquor store and Bob said he wanted to go to the grocery store to get some healthy things to eat. As my gay godfather, Bob had taken an interest in making sure I stayed on my diet. No chips or pizza for me it seemed. Bob went into the store and I stood outside with Rod and God who introduced himself again as Jose. Jose's voice was like a rich and dark caramel macchiato. I looked at him and still could not breathe, I could not make out his words, not because of his accent, but because I couldn't think.
Bob came out of the store and we walked on to the party. We got to the building and Jose lifted his leg in a funny tei chi move in order to get the security card near enough to the door. It was a playful move that made me want him even more, if that was possible. Jose said some stuff about the building; clearly we were going to his apartment. It was an older place with fine plaster ornaments along the ceiling. It was once a place of great grandeur. I just nodded and smiled as I let the rich music of his voice wash over my ears. I was now able to pick out words. He stood next to me in the small elevator. He was a mixture of cologne, booze and sweat and I wanted to eat him, right there. I worried that my affection for him was showing through my own shorts. I adjusted a little and hoped it was not too obvious, or if it was that it was appreciated.
To the top floor we went, then down a hallway to his impossibly tiny apartment. I thought my new place was small. His place was little more than a small living room with a bathroom attached. There were two other Latin men, one older and distinguished looking and the other a very young man all of 21 if that. Also there was a white man, a little older than me sitting at the window smoking a cigarette. Names were provided. Lucho was the older Latino man, Christian was the young man and George was the man at the window.
Jose and George exchanged conversation that let me know very clearly that they were a couple. My mind cleared. He wasn't available. I was a little disappointed but I was still at my first private party in Washington DC as a free gay man and I was happy.
"We are drinking Russian Mohitos." Jose said to me.
"What exactly is that?" I asked
"Vodka and lime juice mostly," Jose said. "I will make you one you will like it."
"Ok, that works." We made simple small talk during the party. The drink was strong but not unpleasant. George talked about his ailing parents. I learned that he and Jose had been together for several years. Bob talked to us as well. The other men would break into lightning fast Spanish and every once in a while I would think that maybe Jose was talking about me or something. He looked at me a lot. He made me another drink and it was better than the first, or I was just too tipsy to know the difference anymore. We went to the roof top to see the sights of DC. I walked around with George as he pointed out the sights. I pointed to a building near my apartment, and the capitol, and other places of interest. I had only been in town a short time so I was still getting my bearings.
A pizza was delivered I ate a slice but stuck mostly to the fresh vegetables that Bob provided. Then Bob said he was tired and it was apparently time for the party to be over. I was tipsy but knew that it would be easy still to get home on the train. Bob grabbed a cab first, then the others left and I asked Jose to point me to the Metro station.
"Oh you don't have to leave yet. Let's go back upstairs." His voice was as intoxicating as the vodka.
"Ok, sure." I replied. He could have told me to lay in the street for the oncoming bus to flatten and I would have done it.
We walked back upstairs and shared a cigarette.
"Listen, I am tired. Go back and play at his house or something I'm going to sleep." George said.
My head swam a little. I guess they have an open relationship? I guess I am going to just go with the flow.
Jose led me from the apartment into the hall and to the stairwell to the roof. His key would not work on the door. He was clearly flustered. He wanted me on the roof. "There are cameras." He said looking up. Then he directed me to a corner and in the harsh light and industrial green painted stairs he kissed me. It was not a timid kiss. It was a passionate lingering kiss that matched his rich voice and his smoldering eyes. It was a kiss that said he was waiting for this moment for a long time. And so was I. His mouth was the flavor of pizza and lime. I was breathless and so into the moment, I forgot who I was, I forgot I was a pudgy 45 year old from the Midwest. I was now whatever Jose wanted me to be. I was his plaything and I wanted only to serve my master. I fell to my knees a kissed the straining bulge in his plaid shorts. I pulled down the zipper and pulled out his beautiful cock. He was about 7 inches and uncut. It was the color of cinnamon with a glisten of honey on the end. I am not the most experienced cock sucker. I spent 40 years in a closet just dreaming of it. All this didn't matter. I swallowed him to the root. It choked me a little but it was so good. The smooth skin on my lips. The feeling as it bumped the back of my throat. I moaned. He moaned. I felt him pulling up on my ears and I stood and we kissed again. He reached down and undid my belt until my pants fell to the floor. I helped my underwear follow. He fell to his knees and I felt my 7 in cut cock disappear down his throat. I have had my cock sucked before. I have. But never with this desire. I felt his fingers digging into my buttocks. He pushed me against the wall pushing his mouth further down my pole. I put my hands on his head to feel his soft hair. He released me and stood again and we were kissing again.
I wanted him to fuck me. He turned me around and I could feel his dick on my asshole rubbing it. I knew my hungry ass wanted him. That it was opening for him, trying to draw me in but I knew there was no condom. I knew I couldn't. With all the strength I could muster I stood up and said no. I couldn't. not without a condom. I wanted it so bad but I knew I couldn't. I stood and turned and kissed him again. I grabbed his beautiful cock and jerked him off whispering in his ears to cum for me. He growled and grunted and came on my shoe. We stood panting.
"I cannot believe that happened." I said.
He smiled and said something I bend down to get my shorts and I put myself together. We walked to the door of the stairwell and I saw a glob of his cum on his fingers.
Without thinking I sucked it down like an oyster.
We stepped onto the front steps of the building and smoked a cigarette. The best cigarette I have ever had. He molded his body into mine. We were standing but cuddling on the stairs. We spoke about how we need to know each other better. We exchanged gushy compliments. He called me his yummy daddy. He waked me to a cab kissed me and turned away. I didn't have cash so I got out of the cab and walked 3 miles home. It was the shortest three miles I've ever walked.
As soon as I got home at 5 am I texted Bob. "I NEED his contact information."
Bob replied. "Come to lunch on Sunday, he will be here."