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Here I was at forty-two, single and in desperate need of a new daddy to suck. My regular of six years had recently moved across the country with his family and I was left high and dry like a beached whale.
It wasn’t like I wasn’t having sex or living my life but I missed draining my daddy at least once a week. Peter was fifty-five, six foot, toned like me but bulkier and packed eight inches of thick uncut meat. He fed me regularly and I swallowed every drop and if I wasn’t draining his nuts, I rimmed him into blowing his big load all over my naked body.
But now he was gone. I felt incredibly sad and lost. I was shocked. I wasn’t in love with him but I certainly missed our hot sessions. Of course I had to go out immediately to the local sauna otherwise I’d sit at home feeling all depressed, “Marcus, you need to get on that horse and find yourself some new daddy dick to suck.” said David as he hugged me tight.
David and I had been mates for most of our lives. He was married to the most gorgeous hot man and he wasn’t playing on the side as, “I don’t want to risk losing Richard for a quick fuck, but if he ever cheats on me then I’m out of there and on to someone new!”
David had coached me about sucking daddy dick and it was through him that I had found Peter. They had worked together and knew each other quite well. Even to the point that they shared intimate details about their sex lives but had never gotten off together. Peter’s wife, the normal old story of course, couldn’t handle sucking his big dick but she would take it in the cunt or up or tight arse.
Quite simply put, “I need my dick sucked David! You don’t happen to know someone do you mate?” said Peter.
Peter was as cool as they come. He made it known from the start that he was married and not leaving her or the family for anyone and that it would be purely a transaction of me sucking his cock and maybe some other play but cock-sucking was the only serious piece of action he wanted.
At first I was hesitant as David had made Peter out to be some God and despite showing me photos, I wasn’t believing anything until I had his big cock deep in my throat unloading his baby batter.
Despite my having known David for such a long time, this really changed my mind about him in the way of trust. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him but sometimes he went a bit overboard. I worked as an accountant for the Post Office and liked everything to be simple, correct and nothing outrageous; well, the only outrageous thing I liked was while I was having sex and that could be pretty vanilla, but!
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Meeting Peter was like going on a blind date as David was the main person that we both knew. We had arranged to meet at a café slightly out of town in the hope that he wouldn’t bump into anyone he knew. The attraction was instant in a kind of interesting way. I found him attractive and was a sucker for men taller than my five foot ten inches. We discussed a lot as if it was a serious date but got a long like a house on fire. He was up front about what he wanted and where he was at. I indicated that I had a life of my own and wasn’t interested in having a partner and was looking for a regular that I could suck their cock and maybe some occasional other activity.
We both agreed that at any time we wanted to stop with our arrangement then we just said so.
A week later Peter turned up at my apartment dressed in Adidas running shoes, tracksuit pants and a white t-shirt. He looked hot and I was instantly turned on. We faced each other as we drank a coffee and then I noticed his erection in his pants. He laughed as I stared at that monster. My cock was bursting through my own pants.
Dropping to my knees, I nibbled at his hard cock through the pants fabric. He moaned as I took the spongy head into my mouth and he grabbed my head and forced my mouth hard against his fat dick. I was nibbling but the pressure was so much that I could hardly breathe. He released my head and pulled his pants down and that huge cock sprung up before me. It was then that I realised the cheeky bastard was not wearing any underwear.
I literally gobbled his big cock into my mouth. It was huge. The nob was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. In fact, I’d never seen a cock leak so much in all my life.
I rolled my tongue around the big nob as he pulled on my longish hair. I moaned. I loved being treated this way.
“Do you like sucking my big fat daddy cock Marcus?” said Peter.
Murmuring with my mouth full of cock, I managed a, “yeah!”
I felt myself relax as he relaxed and without a warning he shot into my mouth and pushed my head down onto his dick. I felt the cum and the shaft go deep into my throat as he unload six further loads of creamy thick cum. Gagging, I forced myself off his big dick and coughed while splattering his cum juices all over the floor. His cock was still throbbing from his orgasm.
Shouting, I said, “fuck man, fuckkkk.. I love that. I love how you handle me.”
Peter relaxed and smiled. He grabbed my shoulders with his big hands and I smiled as I thought that he was going to force me down on his dick again, but, he pulled me up and kissed me passionately.
I melted but I was confused as this was beyond our arrangement.
I heard Peter saying, “fuck man, you are hot and I just had to kiss you. Normally I would not kiss another guy but your throat is beautiful and I hope we can meet again. Please!”
In that moment I had myself a married man and that meant I would was now a happy cock-sucker.
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“Marcus, you need to get out mate. It is time to find yourself a married guy. I’m sure there are plenty out there. In fact, why don’t you take up jogging!” said David.
“Jogging? Are you friggin mad? Look at me! I’m hung, naturally toned, good looking and I do not need to jog anywhere for fucks sake!”
“Marcus you don’t like sauna’s, you hate cruising and even I know that you exist better with a regular guy in your life, for sex only but you don’t want a relationship either. We know you are better not being tied down to one person and this allows you do lots of things with all your colleagues and friends that you have acquired, but without that regular cock to suck you start to fall to pieces mate!” moaned David.
I knew that David was right. He knew me well. I owned my apartment, I had a cheap car as I loved travelling with public transport and I spent loads of time with friends and anyone I wanted to and I deliberately kept it uncomplicated by denying them all sex; but, I could only do this when I filled my desires of cock sucking. If I was fucked or could fuck someone in between I was extra happy but cock sucking fulfilled my one main passion as a gay man.
“Aright David, you win! I will take up jogging in the hope of finding some action that will lead to a regular arrangement.” with a frown on my face.
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It is true that I’m hung. Flaccid, my cock is six inches, thick and uncut; when hard I normally measure nine inches. I have no body hair except around my dick and balls, but my balls were shaved and my pubes like a moustache above the shaft. I always wore a five day growth on my face. I was naturally toned and never put on weight and basically ate what I desired.
One day after work I drove to the local football field on my way home. I parked my car, changed into my short-shorts, running shoes and a singlet. I looked hot even if I say so myself.
There was no one around, “what a waste of my time.” speaking out loud.
Once on the football field, I walked slowly and then started jogging, but still not a dick in sight.
On my third lap of the oval a man appeared, “mmmmm!”
He was tall, muscled, great legs, biceps and about sixty years old with a shaved head and full beard. I felt my cock thicken up, “fuck I love these daddies.”
I deliberately slowed down and he finally passed me, “hey mate, great day for a jog.”
“yeah mate.” as I waved a hand at him.
I watched him slowly leave me and run ahead but I hadn’t noticed that he had actually stopped and was bent over tying up his shoes. His arse looked good in those shorts, “mmm daddy…”
But what struck me was that his shorts were slightly pulled to one side and his balls were showing.
Slowing right down to a walk, I continued until I was behind him and close enough to reach my hand out and feel his balls. He moaned, “yeah mate, that’s what we all want here, some stress relief.”
“What’s your name?” asked I.
“Patrick! And yours?”
“Hi Patrick, I’m Marcus. Nice arse and love your balls hanging.”
Patrick remained bent over as I ran my hand from his balls onto his cock and then I gasped, “fuck man that’s a thick piece of meat you got going on there.”
“Well then Marcus, I guess you want to see it all, but let’s go into those bushes over there for private inspection by you.”
“Patrick, I have a better idea if you have time? Let’s go back to my place. It only takes fifteen in a car, max!”
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As I closed the door behind Patrick he swung around and kissed me full on the lips. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me in position. I heard him moaning. I felt his thick cock against my body.
“Wow Patrick you kiss like a dream and that cock feels bigger than before!”
“Marcus, do you think you can handle nine uncut inches?”
“I’ll give it my best shot.” laughing.
As Patrick kissed me, my dick grew and it was his turn to be surprised. He moaned as his hands ran down my back and grabbed my butt, “where’s the bedroom Marcus?”
I led him into my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed and he followed. Locked in a kiss, we undressed each other to the tune of more moans and gasps.
My cock was rock hard now. The thick bulbous under my balls, running up from my arse was drawing Patrick’s attention. He dove down to suck my balls and before I knew it, my legs were up in the air which allowed his long tongue to find my hole. I lay back and enjoyed the rimming which turned into my balls being sucked, my nine inches being deep throated and then he fucked me.
I felt Patricks cock go deep into my hole. I was stretched to the limit as he thrust into me. His lips licking my nipples then kissing me. He hammered my prostate and I felt the cum starting to build in my dick. I stopped myself from blowing but he had other ideas. He pulled out and went straight down on my cock; deepthroating it he took my full length deep in his throat and I lost it. I shot seven loads of cum down Patrick’s throat as I screamed, ‘fuck man, fuck, fuck.. yeah, oh fuck yeah. Take my load.” My body shaking as I’d never experienced before. I stopped shooting and he slowly withdrew his throat from off my cock.
Patrick was quick, within a few seconds he was back in my arse pounding my prostate. I felt his big cock against that gland and I was ready to cum again.
“Marcus, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming..”
I felt him slam his cock into my arse hard. I felt my body being pounded and I felt my self cum again.
As Patrick was deep in me and as I cum for the second time, I felt his cock pulsating into my hole as he shot his loads, “feel my thick cum in you baby. You like it? You like daddy pounding your tight hole?”
“yeahhhhh fuck yeahhhhh oh man.. oh man keep fucking me. Grunt for me daddy.”
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Laying there all sweaty and in another world, we cuddled each other. I felt relieved that I’d cum. I actually needed it. I needed my arse fucked hard but I was after a new married guy that I could suck regularly and not a relationship. This felt like it was fast becoming one!
I lay there watching Patrick’s chest heave as he breathed. He slowly came back to normal. Kissing me again he said, “I’m really sorry Marcus. I was turned on by you the moment I saw you ahead of me at the oval. You’re are beautiful but I’m married! I was after a quick head job but I felt myself fill up with lust and passion and here we are. I’m really sorry!”
I lay there for five minutes, speechless.
I was lost in my own thoughts and then back to reality as I heard Patrick, “I have to leave as my family will be wondering where I got to.”
“Patrick, not so fast. Please stay a few more minutes and let me explain. I was out there hoping I’d find myself a married guy so that I could be his cock-sucker. I’m not after a relationship. I do better without them but I need a regular, I want regular sex with the same guy. Is that you?” almost silent as I spoke.
“My wife and I have five children. She doesn’t want sex anymore, well, maybe once a year and I’m quite turned on by quick head jobs but it is not me at the end of the day. I want someone I can meet, have a chat, a drink and have a good time. I’d love to be that married guy, but, occasionally I like to fuck!”
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Patrick and I mostly met at my apartment as per our schedules or at the local oval for some sex in the bushes and I discovered how much of an exhibitionist he was. He really liked fucking me on a picnic table as other men, mostly married, watched us. He loved standing at the end of the table with me laying down and my legs over his shoulders. He piston fucked me every time. Some of the men loved this and it was almost a regular happening during the warm summer months and as the sun was going down.
I liked it when he would be pounding my hole and some Daddy would feel his cock, from behind, sliding in and out of my hole. I’d feel their fingers against his cock and my skin as they jerked off. One of the regulars was at least six foot five with twelve inches. He would feed me his big dong as Patrick fucked my hole. I’d feel that big nob in my mouth and as always, “fuck man, I wish my wife sucked cock as good as you do.” Then I’d feel a huge amount of cum shooting down my throat as he grunted, “take my load you horny fucking slut!” and on hearing these words Patrick would let himself go and shoot a big load of creamy daddy cum into my hole.
The amount of guys that loved our activities was truly amazing and what made me open my mouth the widest was not the big cocks hanging around but how these guys would stand behind Patrick as he piston fucked my hole, watching his thrust his big cock into my tight man cunt. How many times did I hear guys moaning, “fuck him hard man, fuck him hard…oh oh oh fuck I’m gonna blow!”
It was the second time in such a scenario that I shot my big load all over my belly and some old hairy daddy with a huge bushy beard lent down and licked my belly clean. I lay there smiling at the pure desire I felt and when I opened my eyes I saw Patrick indicate that he was going to cum. He was so turned on.
As always Patrick shot the biggest thickest loads inside my guts. As he pulled out a big load would fall to the ground, but, sometimes a daddy would be there to stop it and literally suck his cum out of my arse. I’d then cum again as Patrick always moved to kiss me passionately while the daddy licked the juices from my stretched hole.
One thing was sure and that was that my arse was only Patricks. My mouth and cock, on such occasions was anybody who wanted them.
It was one evening at the park when the weather was beautifully warm, that Patrick was fucking me that the daddy with the twelve inches fucked my throat as Patrick hammered my arse. As the audience watched and if I was lucky one of them would suck my big cock for me, they would usually organise that they both cum at the same time within my holes.
I loved being the piggy in the middle. I find it so hot and the guy sucking my cock always got a mouthful. The thing that really turned me on was how some of these Daddies just couldn’t take big cock and would gag all over my cock as I shot my load down their throats.
Other guys blew their loads as Patrick and the other guy filled me with their cum.
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