"My Weekend Home Part 2"
Again, this is a true story. This is what happened the evening after I first got to see Daddy in town. It's true, of course names are changed and I tend to be a bit vague as to where this takes place. Once again, if you enjoy the story, feel free to email me at urbane69@gmail.com. And again, if you're going to scold me on the bareback sex, save it. I'm safe and I'm picky, and Daddy took care of his boy.
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Daddy had just fucked me in the bathroom stall of a city park. He had turned me inside out and filled me with his cum. I had eaten it all from my ass, but I was still a wreck. I had the look that I had just been crying on my face, and my clothes were disheveled. I looked like I had either just been in a bar fight, or I had just been fucked.
I was dropped off at the coffee shop and I walked straight to my car, aware of my asshole with every step. Driving home I wiggled my ass on the seat, enjoying the aftershocks of the trauma Daddy had given me and finding my folk's place still empty, I took a very long and very hot shower. Fresh clothes, a hot cup of coffee and my book, and I was me again. I read until my parents and my brother arrived home, just about the same time. We all hugged and welcomed each other and ate some Chinese takeout they had brought with them.
As we ate on the couch, my phone was vibrating with the texts of tonight's plans. A good group of my friends were all home, and we were planning on going downtown for a bar crawl. Every few minutes my phone would buzz with updated plans and ideas from the group. We would start at an Irish Pub, a hometown institution, and then walk down the street to a local brewery and continue from there, that much was clear. From there, my friend Lina and I would break off and go to the Speakeasy, the one openly gay bar in town. We'd have a drink and swap a few stories then meet back up with the rest of the group. The rest, great guys all weren't too keen on the Speakeasy; they weren't homophobic, but definitely weren't comfortable around it either.
As recently as three years before I was the same way. Entirely straight, masculine, rough and of course not into guys. Then...I sucked my first cock, drunkenly. Then I got fucked for the first time, soberly. And eventually I met Daddy. Lina knows the story. She's been my confidant from the beginning, our open minded reminder to not let our machismo and testosterone get the better of us.
In the middle of eating my Chinese and answering these texts on the couch surrounded by family came a new text: Daddy.
"What're you doing tonight?"
I gave him the run down on which bars we were going to hit. None of my friends had met Daddy, or Marcus as they'd know him. Lina knew of his existence and had seen a picture of him, but they had never met.
"Speakeasy, be there at 10".
That last text wasn't a question, or even a hopeful suggestion. Daddy told me to be there at 10. I texted Lina that I wanted to get to the Speakeasy a bit earlier than we planned, explaining that if we made it earlier we could catch up with our friends at another brewery right after. She happily agreed.
I finished eating dinner and enjoyed my mother's hot cocoa she made for us after, half watching a Christmas movie and half just hanging out and catching up. I love my parent's home during the holidays and the warmth of family and the fireplace. My mind though was elsewhere the entire evening. It was back on the floor of the handicap stall, and leaning over the console of a silver BMW, and it was on what may happen at the Speakeasy in only a few hours.
I threw on a nice collared shirt, a stylish wool cap and thanked my parents for having me home, and off I drove to meet up with friends. The next two hours were passed with good beer and good friends. A rowdy game of darts in the Pub, a pitcher of local beer at the Brewery. I was constantly checking my phone, knowing already that it still wasn't time yet to get to the Speakeasy. Lina began glancing at me, catching on that something was up. Finally, over the din and music the brewery she nudged my shoulder with hers and said let's get out of here.
Lina and I walked out on to the cold sidewalk, illuminated with the storefronts still open for late shopping and Christmas lights blinking.
Lina looked at me mischievously and asked "So who are you meeting at the Speakeasy?"
I must have blushed and paused, but Lina knew all about what I liked and what I was up to.
Nonetheless I tried to play it cool: "Oh, a friend who wanted to see me while I'm here, that's all."
"And is your friends name `Daddy'?" Lina asked, her eye brows raised in friendly suspicion.
I smiled the smile of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, admitting that yes, I was going to meet Daddy at the Speakeasy, but we would still be leaving together to catch up with everybody else.
Lina purred in adoration and snaked her arm around mine and we hurried on to the Speakeasy.
We arrived a few minutes before 10, so we found a small table against the wall and I went to the bar to order two rum and cokes. The place was already loud with music but it was early enough that there were open seats both at the bar and at the tables throughout. I made small talk with the bartender while me made our drinks, and it took another few minutes for my card to be run; no open tab, Lina and I wouldn't be here for too long.
With a drink in each hand I turned back and began walking back to our table. I made it one step and froze. There, in my seat and talking with Lina was Daddy. His figure hulked over Lina, much thicker and imposing than her feminine and beautiful shape across from him. They were clearly engaged in lively conversation that I failed to hear from the bar. Lina laughed and gently slapped the table, leaning back in her chair. Daddy leaned back and together they glanced over at me and smiled broadly. Lina waved me back over.
Daddy stood up and taking the drinks from my hand, placed them on the table and hugged me. Surprised to see him sitting with Lina, his strong embrace felt amazing from my toes to my hair. I hugged him back and squeezed his giant arm, feeling and admiring his bicep. We broke off and I pulled up a chair to the table and sat. Lina was smiling at me with a giant genuine look. She raised her glass and matching mine, she cheered, "to new friends". We both took a sip and she paused: "and to Daddy". She winked and took a gulp of her rum and coke. I cracked a laugh, half nervous and half excited and nearly finished my whole drink. Daddy just sat, smiling and leaning back, his arms crossed with all the happy confidence in the world.
The rest of our drinks were finished over Lina's lively and effortless conversation. It wasn't the gift of gab, but an authentic curiosity about those around her. She was really enjoying getting to know the man she knew as Marcus, and he was just as affable and outgoing as Lina was. I mostly enjoyed listening and seeing the two of them in their element. It was welcoming to see a good friend of mine meet Daddy, a figure vastly important to me, but so far sequestered from the rest of my life.
Our conversation was punctuated with Daddy occasionally reaching over and grabbing my thigh, or the back of my neck and shoulders. To anybody else in the bar it would be construed as the physical gesture of old friendship. Lina knew it was much more. Her eyes would light up and a coy smile play across her face each time Daddy grabbed me. For me, my cock was rock hard and easily visible through my pants. His giant hand on my body like that was a sign of domination. Daddy I'm sure was hard too, but the table blocked my view. His touch was to show the ownership of me in a public place. Taboo even in a gay bar.
Our drinks finished, Lina stood and took off her coat. I had only seen the lower part of her black dress, cut above the knees with leggings on underneath. The jacket off however, and her figure was beautifully displayed. Her athletic arms led to the straps of her dress and a very low and cupped dress, lifting and showing off her breasts; surprisingly large and perky for an otherwise athletic body. Her dark hair fell back down her back and framed her face, falling over her toned shoulders. I saw Daddy do a quick double take at that, and I complimented Lina's dress: "Damn, Lina, cruisin' tonight or what?" She gave me a wink. "I never know when I'll meet Daddy".
Before I could react she turned and went to the bar. Daddy grabbed my the seat of my chair and dragged it right next to his. Instinctively I leaned against him and he put his arm around me, holding me close. Then he put my hand in his lap and squeezed his hand over mine, clamping down on his full hard cock. His cock was fully hard, a mound of rock stretching his pant leg even tighter around his quads. His hand didn't stay on mine; I knew what to do. I was lightly running my hand up and down his cock for him. Daddy leaned back and enjoyed the attention I was giving him. The bar was slowly getting more crowded but nobody would notice unless they looked. Even if they did, they wouldn't care.
My stroking became a bit faster and desperate as I was beginning to truly need Daddy. That cock was too amazing to not become hypnotized by. Right when I was stroking him obscenely, Lina put three shot glasses on the table, standing directly over us. Daddy looked up and smiled. Lina smiled back and I tried to take my hand away, again seemingly a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Daddy jerked my hand back into place; where it belonged. "Keep stroking, boy". I sighed the satisfaction of having his giant cock in my hand. Lina kept smiling and took a shot glass. She sat down right on my lap, right onto my own hard cock pressed in my jeans. She took a second glass and handed it to Daddy, and with the third, she toasted "To Daddy". She poured the shot into my mouth and hers at the same time while Daddy repeated the toast "To me".
Lina slammed the glass down and wiggled her ass across my lap and leaned back into me, feeling each other's bodies. Her hand pressed on mine over Daddy's cock and give it a tight squeeze. I was so incredibly turned on at this change of pace with Lina, let alone having Daddy here with me. Lina jumped back up and pulled both of us up by our shirt collars, "Let's dance!"
We made it two songs in, grinding and laughing and having fun with each other. Nothing we did on the dance floor was uncommon for the Speakeasy; it was a rambunctious gay bar after all. Lina's body was incredible moving through the songs and being pressed against me and Daddy. Never before had I had kinky thoughts of her, even though I've always found her attractive. Daddy though, was leading. He was the one grabbing my hips from behind and running his hands over me and pulling me around. I was just trying to keep up and stay on my feet.
Two songs in, Lina went off to the rest room and Daddy took my hand and pulled me towards the back of the bar. This is it I though, finally! The anticipation ever since he finished fucking me at the park was driving me nuts. Him and Lina together were driving me nuts. Stroking his cock at the table was driving me nuts. I had to have him back inside me and this was it. I didn't know where he was taking me in this place but my knees and my hands had the ever familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through them.
A bar as crowded as this had me as nervous and as excited as I've ever been. We rounded a corner into a hallway, the walls painted black. The red glow of an "Exit" sign showed only a yellow mop bucket in the dark hallway, but just around the corner a pool table had a few patrons at it.
Daddy yanked me by my arm to the very end, right in front of the dark back door. He pulled me up even to him and against the wall. In his other hand, in the dark I could see he had already undone his belt and his pants. In his fist was his giant hard cock.
I groaned in hunger and lust and fell to my knees. I felt his hot meat slide into my mouth I was panting through my nose as I took him in. Both my hands were around his shaft and still half his cock was free from my hungry mouth. My desperate animal pants and gasps were matched with Daddy's relaxed and quiet sighs. I sounded like I was being given food and water after a year on a desert island. Daddy sounded like he was getting a massage.
His thick finges ran through my hair and pulled my ears and cupped the back of my head. As I was stroking his cock with my hands and fucking my face onto him, he slowly started rocking his hips back and forth. He grabbed my wrists and took my hands off his cock. He wanted my throat. Daddy pinned my hands against the wall above my head. His hips were thrusting forward harder now and my head was pressed against the wall.
I didn't have anywhere to go. I couldn't move back and Daddy's thrusting forward only slammed my head back against the wall if I bobbed forward. My feet slid out from under me and I dropped a few inches. My legs sprawled on either side of Daddy's his pants at his feet tangled my leg.
His thrusting was deeper and deeper, rougher and rougher. Soon he was pistoning his entire cock in and out of my face. All the spit and saliva and drool from my throat was dripping down my chin and onto my nice shirt. I couldn't give a shit about that shirt; if that's what Daddy needed for his pleasure, that's what I would give. As Daddy got rough his quiet sighs of pleasure became louder, then grunting, then an angry mantra of "fuck, fuck, fuck yes, boy"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, boy"
My eyes were watering as I struggled to keep up with him and not gag. I was getting better at deep throating but this was still pretty rough. I focused on keeping my whole body relaxed and my toes pointed. I focused on just being there for Daddy. The same way a toy is used; limp for his to abuse. Not to fight back or struggle unless he wanted it. But only to be used in the manner the owner chooses. My legs were slack, my hands and arms hanging from where Daddy had pinned them above me.
Every inch of his hard hot cock was sliding into my mouth, and every inch was pulled back out again. I was in heaven. Absolute fucking heaven. This giant of a man was using me for his personal pleasure. Just like in the bathroom stall earlier that day, I was nobody. I was nothing but an object to be used by a man as confident and dominant as Daddy.
Daddy bottomed out in my throat and held it there. His hips were ever so slightly rocking back and forth and as soon as I felt his hips against my shoulders tighten, I knew he was cumming. Daddy shouted "Fuck!" and pulled out just in time for thick ropes of his cum shoot onto my face. I was staring up at Daddy, his giant cock blocking my view but still, into his eyes. My mouth was wide open, as open as it could be and my tongue sticking out flat, large tendrils of spit and drool hanging from his cock to my face and mouth. Thick rope after thick rope shot all over my face. My forehead, my cheeks, across my nose and my lips: all covered with this lines of white cum.
Four, five, six spurts of cum and then Daddy shoved his cock back into my throat. I felt him pulse and throb his final ropes into my throat. I nearly coughed at his invasion but caught myself; it would be a waste if I didn't drink it all.
Daddy finished and pulled his cock out from my mouth. It was soft now but full and dripping with spit. I stroked it a few times, cleaning it off as best he could and with his wet and messy hand he smeared it across my shirt. "It was already messy, boy" He said as if he needed to explain himself.
I was still panting and collecting myself when he pulled up his pants and stepped over me. I lazily watched from my position slouched on the floor as he walked back into the light and past the pool table as if nothing had happened.
I hadn't cum yet tonight, but the hot cum plastered all over my face, his taste in my mouth and throat, and my damp shirt across my chest felt amazing. It was fulfilling. It was rewarding. It was exactly where I wanted to be.
At that moment, I didn't care that Daddy had just walked away; that was his right. I didn't care if Lina wasn't sure where I was or if she'd see Daddy walk out by himself from the bar. I remained slumped against the wall for another few minutes before I started fingering all the cum and spit into my mouth. After I ate as much as I could, I patted my face dry with the front of my shirt. Right as I was finishing up, a figure blocked the little light I had: Lina was walking up with two drinks. She sat down beside me on the dirty floor, mindless of her dress and handed me another rum and coke. She was smiling, and once I saw that she wasn't worried or frustrated at all, I smiled too.
"Marc-...Daddy said he left you back here... did you have fun?"
I smiled sheepishly and tasted my drink.
"It looks like you had a fucking blast, Eric", Lina pushed.
She leaned closer and with her finger scooped below my ear. A glob of cum was on her finger tip.
"You missed some, hon." She put her finger in my mouth and twirled it around. I instinctively sucked on it until it was clean then she stuck it in her drink and stirred the ice for a second, thinking.
"Good boy, Eric. Now I'm going to pour my drink on your shirt so it all smells like rum. After that we're going to catch up with your brother and his friends, alight?"