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< Ryan Phillippe. Hot Daddy >
"Hey buddy, long time, huh?"
"Yah man..." Ryan Phillippe muttered, his baby-blue eyes sparkling as he collapsed on the bench. He could barely see anything in the dark night. Thank god for the moon and the stars. "Good game."
"How're the kids?"
"Oh... they're awesome..." Ryan smiled, flashing his sweet, adorable smile, kicking off his old sneakers, feeling the cool relief of the night air on his sweaty, socked feet. "A handful, but awesome."
"Well, your game still sucks."
"Shut the fuck up, dude," Ryan playfully punched his friend's arm as he peeled his wet tank top off his sweaty, muscular torso, even more sculpted and defined than his teen-idol days as a lean, blond twink. "I'm BUSY."
"Dude, your bod's looking better and better, if that's possible. Turning 40 agrees with you."
"Fuck off, man," Ryan laughed sheepishly. The actor leaned back lazily on the bench like a cat, feeling the cool night air on his sweaty, hot skin, wriggling his toes in his damp socks. "You're one to talk. I'm 38. Asshole."
"Hah. You know, I was surprised when you called. How's the girlfriend?"
"Oh. She's out of town. You and I haven't shot hoops in a while... so I figured..." Ryan stammered, rolling gently the basketball next to him with his feet, suddenly pensive, staring off into the darkness...
"A while. Yah... like two years, dude. We didn't get our b-ball game in last year..."
"Yah man, I meant to call. Things got crazy with the kids and shit."
"We hadn't missed a game since 1997..."
"Dude... I'm sorry, okay? I wanted to..." Ryan's clear eyes suddenly became watery. He felt his friend's intense body heat nearby, his own heart beating faster. He smelled his friend's manly, sweaty musk... so close to him.
"Did you call anybody else last year?"
"NO! Of course not!" Ryan blurted, his face turning red and hot. "Just... you and me, dude..."
"Good... stand up."
"Listen... if you're mad at me, just... just tell me," Ryan pleaded as he obeyed, standing above the bench with a leg on either side, facing away from his friend. "Like we always..."
"Come on, buddy. Don't' be shy all of a sudden..."
"Well, quit trying to guilt me, dude...! you know how it is... ughnn!" Ryan felt his basketball shorts being yanked down as he felt strong hands bending him over, feeling the night air on his bare ass, his cock instantly rock-hard and bouncing excitedly between his beefy, smooth thighs. He gulped deeply. Heart pounding. Anxious.
Ryan gasped as he felt a hot mouth invading his smooth, sweaty ass crack, licking and sucking wildly, unabashedly and hungrily. Ryan arched his toned, glistening back like a cat, purring as he gave his ass up, grabbing onto the hard bench for support as he stepped out of his shorts spread his legs even further apart. His deep moans quickly climbed higher in register with every tongue thrust and ass slap. High pitched whimpers escaped Ryan's throat and filled the empty basketball court, his ass pushing back to meet the insatiable mouth and tongue.
"No underwear. Still such a slut, huh?"
"Oh...ughnnn... please... ughn! Ughn!" Ryan begged as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling strong hands slap his firm, round ass cheeks, leaving red hand prints all over. The hands spread his cheeks wide apart, and the feeling facial scruff against his long-neglected taint and hole, buried so deep, nearly made Ryan shoot his load right then and there. More desperate whimpers... cries... squeals... body trembling... toes curling... muscles tense... hole quivering.
"And people call you a DILF, a hot daddy... listen to yourself..."
"UGHN! UGHN!! UGHNN!!! Please... just... ughn... oh shit... fuck... ughnn...!" Ryan was dripping precum on the bench, feeling a forceful tongue enter his long-neglected hole. Over and over.
"Yah? Yah? You like that, bitch boy? Tell me what you are? Huh?"
"I'm... I'm... ughnn... oh fuck! I'm... your... (bitch boy...!) OH! JESUS FUCK! UGHN! FUCK... FUCK DUDE!" Ryan felt a familiar finger invade his pink hole, worming its way in deep, finding right away his prostate. Pressing on it, flicking it, rubbing it. "Oh! GOD! Slow... slow... down... shit... ughnnn!! Don't stop!"
"Who's the daddy here? Huh? Tell me!"
"Oh god... you... you're my daddy... please daddy... UGHN! UGHN!" Another finger. Ryan was dripping so much precum, grinding his tight, man ass back to meet the assaulting fingers. "You're... driving me... fuck... crazy... ughnn!"
"Fuck! You're tight, bitch boy... not sure you can handle this anymore..."
"Oh fuck you! Just... just do it... ughnnn! Ughnnn! I've waited... oh god... oh god! Far too long... ughnn! Ughnn! Oh yes!" Ryan felt a warm, hairy chest pressed against his smooth, sweating back, feeling muscular, hairy arms wrap around his trembling torso, feeling powerful legs kick his own further apart, a selfish mouth and tongue on his neck, the long-lost feeling of a leaking, greasy cock rubbing up and down his smooth ass crack and begging hole. Ryan's heart was about to beat out of his chest.
"You want this, bitch boy? Huh? Who's the hot daddy now?"
"Oh god! You! Please... daddy... fuck... just... fuck me... please... ughnn! Ughnn! Oh... shit! Fuck!" Ryan felt calloused hands squeezing his worked-out pecs, thumb flicking at his quarter-sized nipples, eliciting more pathetic, begging whimpers with every flick of the thumb, his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the intense sensation. Ryan squeezed his tight ass cheeks together, rubbing the fat cock lodged between the two round mounds, desperate to... engulf it. His own 7.5 inch cock, rock hard and erect, bouncing against his flat, toned tummy, leaving traces of precum and glistening in the moonlight, threatening to erupt. "I need it... please... god... just fuck me..."
"You're gonna make have to work for it, slut... come suck my cock... come on... don't tell me you've forgotten how to suck cock in two years."
"Oh fuck... come on... dude...!" Ryan begged, his ass pushing back against the hot cock, unwilling to let go. He was so close to getting what he wanted after all these years.
"On your knees. NOW."
Panting hard and cock dripping, body still trembling from getting his ass eaten out through and through, Ryan reluctantly but obediently got on his knees and wrapped his red, puffy, quivering lips around the enormous penis; Ryan was always amazed, year after year, at how large his friend's cock is, how thick it is, how long it is, how much it smelled like piss and cum and ass... all 9.5 inches of it... how much it aroused him.
"Yah, that's it... suck it good, bitch boy... fuck, you're so fuckin' pretty with a big cock in your mouth... that's it... take it deep, choke on it, boy."
Ryan gagged as he felt the huge cock push deeper into his out-of-practice throat. Grabbing onto his friend's hairy, muscular thighs, Ryan felt tears forming in his eyes as he struggled to keep up, tears trickling down his beautiful face as he felt the huge cock rape his throat, harder and deeper with every push. Whimpering, gasping for air, Ryan felt the monster cock withdraw from his mouth, slapping his face, smearing saliva and precum all over him. Smelling the man's sex, feeling the organ smacking his cheeks and nose and chin, Ryan dared not touch his own cock right then: he knew he'd cum all over himself right away.
"Come on, slut boy, you can do it... you never had trouble swallowing all of it before... that's it... relax the throat... remember what daddy taught you... THAT'S IT BOY!!!"
The cock reentered Ryan's wet mouth. Slowly, agonizing, every inch. Tears streaming, choking, struggling to breathe, Ryan felt a pair of heavy, hairy balls finally grinding against his chin, musky pubes on his nose, feeling all of the engorged, rock-hard cock lodged in his throat and mouth, as he swallowed every inch like a good ol' boy. Suddenly, Ryan felt the cock ripped from his throat, his face stinging as he felt a calloused hand slap strike him, his own cock raging - harder than ever - as he felt his friend spit on his face, another slap, more spit. In a split second, a dumbstruck Ryan was pinned to the ground on his back, feeling the heavy, muscled body - still clothed in a sweaty tank and shorts save his exposed cock and balls - on top of his own, prying his bare, smooth legs apart, feeling the giant cock finally, FINALLY entering his long-neglected hole, punching through his tight sphincter in one agonizingly slow yet deliberate push.
"UGHN! OH FUCK! UGHN!! FUCK!!! SHIT!!!!!!" Ryan struggled to breathe as he felt a hairy forearm arm pinning him down by his throat, knocking the air out of him. More spit on his face. Another slap, eliciting Ryan to whimper like a girl, his socked toes curled in the air. His ass was burning. He felt like he was being split into two halves as that cock buried itself deep, feeling every half-inch of cock, taking seemingly forever but in reality just a few seconds. Feeling the cock bottom out in his tight hole, flexing inside him, Ryan grunted in pain and in heat, gripping onto the muscular arms tightly as his taught six-pack stomach was instantly covered with his own clear precum. The cock inside him flexed three more times in a row - t was too much. Ryan cried out suddenly like a girl, his entire body trembling with heat and sweat and pleasure. Cum would not stop leaking out of him. "Oh! GOD! UGHN! UGHN! UGHNN!!"
"That's it. That's my good pussy boy. Still no self control after all these years. Come on. Scream. Scream as loud as you want. Nobody will hear you out here."
Ryan screamed. Shrieked. Moaned. Grunted. Whimpered. Whined. Squealed. Cock dripping, filling the grooves between his defined abs with cum, Ryan felt the merciless cock withdraw to its fat mushroom tip, push back in until hitting the absolute bottom of his shit track... withdraw... push in, faster. Faster. Faster. Harder. Harder. Harder. Jack-hammering away at his hole within seconds of entering it for the first time in two years, causing the 38-year-old Adonis to cry and beg like a blubbering slut, making the hot DILF lose all sense of propriety as he spread his legs and get fucked like a woman, to be abused like a whore in heat, choked, slapped, spit on, spanked.
"Does your girlfriend peg u like this? Huh? Does she fuck you like this? You love it you little bottom bitch. Do you scream like this when she fucks you? HUH? Does she know what a pussy you really are? Hmmm? Shut the fuck up you little fag."
All Ryan could feel was the insatiable hunger in his ass, his wet stomach overflowing with his cum, the dryness of his throat and mouth from screaming, the heavy arm at his throat, and the stinging sensation on his face. Now he felt his socks being ripped off his sweaty feet, all of sudden smelling and tasting his dirty, smelly socks as they get shoved into his mouth, muffling his cries of pleasure and pain.
"(UGHN!! UHGNN! UGHNN!)"
"That's it boy." Slap. Spit. "Cry. Come on. Scream." Spank. Slap. Spit. "Take it. You can take it. Beg for it." Slap. Spit. Spit. Spank. "You always had stinky feet, like little boys' feet stank. Take it, kid." Fucking resumed immediately at breakneck pace as tears welled up in Ryan's gorgeous blue eyes, feeling his hole destroyed for the first time in so long, feeling the red marks on his ass cheeks and face, body quivering from the greedy tongue cleaning every bit of sweat and dirt from between his smelly, sweaty toes.
"Fuck you taste good. Just like I remembered. Nasty boy stink."
Dizzy from lack of air, Ryan desperately gasped during a brief second when the heavy arm was lifted from his throat. Feeling both arms wrap behind his neck, holding him tightly, Ryan breathed in the manly, sweaty jock smell he so long had missed. He unabashedly screamed into his dirty socks: "(UGHN! UGHN!N! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!!!!)"
Ryan felt the muscular frame on top of him slam into his hole, brutally, full force and weight of his muscle daddy, every inch of his cock pounding in and out of his worn, broken man-cunt. Instinctively, Ryan held back his bare feet with each hand, spreading himself wide, as open as he could, submitting all of his manhole to his sex daddy, feeling that monster cock relentlessly, mercilessly slam in and out.
As always, on the verge of begging for mercy through his sock-gag and saying those words he'd never uttered to this man ("I can't take it anymore!"), Ryan heard and felt what he had missed for two whole years, the deep, animalistic grunts compounded with the last angry thrusts into him, the gush of wet heat filling his insides, the heavy, muscular body collapsing on top of his own, the hot, panting mouth on his own gagged mouth, his smell, his cock, pulsating, flexing deep inside him...