Daddy D, Part 6

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It was a Friday night and I was hanging out at home with my roommate and Daddy D. Daddy and I had continued to see each other when we could though I think we were both realizing the realities and limits of our situation. Still, when we did see each other, we always had an amazing time together.

Tonight was a quiet evening. I had moved out, into a place with much more tolerable roommates. We were hanging out in the living room together, watching TV and smoking some pot. Daddy was friends with my new roomie, Brian. He introduced us. in fact, and it wasn’t long before the flirting started.

Brian was bigger than me, both in height and weight. A fuzzy bear of a guy, Daddy certainly knew where to keep the cute ones. He was sitting in between the two of us on the couch, in a t-shirt and shorts. I was similarly dressed, and Daddy was in jeans. The show we were watching had just wrapped up, and it seemed Brian had an idea of what to do with the rest of our night.

“Well now that that’s over…you guys wanna come upstairs?” Brian coyly asked us.

Did we ever.

“Lead the way,” Daddy answered before I had a chance.

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Daddy D, Part 5

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The holidays were over, but Daddy D and I still found ourselves unable to meet up regularly at either of our homes. A combination of roommates and busy schedules forced us to make do with what we could, leading to a lot of dirty pics and texts being sent back and forth. I became particularly fond of expanding my jockstrap collection and showing it off for him. All the while we checked for any openings in our schedules for us to get together.

Eventually, we lucked out and found a good night for the two of us to meet up. Both of our places were still unavailable though.It looked like we were going to have another fun night in a park together. Daddy sent me the address of a place nearby, and I hopped in my car that night to meet him.As I pulled into the parking lot, I could see it was a pretty innocuous looking park. It had all your usual trappings: some pavilions, a baseball field, playground. Then, further back, was a forest with a number of trails people could go on for walks. Not exactly like the trails from some of my camping adventures, but I’m sure they’ve seen their fair share of action.

I sat in my car for a few minutes until I saw Daddy park his own. I walked over and hopped in the passenger seat. We weren’t going anywhere, I just wanted to make out a little. Once we were done, we stepped out and made our way over towards the park proper.

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Daddy D, Part 4

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Our cuddle break eventually turns into a groping and kissing break, after we catch our breaths. Everything still felt so good, I was perfectly content to let Daddy guide me through whatever he wanted to do next. Once he’s ready, Daddy extracted himself from the bed once more.

After first making sure we were both still well hydrated, he again opened his duffle bag of goodies. He wasn’t looking for much - just something to fasten my cuffs together. Returning to me, he attached my cuffs together and flipped me onto my stomach.

Daddy at first covered my body with his own, taking the opportunity to again bite and mark up my neck and shoulders. I wanted to wear his marks forever. Then he began to work his way down my back; reaching my ass first with his hands, and then his mouth. Roughly kneading and squeezing my cheeks, he spread my ass to tease my hole, gently blowing air over it. Then he dove in, tongue first.

I love getting rimmed. Contrary to popular belief, a lot of tops enjoy having their asses played with. I just don’t enjoy when you try to stick something more than a tongue in there. Tease and rub the outside of my hole to your heart’s content - it feels great. But any boy who tries for more is gonna get some sense spanked into him real quick.

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Daddy D, Part 3

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Christmastime was here, and I was looking forward to unwrapping a daddy shaped present. It had been a couple of weeks since our fun in the park, and I was very eager to see Daddy D again. Finally, we had managed to find a good time for the both of us. His place would be empty, and I would be able to spend the night.

And spending the night was important because the plans we had made would require a small amount of recovery time afterward. Daddy D had gotten his hands on some MDMA, also known as molly or ecstasy, and we were going to take some and spend all night fucking our brains out. I had done molly a handful of times before, though always in a more casual setting - never sexual. After hearing some of the things people had told me about having sex while rolling I was pretty excited to try it myself. MDMA is probably the “hardest” drug I’d ever be willing to do, and even then very sparingly and under certain circumstances. This just happened to be one of those circumstances.

I packed an overnight bag and headed over to his place. After I parked, Daddy lead me inside and straight into his bedroom. I set my bag down and got comfortable, taking off my shirt. Daddy came over and began to kiss me, taking off his own shirt before sitting on the bed.

“You ready for a fun night, cubby?” He asked as he reached over to his nightstand.

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Daddy D, Part 2

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It was a couple of days after my evening with Daddy D. Since then we had been texting almost constantly, lots of pictures and dirty talk, the usual stuff. However, we were unable to meet up again as both of our places continued to be unavailable.

We weren’t going to let a silly thing like that stop us though.

We decided we would meet downtown. There are a few places there we could have some privacy, at least to walk around and talk. Nothing inappropriate of course, just innocently spending time together…

A nice, if not chilly, evening, I arrived downtown and parked before looking around for Daddy’s car. Once I spotted it I hopped in – we wanted some privacy after all, I just needed a place to keep my car for a few hours. We drove away from the skyscrapers and into a neighborhood. Daddy found a good secluded spot and parked, and we both got out to walk around a small lake nearby.

We strolled around the lake together. It was the early evening, the sun had just gone down and the streetlights were just turning on. As we walked, Daddy pulled a blunt from his pocket and lit it, and we passed it back and forth as we told each other stories from our pasts. He told me about what it was like in high school for him, while he was still in the closet. He was an athlete, which meant having to fuck a lot of girls. Hearing about that only made him hotter. Something about that “straight” guy mystique.

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Daddy D, Part 1

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This story is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest: I take the role of the sub rather than the Dom.

I first met Daddy D on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time, after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on my Lyft when I saw I had a message a faceless profile. Normally that’s enough for me to not even bother with a response, but there was something about this guy. He thought my profile was interesting (it is) and complimented me on it.

We chatted about my pups and how my evening had gone, which is a story for another time. The conversation kept going and we talked about our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.

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