Daddy Alex

“He seems like a homophobic asshole,” I told my husband when we first met our landlord Mitch. We were renting one-half of a duplex in which Mitch and his wife lived on the other side. “You two are brothers?” he had asked when we signed the lease, noting our shared last name. “No,” my husband explained. “We’re actually married.” Mitch stared awkwardly at us for a moment before finally grunting, “I guess that’ll work.” As if we needed his permission to be married?

After we moved into the duplex, Mitch pretty much kept to himself, which was fine by me. His homely wife sometimes brought over cookies or a slice of cake, but we rarely saw Mitch. That changed late one night when my husband was out of town for a conference. The sink in our bathroom was leaking into the cabinetry underneath. I knew something just needed tightening, but I couldn’t find a wrench. Knowing I was to immediately report any issues to Mitch, I gave him a call. Two minutes later he was at my door with a toolbox in hand.

Mitch was shirtless and in just a pair of athletic shorts. He was much more muscular than I had realized and had a thick carpet of silver hair that fanned across his chest and down his stomach, complimenting his silver beard. The outline of a fat cock head was evident in his shorts. I was taken aback, realizing I was attracted to him. “I hope I didn’t disturb you and your wife,” I apologized as I led Mitch to the bathroom sink. “Nah,” he grunted. “She’s gone to bed and I was just … uh … watching TV.”

I was sitting on the bed when Mitch emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with his toolbox in hand. “The sink is fixed,” he reported. “I just tightened up a few things.” Mitch then looked about the bedroom I share with my husband. “Where’s your husband,” he asked, adjusting the bulge in his shorts. “He’s away … on business,” I replied. “Which one of you likes it up the ass?” he then inquired matter-of-factly, as if asking which one of us likes to drink coffee. “Uh … we both do,” I stammered, shocked by his question. “But I’m usually the one to bottom.” He looked confused. “I take it up the ass,” I clarified.

“Look, faggot,” Mitch said, stroking his silver beard. “I was jacking to some porn when you interrupted me earlier. I can either go home and finish myself off in my favorite chair … or I can stay here and fuck my load into you. Your call.” Jesus, I couldn’t believe what was happening. My mind reeled as I weighed the import of cheating on my husband with this hairy beast of a man. And then he pulled down the front of his shorts, revealing a massive cock. Fuck. “You want this cock or not?” he demanded. I then dropped to my knees like some mindless, cock-hungry faggot and took his big dick down my throat.

”Hold up,” he interrupted me, pulling out of my mouth and slipping off his shorts. “Strip down and get on the bed.” I dutifully obeyed his orders as he positioned himself on his knees near the top of the bed. Dropping my briefs, and spreading my legs so he could get a view of my plump ass, I leaned forward and took his big cock all the way down my throat. “That’s it, faggot. Suck this big dick,” he ordered as I slobbered all over his thick, hairy, nine-incher. And then reaching forward to slap my ass, he said, “Get that cock good and wet ‘cause it’s going up your ass next.” I couldn’t wait a moment longer for that. Turning around on the bed, I presented my ass to him.

“Damn, you’ve got a sweet cunt,” Mitch moaned as his fat cock head began to breach my tight hole. And then with both hands on my shoulders, he shoved that huge nine-incher all the way inside of me. “SHIT,” I screamed, grasping the sheets. “Yeah, I bet this big cock is bigger than what your husband gives you,” he taunted. I nodded and moaned, “Uh huh.” It was true. Mitch’s huge cock was much bigger than my husband’s dick. “You ever had a cock this big up your ass, boy?” Mitch inquired, giving me deep, rhythmic thrusts. “Yeah,” I exhaled breathlessly. “Just one cock as big as yours. A basketball player in college.” I could feel Mitch growing even harder inside me as I spoke. “He passed me around to the rest of his team and they’d take turns tagging me after practice.”

Mitch leaned forward, his lips to my ear, and whispered, “I knew you were a dirty slut from the moment I met you, faggot. And now I’m gonna treat you like a dirty slut.” Instantly, Mitch grabbed me by the hips and began to jackhammer me, pulling my ass toward him. Fuck, his big cock hurt so good. I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head as he pummeled my hole. Suddenly, his hand was upon my head as he shoved my face into the bed, raising my ass higher for him. “Yeah, this is my favorite position, faggot. This angle always gets me off.” It was a great position for me, too, as he was going deeper than I had ever experienced. It was so intense, I found myself biting the sheets to endure him.

“You want my cum, faggot?” Mitch urgently demanded. ”Yeah? You want me to dump this load up your faggot ass? Uh huh?” But he allowed me no time to answer before he bellowed, “Aww, FUCK … Aww, SHIT … Take this nut, you motherfucker.” Instantly, a flood of warmth filled me from within as his cock throbbed and pulsed, emptying his seed inside me. Mitch collapsed upon me, his weight pushing me further into the bed. I could barely breathe as he heaved to catch his breath. “Fuck, I needed that,” he growled. He finally rolled off me, his hairy chest and stomach matted with sweat. His cock was still semi-hard and leaking the last of his jizz onto the sheets. I rolled onto my stomach and, taking his cock into my mouth, sucked him clean.

“Shit. I better get home before the wife notices I’m gone,” Mitch announced, rising from the bed to retrieve his shorts. “When does your husband get back?” he asked. “He’s gone one more night,” I answered, pulling my legs together to stem the flow of cum that was leaking onto the sheets from my wrecked hole. “Call again tomorrow night around the same time,” he directed. “Tell me your sink is still leaking, and I’ll come over to fuck you again.” I nodded in agreement, intent on following his orders. “Oh … and faggot?” he paused on his way out the door. “Be sure to change those nasty sheets before tomorrow.”