Daddy having a good time …
He had been coming up to you in the club for a while, but you weren’t into him; just another weird older guy hitting on you. Plus you had a boyfriend who was clearly with you. He didn’t seem to mind that. But he was nice and would buy you drinks. You always wondered what he was thinking….what would a hot, fit young twink like you want with a big older guy like him anyway? But hey- free drinks just for some chatting, what a sucker!
One night after a few while you were out alone he asked for a kiss in exchange for the next round. Just a quick peck on the mouth. What was the worst that could happen?
You obliged, leaning away from his shirtless body so you didn’t touch it. It kinda of grossed you out. You gave him a quick kiss and pulled away quickly, but some of his saliva still got into your mouth off his wet lips, damp from his drink. You licked it off reflexively, enjoying at the sweet, alcoholic taste, waiting for it to pass as you waited for your next round. But it didn’t. The taste got a little stronger, then a little stronger, till your tongue was clicking against the roof of your mouth trying to taste it deeper.
You looked over at him. Suddenly his chest… his big…broad…hairy chest looked so.. inviting. It was like you were seeing him through new eyes for some reason. He looked …so strong. So tall. Wouldn’t most of your body fit, wrapped tight around his long torso? Didn’t you want to be wrapped around it, burying your face in his chest hair? You found yourself focused on it, imaging yourself lost in bliss nuzzling against his mounds of fur, his big, strong, hairy arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer into his belly. It was probably warm….yeah….so warm on Daddy’s big, fuzzy belly…. You wanted to feel that warmth. You could be his special boy, just like he wanted. But you weren’t single, you started to think apprehensively. Just then, his eyes locked with your as he flashed you his killer smile. You felt heat surge through you. He was…beautiful. Why hadn’t you seen iit before?
He walked over to you. “You ready to go, boy?” he asked, towering over you. You were ready to go. You grabbed your jacket and headed out the door with him, as if you’d known him forever, reaching to hold his hand as you walked out. He smiled down at you again, gripping it tightly. You felt warm. You were his now.
Before you knew it, you were blocks away, his strong, burly arm around you, hugging you close…but part of you hesitated as a thought brought you back to focus somewhat. “But my boyfri-” He kissed your head and the thought instantly melted away like he’d poured warm water down your head, a complacent, dumb, smile forming on your face again. His big body was letting off warm heat that made you feel foggy, especially off his big arm around you. It made you draw closer to into him. Being closer to it was all you could think about now. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll understand,” he said, “Once you bring him over for his kiss. You can still be his boyfriend, but you’ll be my boys now.”
