I never knew I had a fetish. I mean, I get into the way a hot guy’s armpits smell, but it doesn’t rule my life. Big, manly bare feet turn me on but I don’t need to swallow the toes or have the soles press down on my face. And, while all kinds of cum-swapping gets me hard, I tend to think of it as all part of ordinary, non-kinky fun. Maybe it’ll happen, maybe it won’t, but we’ll definitely have a basic, unfancy, non-fetish good time anyway.
Then I was messaged by a jock boy recently. As you probably know too well by now, this is my thing, a dad/son scenario that gets my cock rock hard. (I don’t think of that as a fetish, though ‒ it’s more an erotic mindset.) The usual shit played out, with him being in town briefly and clearly into older guys. I didn’t have much hope of this happening. The pic he sent me was g-rated and all the hotter because of it: dark blonde, beefy, sexy, straight.
But he persisted. I thought, what the fuck, and violated the Great Rule. I sent my address through an IM. Crazy, what’ll you do when there’s a chance for a hot ass. Then I logged off and put on a movie. No, my hopes weren’t up. In fact, I put the whole thing out of my mind, except maybe as a jerk-off fantasy for later.
There was a knock at my door. Now, that doesn’t happen a lot. Immediately my heart raced and I assessed how I would appear. Not bad. I’d worked out that afternoon and was hanging in boxers and a t-shirt. I looked through the peephole and saw the boy. Something in my boxers began stirring and my wrists felt that adrenaline surge. This could be good. I only wish I’d had a few more minutes to savor the anticipation.
I let him in. He was actually taller than I’d thought, and just as beefy and sexy. Dark blondes…there’s something very hot there. Maybe it’s my love of licking fair hair in an ass crack. Anyway. He stepped in with a “hey, man,” and not much else. I frantically tried to remember what he had said that he was into. Wait a minute. Oh. Older guys. Me. And I knew as well that this meant he was going to just stand there until I gave him some instruction.
“Glad you made it, son,” I said. I put my hand on his chest, feeling two mounds of hot pec muscle. He stood like a statue. OK. Time to re-group, and fast. I turned my back to him and sat down on my couch.
“Why don’t you strip for me, son?”
He gave a curt little nod and took off his sandals. Then the long, baggy shorts came off, revealing big, hairy thighs. Then he peeled off his polo shirt. Sweet. A blonde treasure trail and patches of hair around the pink nipples. He stood there in boxers and nothing else, waiting. I stretched it out, staring at him. And I could see, literally see, the front of his boxers starting to tent.
“Come on over here, son.” He clumsily came to me. I took a chance. “Sit on my lap, like a good boy.” He did. It wasn’t easy ‒ this fucker was big. But, once his large and hard ass settled on me, I didn’t mind the weight. I reached around to tweak his nipples, saying, “Are you a good boy?” He fell back against my chest and whispered, “No.”
It seemed like this scene, as cliché as it was, had a momentum of its own. “What’ve you been doing, boy?” I asked. “Have you been beating off?” This was the ticket. He ground his ass harder down on my stiff cock ‒ my length was nestled in the crack ‒ and he answered, yes. I told him he needed to be punished. Again, yes.
I ordered him to get up and lie down across my lap. My heart was pounding; this was pretty new to me but my raging dick told me it was a good place to go. He began to drop his shorts but I told him to just do only what I said. So he stretched across me on the couch. The weight was much, much better now. And I had that huge straight jock ass right in front of me, facing me on my lap. I felt his cock. It was hard but small. The boy was one of those big, beefy jocks with little dicks. Didn’t matter. And I knew he could feel my larger hardness below his crotch.
I’m a lefty so I raised my hand and smacked his ass cheeks in a test run. Not too hard, not too light. I’d never really gotten into this before but I had to learn fast. I knew at once that I was way, way too easy on him. He was just lying on me and I was suddenly afraid that he’d get up and dress and go, maybe saying, “Later, dude.”
So I pulled his boxers down fast and really whacked him hard. He ground down into my crotch, and he yelped. Good. I looked at that beautiful ass, the fat cheeks, the blonde hair in the crack. I felt myself begin to drip. “Jerking off? Did I tell you you could jerk off, son?” Smack. Even harder. His small cock was a solid stub I could feel. Pink began to rise on the ivory skin of his ass cheeks.
I spanked again and again. Each time, he whimpered or grunted. Each time, I ran the palm of my hand gently over where I’d hit. I told him how bad he was. I whacked his ass till it got bright pink and, by this point, he was humping my crotch. I know it was, again, a cliché. But we were both perfectly into this scene. I was amazed at how much I was liking it.
Finally, after a long time spanking my boy, his humping got faster. One more spank, and then I shoved my index finger into the wrinkled pucker hole I opened by parting the hairy crack. It was going to be any second. I finger-fucked him ‒ and that hole was tight‒ and told him he was a pussy. Suddenly I felt my own cock surge. Even under his weight, my hips thrust up just as his pressed down hard for the last few times. Still whimpering, he unleashed a warm wetness on me just as I popped a load he must’ve felt through my boxers. It was beyond hot, knowing how our cum was mixing it up between our crotches. And I found myself gasping for breath. This, I thought, is a new world. I like it.
As is usually the case, he left pretty quickly. He didn’t even wipe up. I showered with that great feeling you have after a truly satisfying load. Then I had happy thoughts. I have a fetish now. It was, in a way, like discovering sex for the first time.
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