BBC Daddy
After corresponding with a guy on on a gay hook-up site for what felt like years, I never expected we would meet. Never. He was firm that he wanted to meet alone and I am not allowed to play alone. I respected his reasons but I certainly did fantasize about him and jacked off many times thinking about him and the pics I had seen of him. He is a top Daddy. He is black and I am white. He regularly posts how black on white sex is the best. He was just adding to my fantasies. I had been fucked but a black guy a few times and he was HOT but this fellow was so intriguing and he lived quite close. Dangerously close. I would regularly check his profile hoping for new pictures and videos. Yes, videos.
Moving to warmer Florida meant that we would sell our previous house once emptied. The window of possibility was closing and we had never met. He did once tell me he was at the CVS behind our house. I didnāt see the message and really donāt know what I would have done had I seen his message more timely. Yes, the unknown possibility of meeting. He was so close and his cock looked so appealing. But it didnāt happen. He even told me we were never going to meet. Still my fantasies and stroking my hard cock till I came told me I wanted more, much, much more. He would occasionally send me a message. I think he was wanting it to happen even though he said it would not. I know I really wanted to meet him.
I sent him a message that I was home alone hoping he might change his mind. He replied with a non-committal maybe and I assumed he was just being kind after our years of sexually heated texts. Still nothing. Finally, I told him that I knew it wasnāt going to happen. I needed to leave the house shortly and he had told me that he was headed in the other direction for an errand. He asked me for my address which I thought was for his future reference. I sent it. He sent a message he would be there. I was confused. I knew he was headed in the other direction. I also knew I told him I was leaving shortly. Was this to meet at a future point? I asked him. He said he was on his way to our house now! I said I was very short on time but OK. He would arrive in a few minutes and I panicked. I didnāt have much time so I cleaned up as best I could and then got a message that he was out front. He came to the door. I had never seen his face. He is very good looking.
We went upstairs and I fumbled taking my clothes off. It felt crazy. He pulled his jogging pants down to show black bikini briefs holding that fabulous cock. I went to my knees. Looking up I saw him smile so my mouth went to work on his cock. Given the short time, I was expecting a blow and go. That was fine by me and all the time I had. I loved his cock in my mouth and I wanted to please him. I felt off balance. I knew this was wrong but wanted him so bad. After so many years it was finally happening, if only a blow job. His cock was nice in my mouth and throat. I sucked his balls and we both loved it. I was expecting him to cum. Most guys cum right away when I blow them. Iām a very good cocksucker.
Then he pulled me to my feet and said, āI want to fuck you.ā I told him the time was so short, I didnāt have time to clean both inside and out. He got a pained expression on his face. There was a pause. Then he said, āGet the lube!ā I did as I was told and lubed his man cock. He wanted me on all fours and he started probing my pink pucker with his beautiful big black cock. I could feel the pressure. His cock head is big. The pressure was more than my pucker could take and his head popped inside me. The lube made it impossible to resist him. The shaft slid right in behind. Then he started to fuck me. Slow and deep. Every stroke was deliberate. Slow and deep. My ass was on fire with his big black cock but I wanted him. I wanted it to never end. Then he wanted me on my back. I turned. I could see his beautiful face drawing every breath was as deliberate as every thrust of his man cock impaling me so deep. He was thrusting deep to the base of his glorious cock with every stroke. Pulling nearly out then back again fully. By now the sensation was all good. His way of slow fucking was unlike anything I ever felt. It felt amazing. Deep and deliberate. His veiny cock reaming my pink hole wide. It felt so different. So many different sensations throughout my body. His weight on me, his cock inside me, his deep breathing. I gently played with his nipples and he liked it. Then he twisted me on my side and slow fucked me that way. I didnāt want it to stop. Ever. And on he went. I knew I was going to be late. Very late. And so it went until he finished. I quickly cleaned up and we both left. I was late. My ass tingled for hours afterward. He sent me a message asking how my ass was feeling. I got a chub just seeing his message. My ass really was tingling and I told him so. I wish we had been able to meet so much sooner. He was like nothing else I ever felt. Did I want more? OMG, yes. Would it ever happen again? Youāll have to read here to find out if we were ever able to meet again. And yes, he did mark me for life. I guess that makes me a Jack of Spades. Or his Jack of Spades. Thanks Daddy for taking a chance on me. You are fucking amazing.
Moving to warmer Florida meant that we would sell our previous house once emptied. The window of possibility was closing and we had never met. He did once tell me he was at the CVS behind our house. I didnāt see the message and really donāt know what I would have done had I seen his message more timely. Yes, the unknown possibility of meeting. He was so close and his cock looked so appealing. But it didnāt happen. He even told me we were never going to meet. Still my fantasies and stroking my hard cock till I came told me I wanted more, much, much more. He would occasionally send me a message. I think he was wanting it to happen even though he said it would not. I know I really wanted to meet him.
I sent him a message that I was home alone hoping he might change his mind. He replied with a non-committal maybe and I assumed he was just being kind after our years of sexually heated texts. Still nothing. Finally, I told him that I knew it wasnāt going to happen. I needed to leave the house shortly and he had told me that he was headed in the other direction for an errand. He asked me for my address which I thought was for his future reference. I sent it. He sent a message he would be there. I was confused. I knew he was headed in the other direction. I also knew I told him I was leaving shortly. Was this to meet at a future point? I asked him. He said he was on his way to our house now! I said I was very short on time but OK. He would arrive in a few minutes and I panicked. I didnāt have much time so I cleaned up as best I could and then got a message that he was out front. He came to the door. I had never seen his face. He is very good looking.
We went upstairs and I fumbled taking my clothes off. It felt crazy. He pulled his jogging pants down to show black bikini briefs holding that fabulous cock. I went to my knees. Looking up I saw him smile so my mouth went to work on his cock. Given the short time, I was expecting a blow and go. That was fine by me and all the time I had. I loved his cock in my mouth and I wanted to please him. I felt off balance. I knew this was wrong but wanted him so bad. After so many years it was finally happening, if only a blow job. His cock was nice in my mouth and throat. I sucked his balls and we both loved it. I was expecting him to cum. Most guys cum right away when I blow them. Iām a very good cocksucker.
Then he pulled me to my feet and said, āI want to fuck you.ā I told him the time was so short, I didnāt have time to clean both inside and out. He got a pained expression on his face. There was a pause. Then he said, āGet the lube!ā I did as I was told and lubed his man cock. He wanted me on all fours and he started probing my pink pucker with his beautiful big black cock. I could feel the pressure. His cock head is big. The pressure was more than my pucker could take and his head popped inside me. The lube made it impossible to resist him. The shaft slid right in behind. Then he started to fuck me. Slow and deep. Every stroke was deliberate. Slow and deep. My ass was on fire with his big black cock but I wanted him. I wanted it to never end. Then he wanted me on my back. I turned. I could see his beautiful face drawing every breath was as deliberate as every thrust of his man cock impaling me so deep. He was thrusting deep to the base of his glorious cock with every stroke. Pulling nearly out then back again fully. By now the sensation was all good. His way of slow fucking was unlike anything I ever felt. It felt amazing. Deep and deliberate. His veiny cock reaming my pink hole wide. It felt so different. So many different sensations throughout my body. His weight on me, his cock inside me, his deep breathing. I gently played with his nipples and he liked it. Then he twisted me on my side and slow fucked me that way. I didnāt want it to stop. Ever. And on he went. I knew I was going to be late. Very late. And so it went until he finished. I quickly cleaned up and we both left. I was late. My ass tingled for hours afterward. He sent me a message asking how my ass was feeling. I got a chub just seeing his message. My ass really was tingling and I told him so. I wish we had been able to meet so much sooner. He was like nothing else I ever felt. Did I want more? OMG, yes. Would it ever happen again? Youāll have to read here to find out if we were ever able to meet again. And yes, he did mark me for life. I guess that makes me a Jack of Spades. Or his Jack of Spades. Thanks Daddy for taking a chance on me. You are fucking amazing.
1 year ago