Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2017 03:54:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jackson Burke <jburke745@yahoo.com>
Subject: Daddy Dreams Come True

       As a full-time college student with a job, I didn't have much time
for sex. I kept my head in the books and figured the rest would follow.
Most of the guys on campus didn't interest me that much. I knew for sure I
was gay, but I hadn't managed to find that many men who turned me on. I had
jerked a few guys off in high school, but overall I was still very
inexperienced.
       Mr. Cardozo was a regular at the coffee shop where I worked. Over
time, we struck up a casual acquaintance, making small talk while I
prepared his latte - the weather, how our days were going, hating the
current presidential administration, etc. We eventually discovered a mutual
interest in baseball, and our teams were rivals, so we ribbed each other
about their wins and losses. I learned that he was married with two teenage
daughters, and I told him about my college classes. He was in his mid- 40s,
and looked kind of like someone's dad from next door. Nice guy, friendly,
relaxed, not looking to get on anyone's bad side. Masculine, without being
a jerk about it, and not too much thought put into his clothes. He usually
just wore jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. Eventually he mentioned that he
was an accountant with his own small business and usually worked from home,
so I figured he had no reason to dress up. He was a good looking guy,
medium height, bronze skin, full head of dark hair and a great smile.
       One day, after several months of being more friendly with one
another, I noticed that he came in looking more tired and down than
usual. It seemed too personal for me to comment on, given how recently we'd
gotten to know each other. But I noticed his sadness continuing in the
weeks that followed. We still talked when he came in, but he smiled a lot
less and had less to say. I felt bad for him and hoped everything was okay,
but it was fairly evident that he was going through a hard time. Finally
after two weeks, I got up the nerve to ask what was going on. He looked
surprised for a second, then looked at me and said,
       	"My wife and I are going through some hard stuff, that's all."
       	"Oh, sorry to hear that."
       	"Not your fault. Thanks for asking, though." He grabbed his coffee
and left. A few weeks more, and he didn't seem any happier. The week of
Halloween, he finally let slip to me one day, as we were talking about the
World Series games, that his wife had decided she wanted a separation.
       "It's been rough, I think the hardest part was telling my girls and
seeing how upset it made them. I know they're pretty mad at me right now."
        It was clear he felt awkward telling this to me, but I felt kind of
flattered that he trusted me enough, and wondered if he had anyone else he
could talk to. I expressed my sympathies, and said if there was anything I
could do to help, to let me know. I didn't really expect him to take me up
on the offer, since we hardly knew each other. I was surprised when later
that same week, he stopped in to ask if I could help feed his dogs. He
explained,
       "I'm going out of town for a few days to visit my parents. Now that
my wife and daughters have moved out, it's just me. I have a dog walking
service but they can only come in the morning. Would you mind feeding them
once a day, and letting them out to pee? I'll throw you a few bucks."
       I said sure, why not? I can't lie, I felt excited about the idea of
being inside Mr. Cardozo's house.  I was starting to develop a serious
crush on my favorite regular. I took care of the dogs while he was gone,
and everything went smoothly. He'd said he'd be home late Tuesday night and
we had agreed that Tuesday afternoon would be the last time I'd come by to
take care of the dogs. When I arrived at his condo, I let the dogs out in
the yard, and as I was refilling their water bowl, I heard the key turn in
the lock and Mr. Cardozo walked in. I jumped, spilling water all over the
floor.
       "Hey, you're home early, Mr... uh, Cardozo," I stuttered.
       "Yeah, I managed to get on an earlier flight. Hope I didn't scare
you." He grinned and almost smirked.
       "Uh, no, not at all, just wasn't expecting you."
       "I see. You know, Jack, the truth is, I was hoping to run into you."
       "You were?"
       "Oh, yeah. I'm glad I caught you." His smile widened as he closed
the door and set down his suitcase. I was confused and a little scared -
was this some kind of set up?
       "Oh, you are?" I managed to get out, trying to keep my voice level.
       "Don't fuck around with me, Jack." His lip curled into a mean sneer.
"I know you've been thinking about seeing my cock. Smelling it. Tasting it.
I can always tell when a young boy like you is cock- hungry. You think I
was just talking to you for fun the past few months? I could tell from day
one that you were a little queer bitch. I've just been waiting for the
right moment."
       I stared at him, at a loss for words.
       "And I think I've found it. You want me, don't you." It was not a
question. Lying seemed pointless, so I nodded.
       "Good boy. That's what I thought." He started rubbing the crotch of
his sweatpants, and I didn't try to hide the fact that I was staring at the
growing dickprint. I still felt surprised and nervous, but also very
excited. Maybe this would finally be the day that my fantasies came
true. To be honest, I masturbated nearly every day thinking about older men
using me for their pleasure, shoving their fat cocks down my throat, and
then stretching my tight boyhole while they fucked me hard and deep.
Sometimes I even imagined them slapping me and spitting on me. I had
squirted more loads then I could count while I fantasized about being
spreading my legs to be deep-dicked by men older than my father.  Up to
this point I'd been too nervous to act on it. But Mr. Cardozo wasn't giving
me any time to be nervous. He barked out,
       "Stop staring at me cock and clean up that water you spilled,
faggot."
       I found some paper towels and wiped up the water as fast as I could.
       "Good. Now take off your shirt."  At 19 years old I still only
looked 15 or 16, with my short wiry build. I was self-conscious about being
short and thin, but Mr. Cardozo seemed to like it. He was staring at my
body with intense lust, continuing to massage his penis, now fully rigid,
through his sweats.
       "Come here, boy. Get on your knees." I obeyed and crouched down in
front of him. He slid down his sweatpants, leaving only a threadbare jock,
straining to contain his throbbing erection.
       "Sniff it." I obediently leaned into his massive balls, and breathed
in deeply through the thin fabric. The intoxicatingly heady musk made me
lightheaded. I inhaled again and again, under his balls, and up along his
shaft. The aroma varied in different places but was no less heady. I grew
rock hard from his manly scents. When I placed my nose against the fabric
stretched over his cockhead, I caught a whiff of piss and pre cum.
       "You like the way a man's cock smells? Answer me, boy."
       "Yes."
       "Yeah? Tell me more." He gazed down at me with a stern look. I took
a deep breath and whimpered:
       "I love the way your sweaty big balls and cock smell."
       "Mmmm, good. That's right." He shoved my face into his balls again
and rubbed his hard erection over my cheeks and forehead. He kicked off his
shoes and shoved his foot against my aching cock.
       "Wow, you do love that, don't you? Your dick is totally hard. You're
a real slut, you know that?"  Was I? I was shocked to hear him call me a
slut, but I quickly realized that it made my dick throb. It was hard to
argue with that. I nodded as I gently licked the fabric over his balls.
       "Good. I love having a little bitch boy like you to work on me. With
my wife gone I'm horny all the time. I'm going to be your daddy from now
on, so when you answer me you call me 'Daddy.' Got that?"
       "Yes, daddy."
       "Good. Now suck daddy's cock." He whipped out his erection and
pushed it against my lips. I opened up and he slid it in roughly. I had
imagined being able to discover his cock slowly, at my own pace, and
gradually work up to sucking the full length, but Mr. Cardozo was
impatient. He grabbed my ears for leverage and began thrusting hard
immediately, pounding my tonsils until I gagged. He pulled out and slapped
my face with his dripping cock, leaving sticky trails of precum and spit on
my cheeks.
       "Open up for me, boy. I want to feel my whole cock in your throat."
I did my best to open up but I kept gagging as he thrust his meat in
harder. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked and slobbered on his
thick penis. I wanted to please my Daddy so badly, but try as I might, I
couldn't fit any more of him in my mouth.
       "Hold on." He opened a drawer in a table by the door and pulled out
a small bottle. He unscrewed the cap and held the top of the open bottle
right up under my nose.
       "This is what you need, boy. Breathe in deep." I inhaled, as a
strange scent that I couldn't recognize filled my nostrils. It smelled a
little like permanent marker. Immediately I got a head rush and my heart
started beating faster. Mr. Cardozo slid his thick cock back into my mouth
and continued his deep thrusts, but this time my throat opened up easily,
and before I knew it, the entire length of his throbbing penis was buried
in my throat. I heard him inhale deeply and knew he was also sniffing the
tiny bottle. His thrusts intensified and he moaned. The only thing I was
aware of was his hot cock pummeling my throat, and the sexy smells of his
balls that I got a whiff of every time I bottomed out on his dick.
       	"There you go, boy. I can feel your throat opening for me. Now
you're taking daddy's whole cock like a good little bitch. Daddy's going to
nut in your throat soon. You want to taste daddy's nut?" I moaned around
his cock, trails of spit and precum running down my face and neck.
       "You're such a fucking whore." He pistoned his cock deeper still
into me. "That's right. Let daddy fuck your tight throat pussy."
       Bracing himself with one hand on the wall for support, he grasped
the back of my head firmly with the other, and continued his dominant
assault on my mouth and throat. He groaned, louder and louder, until with a
final roar of pleasure, he leaned back and began to drain his balls into my
throat.
       "FUCK! TAKE. THAT. CUM. EAT IT."
       He pulled his cock out just enough that I could feel it spurting on
to my tongue, and taste his tangy sperm.
       "Swallow all of your daddy's nut, like a good boy. That's what you
wanted, right? Goddamn, that feels good. You've been waiting for this for
months, haven't you." He grinned as he slowly withdrew his still throbbing
cock from my mouth. A few strands of cum still clung to his foreskin.
       "Clean it off, there's a good boy." I obediently lapped at this
cockhead until all the sperm was gone. I started to jerk myself off, and
was seconds away from coming, but Mr. Cardozo stopped me.
       SMACK! He slapped me hard on the cheek, knocking me almost to the
floor.
       "No jerking off! If you ever want this cock again, you cum when I
give you permission, and only then."
       "But, Mr. Cardozo-"
       "Shut up. You loved that, didn't you?"
       I nodded.
       "You loved me fucking your throat and feeding you my sperm, right?"
       "Yes."
       "Tell me 'yes daddy."
        "Yes D- Daddy," I stuttered, rubbing the sore spot on my cheek
where he'd hit me. It hurt!
       "Then save your cum. Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. Get
your things and leave, I have to unpack. But be back here tomorrow, 7 pm
sharp."
       "Yes, Daddy."
       "And don't let me find out that you've shot your load before then.
You don't want to see me angry."


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