Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2019 00:07:35 +0000 From: Clark Wayne Subject: Permanent Hook Up- Authoritarian, Older/Younger Permanent Hook Up Clark Wayne Underamour001@hotmail.com Nifty Archive relies on the support from readers to keep doing the awesome work they're doing. Please consider donating to support the Archive. "What the fuck? What are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. Minding my own business, sitting at the table eating breakfast and he walks in the room. My latest daddy fuck-buddy I met online. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he smirked, cocky. I was completely sidelined. I looked down the hall and saw Mom's keys were gone from the hook on the wall. That means she had gone to work. "Dude, the fuck?" I whispered loudly which was dumb since we were the only ones in the house. "Well, this is awkward," he smirked again. He flexed his pecs. I rolled my eyes. He sat down at the table across from me. "Seems I've been dating YOUR mom." "What? WHAT? How long?" "A few months. She told me she had a kid but I didn't know it was you." "Dude, this can't be happening. This is so fucked up, bro!" "It's certainly not something I ever saw coming. Didn't she ever mention me? I don't see how she could keep me a secret. I mean, look at me. Plus, you know better than anyone...the sex is great!" "Arrogant prick." I murmured under my breath. "Well, yeah I knew she was seeing someone but I didn't know it was you. She keeps her dating life private until she thinks the dude is ready to meet me. Which means...you two are serious?" "If she only knew that we've already met. If she only knew you have your jock gut full of my boys right now." His bedroom eyes penetrating mine. "Don't you, Sport?" I sat there, dumbfounded. My jaw dropped. My eyes wide but my dick was hard. "Are you telling me you fucked me last night and then came here and fucked my mom?" "Yeah! Cool, right?" he grinned. "EW! No! Not cool!" I said back with a grimace. He laughed like it was the most hilarious thing in the world. "Oh, no, Sport. She hasn't told you, has she?" "Told me WHAT?" "Dude, I'm about to become your step-dad. I proposed last night!" he laughed again then he winked. I just about swallowed my tongue. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god! This, this is so fucked up. Dude, you can't marry my mom!" "Why not?" "Because you've been fucking both of us. That's just not right! Oh, my fucking god," I panicked. "My hottest fuckbuddy is marrying my mom..." I said to myself, out loud. The hottest, sexiest guy to ever put his dick in me is now going to be living under the same roof. In any other circumstance, this would totally rock but not in this scenario. I can't have my future step-dad fucking my mom and then sneaking into my room in the middle night to lay his pipe in me. "Dude, it's cool kid. It's cool," he said calmly. "Stop being a little bitch. You're only allowed to be a bitch when I'm fucking you," he said with a cocky tone. "I'm not being a little bitch, you dick! How is this ok with you?" "What? Are you kidding me? Not only do I get to marry a smoking hot chic but I also get to bone her hot-as-fuck, walking wet dream of a son. Best of both worlds, Sport." He winked again. "You're fucking insane. You're not doing that. I'm out of here, got football practice." I pushed my cereal bowl away. "I'm going to stay with Dad," I announced as I stood up, stuck out my chest as a sign to him that I wasn't to be trifled with. He may be twice my age, but I could still fuck him up. He knows how strong I am and how much pain I can take. He knows because when he fucks me, he slams into me like a pile driver. Because of my musculature from hours of weight training, football training and Crossfit, I'm built solid and I'm built to take a hard fuck. My ass is pure muscle and it's thick and round. I know I can take this old man and teach him not to fuck with me. I shot him a look of defiance as I grabbed my backpack sitting on the chair next to me. He stood up too, his square jaw clenched, veins popping in his forehead, face bright red. I've seen this before but it's usually as he's cumming in my ass. He moved around the table and approached me. I looked down at those tight boxer briefs and that fucking beautiful big cock behind the fabric, the one I love to suck on and that fucks the hell out of me 3 to 4 times a week for the last month month or so. He grabbed my elbow and roughly pulled me to him. He got in my face, his nose inches from my own. I tried to pull away. "Get your fucking hands off me, asshole," I growled. His grip tightened. He had fire in his eyes. I'd never seen THIS particular look. It wasn't his cum-face. This dude was pissed and I began to reassess my options. He was fucking scaring the shit out of me. He stared into my eyes. I'm scared but at the same time, turned the fuck on. All I wanted in that moment was for him to throw my big jock-body against the wall and grudge-fuck me. He was intimidating and forceful and aggressive, exactly how I like my tops to be. "Listen to me, FUCK BOY." I flinched. "That's right. Isn't that what you like me to call you when you're riding my cock, slut? You are NOT going to stay with your dad. You ARE staying right here in this fucking house," he growled as he pushed me back against the wall. With his other hand, he grabbed my jaw and squeezed. I could taste the spit that sprayed from his mouth as he spoke. "What are you going to do? Go cry to daddy?" he mocked. He was taunting me. "Go ahead. Tell daddy your new stepdad has been nailing your pussy-ass for over a month? Tell daddy his big, strong football player son is nothing but a cum-dump for his hot step-dad? I'm sure he'll love it when he learns his son has been hooking up with guys online for the better part of a year." I stood defiant. Scowl on my face. The fucker is right. I can't tell my dad that I've been whoring myself out to other dudes. When you look like I do, it's easy to get guys to fuck you Hooking up with dudes if just too easy for me. A top's perfect bottom; a tall, young, football player with a jacked body, a big ass and who loves to be fucked. I've never had a desire to top which most guys who I am about to hook up with think that I am. It's just assumed when they see my pics online. If they read my profile though, it states clearly, "young, built jock, 6'2, 200 lbs., very masculine and 100% BOTTOM." Then the app lights up like a fucking Christmas tree when I log on and I have the luxury of picking who ever I want who messages me. "How about you tell him about the first time we met. Remember? I told you to show up at my place wearing some tight little football pants, a hot Underamour shirt and a ball cap? You told me how you like to wear those pants to show off your ass. You told me I was hot and that you wanted me to throw you down and fuck you hard. Tell him you took three loads from me that night. I listened to him as my pulse raced. The images he described appeared in my mind. He was right. I couldn't wait to get to his place that first night. He's a hot daddy, 6-feet, 190 lbs., masculine and Alpha as fuck. The fuck-talk he spewed at me through text got my bone hard right away. He was demanding and I loved it. He told me what to wear and when to show up. I only wanted to obey this handsome Alpha. I dressed the way he wanted me to. I found a pair of shiny, white football pants from two years ago, smaller and tighter. I wore a tight, spandex, training shirt and my red ball cap. I showed up already hard. He fucked me in every position and in every room. Before I left, he took my phone and entered his number. "When I text, you come, Fuck Boy." was all he said and he pushed me out the door with a smile on my face and an ass full of cum. I was his Fuck Boy and that's all he ever called me. As I stood toe to toe with this fierce Alpha, my cock became fully erect and wet. I'm sure I was leaking through my spandex pants. He leaned in so close now, our noses were barely touching. "So guess what, FUCK-BOY? I'm your daddy now. He released my arm but remained in my face. "Now, give Daddy a kiss." I was so turned on. His masculine musk was overtaking my senses. I looked him in the eyes. I hesitated. And before I realized what I was doing I attacked his mouth. I made out with him like we usually do when he's balls deep in my ass. When I'm on my back, my legs wrapped around his back, holding on to his thick neck as we kiss, as we fuck. "That's what I'm talking about, Fuck Boy. God damn, my own permanent fuck boy living in my own house. Life doesn't get any better than this." He reaches around and clasps his big hand on the back of my neck as he slowly turns me and steers me towards the hall to my bedroom. I suddenly realize what his plan is. No way! He wants to fuck me, here? Now? His warm hand on the back of my neck tightened when I hesitated. "What's the fucking problem, Fuck Boy?" "I have practice," I mumble, broken. "Not this morning, Fuck Boy. Daddy's going to fuck your hole before work. I'll drop you off on my way to work," he says in a sexy, sultry voice as we stop in front of my room and he opens the door. I look inside the room at my unmade bed and then back to him. I shake my head silently but then his hands fly up and hit my chest, pushing me back into my room and onto the bed. "Get used to this, Fuck Boy. Every morning after your mom leaves for work, I'm going to nail your beautiful butt and then I'm going to breed it." "Please...we can't," I plead, quietly, almost a whisper. He slid his briefs off and climbed between my legs. He stroked my thighs, his hands sliding over my tight pants. "I am going to fuck you every morning, Fuck Boy. I'm going to love sticking you every day," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me. At first I was hesitant but I smelled him, soap and aftershave. His lips were warm from our previous kiss. His jaw was smooth. I kissed back and again we were all over each other. I gave into him like I always do. I wanted him inside of me. He sat up and undid my pants and peeled them off my legs. I started to take off my shirt but he stopped me. "No. Shirt stays on. Jock does too." He looked around my room and found my red baseball cap, the one I wore that first night. "Put this on too." He tossed it to me and I slid it on my head. "Fucking perfect," he hissed. He tossed my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. "You still got my ball juice inside you, Fuck Boy?" I probably did. I nodded. "Good boy. I won't need lube then," he grins as he pushes that thick daddy cock in my hole and sinks to the root in one dive. I throw my head back in passion. That feeling never gets old; a big thick cock sinking into my tight hole, grazing my button on the way down and sending a shiver up my spine and out my fingers and toes. "Fuck, yeah," he sighs. "You are the best fucking ass I've ever had, Fuck Boy." "Fuck me. Fuck me!" I yell at him. He starts to cut into me, pulling out and slamming back into my upturned ass. My shoulders perched on his shoulders as he folds me in half and sticks his tongue down my throat. My arms reach around his muscular neck as I pull his down. "You my Fuck Boy? Huh, Sport? My big, strong, football player Fuck Boy?" he whispered into my ear. "Uh huh," I said between grunts. "Yeah. I know you are. Knew the first second I saw you. Be a good Fuck Boy and I will be good to you." I nodded my head as I strained, my knees by my ears, labored breathing, sweat pouring off his forehead and dripping onto my face. "I'm going to breed you, now, Fuck Boy," was all the warning he gave me before his eyes rolled back in his head and he roared, his cock expanding inside me and a warm gush of his cum flooded my hole. The best feeling in the world. He finished cumming, sat up and pulled out. He stood up and picked up my football pants and wiped off the cum I shot on his abs. He threw the pants at me, hit me in the face. I pulled them off and stared back at the tall hunk who just fucked me. "Get dressed, Fuck Boy. I'm going to change and then we're out of here." "Ok," I said as I stood up, wobbly at first. "One more thing, Fuck Boy. I'll pick you up today after class. We'll have just enough time before your mom gets home that I can dump another load inside you. Now get dressed!"