Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2024 14:48:49 +0000 From: whipped Subject: Remote Work in West Virginia Part 3 The following story is about the relationship between an 18 year old rural West Virginian and his much older sugar daddy. There is no rape and there is no prostitution. However, there is definitely an age, power, and financial gap between the two. It is a slow build and about a gradual seduction into gay sex. Do not read this story if you are under 18. All characters in this story are 18 or older. This is a complete work of fiction not inspired by real people or events. Never exploit others and always use protection in real life. If you like twinks, always card your lovers. Never be violent with your partners. If you enjoy this and other stories, consider donating to Nifty. Remote Work in West Virginia Part 3 Thomas Jackson I fell asleep still hard. I had wanted to nut all over the kid's face, but thought there was still a chance I'd scare him off. I knew I had to treat him almost like I would a woman. Buy him presents, make him dinner, make him feel indebted to me. Then I could get what I needed without making him realize he was basically a whore. And who knows, maybe I really would take him with me when I left. Derrick We didn't make a plan to get together again, but he showed up at my work for dinner. I had been going back and forth about what to say or if I should ever go back and see him. I wasn't a fag. Whatever he was doing to me, he couldn't just make me a queer. But then he asked me to come outside during my break and opened the hatch of his SUV. I recognized the dirt bike immediately. It was older and had been in the window of Billy's Pawn for weeks. It didn't really seem his style. But then he gestured for me to take it out. And then to get on it. Thomas Jackson The used dirt bike cost me less than a really nice dinner out at a steakhouse, but the way the kid's eyes lit up made me know it was a perfect gift. He got on it immediately, kick started it, and raced down the road. He raced around for a couple of minutes while I watched. When he came back, he hugged me. I clung to him for a minute and let my hands drift to his ass and squeezed them. He pulled back then. Then he said, "I probably can't take this, sir." I shook my head and said, "It's for me as much as you. I want you able to come over when I need some company." I could see him think about it. Then he nodded. Derrick I was almost shaking when I got off work. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I had agreed to when I accepted the bike and what was going to happen. And then he answered the door. He was in a dress shirt and pants and nice shoes and it made me realize I should have gotten cleaned up before coming over. I could smell his cologne and the sweet scent of a cigar, but he smelled clean and I smelled like sweat and dirt bike fumes. He gave me a brief hug and then said, "Undress and give me those clothes. I'll finish up dinner and find you something to wear." Thomas Jackson I won't lie. My dick was hard from the second he walked in. It only got harder after his shower. I took his clothes and then brought him nothing to wear but some tighty whities. They were too small for him and when he tried to cover up during dinner I just told him, "We're both men and you got nothing to hide." I loved the contrast between us and the power I was already feeling. I was older, overweight, balding, tall, dressed and he was young, nearly naked, and had a tight little body. Derrick I felt awkward. I mean, he had seen me naked. But this felt different. We were trying to eat dinner and he was in nice clothes and I was in these kid undies and not even boxers. But the food was so good. It was a boneless rib eye with baked potatoes and mac and cheese, but fancier than we served at the diner for sure. The mac and cheese had some crunchy pieces on top and some kind of French or something cheese. But then dinner was over. And he said, "Let's go to the bedroom." Thomas Jackson I began undressing the minute we walked in. He just sort of sat on the bed with a deer in the headlights kind of look on his face when he saw my already hard seven inch cock. His whole body relaxed when I got on my knees and told him to turn around. I drank in the site of his teenage body for a minute, then pulled his briefs down and off, his ass cheeks apart, and I started eating his little boypussy again. Derrick I couldn't help but moan. His tongue in my butthole felt so good. I tried to think of anybody other than him doing it, but finally I just gave in and enjoyed it. Then he said, "Get on the bed on your belly." And I did. Thomas Jackson This was the most delicate part. I had him exactly where I wanted him. He was naked and face down on my bed with an ass loosened up by a good tonguing. I got on the bed and gave his hole a few more deep licks, Then I placed my dick at his hole and pressed it in. He groaned, "Oh Fuck. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." I paused for a second, my dickhead barely in his pussy. Then I pressed my face next to his and said: I've been real patient, son, but now I need to get my dick wet so don't pussy out on me. Real bitches can bleed when a man first fucks their cunt and they take it without bitching out. I'm not going to try and kiss you, I just need a nut. You want to give me what I need or get the fuck out? I listened to him breathe for a minute and then he said, "I'm not a pussy." I took that as an okay and pressed in harder. Derrick I'd gotten black eyes, broke my arm, had a busted lip, and even tore my rotator cup. Nothing compared to his dick. It felt like a solid piece of steel shoving itself up my shithole. I was fucking crying, but I wasn't going to bitch out. I had known what I was agreeing to and he had more than met his side of the deal. When he bottomed out balls deep up my butt, I thought I was going to die. Then he pulled it out and it was like I was able to breathe again. Then he shoved it back in and fast. I whimpered. And then he really started to fuck me. Thomas Jackson I would buy the kid a thousand dirt bikes if his pussy stayed this tight. I knew he wasn't officially my sub or slave yet, but my patience was gone. And it was better than I could have ever imagined. He was face down and I wasn't playing nice. I laid my body fully on top of his and let him feel my weight on top of him. I thrust hard enough into his velvet slick pussy to knock the breath out of him over and over. There was something incredible about him being a boy. His grunts and cries were different than a woman's. My dick was also harder knowing he was used to being the one fucking. It was natural and unnatural at the same time. And it felt good. Derrick The pain started to fade eventually. It still hurt, but it was like I was able to focus on other details and not the pain. His breath smelled like alcohol. His sweat and armpit smell was mixed with his cologne. His body on top of me was pushing me into the bed and all I could do was lay there, take his dick, and inhale the almost suffocating smell of him. I know if this was a story I'd say I enjoyed it that first time. But I didn't. I just manned up and took it. Thomas Jackson I couldn't help, but lose it as I got closer. I started calling him every name in the book and talking filthy. I growled: You got a tight pussy....such a good slut...let daddy nut up in you, son...gonna cream that pussy...be a good boy and take it...cry for me, baby...you're a good little bitch..." And then all of the talking just became grunts as I slammed his butt harder and harder. And exploded. Derrick I felt his dick shoot up my butt. I felt him collapse on top of me, almost suffocating me with his weight. I knew how good it felt to cum from a good fuck. I didn't want to mess this up for him, but it fucking hurt and I felt overwhelmed. I had started to cry when I realized he was gonna jizz in me. That somehow seemed worse than everything else. And the words he was saying. I wasn't a queer. Thomas Jackson I laid on him for a while, even licking the tears off his face. I don't know why but fucking him felt good, better than any woman I'd been with. It was somehow hotter dominating a straight boy to me than a woman, like I was proving I was more a man than this kid in the prime of his fucking life. But I also realized I'd gone too far. Derrick I listened while he apologized. He explained he just liked to talk nasty while he fucked. He told me how good I was and that he was thankful I let him up my butt. He let me know he didn't mean any of what he said, but that the sex was awkward for him too and it made it feel better. He said he had never had a guy take that role and I did perfect. Then he stroked my hair, still laying on top of me, and asked if he could kiss me. I pulled away and laid on my back, trying to sort things out. Then he went down on me. Thomas Jackson We were both slick with sweat, but I knew I had pushed things maybe too far. I knew I had to show him this was about his pleasure too. And I wanted to satiate my curiosity. I started licking my way down his stomach, even sucking on his slightly hairy nipples, nibbling on them. I let my tongue linger on his belly button, licking it inside and out, tasting his salty teenage sweat. And then I sucked his cock in my mouth. It didn't taste bad or like I expected. It tasted like rubber and sweat. He started out soft and I loved that. It felt good in my mouth. But it didn't last. He quickly got so hard I couldn't fit it all in my mouth. I placed my lips around his cockhead and began jerking his dick, hard and fast and slick. And it was working. Then I tasted his precum. A sweet burst in my mouth. And he decided to push back on my dominance and grabbed my head, shoving it down and choking me. And he started talking dirty. Derrick Whatever happened earlier, he was sucking my dick. He was the faggot who got me into this in the first place. He was my bitch. I grabbed his head and shoved my cock balls deep into his mouth. He gagged and choked on me and I just let loose. I said: Who is the slut, now? Who is the faggot? Suck my dick. I bet you love that young cock down your throat, don't you? Yeah, your mouth feels good. Eat my fucking babies. And I fucked his throat the way I'd always wanted to fuck a girl's throat, just rough and mean and about me. Thomas Jackson My wet dick was getting hard again. His balls were slapping my face and I was gagging and choking on his cock so hard I was afraid I'd throw up. But my dick was hard. His adolescent voice and trim body combined with dominance was unexpectedly hot. I thought about stopping him, but I wanted to let this play out. I focused on making it incredible for him, doing all those things girls never did. Forcing it down, but also licking every stroke. Instead of just choking when he buried every inch in my throat, I lapped at his balls while he held my head down. It didn't take long. His stomach started tightening and releasing and his breathing got heavy and faster. And then he blew his load. Derrick Fuck. I looked down as he kept sucking. He had swallowed my load and kept going. It was incredible. I didn't even know head could feel that good. Then I realized what I had done. I couldn't apologize fast enough. He pulled me up to my feet. Then he kissed me. I could have tried to stop him, but I sort of felt I owed him the kiss after what I said. He kissed me the way a guy kisses a girl. He leaned down and gripped my ass and explored my mouth with his still cum covered tongue. It was dominant. Then he let me go and said, "I'm the man, you understand? You are the girl in this relationship. You submit to me. Get on your knees." And I knelt. Thomas Jackson I looked down at him. Fucking beautiful for a man really. Young and innocent. Still learning. Covered in sweat and cum. Ass full of my jizz. And I slapped him across the face, hard enough to leave a bruise. And I said, "You don't ever pull that shit again, understand?" He replied, "Yes, sir." Derrick It was weird, but after that slap, he pulled me off my knees and it went back to how it was. And I figured I kind of deserved it. He had told me from the beginning I was basically the girl in this situation and then I treated him like he was some girl in a porno. I had never said words like that. My mom would have washed my mouth out with soap for even having that tone with somebody older, much less being so mean or rough. That wasn't me at all. And he was my chance out of here. I figured I'd already done the hardest part and some of this felt really good. Thomas Jackson We played video games for a couple of hours after the sex. It was nice. Comfortable. I enjoyed the dad/son vibe we had going on. He didn't complain once about the slap. I fingered his ass when I kissed him goodnight ad he winced, but took it. I was going to give his ass a break for a few days, but I couldn't wait to cream his slutty little mouth and get that collar we bought around his neck..