Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2021 21:17:25 +0000
From: Mr. Buster Ward <mrbusterward@outlook.com>
Subject: Dutch pt3

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Previously:

I didn't notice when he had come out of the shower or know how long he'd
been watching me finger myself, coaxing his load out onto my fingers then
sucking them clean. I was lost in thought about everything that had
happened tonight and the thought of being fisted, and Deuce and being a
himbo as my Dad put it. I jumped a little as I felt him slide into bed,
"You still thinking about this" He asked placing a hand on my head "or
about this?" digging three fingers into my always eager hole, making me
gasp. I backed up against his slightly damp body.

I gripped his wrist with my thighs then clutched my hole around his fingers
"This" then placed my hand on top of the one on my head, "I'm good with
this."

"Good, now turn off the light."

We settled into bed, letting my mind wander towards perfect sleep and
listening as our breathing slowed. "Do you really think Deuce likes me?"

"Go to sleep," Dad said in mock anger "slutty himbo" curling his arms
tighter around me.
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About a week later I was standing in my Dad's office waiting for them to
wrap up and was kind of lost in my phone when I felt someone standing
behind me.

"Ummmm hey, umm. How's It Going?" It was Deuce, he looked great just out of
practice and the showers.  I turned to face him, "I'm great Deuce! How're
you?" I said more enthusiastically than I'd intended. I stepped forward a
bit closing the distance between us a little. I was wearing some old bib
shorts from practice and I could feel the heat radiating from him on my
bare chest .  He was so handsome, still kind damp and disheveled like he'd
gotten dressed in a hurry but had taken the time to comb his hair. He
looked kind of like a giant four-year-old, put together and handsome but in
clothes, he didn't wear often enough to be comfortable in them and he
couldn't stop fidgeting. The khaki's he was wearing were struggling at the
seams and the button-up was fairing no better around the chest and
arms. The clean smell of him filling my nostrils completed his athletic
perfection.

I waited for him to speak but he just stood there with his eyes darting
around my body in the skin-tight shorts. They were a little too small on my
ass and legs so they rode up a little and the left strap was always falling
down but the way he was looking at me in them made me feel like I never
wanted to take them off. I tilted to the left a little trying to catch his
eyes and as I Did I felt the strap slid down to my bicep. "Deuce? How are
....... Mmmmmmmmm."

I was stopped mid-sentence as Deuce's meaty hand slid up my arm catching
the strap and running it back up to my shoulder, and smoothing it across my
chest. He knuckles one at a time popping across my hard nipple, the
intimacy and sensation stopping me as his hand moved down to my stomach. I
shivered a bit, the unexpected touch shooting straight to my needy hole.

Deuce jerked his hand away "sorry I shouldn't have, I mean I didn't mean
to..." He shoved his hands in his pockets. I placed my hand on his chest, I
could feel his hard nipple and his heart pounding underneath the thick
muscle. "Deuce, it's ok, I liked it, I mean I like it... when you... touch
me."

"GREAT!" He was practically shouting, his voice breaking slightly. He
cleared his throat " Great, I do too, I mean you, I touch you, I like
touching you I mean you're so hot, and your ass, I mean sorry I shouldn't
talk about your ass while I'm trying to ask you but I think about your ass
like all the time I mean like all the time ever since but not like that I
mean yeah like that but maybe" He was rambling as fast as his heart was
racing. It was super cute but I wanted him to ask before we got
interrupted.

"Deuce, calm down, you've already fucked me, you know I like you, what were
you trying to ask me?"His eyes got big when I mentioned him fucking me in
the showers in front of everyone but I wasn't ashamed of what happened.

He took a deep breath and all at once blurted out "Would you go out with
me, like a date? I mean a real date not just like hook-up, like I'd love to
hook up with you but a date first if you want I asked Coach I mean your Dad
but you know that he's ok with it NO! I didn't ask him about hooking up but
a date ..." He was rambling again.

"Deuce, breath. Yes, I would like to go on a date with you. I would like
that very much. You can pick me up on Friday, I have a short practice that
day." I stared into his eyes as I talked, I was giving him directions and
it felt very powerful to have this big strong man surrendering to me when
he was the one trying to make the big move. He just kept nodding along as I
gave him instructions on how to get to our house.

"So it's a date then." I still had my hand on his chest but could feel his
pulse had calmed a lot. " "Now you should go out front to meet your dad."
He turned to go and I said "Deuce" when he turned back I tapped my cheek
near the corner of my mouth. Deuce blushed beet red and leaned forward
pressing his moist lips gently into the corner of mine before moving back a
little dazed. "Save your energy," I whispered to him, my eyes moving from
his to the massive cock stretching across his hip, leaving a quarter-sized
stain near the pocket.

Deuce groaned slightly as he looked down, tension playing across his
body. "Yes, baby." He said involuntarily, then darting away still beet red.

I heard my Dad's chuckle as he came around the corner. "Where did that come
from? I think you nearly gave my center a stroke." he laughed.  "I don't
know but damn I'm horny" I grabbed his whistle and pulled him into the
bathroom attached to his office. I was still riding this overwhelming
feeling of power from Deuce as I shut the door. I pulled open my father's
shorts as I knelt in front of him, sucking the sweat from his jock. "JeSuS
Dutch!" Dad hissed as I devoured his cock. I spun him around by his hips
and did something I had rarely done to him and ate his ass like a starving
boy.

I sat on the toilet lid after shrugging of my straps and stepping out of my
shorts. I ate the sweat from his crack while quickly working three fingers
into my own hole. Dad turned around and lifted me from the seat by my
armpits before spinning me around and pushing me into the small shower
stall. He spread my thick ass with each hand and shoved his entire cock
inside in one powerful motion. Pressing his lips against my ear "I love the
enthusiasm, But. I. Am . The. Daddy." he growled, punctuating each word
with the full mass of his cock.

Normally I would need a bit more preparation to take his massive cock but I
was so turned on that I was bucking back against him as we raced towards a
quick finish. He turned on the shower to hide my moans as he continued to
pound my hole.

My walls spasming on his cock as I came, spraying the shower tile as my
father unloaded inside me. He was still pumping when we heard a knock at
the door and he Deuce's harried voice "Dutch are you in there?" he sounded
kind of panicked.

Dad released my hips as I answered "Yes just a second." and calmly turned
around and kissed my Dad on the mouth, making out with him a second before
whispering "thanks Daddy" and turning and opening the door.

Deuce's expression was all over the map but his cock was immediately hard
in his khakis within seconds of me opening the door. I stood naked in front
of him dripping with sweat from my recent pounding. "Deuce? Did you need
something?" I asked as I followed his eyes over my shoulder and seeing
myself reflected back from the mirror. Cum splashed across my trench and
running down my leg, two big red handprints on my cheeks.

I smiled to myself and then to him. "Did you need something, or did you
need me?" I asked stepping towards him.

"Time" Was all he could get out.

"What time, for our date, on Friday? What time are you to pick me up." I
asked drawing it out, feeling that sense of power over him grow. "Yes," he
said as if in a trance, eyes darting from mine to what I imagine was my
sloppy, cum filled cleft.

"Yes what, Deuce" I ventured. He seemed to wake back up for a second,
searching his brain for the right answer. "Yes, Baby!" He blurted searching
my face for a clue of his fate.

"Very good Deuce," I said as he beamed a smile from ear to ear, hearing my
praise as he watched my fingers run out my ass exposing my sloppy hole to
his gaze. He made a little choking sound as he watched. His phone buzzed
and he shook his head.

"Sorry, I have to run" He turned to go, "Deuce!" I said tapping a cummy
finger in the corner of my mouth. He rushed back toward me placing a kiss
directly on the cum smear. I felt his tongue dart out to catch it.

I swear he came as he tasted it, slumping forward and steadying himself on
my shoulders. "Don't keep your Daddy waiting." I said and he snapped to
attention "And 6 pm. Sharp."

"Yes," I raised my eyebrows "Yes, Baby!" he said quickly covering the
slip. "Good, now hurry."

I shut the bathroom door and turned to see my father shaking his head and
smiling. "What?" I asked

"Who would have thought that such devoted bottom would also be such a
Dom..."

"What do you mean Dom?" He laughed and turned to get in the shower.

"Daddy?" I asked following him inside.


Buster