Wanting to get in to better shape I decided to join a nearby gym. Moreover I was feeling the need to look at other men naked. With your experience you will know the type of young man I am. I am the one who spends longer than is necessary in the shower, stealing looks at other men’s cocks. I am the young man who is slow to get changed, sitting there pretending that there is an important message on my phone while giving long, lingering looks, at the dudes standing, holding their towels, talking.
I just cannot help myself. I just love the locker room and all those naked men. I know you will understand.
You older guys will have noticed younger men like me. You may even have behaved in the same way in the changing room at the pool or at the gym. At first you can’t help noticing the different shapes and sizes of other men you see naked. Some you admire and some you are wary of but eventually you see guys with great bodies and you wish you were built the same way.
Oh to be a little taller, a little stronger! Wouldn’t you love to have a hairy chest and thighs, a body to die for, a body that women would lust after and cream their panties over? Who does not want to have a body that woman would think about when they have intercourse with their husbands? Who does not want to have a body other men can’t help but be envious off? I know I would have loved to have had a body that other men, in their quasi-homoerotic fantasies, would imagine was taking their sweet little wives in ways they could never do.
A man’s eyes will always glance downwards to take a peek at other men’s cocks and make a comparison with his own. Sometimes you will feel quite superior and this gives a boost to your self-confidence. On other occasions you cannot help but stare at the fine cocks and low hanging balls of better men and it can be depressing.
What’s for certain is that you carry the picture of those cocks and the men who own them in to your bed at night and accept it or not, you think about them pumping into your hot little wife or girlfriend. You may hate yourself afterwards but you get used to it until you accept it as innocent and normal. It just gets you hard, that’s all. Eventually you can’t live without it. That was what was happening to me.
What I could never understand about myself was the fact that if a saw another man with a beautiful circumcised cock, no matter what size it was or how thick it was, I could not help but think about it afterwards. I would masturbate furiously not just thinking about his lovely cock bringing my wife to orgasm but also picturing myself, allowing this stranger, to slowly seduce me in to his bed, where I would get my pleasure from serving him and willingly doing everything he wanted me to and I do mean everything.
I made the mistake of sharing some of my fantasies with my wife and of course she took advantage of this knowledge. She would tease me about this a lot in bed, especially after we had been out dancing. She would dance with other men in a most provocative and intimate way and when we went home she would tell me how they were so much manlier than I was and how big their cocks felt when they rubbed them against her. This would drive me crazy with desire and I would cum too quickly. She used to laugh at this.
How could I now tell her the most bizarre part of all of this? While at first I found myself attracted to the type of man I have described earlier something weird began to happen to me, which led me down the path my secret desires wished me to travel.
I always took a peek at other men’s cocks as it was second nature to me. I could not help but enviously admire bigger ones than mine, fatter ones than mine, longer ones than mine. I would imagine myself touching them with my hand, holding them gently in the palm of my hand, lightly squeezing them to feel them grow hard under my caress.
I knew that if I held one of these beautiful cocks in my hand that I would want to kiss it, just lightly at first. I would want to trace it gently across my soft lips and give it little pouting kisses. If I gave it little pouting kisses I knew I would want to give it loud kisses as I sucked the end with my lips. That was the thing you see, that was what I could not confess to her. By this stage my obsession with other men’s circumcised cocks was dominating my very existence. The age of the man no longer mattered. The shape of the man no longer mattered. The looks of the man no longer mattered. All that mattered was his beautiful cock. I longed for a beautiful cock.
I would not care if the owner of the cock were fat or thin. It would not bother me if the man was tall or short. It would not bother me if he had a beard or not. He could be really hairy or not. In my bizarre fantasies I would be for them what they wanted me to be. It was the sight of their beautiful cocks that enticed me, delighted me and made me want to be naked for them, to please them. Oh how I wanted them to long for me, to want to hold me in their arms and to make love to me with the lust and passion and desire that only men can have for each other!
The more I obsessed about cock the more I was willing, in my fantasies, to do anything with fat men, overweight men, dirty men who would just use me and walk away. For others I would lovingly play with their cocks, kissing them slowly before darting my tongue into the slit on the top of the cock head. Oh how I would linger there, sliding my pointy tongue back and forth as their fingers ran through my hair, showing me their appreciation for my efforts!
Of course they would want me to part my lips and open my mouth to let them in, and of course I would do so, eventually, but not until I had teased them mercilessly with my tongue and lips. Oh how I would suck on the big cock heads! Then I would give in to them and allow the beautiful cock of some beautiful man, slide as far into my mouth as I could take it, to deposit the creamy man seed that my tongue had drawn from their big manly balls.
From here my fantasies grew until I was imagining myself dressing for this stranger, letting him use me as if I were a little girl and allowing him to penetrate me because that was what he would want to do to me and I would end up loving this just as much as he did. I just knew I would.
Let’s not pretend that we don’t know where this story is going to take us. There is not a man alive who hasn’t looked enviously at the physique of another man.
It was my fourth time to the gym in 10 days and I was looking forward to a long hot lingering shower. I worked out on my own but I just used the machines with very light weights. I had been in the crowded communal showers for about 10 minutes and had taken a good look at some of the muscular, hairy guys. I had seen a few nice cocks to keep me going.
There were a couple of older guys who had caught my attention. One in particular had entered my fantasies in a big way. I just found him so sexy to look at. I didn’t want to want him but I didn’t fight it either. He quickly began to dominate my fantasy life. I don’t understand how this came to be, it just happened. He came in to my mind every time I touched myself and I looked forward to seeing him naked with each visit I made to the gym
His cock was not huge but it was a beautiful, heavy looking, circumcised one, with a beautiful, purple head that drew the eye. I secretly envied his cock and longed to touch it. Then I saw him, again. He stood tall and I observed that he looked me up and down. I looked at his cock and thought how nice and fat his cock was today. I just loved the big slit on his knob.
He was shaven down there quite a bit which made him look even bigger. As he was tall and strong, I was a little fearful of him and left the shower room to get changed in my usual slow manner. Once again I would think about him when I went home from the gym. If only he could have read my mind…
This is what I usually thought about him when I went home each evening after seeing him naked at the gym. This was my secret fantasy about this ever so sexy man.
I returned from the gym and I take a shower then dry myself. I go back to my room and still in my dressing gown I open my special drawer and pick out a suspender belt. I feel excited and tingly with anticipation. I attach the suspender belt and blood begins to rush into my cock. I love the way the attachments fall down into place on my thighs, so does my cock. I select a pair of nylons. I prefer black, with seams up the back. My excitement continues to rise as I caress the softness of the stockings. I allow them to slide across my semi-erect cock and then I pick one and roll it up in order to facilitate a smooth movement up my leg. It glides over my smooth white skin and my cock is now hard. I love attaching them to the belt. This is so feminine, my very favourite thing. I feel so sexy. I repeat the operation with my other leg. I enjoy the sensuality of dressing. I straighten the seams once I have removed the dressing gown. I love the way the stockings make me feel. I feel like a girl. We all know what bad girls like. I feel like a bad girl. My cock is aching. I take a pair of panties from my special drawer. Tonight they were red. I want to put them on but I am too impatient and so turned on.
He was there again tonight in the gym. Who you ask? Why, only that dirty, tall, hairy, well built, sexy bastard, with the big, fat, purple headed, circumcised cock. He stood in front of me tonight, totally naked; talking with the muscle bound macho men. His beautiful cock was a mere two feet from my face dangling there arrogantly and his massive balls hung low. I took a thousand pictures of it and stored them in my mind.
His strong hairy legs; his jet black hair; his ever so hairy torso, his plump belly; everything about him excites me. I hate him, he is in my fantasy now and he uses me like a woman. I want him to. I let him fuck me as if I were a woman in these bizarre fantasies. He is a dirty man, a really dirty man and he turns me in to his little man slut, his cock sucker and then he tops me and somewhere in these thoughts I feel my orgasm begin and all I can think about is his beautiful circumcised cock and my stocking clad legs wrapped around him. He wipes his big fat dick on my stockings. He says thanks bitch and walks away.
After a little while my fantasies return. Now we are sitting talking. I reveal my inner thoughts to him. Do you really want to know what I fantasise about when I look at you? I don’t know where to begin. Your beautiful manly cock has fuelled my desire both night and day. You are just such a very sexy man, a hairy man, the type of manly man I always wanted to be but never became.
Your hairy thighs and tummy, oh God, I just love them! You have probably guessed that I worship your big hard dick and last night I imagined you were in my bed making me play with it. You kept whispering dirty things into my ear and this turned me on. You told me that I was just a little girl with a little baby cock who wanted and needed a real man like you to use and humiliate me.
The more you talked like that to me the wetter my little red panties got and when you pushed your cock head against my panties I pressed my panty clad cock against your gorgeous cock and you told me you liked that. You let me touch it too and as it was the first time I had ever touched another man’s cock. I came in my little panties.
You were happy at that and gently pushed my head down and said “Kiss it for me baby” and I did. I kissed your wonderful cock lovingly, tenderly, hungrily. I began to lick around your cock head tracing my tongue up around your slit and finally resting it in your pee hole. You moaned because you like that.
I do this for you in all my fantasies and with the tip of my tongue still stuck in your pee hole I part my lips for your cock to enter my mouth and suck it in slowly as my hand holds the base of it tightly. Then my soft fingers delicately caress your big balls. I then squeeze your cock tightly and push all the precum up to the exit, slurp it all into my mouth, climb up to on top of you and let it all dribble between our lips. You can hold back no longer. You slip my panties aside and are delighted to find I am all sticky with lube for you.
Thank goodness he could not read my mind or see inside my head. I know I sound confused but that’s normal, isn’t it?
The place was packed, the way I liked it and there were cocks of all shapes and sizes every where I turned my gaze. Needless to say I loved the views. I had my phone out, as usual, was sitting naked, as usual, looking at men’s beautiful cocks, as usual, when two guys stopped in front of me. They were continuing a conversation that had begun in the shower. One seemed to be a youngish college type, and he stood there with his towel wrapped around his waist, the other was that big strong guy who had his towel casually thrown over his shoulder, exposing his cock for everyone to see and admire.
I was afraid of him as he was so big but I didn’t mind at all that he was blocking my view of the others as this provided me with more opportunity to admire his beautiful manly form. As these two talked about abs and deltoids and other gym stuff, the young guy was dressing quickly and when he set his towel down to slip on his briefs I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was semi-hard.
I glanced at his face. He had a five o-clock shadow. Lucky bastard I thought. Every body shaves except me. While I was doing this, the big guy had walked over to a locker and still talking to the kid, he took out his clothes and hung them on the hook just to my right. The kid was now fully dressed and saying his goodbyes before I realized that this big guy, was standing naked only two feet away from me.
I could not help but notice once again the size, shape and girth of his cock, as it dangled above two massive and clearly outlined balls. My mouth went dry.
“Hey, big balls,” Some one called out and this big man half turned and saluted another guy, whom I could not see clearly.
“Hi fatso,” the big guy replied and, as his head was turned, I took the opportunity to take more mental pictures of what was dangling deliciously in front of my very eyes.
I marveled at the care with which the pubic hair had been shaved above this man’s cock. A little higher there was an area of stubble, before the brown pubic hair grew longer, unshaven and then blended in to the drying hair on his lovely belly. There was hair all over his strong chest and even around his pronounced nipples. I didn’t dare look at his face for fear he would see me looking up and take it as a sign of adoring worship.
Eye contact was the last thing I needed. Looking back down at the more interesting area, I noticed too, that even his balls were shaven. Was I ever envious of this stranger and despite his age, I thought he was a magnificent specimen of manhood, whose presence I knew I would be recalling once more as I masturbated later that night. It took me less than two seconds to think all those thoughts.
The big guy had turned his head back round and I was unaware that he had caught me staring at his lovely thick cock. Concentrating on my phone screen and ignoring what was in front of me, I became aware that he was putting on a string vest that he had earlier placed on the hook, with his other clothes.
Weird as it may sound, a man wearing a string vest and nothing else really excites me. I loved to see my swim teacher like that and he was circumcised too. I think his cock was the first one I really noticed when I was younger and I used to wank myself off, picturing his purple cock head wobble beneath his string vest as he moved around.
As he raised the string vest over his head, I took advantage of his apparent delay to check out how his ball sac dangled and his big mushroom shaped knob wobbled a little. I love to see a cock wobble especially a biggish one like his. He pulled his vest down over his firm, strong body.
“Fucked any body else’s wife lately big balls?” the other guy, who had spoken earlier, called out.
“Just yours, you little fat, hairy bastard,” the big guy replied, turning half way round, giving me another opportunity to take more mental pictures of his cock head. Every body laughed even me.
“Cheeky little bastard,” the big guy said, addressing me, “but would you look at the cock he has.”
I was shocked as the big guy sat down very close to me, naked from the waist down, his hairy thigh touching against my hairless one. His thigh was so much bigger and stronger than mine.
“I didn’t notice,” I replied but I did not move my leg away. I was enjoying the feel of his hairy thigh against mine.
“Well,” said the big guy, “I bet you could pick mine out from a line up.”
I was mortified and speechless.
“It’s OK,” he said. “I’m Bob, but you can call me big daddy if you like, everyone else in here does, whether I have fucked their wives or not.”
Relaxing a little I laughed at this and took his outstretched hand as he stood up and his cock wobbled again before my eyes. His grip overwhelmed me. He pulled our hands to within a few inches of his cock. My heart raced in my chest.
“Let’s go for a drink little guy,” he said, still holding my hand in his steely grip. “You have nice soft hands for a man, I like that.”
I just got dressed quickly, shorts, shirt, trainers, not daring to look at him. We walked out on to the street.
“Follow me.” He said. “There’s a great bar down this alley.”
I followed obediently, failing to notice the name of the bar we entered or the type of bar it was. The bar tender knew him and gave him a knowing smile. In the mirror I noticed Bob widen his eyes and put his finger to his lips.
“I got you,” the bartender said, smiling knowingly, and turning to me asked, “What’ll be fella?”
“A beer’s fine,” I said.
We drank a few beers together shooting the breeze and he took every opportunity to touch me here, there, every where as he told me stories about the old days in the navy. I was relaxed, especially as the barkeep kept on sending over shot glasses with strange, strong liquor which we drank. I was quite intoxicated. I’m not a great drinker.
When I returned from a trip to the John and there were three more shots lined up in front of my spot on the table.
“Down in one,” he whispered to me. “Got to keep up with the men, or they will think you’re a sissy, Pet. We don’t want them knowing the truth now, do we?”
As he whispered this, his hand slid up my bare, soft, hairless thigh. I felt a rush of blood to my cock. He had me aroused with one touch. He applied a little pressure and obediently and willingly, I opened my legs to give him access to my now throbbing cock. I drank the shots one after the other and as his fingers explored between my opened legs.
“Call me daddy,” he whispered. “Daddy saw you staring at his big cock, didn’t he?”
“Yes.” I confessed. “I’m sorry. Look, I didn’t mean to, I had better go.”
“Relax boy, daddy likes his new friend looking at his cock. Did my little friend like what he saw?” he said, stroking me lightly with his left hand. “I bet you really like it, don’t you?”
I was so turned on and so nervous at the same time. My heart was thumping in my chest. My cock was throbbing to his gentle touch. He was seducing me in public and I wanted him to. I noticed that there were two other couples, all men, at the far side of the bar but they were not even paying us the slightest attention.
“Oh my God, yes,” I whispered. I could not think straight. Why had I said that?
“Tell me what you liked Pet? Did you like daddy’s big circumcised knob? I bet you did. I bet you want to touch it, don’t you? I bet you want to take it in your hand and stroke it. I bet you would just love to suck it. You do don’t you, you little cock watcher? Answer me!”
My eyes gave him his answer before my mouth mumbled a yes. He had me now and he knew it.
“I think you are a sissy. Yes, a little sissy, that’s what you are. That’s just what I am going to call you. That name suits you. Sissy couldn’t take her eyes of it could she?”
His hand was still caressing my cock through my shorts. I was mesmerized by his touch.
“What’s my name, sissy?” he asked.
“Daddy,” I replied in a hushed tone.
“That’s right. Now, what’s my little friend’s new name?”
“It’s Sissy,” I responded. “Oh please stop or I’ll cum.”
“Please stop what?”
“Please stop, daddy”
You stopped. I breathed heavily. The front of my shorts could not hide my arousal. My cock was fully engorged and wet with precum. Then he commanded me.
“Touch daddy’s cock, sissy. You know you want too.”
“Here? Now?”
“Right here, right now, there’s a good little sissy. You know you want to. Tell daddy what you want to do and do it. Do it right now.”
“I can’t. I’m afraid to,” I said. “Some one might see me. Some one might know me.”
But he took my hand and placed it in his pocket, which was a very wide pocket for shorts.
“Put your hand in daddy’s pocket. Now, tell daddy what you want to do. We both know you want to.”
I did, and there it was. I could already feel the heat coming off his big fat cock head, as it strained to meet my soft fingertips.
“That’s it pet, that’s the good girl. Touch it. You know you really want to. No one will see. Go on. Ahhh, that’s it. Tell me you want to touch my cock.”
“I want to touch your cock,” I whispered. I couldn’t resist. I did want to touch it. I really did.
I let my index finger slide across daddy’s cock head and when I reached the pee hole I was rewarded with lots of wet sticky precum. I gently slid my finger round and round in ever increasing circles and daddy gasped. I felt so proud to be pleasing him but I could hardly control my own cock.
“That’s it Pet. You are a natural. Daddy loves that. Keep doing that, do you hear?”
“Yes daddy.” Lots more precum oozed out as I added a second finger.
“Taste it,” he said, “Taste daddy. Tell daddy how much you like it.”
I complied and I did like my first salty taste and I told daddy so.
“Get more,” daddy said and as I hurried to do so, I let my fingers linger and weave their magic on daddy’s purple headed monster. I lifted up off the seat a little as daddy’s insistent hand forced its way under my bum. I moaned loudly as he gave my bum gentle little squeezes. I took my very sticky, wet fingers off daddy’s big knob, out of daddy’s special pocket and again raised them to my lips that already had threads of daddy’s delicious goo clinging to them, but daddy took hold of my forearm in his great big manly hand and brought my fingers to his lips. I was now under his spell and loving everything we were doing.
He smeared my sticky fingers across his lips before sucking my fingers deep into his mouth and cleaning them with his big soft silky tongue. I thought I was going to come when daddy kept on sucking and sucking. I was so excited. Here I was in a public place petting with a man whose cock I had been obsessing about.
“This way pet,” daddy said, standing up and taking me by the hand.
I willingly complied, following my cock. “Where are we going?”
“Just do as you are told,” he replied.
I felt weak and submissive.
I followed daddy through a curtain at the end of the barroom and it was very dark except for a little red light bulb that cast a warm glow down the corridor. We passed two doors and stopped at the third. Opening the door he led me inside. A softer red light shone quietly on a bedside table. A wide single bed with a clean white sheet covering it was reflected in a full-length mirror that covered the entire wall opposite. There was a basket on the table.
He pulled my t-shirt off quite roughly and after rubbing his big hands across my nipples he spoke again.
“Nice. Now strip.”
I could not believe I was doing this. My cock, although erect, was so small, I was ashamed of it. I turned my back to him as he kicked off his trainers. I had barely untied the string to my shorts when I felt his hands pull down my shorts and briefs from behind. My cock jumped up to attention.
“Stay like that,” he said, “but open your legs.”
With agile and experienced fingers and hands he touched me between my thighs where I am soft like a girl, and as he did this I yelped a little, and then I yelped, even more loudly, as his fingertips tickled my little balls. Then he cupped them. I moaned as he proceeded to stroke my thighs before finally resting his hands on my buttocks.
He repeated this over and over and at last put his entire arm between my legs from behind. I looked in the mirror and started to whimper as he reached up and played with my cock in a gentle and loving way. It felt so good. I had longed for this. He knew what I desired. I wanted to tell him my fantasy but could not think straight at this point such was the pleasure he was giving me.
Oh God, I had lost control! I was like putty in his hands and as he expertly pulled back my foreskin. I came like never before. My whimpers turned into an anguished roar. He caught most of the flow in the palm of his hand and rubbed it all over my cock and my balls. Amazingly I started to get hard again immediately. He turned me around and making a half cup with his hand he ever so gently caressed my ball sac with his finger tips.
“Oh,” he teased. “Daddy knows what his little sissy boy likes doesn’t he? Oh yes, daddy knows little sissy boy’s weakness now. Sissy likes daddy’s big man sized hand on her little baby cock. Little Sissy just loves a manly arm between her soft, weak, girly thighs, doesn’t she? Good. Now, kneel down, like a good girl. Get that cushion.”
I did what I was told, totally dominated by this wonderful man with the gentle touch. He removed his shirt, shoes and socks but stood in his string vest and the shorts with the magic pocket. He told me to take off his shorts for him and play a little.
“Show daddy what a grateful little girl you are,” he said.
I did what I was told to do. My cock got harder and harder and begged for more sweet release. Kneeling upright I fumbled with his belt and top button and then I unzipped him, slowly pulling the zipper down over his prominent bulge. I dragged his shorts down to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
“Smell me,” he said. “Smell my cock. Kiss it through my briefs. No hands. Mouth the whole length of it. Nibble it gently with your lips.”
I did as he asked me to. I wanted to so badly and I loved every moment of it. All the while he encouraged me.
“That’s it, good girl, good girl. Rub your cheeks against it. That’s it. You like that don’t you? I can tell you like that. Good girl. You are a very good girl. Sissy likes daddy to call her a good girl doesn’t she? Of course she does. She loves daddy’s smell. She loves daddy’s big cock. She wishes she had a real cock like daddy. Don’t worry pet, daddy’s going to let sissy have his big cock to play with. Oh you dirty, little, teasing, cock watcher. You really love this. Fuck me if you’re not a natural. Now be a good little sissy and take off daddy’s briefs. That’s the good girl”
Every comment he passed encouraged and excited me. It was as if he were reading my mind. I loved the things he was saying to me. I did like doing every thing he told me to do. Every statement he made rang true. I was being a good girl for daddy. I was daddy’s little sissy.
I slipped down daddy’s briefs and kneeling at his feet I looked upwards and there it was; the most beautiful, fat, mushroom shaped, cock head bending down towards me as it sat proudly on the end of his magnificent thick shaft. A big dollop of precum was starting a long slow descent towards my wide opened mouth.
I was intoxicated not just by the shots we had taken but by my reaction to his touch, by his scent, by his size, his hairiness and strength. His big hands, his low hanging balls, full of seed, his long shaft and especially his big, purple circumcised knob, all combined to enchant me.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and leaning back on his elbows he smiled.
“Suck daddy’s big knob baby. You know you want to.”
It was like a dream come true for me. This was what I had been fantasizing about. Leaning my arms on his strong thighs I moved my head forward and downwards. I took his shaft in my hand and let the cock head touch my lips. Instinctively my tongue darted out and found his pee hole so I could slurp up the sticky clear goo that had so nearly fallen into my open mouth. We both sighed. I sighed at the taste and he sighed at the pleasure the darting movement of my tongue gave him.
I licked all the way round and underneath his cock head and I loved it. I slid the point of my tongue along the big slit that led to his pee hole. We both loved me doing this. I touched myself in delight and let the whole head slide in to my mouth and pulled it out immediately making a popping sound.
“Ah fuck,” he howled and I was ever so pleased with myself.
“Again, oh God again,” he said, and so I kept on repeating it. I frenched my new purple friend. I slid him into my mouth and I popped him out after a quick swirl of my tongue.
His moaning told me I was doing it right and I knew I wanted my reward, I knew I wanted his cum. I knew it would be thick and white and hot and salty, the culmination of the desire he felt for my mouth and tongue and now too, my fingers which I lightly rasped across his balls. I knew I would swallow whatever came gushing out of his pee hole and fuck me I wanted it so badly.
So I frenched and slurped on his cock head. I sucked it in and popped it out as my saliva dripped from my lips and his knob. I stroked and rasped both the base of his shaft and his low hanging, hairless, balls. I cupped his balls lovingly and rolled them in my hands. He moaned with pleasure as I served him. I served him well, just like I did in my fantasy.
Suddenly his great body went tense and his hips thrust upwards with all his power and his big circumcised cock erupted, sending a huge load of his beautiful man seed flying to the back of my throat. He roared his pleasure as I had imagined he would.
Taken by surprise I started to splutter but his big hand forced my head downwards, keeping his cock in my mouth and I swallowed what I could as his seed inundated my mouth. Some came down my nose and flowed out my nostrils and all my senses were dominated by the smell, the feel, the touch, the sight and the taste of his cock. When I close my eyes I can still taste him today.
I was totally taken aback by the suddenness and volume of his orgasm and his sticky, salty, sublime seed was everywhere inside me. Even when I breathed there was no escaping the strong smell of his manly emission. All I could taste was his cock. The smell of his cum only added to my intoxication. God how I loved this man’s cock! I wanted to be it.
Finally, I had allowed myself to act like a cheap slut for this big cocked, total stranger, who had sought me out and seduced me so easily with his dirty talk and his wandering hands. This was better than my fantasy. I longed for his hand on me. I loved the way he ran his fingers through my hair.
As I looked at daddy’s softening cock that had pummeled my mouth I could not stop myself. I reached for it and greedily put his beautiful purple cock head back in to my mouth and sucked the very last drops of his precious cum. Looking him straight in the eyes, I let him see me enjoy the taste of it, and then, like a common little Jezebel I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and showed him his cum on my tongue.
It had the desired effect. He just reached down and pulling me up like a little rag doll, he dragged me across him on to the bed and holding me in his big strong arms he brought his lips to mine. As he held me tightly I had difficulty in breathing. His long, thick, sticky tongue parted my lips. The delicious invader whirled around my soft tongue and he just would not stop.
Fuck me I loved it! When he finally withdrew his tongue I allowed mine to enter daddy’s mouth and his hardening erection indicated to me that he was enjoying tasting himself off of me. I had always wondered what it would be like to be kissed by another man, a real man, a man who shaves and has a rough face, an alpha male. It was wonderful. I could not get enough.
I was in heaven. His tongue now tasted of his sperm too and of his cock, only now the taste was soft and wet, sticky and soppy and I swallowed his saliva which was dripping into my mouth from his. My upper lip and below my nose were sticking to him from the seed that had forced its way down my nose. Daddy licked that off of my face with his sticky tongue, and we were joined at the mouth by threads of his cum mixed with the saliva from both our mouths.
Then daddy put his tongue back into my mouth as he eased his hold on me and I was gasping for air. Fuck I had never felt anything like this when a woman kissed me and I was on the verge of cuming again as I felt his hard cock press against my belly. The sheer size of this man, his great hairy chest and tummy, his powerful physical presence, was just too much for me.
As he ran his big soft tongue, backwards and forwards, along my gums and the soft upper inside of my mouth and our cocks touched, I came for the second time, whimpering like a little girl. I could not help myself. Daddy laughed at me and with his big hand gathered up my seed and he slid his hand between my cheeks and slipped his middle finger into me. I yelped out in pain.
“Sorry Pet,” and then he went over to the table and squeezed some kind of clear gel on to his hand and rubbed it all down my backside.
“So you don’t like kisses, do you?” he laughed.
I blushed.
“It’s alright to want to kiss,” he said. “I love kissing pussy. I see you’re married. Tell me about your little lady’s pussy.Is it shaved? Is it tight? How often do you fuck her? Does she even feel that little dinky dick of yours when you put it into her? Is she hot for big cock? Hell, I want to meet her and give her a real good seeing too, I bet you’d love that. I bet that you look at real men with real cocks so you can think about them when you fuck her. Does she suspect this or have you told her you like men’s cocks? You do, don’t you, little guy? You just love those big circumcised cocks. That’s why you are always staring at men in the locker room. I bet you would love to see big hairy men fuck the living shit right out of her while you watched.”
And so he went on, reading my mind. How the fuck does he know all this about me? Since he had placed my soft little hand on his still hard, sticky wet dick and I held it and stroked it, the truth of his insights into my secret dirty life only turned me on.
I looked at the big purple headed brute at the top of his shaft and rubbing my thumb back and forth I pictured her, my little sexy wife, being forcefully fucked hard and long by it, and in my mind I heard the sloppy sounds and the thumps of him, grinding in and out of her, and I imagined my hand to be sliding across daddy’s bum, (Oh my God that phrase, “Daddy’s bum”) as he give the little fucker the best shag she had ever had.
As I was losing myself in this revelry his big hand covered my little sissy cock and we both lay on our backs and had the filthiest conversation about my wife and her pussy and what he was going to do with her and how I should be grateful to him for helping me out in this way. It seemed to make sense to me. I fantasized about this after all.
“Worship me, sissy boy. Tell daddy how much he turns you on, there’s a good girl.”
“Please, I beg you,” I pleaded. “Please don’t make me confess my fantasies.” But his long fingers had already passed below my scrotum to my perineum, for me the most erotic and sensitive part of my body and I gasped.
“Oh.” said daddy. “You like daddy fingering you there don’t you? Are you imagining yourself to be a girl getting her little clitty caressed? You are, aren’t you?”
How the fuck does he know me so well?
“Yes.” I gasped. Why did I tell him that? He’ll think I want to be a girl now. Do I?
“I bet you wish you were a little girl too, all dressed up in heels and stockings, don’t you little sissy? Yes, you sure would look cute in little panties and a little short skirt? Daddy would like to see his little sissy boy dressed like that. Why, we could even paint your face and put some lipstick on you. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“You would do that for daddy wouldn’t you? Of course you would and daddy could take you out and show off his little sissy to all his horny friends and make them jealous, couldn’t he? Oh, I know you would like that. Now tell me about your unhappy, little wife and worship me as you do so. Don’t forget to call me daddy.”
He was still gently passing his fingertips along my perineum and because this was the best sex I had ever had I submitted to his will.
“Yes daddy. I can’t help it daddy. It’s your cock. It’s so long and thick. It’s your big purple knob. I love it. I love it.”
And you let the soft skin of the inside of your wrist slide to and fro, ever so lightly, over my aching little cock as your long index finger made little circles on my perineum.
“Little sissy boy, that’s all you are. You are sexually inadequate aren’t you? Your little wife hates your useless little cock, doesn’t she? You do want me to fuck her for you, don’t you? I’ll even let you watch. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?
“Oh God yes,” I whispered.
“I know you’d like to watch this big purple knob glide into her moist tight pussy. Why, if you like, I would even let you guide it in to her. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I just moaned in reply.
“I could fuck her from behind on her knees and you could lie underneath and watch it and hear it. You could lick my balls while I am doing it. You would like that wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, yes.” I gasped.
He turned round on to his side and leaning on his elbow he reached down for me with his hand.
“Pretend you are her now and come on my hand as I play with your little clitty. What’s her name? Tell daddy your little wife’s name.”
“It’s Janet.” I said, giving in.
I described her to him.
“She’s only five feet two, long dark hair and blue eyes. She’s gorgeous. She has red painted toe nails and finger nails. I can’t satisfy her because I cum too quickly. She is so sexy. I try to last but I can’t. She loves going out and she flirts with every man she meets. She likes to wear really high heels and flash her legs. She loves the attention she gets from other men.”
“Oh, you really are a sweet, little, sissy! Tell daddy more. Tell daddy everything.”
“She has a favorite short, almost see through, white mini dress that she wears to dance clubs and when she bends over or crosses her legs, she exposes her panties for all to see. I love her but I hate her. She dances with other men and leads them on. She tells me how big their cocks are when they push in to her on the dance floor and …”
“You love to hear her talk like that don’t you? You want men to want you like that too, don’t you, my little sissy?”
“Yes, no, yes, I do but I don’t. I wish I were big like you”
“You do like daddy’s big cock, don’t you? It’s OK to like it. Daddy wants you to like it. Here, kiss it again,” he whispered.
He straddled me and brought his big, sticky, downward pointing, cum spewing, gorgeous, circumcised cock to my lips and he reached round and touched me again with his hand.
I felt his cock on my lips and wanted all of it.
“You are my little sissy now. I am going to call you sissy Tanya from now on because you remind me so much of a former sissy I owned called Tanya. I used to fuck Tanya and his little wife years ago. You are my new Tanya now. You belong to me. Be Tanya for me sissy. Go on Tanya, suck me Tanya. Suck daddy’s big circumcised cock. Suck it my Pet.”
I opened my mouth to take it in but instead he slapped me hard with it and rubbed it against my face. He held it under my nose.
“Smell daddy’s fat cock head Tanya. You like that big knob. Go on, smell it for daddy.”
A trail of precum was clinging to my nose and trailing off his pee hole and that smell made me writhe beneath you. He slipped it into my mouth stopping only when his purple knob disappeared.
“What’s your name?” he asked me.
“Tanya,” I reply when you slid your cock head out of my mouth again.
“What’s my name little Tanya?” He slid his spongy knob in and out of my mouth again.
“Daddy,” I reply.
“That’s a good girl. Tell daddy what Tanya wants. What does Tanya want?”
“Tanya wants daddy’s big cock. Daddy’s beautiful, big, hard cock.”
“Why Tanya, tell daddy why?”
You kept playing with my cock sliding your fingertips up and down my cock head.
“I love daddy’s big cock,” I yelled cuming again.
He gathered my seed into his hand and he rubbed it over his cock. Then he positioned himself between my legs and raised them upwards. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. He pressed his great spongy, purple knob against my already slick bum hole and pushed hard. I couldn’t believe it as his cock head popped in passed my sphincter and holding it there he said to me.
“I am going to fuck you Tanya and you are going to love it.”
“Daddy!” I yelped and he took my feet and placed them on his shoulders and he entered me with one not so gentle shove. His balls touched mine and he held me with his arms crossed against my thighs and then he started to grind, gently at first and then harder and harder and faster and faster. He kept calling out my name repeatedly. “Tanya, Tanya.” and he had me at his mercy.
I felt full up inside and the fullness and ache turned to something I never knew could happen to a man. With each circular grinding movement he made I swear waves of pleasure began to build up deep inside me and they wouldn’t stop. The pleasurable sensations kept growing and growing and even though my little cock was soft a river of liquid began to pour out of it and I gripped his cock hard with my bum muscles. He was riding me now. He was really riding me and the sounds were amazing.
Then his grinding became a straight forward in and out thrusting movement and I lost it when he jabbed his cock in and out of me viciously. I yelled out “Daddy, daddy!” and screamed like the woman he had turned me in to and still he fucked me and fucked me until finally, some time later, he withdrew and jerked a massive load of his hot sticky man seed all over me. I watched in delight as his seed splattered all over my chest and tummy. It was a beautiful sight to behold. “Now, you really do belong to me Tanya.” he gasped. “You really are my new little sissy. I own you from now on.”
I was too astonished to reply. I never realized that another man could make me feel so good. He spread his cum all over me and brought his sticky hand to my face to leave some there. I stuck out my tongue and lapped the remnants off his hand and fingers.
Smiling he lay down beside me and pulled me round to face him. He put his arms around me and cupped my buttocks. I put my arms around his neck and we kissed deeply.
“Oh my goodness daddy,” I whispered between kisses.
“My little tight Tanya,” he said. “I knew that you would let me fuck you. Let daddy sleep now.”
I lay my head on his hairy chest and wrapped in his arms sleep overcame us.