I pull up to your house. Nervous, I've had a half chub the whole drive here. It was hard to focus on the road. It would have been extremely uncomfortable trying to ask a paramedic to remove the plug from my ass, let alone coming up with a good reason for why it was there that wasn't,
"I'm off to get ploughed by a daddy bear I found on the internet".
But that was the case.
I take a swig of water and head to the door. I knock and shortly after a friendly looking bearded man opens. You seem genuinely happy to see me. Like we're old friends and we're about to spend the afternoon catching up on each others lives. But I can tell by the way your eyes scanned me up and down when the door opened that I'm in for a very different afternoon.
You invite me in and as I step in the door you close it behind me. Suddenly we're alone. It's very quiet. My nerves are beginning to rattle. You ask if you can get me anything. I ask for a glass of water. My mouth is suddenly very dry. I also ask for the bathroom.
Once I'm in the bathroom I stop and take a hard look at my self in the mirror. Deep breath. I undo my pants and reach in to gingerly remove the plug I'd inserted to make sure my ass was ready for whatever you wanted to do to it. After a quick rinse in the sink I stick it in the ziplock bag in my pocket and shove it back in my back pocket. I wash my hands and come back out. I find you sitting in a big over stuffed chair, across from you is a glass of water that you motion to. I thank you for it and take a seat on the couch.
"So how was the drive." You ask.
"It was fine. Standard highway drivers."
You chuckle. It wasn't much of a joke, but your laugh sets me at ease. As I sip my water, I'm finally able to take a good look at you. You're everything I'd imagined. Mind you there wasn't much to be left to the imagination because of our correspondence. But being in your presence felt right.
"You're sitting funny, is your back okay?"
Oh no. The plug in my pocket. Fuck. How could I be so dumb. I sheepishly pull out the ziplock back from my pocket. This time you really laugh. You stand up and take the bag from my hand and inspect it.
"Worried daddy was going to split you like wood we're you? Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
With that I knew that talk time was over. I placed my glass on the table, and looked up at you for guidance. You reply by taking my chin in your hand and guiding me up to stand. You kiss me. Your beard is rough on my shaved face and your tongue feels strong in my mouth. I begin to kiss you back and put my hands on your hips. You wrap your big strong daddy arms around me and give me a bit of a squeeze. I let it press the air out of me and it feels good. Having your body pressed against mine makes my brain race.
Your hand makes its way down my back and you slip it down the back of my pants to squeeze my bare ass. You moan in approval. I moan as well. Your hand makes its way between my cheeks and you begin exploring the outside of my hole.
"You better not have stretched this thing out too much. Daddy was expected a tight ass to play with."
I begin to apologize, but I'm cut off by your thick middle finger plunging into me.
"Ohhhhh" I press my face into your neck and push back into your hand instinctively.
"Slow down, we're not there yet." You remove your hand, much to my disappointment and sit back down.
"Strip. I want to get a good look at my new play thing."
I immediately remove my shirt and toss it on the couch. Followed by my jeans that I kick to the side. I'm now standing in front of you in a pair of blue briefs with a pronounced wet spot where, between the plug in my ass and the excitement of being in your presence, my dick has pooled precum.
"Cute," you say looking me up and down. You grab my junk that is protruding from me and squeeze hard. Even though it hurts like hell, I'm happy to feel your hands on my body. Then you grab the waist band of my underwear and pull them down roughly. Letting them fall to my ankles. My cock pops up to attention with a glob of precum on the tip. I can feel the air in the room on my dick, I need to calm down.
As I'm thinking this, you reach out and give me a twisting stroke from tip to base, spreading my ooze across the head of my dick and causing my knees to weaken. I have to steady myself to keep from coming right then and there.
"You like daddy's touch?"
"Yes sir"
"You're going to have to earn it" you say as you wipe the precum off your hand on my belly.
"Turn around and bend over. I want to get a closer look at what you brought daddy to fuck."
I do as I'm told. As I do I realize I'm in full view of your front window. Anyone walking by could Stop and look in. It's bright out and dark in here so they'd have to work to see anything, but what they'd see is me, fully naked, bent over, rock hard with you spreading my ass cheeks. In this moment I realize I'll do anything you ask. That thought is interrupted by you spitting on my hole and rubbing it in with your thumb.
"Shiny, I like a boy who keeps himself clean for daddy".
Finally my anxiety has paid off. You give me a firm smack on the ass and tell me to get on my knees. I turn and lower down facing you. From this angle you look much larger than before. Like I'd be powerless against you. You don't say another word, you just cross your hands behind your head and lean back in a relaxed position. I understand and get to work.
