There he stood, my rapist...could I call him a rapist when I enjoyed it so much? When I had wanted more? Either way, he was the man who had taken my ass in the woods not too long ago. Now here he was, standing in my doorway, asking to be invited in.
I stood blinking. I hadn't processed a response to that.
As if anticipating my thoughts and fading reluctance Daddd---the old... damn it, Daddy...that's what he wanted me to call him and I didn't know his real name so I might as well just call him Daddy! Daddy leaned in and kissed me. He kissed me right on the mouth. Nothing over sexual or intrusive, but enough to make me want to get him in off my porch before someone saw. I gestured for him to come in and quickly shut and locked the door. I ran to the adjacent room and closed my blinds.
Daddy chuckled, "Scared of an audience?"
"Listen old-man," I began.
Daddy groaned and dropped his head, "Call me daddy or there will be trouble! I am not an old man and I don't want to know your name. So call me daddy and we'll get along just fine!"
I sighed but I felt my dick flex in my shorts. I was going to assert my dominance over the situation. I didn't have to give in to him, certainly not in my own home where he was intruding! "Fine, daddy, listen, " I felt myself lose my train of thought as his eyes wandered to my bulge and his smirk started across his face, "This was a one-time thing! I am not gay. We both got our rocks off but that's it. It's over. Do you understand? Now give me my id back!"
"Oh yes," he said, "I found that on the trail." he lied. He pulled an idea out of his back pocket. "Listen, son, I didn't come here to be rough with you. I came here because I owe you."
"You owe me?" the ground seemed to go up and down as I reached for my id.
"Yes. Sure you got off. But you never got to have your way with me. You see I like to keep things fair. So I have come here to offer you up a chance to take my ass."
I felt my cock perk up, my flexing increased. My gut began to tremble as I spoke, "But I'm not gay. I don't need your ass."
"Oh no," He said, "you do.. you need my ass. You see I am going to take your ass again. And then you'll regret not taking mine while you had the chance."
"We're not doing this again. I already told you that."
"And I already told you I will take what I want whether you give it to me or I have to make it mine. You know you're my fuck toy. My boys are still floating around inside you. I can still smell myself on you. So..." he reached his hands into the elastic at his waist and began to pull his shorts down. "Who is going first?" he waved his hard cock around and I lunged at him. Half with rage for having been taken advantage of. Half with passion for wanting to fill his ass like he'd filled mine.
Our cocks smacked each other as I knocked him to the ground. I tried to pin his hands up behind his head but he rolled me over onto my back and reached forward with his mouth. He stuck his tongue into my mouth. It was warm and oddly sweet. Not at all what I'd expected. I felt his pre-cum dripping onto my ass and bit his tongue. It was my turn. I was going to make him feel taken advantage of. This would be more work seeing as he was offering it up so willingly. I pulled his shirt up over his head rendering him incapable of much movement and yanked his shorts down to his ankles.
I could hear Daddy chuckle as he offered little resistance. OH he wasn't going to enjoy this that quickly. I pushed his head down just as he had done with mine. Using my foot to carefully hold him down. I reached up and with all my strength I brought my hand down HARD on that ass. "OHHHH" daddy bellowed. "Fuck kid, be kind to daddy. I just want to be nice to you."
"Be nice to me? Yeah?" I brought another hand down hard on his ass. "Yeah, well daddy, I want you to feel pain. Pain like you made me feel."
