When I finally got home I snuck into my bedroom and quickly drifted off to sleep. I slept late Sunday morning and when I woke up all I could think about was Tom, and the things he had done to me. It almost seemed like a dream, but my sore ass and tender nipples reminded me that the encounter was very real. I closed my eyes and reminisced about how his throbbing cock felt as it entered me, and became hard. I browsed a porn site until I found one of my favorite videos of a muscular Daddy fucking a smooth twink. It seemed even hotter now, knowing that I had just been fucked by a muscular Daddy, and I jerked off as I watched the man brutally fuck the twink until his cum dripped from his boys gaping ass. After I shot my own load, I showered and went downstairs, and was thankful to find my parents weren't home. I really didn't want to explain why I was walking bowlegged. Gingerly I sat down and began watching a movie, but I couldn't really concentrate on it. I was still thinking about Tom. I was thinking about jerking off again when I heard my phone go off, and was elated when I saw it was a message from Tom.
"Good morning boy." The message read.
"Good morning Daddy! What are you doing?" I replied.
"Thinking about you and your tight boy pussy." Tom text back.
Damn, that was hot, I thought as I stroked my cock again. I liked that he was thinking about me. It made me feel sexy. "I was just thinking about your giant cock." I text back. He replied with a dick pic. "Damn Daddy it's so big!" I replied, now really stroking myself. We had a nice dirty sexting session and when I came, I sent him a picture of my cum dripping from my cock.
"Nice. I wish you were here to take care of Daddy." Tom text back.
Later that night we texted some more and I sent Tom a couple of pictures of my ass. He sent me back a picture of his hard cock, and then one of his hand covered in cum. I liked that. I felt sexy turning him on. As I drifted off to sleep I thought about Tom doing nasty things to me. I imagined living with him as his bitch boi.
Monday was busy and we didn't talk much. I couldn't believe how bad I missed him, and couldn't wait for our next encounter. I wanted to go see him after work, but we worked late and by the time we got off I was exhausted. But we sexted again that night, which made me want him even more. After I came and tried to get to sleep, I thought about what a fag I was becoming. I felt a bit embarrassed about it, but I didn't really care. I was becoming comfortable with my sexuality and desires and knew this is who I was. I knew there was no turning back now.
When I woke up the next morning it was pouring rain, and my boss called to tell me we wouldn't be working. As soon as I got off the phone with him I text Tom, and told him I had the day off, and I hoped I could spend it with him. He immediately replied that he had a meeting that morning, but would be free that afternoon. So I spent the morning laying around and counting the minutes until I could see my guy again. Around eleven, I showered, shaved and began to get ready. I began to get dressed then I remembered the black jockstrap I had hidden in my drawer. I always liked when a bottom wore a jock on porn, so I had bought it to wear for Lance. But he had broke it off before I could. I dug it out and put it on then admired myself in the mirror. I felt so sexy wearing it and wondered if Tom would like it. I pulled a pair of shorts over it and put on a tshirt, then waited for Tom to text me. When he finally did, I raced to my car and took off, trying not to speed as I headed over to his house. When I got there I parked and quickly walked to the front door. Tom was standing on the porch, waiting on me, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. He looked delicious.
"Hello!" Tom said as he looked me up and down.
"Hey!" I replied, admiring his muscular chest. I followed him in the house and he led me to the basement where he had a large rec room with a pool table, a full bar, a huge couch and a giant tv, which was showing a video of a guy about my age getting fucked by two men. The sound was on and the men were saying filthy things to the boy as he sucked one of them and took the other in his ass. The bottom was incredibly hot, with white blonde hair and wearing only a pair of knee high socks. The two men both had huge cocks.
Tom saw me watching and smiled. "You like that?" He asked.
"Oh yeah, that's hot!" I replied.
"Yes it is!" Tom said. "I love watching that bottom get fucked. He's one of my favorites." He watched himself for a minute, then smacked his lips. "Damn." He commented before he returned his attention to me. "I'm glad you were able to come over."
"Me too." I said softly. He took a step towards me and put his mouth to mine and kissed me deeply. His hands slid to my ass and gave it a squeeze. Then he felt the jockstrap.
"Are you wearing a jock?" He asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." I said softly. "I hope you like it. I can take it off if you don't."
"Take off those shorts boy." He demanded. I slipped them around my ankles and stepped out of them, then pulled off my shirt. I stood there while he examined me, now feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Do you want me to take it off?" I asked.
"Fuck no boy." Tom replied. "Damn I love a hot bubble butt in a jock. I'm just surprised you showed up wearing one."
"I bought it a long time ago." I explained. "I wanted to wear it for Lance, but never got the chance to."
"I see." He commented from behind me. "And why did you want to wear it today?"
"I think they look hot." I answered. "I wanted to look hot for you."
"That's a good boy." Tom said. "A boy should always look hot for Daddy."
"I'm glad you like it." I whispered as I felt him close behind me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me close to him, sliding his hard cock between my ass cheeks. His hands began teasing my nipples as he kissed my neck. "Oh fuck Tom!" I moaned. "That feels so good!" His hairy body felt so strong and powerful as it pressed against me, and I felt myself go weak in the knees. Tom bent me over the pool table and held me down by placing one hand between my shoulders, then he gave my ass a firm slap, followed by another one. Then several more. The first few didn't hurt, but the rest of them really stung. I liked it though.
"You like that boy?" I heard him ask.