I walked into the bar like I owned the place, but the second I spotted him at the end of the counter I knew I was about to get owned instead. Thick gray hair, broad shoulders stretching a black button-down, and that look in his eyes that said hed already decided how he was going to use me. He was at least twenty years older, the kind of daddy who didnt ask twice.
He bought me a drink without saying much, just You look like you need something stronger. Ten minutes later his hand was on my thigh under the bar, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints. My place is two blocks away. You coming or what?
I followed him out. The second the apartment door shut he had me against it, mouth on mine, tongue pushing deep while his big hands yanked my jeans open. Strip, he growled. I kicked my shoes off and shoved my pants down. He didnt even wait for my shirt; he spun me around, bent me over the arm of his couch, and spat on his fingers.
Two thick digits shoved straight into my hole, no warm-up, just rough and fast. Tight little fuckhole, he muttered. Gonna stretch you open on this daddy cock. I heard his belt, the zipper, then the heavy slap of his dick against my ass. It was thick, veined, already leaking. He rubbed the head up and down my crack, smearing spit and pre-cum, then pushed in.
I grunted loud. He didnt stop. Inch after inch forced its way inside until his balls rested against me. He grabbed my hips with both hands and started pounding, long, hard strokes that made the couch creak. Every thrust knocked the breath out of me. Fuck, daddy, I gasped. Use that hole.
He did. He fucked me like he hated me and loved me at the same time, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet sound of his cock wrecking my ass filled the room. Sweat dripped off his chest onto my back. When he wanted a better angle he hauled me up, marched me to the bedroom, and threw me face-down on the mattress.
He climbed on top, knees on either side of my thighs, and drove back inside. One hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back while he rutted.
You take daddys dick so good, he snarled in my ear. Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this slutty hole. I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning like a whore.
He flipped me onto my back without pulling out, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and went even deeper. His heavy balls slapped my ass with every stroke. I jerked my own cock in time with his pounding until I shot across my stomach, hole clenching around him. That pushed him over; he buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding my guts. He stayed inside, grinding slow while he caught his breath, then pulled out and watched his load leak out of my wrecked hole.
We didnt talk much after. He wiped me down with a warm towel, gave me water, and let me crash in his bed. Around three in the morning I woke to his hard cock sliding back into me from behind, slower this time but still deep and deliberate. He fucked another load into me while I stroked myself to a second orgasm, then held me against his chest until morning.
When I left he wrote his number on my arm with a Sharpie. Next time Im tying you down, he said. I walked out sore, leaking, and already planning the next visit. Thats how daddy gay sex stories start: one look, one drink, one raw fuck that keeps you coming back for more.
