Brekkie for Dekkie

You know, sometimes when I'm scouring the dating sites looking for desperate lads who want to be dominated, I often wonder if one will surprise me with something.

I think Jesse has done just that. 

One night, finishing up at the gym, a rather cute and dainty yet manly (dunno how you can get that but lets roll with it) approached me in my DMs on one of the promiscuous dating sites and asked me, outright, "can you be my daddy?" 

I looked at his profile and thought uh? 

But, after back and forth chatting (despite this being my pet hate) we agreed to meet. The poor lad was basically dehydrated when we met, with the amount of drool leaking out of his cute gob. I envisaged his pie hole wrapped around my fat cock as I face fucked the poor soul. 

We chatted, baited each other, shared stories and ideas when we agreed to meet properly the following weekend.

Now, I'm no Christian Grey but if I see a man who is begging to be owned by me, I will become Grey automatically. 

Jesse was literally begging for my cock, on his knees while he waited, ass out on the lounge floor. That cute pink hole winking at me each time a nasty thought crossed his mind. 

I teased him. Until I couldn't withstand the testosterone stirring in my body. I let go, forced my cock into that pretty hole of Jesse's and pumped him to my heart's content. He sounded like he needed lube but braved my throbbing cock and took it like a man. 

"Oh daddy!" he yelped as we both moved in rhythm with each other. We both caused friction on the lounge floor. 

I leveraged myself so I was squatting on his rump cheeks, straddling him. As he repositioned himself, arching his back to support me, the mood changed. We were both on cloud 9, pleasuring each other. I thought, I could get used to this. Fat ass on tap, he had a fat cock and daddy to confide into. Win-win. 

Back to reality, standing in the mirror, getting ready for work, I stared at my rumpled sheets. There should be someone there, waiting for me, or relying on me. I'm forty-two, enough to support someone. I should be settling down. Not scouring sex sites for a man. 

Speaking of sex sites, my phone suddenly pinged, multiple times. I raced to the bed stand and checked to see who it was. Cute guy. Same build as Jesse - but not Jesse. 

Hello Papi. 

Doesn't have the same sound as how Jesse would say it. 

Are you staying in the same hotel as me? 

0m away. 

Maybe, I respond. Should I get a quick suck? Jesse won't know. Who am I kidding? We aren't dating. Fuck it. I'm a man with needs. 

I walked over to the door and left it slightly open then retreated back to my bed, towel still round my waist. 

Come to room 218. 

Within a minute, the door pushed open and the cute Jesse lookalike was standing there, eyes popping out of his sockets. He raced over, power slammed the bed and took my throbbing cock already standing to attention between those soft lips of his. As he started licking the tip of my pulsating cock, he looked up at me with those soft brown eyes, begging me for more. I took a handful of hair in my hand and forced him harder on my fat cock. 

But he wasn't hitting the same spot as what Jesse could. 

What the fuck is wrong with me? I can't get Jesse out of my head. I need to get over this. I am not the type of guy to fall for someone. Almost forty-three and never had to deal with these shitty feelings. I learn to let go as soon as they get super close to me. Hell, Jesse and I are just fuck buddies. That's it - just fuck buddies. 

Back to reality, he was still working my cock like it was a Push Pop. Maybe if I throw him on his back and pump him, that might change these feelings. He yelped when I threw him off guard. I threw him on his back, spread those legs wide and dug my face into that pinky hole of his. He had a shower, I could smell the remnants of a flowery scent in his taint. His balls were warm and freshly trimmed. The flick of my tongue on his warm taint as I took a long hard sniff. Fresh twunk. 

As i licked up and down the patch between his sacks and crack, feeling him squirm with every twirl of tongue, he cried with pleasure, begging me to stop yet crying for more. 

"Papi fuck me," he cried into the pillows.

I stopped, "Pardon?"

"Fuck me," he cried again.

I shrugged, spat on the palm of my hand, lathered up my throbbing cock and chuckled, "Ready?"

I carefully but forcefully rammed into him. He jerked forward as if something that had been lodged in his throat, had been dislodged. 

"Daddy!?" 

But I didn't want to play caring. His fresh musky scent got me elated. I wanted to pound him to my heart's content. Frustrated that I wasn't with Jesse.

"Oh daddy," my hotel buddy cried as we switched positions. He straddled my cock as we attempted the cowgirl position. 

The way he hung off my neck, squatting on my cock, pushed me to point to climax.

One final thrusting sequence, and I pushed him off. I didn't want to waste my cum on a guy I was never gonna see again. But like a meth addict, he turned around and tried to slurp my baby juice off my torso.

After about five minutes awkwardly lying there, the random guy gathered up his stuff, quickly thanked me and left. No name exchanging, nothing. Quick fun and that was it. 

I checked the app and as predicted, the random guy had either blocked me or deleted the app. I still had Jesse. 

Why do I feel gross?