I [21] was used by a [41] “stranger” in the dark - part I
The city where I am doing my internship is in another state. I recently moved and rented a small apartment. I am an only child and my parents live in another state. For context, I am 21 years old, my parents were very young and high-school sweethearts when they had me, so they are both 41. My mother has never worked, she stays at home and does crafts and is already quite successful on Instagram and TikTok and manages to earn good money every month. My father works with investment funds and travels a lot for work all over the country.
The story I'm about to tell you happened recently. I was on break from my internship, waiting to find out if I was going to be hired or not, and pretty bored. I spent the day on Grindr, Sniffies, and The Blowers looking for dick. I'm a bottom gay boy with submissive tendencies, and my hunger for dick never wanes.
It was a night in June when I saw a profile on Grindr relatively close by that caught my attention. There was no photo, it said he was a 39-year-old top, and the description drove me crazy: "Married discreet guy. I'm looking for totally submissive young guys who like a dominant daddy. I want you to come into my Airbnb in the dark. I'll leave the door open and wait standing with my hard cock out. Kneel, suck me off, milk me, and leave. No talking."
I felt an immediate rush of excitement and replied:
"I'm in!" And I sent a video of myself sucking off a college buddy with a black mask covering my identity. In return, I received a photo of a monstrous cock, with veins, sagging balls, and uncut.
"If you want to serve this cock, read my rules carefully and come here now! If you don't arrive in 15 minutes, I'll call someone else to serve me. I haven't come in a week." And I received the location. It was close.
I jumped up, put on my running shoes, grabbed my house keys, and ran down the stairs.
Maps said it would take 7 minutes to walk, but I didn't want to risk missing the opportunity, so I ran and managed to get to the building's door in 5 minutes.
"I'm at the door." I sent a message on Grindr, praying it wasn't just some lying wanker. My heart was racing and my mouth was watering at the thought of putting that huge cock in my mouth.
"The code for the door downstairs is #9873. Go up to the second floor, D. The door will be ajar. Come in and kneel down. No talking!"
With my hands shaking with excitement, I entered the code and heard the door buzz open. I ran to the elevator and pressed the button frantically. The seconds seemed to drag on, but finally it arrived and I went up to the second floor. I turned left and saw door D slightly ajar. Fearfully, I approached. In the distance, I could hear the sound of a television with sports commentary. There was practically no light, only slight shadows. I closed the door carefully and knelt down.
A deep voice, almost like Batman's, spoke in the dark:
"Crawl over here, fag. A few steps in front of you."
I crawled like a puppy thirsty for a bone and found what I was looking for. Hairy, muscular, thick legs. I felt around in the dark until I reached an absolutely giant cock, almost too big for my mouth.
"No hands, suck it!" ordered the man's deep voice.
Without questioning the orders, I put my mouth on it. It was slightly sweaty and had a salty taste of pre-cum. I licked the head of the cock and opened my mouth, trying to take as much as I could. It was really big.
"Did you come here to suck or to play, damn it!"
The man in the dark grabbed my blond hair and pushed my head onto his big cock, making me choke. He was rough!
"Take it, no complaints! Didn't you come to suck? Then you're going to suck my fucking cock!"
I was super excited, my cock almost bursting out of my Adidas shorts.
The guy started fucking my mouth and panting. I choked more and more and tried to get a moment's rest from that monster in my throat that almost made me vomit. I pushed the man's strong thighs, but he wouldn't let up.
"You're not getting away. Hold on, I'm almost done. Just take it!”
I tried to relax my throat and let him fuck it. I tried to breathe through my nose, concentrating as hard as I could. Tears streamed from my eyes. I felt like a real whore and I was loving every second of it. The man's thrusts were getting faster and harder. The air smelled of man sweat, strong and intense. His sagging balls hit my chin hard.
The man in the dark began to grunt and roar, and my throat was flooded with abundant sperm. I choked, coughed, and felt sperm coming out of my nose. The man moved away and shook his giant penis and the last drops of milk onto me.
"It's done, you can leave," said the hoarse, panting voice.
I got up from the floor with an enormous hard-on. I opened the apartment door and ran to the elevator, which was still on the second floor. I pressed the exit button, and as soon as the doors closed, I took my cock out of my shorts and just had to touch it to cum all over the elevator floor. The orgasm was so strong that I almost screamed, and tears of pleasure ran down my face. My face was a mess of drool, snot, and cum from that big, athletic man. I wiped it with my T-shirt, and as soon as the elevator door opened, I ran out into the street toward my apartment, leaving my sperm scattered on the elevator floor.
I slept like a baby, and in the morning I had a missed call from my dad and a message.
"Hey champ, I'm in your town. Want to come have lunch with dad?"
I was so happy. I hadn't seen my dad in months. I took a shower and had to masturbate again in the shower, thinking about that anonymous blowjob I had given that man the night before. I had never done anything like that before, and the risk had paid off. I got dressed, put on some cologne, and went to meet my dad at a nearby Starbucks. There he was, well-groomed, his beard impeccable as always, wearing a navy blue shirt that showed off his well-trimmed chest hair. His tall, athletic body was attractive to me, if he weren't my father. I gave him a hug and he smelled great, using Burberry Hero as always. We drank coffee and he teased me about how I still looked like a teenager, that he couldn't believe I was about to start working.
"Where do you want to have lunch, champ? Do you want to go see a movie with Dad and order pizza, or would you prefer a restaurant?"
"Pizza!!!" I said enthusiastically. I've always loved watching movies with my dad, ever since I was a kid, the more violent and noisy the better.
"Great, I'm staying nearby. Let's go. I'm staying for two nights, so we can make up for lost time over the last few months," he said, smiling and ruffling my blond hair. He was dark-haired, I took after my mom.
On the way to his hotel, we FaceTime her:
"Hi, honey, look who I found at Starbucks, do you know him?" My mother was all happy and smiling.
"My men together, I love it. Have fun. I love you so much!"
"I love you too, sweetheart. Kisses." Their relationship was so happy and loving. I wanted to have a boyfriend who would give me that one day. Except for the fact that I liked being used like a cheap whore by older, hyper-masculine men, like last night. I tried to push that thought away. I was with my dad, for fuck's sake.
Since we were on FaceTime with my mother, I didn't even notice the route we took, I just followed my father in his confident strides. As I looked around, something seemed familiar. I was near the building where I had gone yesterday to suck that man's dick in the dark. How embarrassing!
"Are you laughing, champ?"
"Nothing, Dad. I remembered something silly, don't worry about it."
Then he approached the door, the same door I had entered the night before. Fuck, what a coincidence. I couldn't believe I had sucked cock and had my throat fucked in the same building where my father was staying. How embarrassing!!!
The entry code was the same one the guy had given me the night before, I still remembered it. My dad called the elevator and I got in. I looked at the floor and saw the stains of my dried semen. They hadn't cleaned it up yet.
I started shaking with adrenaline. I was completely uncomfortable.
"Are you okay, kid?" my dad asked worriedly.
"Yes, Dad. I'm just hot and dizzy, probably was the coffee. Sugar high!" And I laughed awkwardly. My father's big, strong hand pressed the button for the second floor. Damn!
It couldn't be, what a surreal coincidence. The guy was my father's neighbor. The elevator door opened and we got out.
"What letter are you on, Dad?"
"I'm on D, for David. Like you!" He laughed loudly.
I started to see everything spinning around me and felt my heart beating very fast. My father opened the door to the same apartment I had entered and knelt in the night before.
"Did you check in today? When did you arrive?" I asked in a whisper.
"No, I checked in yesterday. I arrived yesterday afternoon, but I had a business dinner and was tired, so I went straight to bed. That's why I only called you today."
No! It couldn't be. I entered the same apartment, ran to the sofa, and sat down.
"Son, what's wrong?"
"I think my blood pressure is low."
The man with the monstrous cock who had used me and fucked my throat like it was a pussy... WAS MY FATHER. And the problem? I had loved it and I want it more.
I looked at him as he went to get me a glass of cold water. The same thick thighs, the deep voice he had forced out the night before. My father had always loved Batman movies, and as a child he would imitate his voice to me as a joke. I looked at his gray suit pants... the bulge in his pants. The cock I had sucked the night before. There was no doubt. It had been my father... FUCK!
To be continued...