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My Daddy Ad

I was as nervous as I was excited when I e-mailed my personal ad in.
But it was free and just writing it made me horny. My dick got hard in
my jeans with every word I wrote. The buzz I felt in my stiff dick
made me really horny. I was so hot and bothered that pre-cum wet my
pubic hair and made my stomach sticky. A dozen times I had to adjust
my prong in my pants, but I only got more excited. Just imagining what
the handsome men reading my ad might look like aroused me. Would
anyone answer? Would they be like the man in my dreams?
I saw in my mind a dozen hairy Daddies in all assorted states of undress.
But there is one in particular I began to focus on: a man in a suit, a pinstripe
suit. He”s jerking his joint. It”s poking out eight inches in front of his zipper.
Long pubic hairs fly out of his pants. They curl out in front of his boxers.
His right hand has a grip on his huge piece of meat while his face is buried
in this magazine. His wingtip shoes and rep tie remind me he”s rushed
in to read the ‘Personals” before even shedding his clothes. An open briefcase
full of legal papers sits on a nearby table. Inside it a zippered compartment
hides his favorite X-rated magazine. Inside that are graphic
photos of one guy who is as butch as he is. He”s with another who looks
just like me. He”s cum all over those photos a dozen times, especially the
ones on the last pages. Late at night after he’s reread those legal papers
he lies on his bed with a big pillow beside him holding up the magazine
while he’s jerking off. He’s glued to the 69 shots and the blow job
close-ups.
He dreams of a ‘boy’ like me who’ll suck on his dick for hours. He and
I share a fantasy: ‘Kiss me, son. Yeah! You kiss real nice. Now suck my
tits! Oh, you like my hairy chest, don’t you, boy? That’s it, chew on ‘em!
Suck ‘em real hard. Oh yeah, that feels awfully good. O.K. Daddy wants
you to lick his underarms. Yeah! That’s it. Lick long and slow. Umm! Grab
those moist hairs in your mouth. Oh, just like that. Ha, now you’re ticklin’
me, boy! Hey, where’s your tongue going now? I think it’s going down
on this rod! Uh, huh! Don’t you think it’s about time you go down on
me, boy? Yeah, come on, get down on it. I know it’s big, but you can take
it. No more playing around and staring at it. I know you want it.
Double fisting is fun, boy, but it’s time to use your tongue. Toying
with my balls is fun, too, I know. Hey! Your tongue is wandering, boy.
All right, you can lick my balls. Oh yeah, suck on ‘em. Yo! Where’s your
tongue going now? Oh, that feels hot. Don’t get lost down there, boy,
I know it’s hot and sweaty. Come on, get back up here.
Well, sometime soon, son. My meat’s waitin’ on you.
Yes, I’m horny, you little rascal. Now, lick my cock head! See all that ooze?
Slick and wet, like your mouth is going to make the whole thing. Nice
and slow, son. Just like that.’
He goes on. ‘Show me that tongue! Lap my thing. Ah, up the underside.
Slowly. Oh, yeah, ohhh! And all around. Ahh, go down on it, easy
now. Over the crown. Take it all. Down the shaft. Whew! Down some
more. You got quite a few more inches to go, boy! Come on. Right to the
base. Uh huh. Uh huh. That’s it. Hold it there. Umph! Umph!’ Holding
the back of my head he rotates his hips and thrusts his meat deep in my
throat hard. ‘Every inch of it, son. Lick all around, too. Now, use
your whole mouth again.’ He loves it! His thrusts come hard and fast
while he holds my head in his tight grip. And naturally, I love it! My hands
roam his hairy body while his hands grab my hair. ‘My cock’s throbbing
for you. Feel it pulse’? I’m moaning uncontrollably. He’s moaning
even louder. ‘That’s right, play with my nipples while you do that. Uh
huh. Pull on my balls. You can pull them harder. Harder! Hey! Your fingers
do like to explore, don’t they, you nasty boy. Well, if it didn’t feel so damn
good I’d swear you were fixing to fuck me, boy. What then do you think
I have in mind for this hot cock you’re sucking’? This fantasy, I’ll
never forget.
‘My cock’s growing impatient, son.’ Growing is right! His thrusts come
even harder. He can’t help himself. He’s on his way to cumming. His
curly pubic hairs run wild in my face. Sweat drips from everywhere. It
flies from his hair ‘ from his head, and chest, and underarms. It
gathers in his pubic hair and the hairs that run up the center of his ass.
He’s covered in sweat. He smells of sweat. My nostrils fill with the smell
of him. Oh, Daddy, I’ll never forget this either!
Slowly, his chin rises towards the ceiling. His eyes close real tight. His
cock bucks up. It’s straining in my mouth. He plunges deep then lifts
on his toes. He’s about to blow!
‘AHHHUUGGGHHH!!!’ he cries out powerfully. His balls tighten
up, then tense in his crotch. His manhole spasms rapidly. When I feel
the cum run up his tube I’m struck by the same feeling. My balls knot
up. Jizz fills my joint. I’M CUMMMMMING!!
‘OHHEEEEAAHHH!!!’ It’s simultaneous! Streams of what seems endless
spurts rocket through us. I’m swallowing as fast as I can. ‘Eat it, son.
Eat up!’ The most extraordinary sensations run through our bodies. We’re
orgasming together!
‘MMMPPPHHH!!’ I moan frantically as Daddy fills my mouth
with his thick and hot creamy jism. Rich, tangy, and strong, this stuff
is! I’m overcome while in heaven. My eyes glaze over. I sweat right through.
My body shakes. I lose control!
First, he humps four times fast, then four times more slowly. I’m humping,
too, with my fist tight around my boy cock while it lets loose its torrent
of pent-up desire. As he wraps my head tightly in his arms, clutching and
hunching over me he thrusts his last attacks into my overflowing
grateful mouth. Finally, he realizes I’ve washed his thighs with my own
young juices. In his pubic hair and on his balls, too, even under them
to the rim of his asshole he feels the warmth and the stickiness of my jizz
as it drips from the hairs on his strong thighs.
BZZZZ! What? Oh! It’s the door. And the mailman. O.K. Pull myself
together. Back to reality. How many days has it been since my ad first
appeared? 30, to be exact, and I’ve already gotten an incredible number
of responses. I e-mail the magazine and they forward the letters from
guys who have written and sent their photo. I haven’t yet been disappointed
although none of these great guys lives within a hundred miles
of me. I can write, of course, and maybe visit someday, but I would love
to have ‘the man of my dreams’ come to my door today ‘ TODAY! (I’m
a horny boy.)
‘Hello. I have the mail for you.’ I’m stunned. He’s the male for me.
This guy is gorgeous. I’m shocked. I drop everything he hands me. ‘Oh,
I’m sorry,’ he says politely.
‘Excuse me,’ I say, flustered as I pick up all I’ve dropped. ‘You’re
new,’ and then I drop it all again as he looks into my eyes. ‘You’re gorgeous,’
I think to myself as he smiles. A handsome face, incredibly handsome,
rugged, five o’clock shadow, stray hairs poking out of the top of his shirt,
a great build, tight pants. ‘Daddy!’ I think. His cock is clearly outlined
in his uniform pants. What’s happened at the U. S. Postal Service? Is
this guy not the Daddy I advertised for, come to my door? Oh! ‘Cum’
is the word!
‘Can I help you with that’? he offers, as I pick up all my mail again.
We rise slowly together as he puts it all in my hands. I fumble as I look
down his shirt and see the curly hairs at the top of his chest. Some magazines
slip away and he grabs them for me as they slide into my crotch.
Did he just feel me up? My dick and balls feel a twitch as I swear his hands
groped them. I hope so. I’d love to grope him.
‘Would you like to come in’? I get out the words practically caught
in my throat. He nods O.K. as if I might need a hand. I’ve sweated through
my clothes in the seconds since I’ve seen him. My cock strains against
my pants. I’m sure he’s noticed.
As we set the letters and magazines down on the table he asks, ‘Will
you be all right’?
He looks so perfect. I thumb through the mail as he straightens up
to go, but he unbuttons the top two buttons on his uniform. I’m excited
as hell, but I find it curious that I’m distracted by the mail. I’m also reading
the return addresses on various envelopes. Then I see it, an envelope
from the magazine and I tear into it without thinking. The mailman, hunk
that he is, nods as he steps backwards and he’s lets himself out saying,
‘I’ll see you soon again. Hope there’s something there you want,’
referring to my mail.
I rip through the large envelope. There’s a long one page letter and
underneath a photograph. I’m so engrossed in the letter, I don’t even
look at the photo at first.
Dear Son, (He called me ‘Son’!)
I saw your ad. I am your Daddy. I’m told I’m handsome and well
built. I have a hairy chest. My ass is very hairy ‘ I hope you like that.
I like to be kissed and licked all over. I especially like to get sucked off
and I love to get rimmed. Your tongue in my armpits and around my
nipples would be hot. You can bite my tits as hard as you like. You can
finger fuck me, and although your ad didn’t say it if you’d like to fuck
me I’m a Dad who does that. I love 69ing and would love to rim you.
If you want me to fuck you I’m up to the job. After all, I’m your Daddy,
My Daddy Ad ‘ 11
and I’ll take care of you. I wear a uniform all day and I’ll wear it for you.
If you like men in uniforms I have quite a few. Most of them are for play,
but sex play is what I’m after and I want to play with you. Answer me
as soon as you can, I am so hot and horny for my boy, I’m ready to cum.
I’ve included my nude photograph, as you required, now I’d like to see
you ‘ nude.
With all the love a Daddy can give to his Son,
Sincerely,
Box 10 ‘ Yes, 10.
What a letter! What a hot fucking letter! I lifted the letter to look at
the photograph hoping it was as good as the letter. It was the mailman.
The mailman!!! ‘Hey, wait!’
I ran to the door and opened it and there he stood, his hand on his
crotch.
‘Hello, Son,’ he smiled, then winked and groped himself.
I looked at his hot naked photo then back at him. The photo was a full
frontal nude taken straight up from his crotch with his hands on his hips.
His cock and balls practically covered the whole frame. I smiled when
I greeted, ‘Daddy!’
He stepped forward across the threshold. After I pushed the door closed,
I wrapped my right hand around his neck and my left hand around his
ass. I drew him close and french kissed him. ‘Mmm,’ I moaned. He did,
too. Was there ever a kiss I wanted more? I ground my crotch into his
and noticed how he was nicely bigger than me, and as his ad had
attested, he was well built, but natural ‘ the man next door. This
Daddy, the man of my dreams, however, lived in my town. I looked into
his handsome face while he kissed me, his eyes closed. ‘What long lashes
you have, Daddy,’ I thought.
As I felt his cock through his pants and it rubbed against mine I went
on, ‘What a long cock you have, Daddy. And thick, too.’ I was sure. It
sure made an impression on his pants. So did his balls. Boy, his pants
fit tight! ‘What a nice round firm ass,’ I went on in my head amusing
myself squeezing his flesh through his uniform.
‘The better to keep my Boy happy,’ he responded as if he knew exactly
what I was thinking. He wiggled his ass and I mine as he squeezed my
globes with both hands.
‘What’s your name’? I asked when we breathed between kisses.
‘You can call me Daddy,’ he said slyly, rubbing his chest across mine.
Another two buttons had by themselves come undone so I looked
down to see how hairy his chest was in person and how firm and
round his pecs. He was just perfect. He was built like the man in my dreams,
the one in the suit, and he had the same amount of body hair, but he
was younger. His hair color was completely different. Both men were
ideal. In fact, although all the men who sent me their photo excited me,
only the mailman ‘delivered’.
‘You know my name. It’s on this envelope. But, what’s yours’? I asked
again.
‘Well, you can call me Box 10, if you like,’ he eluded my question again.
‘Box 10? Box 10,’ I repeated thinking it over. Then I felt his prick poke
into my thighs with a pulse and I glanced at his photo. I leaned over and
looked straight into his crotch. ’10 is right, I imagine. It looks like 10
to me,’ I flattered him. I couldn’t be far off.
‘Thank you, from your Daddy,’ he grinned and hugged me close again.
‘Would you like to ‘read’ it’? he asked, playing with words. ‘Go ahead,
open the ‘male’ slot and pull it out. The head of his zipper was leaning
out with a half inch open already. His hand went to the back of my head
and as I kneeled, my teeth clinched the zipper pull.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had a strong scent. My nose
snuck into his open fly and I sniffed as I felt his tight curly pubic hairs
escape. ‘Go on! ‘Read’ your mail.’ Of course that meant ‘male’. I
couldn’t imagine a sexier man. I was so excited to see and feel his
cock, my own cock dripped pre-cum staining my pants.
All of a sudden his erection flew from his uniform and sprang straight
out horizontal. Somewhere between, ‘It’s mine!’ and ‘I want it!’ I
thought ‘a 10′, for sure! He was huge. A great big, thick juicy and yes,
gorgeous, dick! A DICK! It was awesome! I was wild about it. Seeing it.
Smelling it. Licking it, which I did from the slit at the tip, right away.
It bucked up suddenly several inches, pointed at the ceiling before
coming down, and then flew up several times fast before pointing in front
of my eyes straight out. I ran my eyes along its length taking in every
fleshy inch. The head was smooth and round and curved beautifully.
Delicious. My tongue touched every surface of his joint from that
incredible head to the thick jerking base.
As promised, once I unbuckled his pants and slid his pants down his
hairy thighs, I licked and sucked on his oblong balls feeling the hairs against
my very sensitive tongue. He got weak in the knees when I took his balls
in my mouth. I couldn’t capture them both so I sucked on them one at
a time. When I licked the underside of his prick from the base of his tube
to the tip he put his hands on the top of his ass and humped.
‘Daddy’ looked as sexy as a man gets from my crotch-eye’s view with
his trousers hanging below his knees and his shirt, at last, unbuttoned.
‘What a chest,’ I thought. Michelangelo never could have put a hairy
chest to marble. The real thing cannot be duplicated. Those tits. His abs.
And his bushy pubic hair. The low hangers, his balls. Yum! Real men
are edible. Daddy was a whole meal: the main course, dessert, and nuts,
all at once. His nuts swung heavily above my eyes.
‘How did you get my address? I’m just Box 69,’ I asked while I sat
on the floor looking up at him like the photo.
‘I usually sort mail at the post office. And I subscribe to the magazine,
too. I saw your ad and figured it out. In the last four weeks you suddenly
get this huge volume of letters all saying, ‘Do Not Bend. Photo Inside.
Return address: Box 69′. And I live in this town. So why not deliver my
answer in person’? He paused, ‘Do you mind’?
My answer: I swallowed his whole cock immediately. ‘Ahhhhhh!’ he
moaned. He got the message. It wasn’t easy swallowing his whole
cock. When he started thrusting I nearly gagged. But I loved it. Juicy.
His cock was juicy. I must have sucked him off in that position for half
an hour. We ended up on the floor 69ing for another half hour. I
couldn’t get enough of him. When my eyes were closed he seemed like
the man in the suit from my fantasy. When my eyes were open I knew
he was my fantasy. Was I his? I guess so. He stripped me bare and sucked
me off and licked me all over. He covered my body with his tongue, and
I his.
I have to tell you I rimmed him. And I was all over him. I licked him
everywhere. He was hot, moist and hairy. Daddy had just the right amount
of body hair. His ass was a treat. I ate him out just like I wanted to. A
hot manly Daddy that lets you lick his bottom, that loves your tongue
in the most sensitive places, that enjoys your face in his crevice, playing
in his furrow and thanking him for it ‘ that is a Daddy to hold onto.
That he enjoyed my tongue everywhere was phenomenal: lapping up
his underarms, stroking across his mighty chest, licking at his nipples
and taking them between my teeth. Kissing his face and nuzzling in his
chest, Daddy proved to be my fantasy for real.
When I was lying on my back and he was on his knees his balls in my
mouth I could look straight up at him. He put on his cap. ‘I have a special
delivery for you,’ he said as he began jerking his joint in earnest. He rocked
back and forth as it came on. His fist moved fast and furious up and down
his thick meat. My tongue licked under the base of it and all around inbetween
jerks. I watched as he got lost in his lust and built up to an orgasm
I had waited so long to see come.
Cum, he did, ‘Oh, Oh! OH! OHHHHHEEEEWWWWWWHHHH!!!’
He humped across my tongue laying a load of stamp licking jizz across
my face. I watched his whole body quake. I saw his tits shake, his
nipples still tempting me. I saw his handsome face squint. He was at the
point of no return and loving it. I reveled in his heaving balls and
spurting manmeat as he unleashed his male bags of strong smelling, gooey,
cloudy white syrupy jizz in long streaks across my face. ‘OH! OHh! OHhh!’
he heaved.
‘Daddy, I’M CUMMMMMING!’ I yelled, too, as I shot a load of far
reaching cream against his back and on his hairy ass. My cream
dripped down his arching back and disappeared between the crevice of
his cheeks. I felt it drip from the back of his hairy balls and I knew it clung
to his throbbing asshole. I would fuck him next and he me after we recovered.
After several long breaths and some relaxation he began, ‘Neither
rain, nor sleet ‘.’
‘ nor gloom of night,’ I continued, ‘will stay these couriers from
their appointed tasks.’ I licked one last milky drop off the seeping slit
at the end of his ever-hard dick.
‘Thank you, Daddy.’
‘Thank you, Son,’ he replied and kissed me.
‘

By Peter