One More Load for Daddy

One More Load for Daddy

Editor's Note*: This is my first attempt at a longer series, so I would appreciate any feedback along the way. I prefer my smut somewhat fantastical, so not everything is going to be realistic. Hope you enjoy!

Marcus had a big problem.

First of all, he was 26 years old and single. The only intimacy he had on a regular basis were the occasional flings a couple times a week. The more troubling issue was that he couldn't focus on anything. His retail job at Target sucked, somehow he was getting worse at tennis, and he'd been so checked out he was missing bus stops, forcing him to be late to work on multiple occasions.

Now, Marcus was biting on his pen as he contemplated cheating on his license exam. Nervously, he'd pulled up all the info he could find on his phone during the bus ride over. In just a few seconds, he could have it out, have a quick scroll, and all his worries would be gone.

Marcus looked up at the instructor pacing back and forth. No one in history had ever looked so bored. They were more like a warden. Definitely not his type, the guy was 5'6" with a long neck and argyle socks.

Gulping, Marcus looked back down at his exam. "C'mon," he muttered to himself. He was 26 and still hadn't learned to drive. After his mom had moved his whole family away from the West Coast, his dad was too far away to teach him. To save money, Marcus had decided to take buses, ride his bike, use ride shares...

"Time's up."

The instructor put a wrinkly hand down on his exam sheet. Defeated, Marcus sat back in his chair and pursed his lips. What an ugly feeling.

Disgusted with himself, he didn't even stick around to hear the man tell him how badly he'd fucked up. Marcus snatched up his bag and stormed out.

Out on the street, Marcus toyed with the keys in his pocket with one hand and scrolled on his phone with the other. With $50 bucks down the drain from failing the exam, the whole day didn't have to be a bust. He decided to pop onto Sniffies and find someone to distract him.

Marcus was a top. He was 6 feet tall and built up some muscle from playing rugby in high school, then switched to tennis shortly after. He had short, black hair, a soft jawline, and brown eyes. Though he'd never brag about it himself, he'd been given plenty enough compliments along the way to know he wouldn't have problems finding company for a while.

Marcus would've never been in this part of town if he didn't need to be. It was miles away from his apartment and the bus that took him here ran every 45 minutes. The silver lining was that it presented a whole new pool of guys to flirt with.

He couldn't afford to be that picky today. After switching his profile pic to a massive closeup of his 10-inch cock, Marcus went trolling.

Not even 30 seconds into his hunt and he was already getting new messages. The first 2 were bogus bots, and the next 3 were all either group play invites or weirdos looking to 'party'. Marcus resolved to accept the first decent offer he got from someone willing to travel.

Jeff popped up about a minute later. Bald, white, middle-aged and fat-lipped, this guy looked like a textbook pleaser. He was even bragging about his blowjob skills on his bio.

"Hot pic! Want some head? Daddy can travel, got poppers too, just sit back and relax ; P"

Marcus sighed. This guy was a little too forward, but he could keep things short. After confirming a pickup spot and exchanging a few more pics, Jeff had him hooked.

The car pulled up to the curb and Marcus slipped inside, tucking his bag between his legs.

Jeff eyed him as he put his seatbelt on. "Mmm, hey there, hot stuff. Fuck, you're a stud! Wanna get outta here?"

Marcus was put off by the smirking and the chubby fingers that were already reaching over and rubbing all over his chest. It was a warm day, so he was wearing a tank top. Jeff helped himself by pushing his hand inside one of his sleeves to feel up his abs.

"Yeah, let's just find somewhere to park." Marcus was getting a little tired and wanted this over with as quick as possible. Jeff was practically salivating. "I know a place up under the bridge, it's close by. Fuck, baby, you got such a good body. What you been eatin'?"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, letting Jeff know his act wasn't working on him. Jeff was not the kinda guy Marcus usually made friends with. While it did look like he worked out, he was bulky with his round belly and heavy arms. It was tough to see everything in the car, but Marcus could already tell he was completely hairless from head to toe.

"Oh fuck, are you not wearing anything underneath this? Daaaamn, you tryna drive an old man crazy?"

Marcus looked down and realized he was hard and popping up a tent in his thin basketball shorts.

"Hey. Yeah, I guess I'm just really pent up."

Jeff boldly reached out and grabbed Marcus's bulge, making him jump in his seat. As startled as he initially was, Marcus couldn't help but enjoy the attention a little bit.

"Fuuuuck, baby... let's go. Daddy's gonna take good care of you." Jeff raised both his eyebrows and then winked at him. Marcus looked at him befuddled and almost laughed. Who talks like this?

Shaking his head, he put it out of his mind. After this quick hookup, he never had to see him again. They drove off, heading for the dark spot Jeff had mentioned.

Along the way, the man was still groping and fondling Marcus over his shorts, but he was obviously dying to get his hands on his meat. He slipped his hand across Marcus's thigh and up his shorts leg to grab hold of his shaft.

"Good Lord!" Jeff was very excited by what he felt. "What you got down there, a garden hose? Fuck, man, I thought it looked big in that pic. Is this really 10 inches?"

Marcus couldn't help but chuckle and replied, "Yeah."

"Fuuuck. Thick, meaty cock is Daddy's favorite. You sure you don't wanna go back to my place? I got a big, fat ass, you'd love it. Big dick like this needs a big ol' butt!" Jeff was gently tugging his dick as he spoke, squeezing out a pearl of precum onto Marcus' thigh.

"Nah, man, just focus on the road. I'm busy tonight," he lied. Jeff just shrugged and pulled his hand out from his shorts. The perv sniffed his hand, then licked the precum he'd collected off his thumb and forefinger with an exaggerated 'POP'.

"Mm, delicious." That showy grin made Marcus shake his head in disbelief. He better be damn good with his mouth for this to be worth it. Finally, Jeff pulled over under a bridge and wasted no time turning the lights off and unbuckling both their seatbelts.

"You just sit back and close your eyes. Like I told you, Daddy's gonna make you feel good."

As Jeff pawed at his shorts and squeezed hard on his bulge, keeping his hands over the pants for now, Marcus sighed and started to recline his seat back as far as it would go.

As strange as this guy was, he had to admit, he felt oddly taken care of. Guys like this fuck around so much they usually have enough experience and self-confidence to be great in the sack. Something about how possessive he was acting made Marcus embarrassingly hard.

When Jeff put his seat back and climbed up on all fours, Marcus looked over him curiously. The old chub wasn't kidding, his ass looked as plump and round as he'd promised. Jeff fished around in his basketball shorts, grabbing his dick and weighing it in his palm, gently tugging on it.

Marcus was aching hard now, knowing what was coming next. Too eager to get his prize, Jeff slipped his meat out through the leg of his shorts instead of pulling the shorts down off his legs.

"Aw, fuck yeah." Jeff clearly wasn't one for foreplay. His mouth opened wide and he gulped down as much of Marcus's cock as he could get down his throat in one go.

Marcus laid back and groaned, his hips bucking up in response. Jeff had a smooth touch and kept his teeth out of the way. His lips worked their magic, sliding up and down his flesh. Spit coated his shaft and ran down his cock in rivulets, soaking into his shorts, but Marcus didn't care one bit.

Jeff lived up to his word, working diligently to make Marcus feel good. He went slow, expanding his throat and periodically swallowing to massage his length.

At one point, they caught each other's eye and Jeff flashed him another wide smile that made Marcus blush. The sound of his hungry, sloppy throating kept reminding Marcus how slutty the older man was.

With one hand, Jeff gripped that cock by the base, keeping his hard dick pointed up while he gagged on him. 5, 6, then 7 inches down, the man bobbed on his cock, head diving down faster and faster. Marcus loved it.

Jeff seemed to have no trouble gulping down the precum shooting up into his mouth as he went. Saliva ran down the length of his massive dick in rivulets, pooling into the fabric of his shorts. Pulling off for a second, the fat-bottomed cock sucker had a long string of spit dangling off his chin.

"Aw fuuuck," he said, cupping under his balls and rapidly cranking on his meat with that chubby hand. "Daddy loves a big, thick cock. Fuckin monster cock down Daddy's throat. Gonna give Daddy a big load, huh?"

As embarrassing as it was to admit, it was working for Marcus. Something about the instantly comfortable nature of the dirty talk was revving him up. He was already feeling the cum rising up as his cradled nuts lurched in Jeff's attentive hand. Eyes shut and his hands behind his head, Marcus couldn't say it out loud, but he was turned on like nobody's business.

Jeff took a second to pull a small bottle out of his pocket and unscrew the cap. Like a seasoned pro, he huffed the fumes into each nostril carefully before offering some to Marcus. Respectfully he declined, so Jeff put the cap back on and tucked the bottle back into his pocket before diving back into his crotch.

On he went, Jeff stuffing his face with that dick sliding along his smooth tongue until he got 9 inches of meat lodged in his drooling mouth. With exaggerated slurping, he sucked away, keeping one hand stroking his cock up and down and rotating back and forth. The dirty slut seemed determined to keep up a steady, constant stimulation, seamlessly stringing one sensational feeling into the next.

Marcus grit his teeth and his feet kicked into the car's floor mat. He was finding it hard to control himself, he felt like he'd explode any minute. Jeff was working him into a frenzy.

He sucked cock like a seasoned pro. He knew exactly how to push his buttons. Every time Marcus squirmed it made Jeff smile, knowing he was taking control from a position usually assumed by someone more submissive.

Jeff could tell his sloppiness and total service were making Marcus' nutsack thrum the hardest, so he pulled off him again. "FUCK, BABY!" Jeff was way too loud, and he knew it. "Felt that in my fuckin' skull!" Now, with two hands, he stroked all that dick up and down, easily sliding across its length as wet as it was. "Tell Daddy when you're close," he said.

"I'm close," Marcus replied.

"Tell Daddy when you're about to cum."

"I'm about to cum!"

"Come on baby, cum for Daddy. Daddy wants that load! Cum for Daddy, baby, GIVE DADDY THAT LOAD!"

"Oh fuck yeah! Awh!"

Jeff picked the perfect time to swallow his dick again. Instead of continuing to stroke him or bob across his head like Marcus expected, Jeff just held him as deep inside his throat as he could go. The result was divine. As his warm mouth created a hot, wet casing and a tight vacuum seal, Marcus was free to cum inside, buck his hips, and even grab the back of Jeff's bald, smooth head.

Marcus was gushing. This was one of the best orgasms he'd had in his life. Jeff seemed to have no trouble at all gulping down the surging blasts of hot jizz as they came. And he never let up, keeping him lodged inside for the entire ride. Marcus arched his back, dug his fingers into Jeff's skull, moaned and groaned with every rope that erupted out of him, but Jeff just gulped rapidly, occasionally groping the balls cradled in one hand to coax him further.

Marcus collapsed back on the seat, completely spent.

"Fuuuuuuuuck..."

Jeff was still down there cocking one eye up at him and impaled on 7 or 8 inches of his cock. Had he been breathing at all since he went down? In answer to his question, Jeff smiled around his cock like an evil villain and opened his wide mouth, his heavy tongue hanging out as he pulled up with agonizing patience and let his big dick fall onto his ruined shorts.

Jeff's big, pink lips were shiny with drool and he licked them, only to pull Marcus' dick up and pop the mushroom head back into his mouth for a final greedy suck. He was like a cat with a toy.

"Okay, okay, easy," Marcus complained. Only then did Jeff release him.

"Mmh! Hahaha, yeah baby boy that was a good load. Sorry, got carried away 'cause you're still hard. Offer still stands, I can have you over at my place in no time. Got any cum left in these balls for Daddy?"

Jeff teasingly bounced his ball pouch in his hand a few times while wiping his still messy face with the back of his hand. Marcus had to shove him away and felt how moist his shorts had gotten. "Nah, I'm good. That was hot, though."

"Aw, c'mooon. One more load, what's the rush? Look, you're still hard. I'll bet the second load's even bigger than the first. Please? One more and I'll leave you be, I swear. It's just so fuckin' BIG!" Jeff couldn't help himself and grabbed on Marcus' bulge one more time.

The pair laughed together in the car. He was having a hard time saying no, but this time Marcus' silence gave Jeff the hint and he finally let go of him. "Okay, okay. Sorry baby, you just got such a big dick and I know you can drive me up the wall. Maybe next time, then."

Marcus adjusted himself, taking the napkin Jeff offered to mop up the carnage left behind on his crotch. When they pulled up to his apartment, Marcus was still rocking a tent and definitely ready for round two, but he wasn't about to say anything about it to Jeff.

"See! Look at that. I hate seein' a big hard-on go away. So sad..." Fondling Marcus' wet package again, Jeff pouted his lips in mock sympathy, proving for the umpteenth time tonight what a raging slut he was for a fat cock.

He got the feeling that if he gave in, he was going to regret it. So, Marcus peeled himself away. Shaking his head, he replied, "Maybe next time," and got out of the car. He made his way up the stairs and waved at the car driving off before stepping inside.

Marcus slept like the dead that night knowing it wasn't the last he'd seen of that eager chubby slut. Little did he know just how right he was.

Marcus cracked open one eye. His studio apartment was small and scarcely furnished. Something buzzing had woken him up and he could tell it was still dark out. Groggily, he tried to ignore it, but several things were nagging at him.

In true bachelor fashion, he'd had a beer and a bag of chips for dinner, but he left the light on. Now that he was trying to go back to sleep, he was annoyed and had to turn away from the brightness spilling out across the room.

Also, he had to pee. It was a gamble to try to go back to sleep not knowing how much longer he had before working the next morning.

And finally, he was hard. Jeff was right after all, he could go another round easily, but he was tired enough to try to put it off until the next day.

The buzzing happened twice more before Marcus shot out with his hand in exasperation. Picking up his phone, he saw it was just a little past midnight.

6 missed messages from Sniffies. It was Jeff.

"Hey cutie! Still up?

"I'm driving around, want me to grab you something? Late night snack?

"I bet you're still hard. Let Daddy come up real fast and take care of you..."

The next 3 messages were photos and pics of Jeff's nudes. In each, he was looking like a total slut, bent over, ass up, taking a huge cock that rammed into him so hard it made his body ripple.

Marcus was sneering. This guy clearly had boundary issues. He had to admit, though, he was just his type. That ass was absolutely massive and he knew he wasn't going to be able to stop thinking about it.

Marcus shot off a message letting Jeff know he was trying to sleep and that the pics were hot, but he had to work the next day. "Maybe next week."

Putting the phone back down, Marcus closed his eyes, but it wasn't long before his phone was buzzing like crazy again.

He should've known it was a mistake. He should've put the phone on silent and gone back to bed. But the tent below his waist was throbbing angrily at him, demanding his attention and with his hand wrapped around his dick, Marcus used the other to grab his phone again.

This time, Jeff was adamant that Marcus was probably still hard. He sent 6 messages in a row to that effect.

"You're still up, though. ; P Let Daddy have that cock again. I can't stop thinkin' about it.

"Just one more load, it'll help you sleep like a baby.

"Those balls are probably so full, it's not healthy! You got such a beautiful cock, baby. Don't let it go to waste!

"Please, baby, Daddy needs it. I can pull around in 5 minutes."

Marcus watched two gifs load. Jeff was getting his face hosed down with cum in one and his massive ass cheeks were pulled away in another to show his wide, pink hole winking at the camera.

Marcus sighed and took another 5 minutes to respond, then regretted it immediately.

"Daaaamn, you're so hot... okay. One quick one and then I really gotta sleep."

Jeff replied immediately, "I'll be there in 4 minutes. Grab a towel. I'm bringing lube with me. Daddy can't wait for you to fuck his greedy hole ; P"

Marcus raised an eyebrow. What was this guy on? He must've been in his 50's but he was so weird. Pulling the covers away, Marcus rolled out of bed, turned off the kitchen light, used the bathroom and grabbed a towel on his way back to bed.

Nervously, he texted Jeff his door code and apartment number, leaving his door unlocked for him, too.

Jeff didn't have to announce his arrival. Marcus could hear his footsteps down the hall like the Boogeyman coming to steal his soul.

When he heard the knock, Marcus started to get up, but Jeff was way ahead of him and almost flung the door open. Standing in the doorway, the fat, bald man looked across the room to see Marcus naked in his bed.

Licking his lips, Jeff closed the door behind him. With as wide a smile as before, he declared,

"Daddy's home!"

He crossed the room after taking everything off. Just as Marcus suspected, Jeff was completely hairless from head to toe. He was fat, but Marcus could see how much going to the gym made everything so perky. Being chubby worked in his favor.

Marcus was laying back with one arm behind his head. Slowly, he was stroking his huge cock and just watching Jeff come towards him. The way the large man's eyes were glued to his dick you'd think he was staring at a cupcake.

Jeff's hands massaged Marcus' ankles and calves while he took in the view. "Damn, you smell good. Fuckin hot stud. Let me have that."

Jeff snatched Marcus' cock from him like he owned it. He also took over stroking his dick with his surprisingly smooth palm keeping a tight grip while his tongue flung out and lashed on his ballsack.

Between slobbering on the head and mashing his face into the crevice between his thigh and crotch, Jeff said, "Mm, you been horny all night since I dropped you off?"

Marcus was enjoying all of the attention. His eyes were closed, but he nodded his head. "Yeah."

"Couldn't sleep?" Jeff asked.

"No."

"That's 'cause you need somebody to drain ya. Don't worry, Daddy's here and he's not goin' anywhere 'til this beast goes back to sleep."

Supremely pleased with himself, the giant man went back to working over his meaty cock, getting it soaking wet and cranking his hand around the shaft. Marcus groaned. Just as toe-curling as before.

Just as he was starting to lose himself in the pleasure, it stopped. He opened his eyes to see what was going on. Jeff was watching him react, loving the effect he was having on him.

"Hey baby," he purred. "You think you can handle all this ass?" Jeff was up on the bed on all fours with his ass raised high enough for Marcus to see it wobble as he rocked his hips. "Go ahead and get back there. Left some lube on the ground for ya and grab my poppers while you're at it."

"You're bossy," Marcus retorted as he shuffled out from underneath him. "You love it," came the reply. Marcus handed over the smaller bottle and listened to Jeff huffing on it while he took in the view.

Marcus had never seen a more perfect butt in his life. The curve was hypnotizing. It perfectly matched his waist in size and as smooth as it was, there were no marks or blemishes except a couple of freckles. God, it was huge and so juicy he wanted to take a bite out of it.

When Jeff started to rock his hips up and down, it bounced and the fat buttcheeks clapped together. Marcus couldn't look away. His dripping cock maddeningly hard, he reached forward and grabbed hold of the mounds to squeeze on them like two squishy pillows.

"Uhhhhh-huh. That's a big fat ass, ain't it? Get in there, baby. Bet you won't last a minute."

Marcus moaned quietly as the head of his cock pressed down into his soft ass crack and throbbed. The lube was silicon-based, his favorite, and when he poured it on, he felt a familiar heat.

Jeff bucked his hips backwards, making Marcus adjust his stance for balance. The effect was that his cock pushed in deeper, hotdogging along the slick, plush crevice. "Oopsie," Jeff mocked and Marcus could almost hear his grin.

Marcus smacked Jeff's ass cheek. The resulting wobble and bounce made him smile. "Ooh! That's it, slap that ass. Harder! Spank Daddy's ass, baby." Marcus did just that, using both hands over and over while his dick was kept nestled in the middle.

Precum jettisoned up and out from his cock's hiding place, the splurt landing across the smooth crater in the small of Jeff's back. "No fuckin way," Jeff croaked. "Already?"

He must've thought Marcus had already started cumming just from fucking into his ass crack. "No, man, I didn't cum yet. It's just so fucking... enormous!"

"Mm, that's what Daddy likes to hear. That load belongs deep inside me. Now, give it to me. Hold on tight and shove that big dick in there!"

Jeff was wagging his tail like a dog, twerking his ass up and down just like before, clapping his cheeks around the slippery dick that was pulsating and achingly hard.

Marcus held him by his wobbly globes, separated them so he could steady his aim and took a deep breath.

Then, carefully and while biting his lower lip, he took the plunge.