Date: Sun, 28 Aug 2011 20:10:07 -0400 From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com> Subject: Lukas ***This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of individuals involved.*** Hope you guys enjoy it. Remember to send in feedback or any other comments - it is all greatly appreciated! proseinourdreams@gmail.com proseinourdreams.blogspot.com ... "Hello?" "..." "Hello?!" "..." "Anyone there?" "(...!)" "Hangin' up now...!" "(Hey...,)" the voice mumbled on the other end. "Yes?" "(I'm calling about your ad..,)" the deep voice struggled to find the proper words. He had a thick European accent. German or Swiss. "Oh hey babe - talk to daddy." "(...!??)" "I said, talk to me." "Oh...," the guy on the other end stumbled through his language barrier. "You free tonight?" "What time?" "8...?" "Sure. You comin' here or me goin' to you?" "I cannot have anyone over..." "Ok. Anything you have in mind?" "(Oral...)" "Done. You cool with my price?" "(Ja...,)" the voice sounded nervous. His deep voice broke a bit. "Ok. 8 it is. Here's my address. Cash only." "(Ok...,)" he whispered and quickly hung up. --- At 9:30 pm, Daddy Mugs' doorbell rang. Three sharp rings. He had nearly forgotten about the nervous call from earlier. People like that flake out all the time. Branching out from his online porn site, Daddy Mugs had started matching his boys with clients who call via anonymous newspaper ads. He was careful not to mention his website or his name, obviously. In fact, he started using boys and men from competing porn companies as well, unbeknownst to the likes of Jake Cruise and Michael Lucas. The result is 'his' boys usually comes back with a huge wad of cash and crazy tales of nervous and old closet cases - ones who actually would call up these anonymous, picture-less ads for blow job and whatnot services. That night, Daddy Mugs had just sent out the last of his boys (or men, in this instance) to an older female client. Fuck, he muttered to himself as his doorbell rang again. Double booked. Shouldn't have sent Girth Brooks out. Daddy would have to take care of this one himself. As involved as he is with boys online, Daddy usually hated servicing real-life clients. He preferred them young, pretty and fresh. Opening the door, Daddy was pleasantly surprised. Nearly had the wind knocked out of him, in fact. There stood a boy-man, clad in a red tracksuit and a baseball cap drawn low over his eyes, with a large duffle workout bag across his chest. He looked actually quite familiar, Daddy thought to himself. "Come on in." Silently the boy-man entered and dropped his bag in the hallway and removed his cap, revealing a chiseled face with a bit of a light stubble and buzzed, light brown hair. His piercing light-green eyes and a twinkle of mischievousness to them but looked nervous as they darted around the room. He was fucking adorable. Athlete? Military? "Don't worry, just us..." Daddy moved in and placed a hand on the jumpy kid's shoulder, who must be in his early or mid twenties and not quite six feet tall. His shoulder, even through the tracksuit, revealed a well-muscled and compact, athletic build. Daddy's cock stirred. Shaking off Daddy's hand, the boy-man muttered, in a now distinctively German accent, his eyes sizing up Daddy and looking quickly away. "Where is your toilet?" "Over there," Daddy motioned and commanded. "Shoes off first." Much to his surprise, the boy-man obliged obediently, leaning over and untying his running shoes, giving Daddy an eyeful of his full and juicy ass. He was a bit sweaty, and his large, round ass cheeks filled out his track pants painfully well. Daddy had to adjust himself. Where the fuck have I seen this cutie before? At a club? Another site? Kicking the shoes to the side, the boy marched with authority to the bathroom and shut the door. Daddy heard the door lock. Picking up a sneaker, Daddy inhaled the scent of this apparent athlete. The pungent odor of a jock's sneaker permeated Daddy's nostrils - masculinity, sweat and sex. Oh fuck. Hearing the sounds of a heavy piss stream entering the toilet, Daddy quickly searched the hunky boy's bag, finding his wallet, which is filled with US dollars and Euro bills, and a German passport. Lukas Podolski. Oh that's right. Daddy exclaimed to himself. Quickly googling the name on his iPhone. 26 years old. Professional soccer player in Germany. Cute as a button smile. Newly married. One kid. Closet case. Daddy nearly dropped his phone. The toilet flushed and Lukas emerged, his windbreaker unzipped, revealing a tight, white tank underneath that showed off a sculpted athlete's chest and belly. His face was red and his whole body language was still tense. And silent. Lukas sat down on the couch with his legs spread slightly open and his arms draped loosely across the back of the couch, showing off a bit of his lightly-haired and sweaty armpits. Daddy smirked at his good fortune and approached Lukas, trying to joke around with him to loosen him up and elicit that devilish grin of his. When Lukas just looked at him with his piercing, steely eyes and stern, drawn lips, Daddy got the hint and got on his knees. Pulling down Lukas' workout pants was probably the single most thrilling thing Daddy Mugs had ever done. It was apparent that Lukas had just come from a gym, and he smelled like it too. Lukas raised obediently his ass for Daddy to wiggle down his pants. Peeling away the pants down to the boy's ankles, Daddy inhaled the scent of this athlete and unveiled a pair of smooth, hairless, beefy thighs and a runner's calves. Daddy nearly came right then when he saw that Lukas was still sporting a pair of tiny white bikini briefs, holding hostage a thick, meaty package. He removed the sweaty and still-moist socks and breathed in the stink of a man's sweaty feet. Daddy tossed aside Lukas' socks and pants. Daddy leaned in and licked Lukas' knee lightly and quickly. No response. Though, Daddy thought to himself, Lukas tasted delicious. Salty. He licked Lukas' upper thigh, harder and longer this time. No response. Daddy moved higher, feeling Lukas' body heat and smelling his masculine scent against his face. He gently peeled down the top of Lukas' tighty whities, and a huge, uncut cock unfolded onto Daddy's eager lips. FUCK a big one! Daddy exclaimed to himself. Indeed, Lukas had a thick, thick cock. As soon as Daddy's tongue probed the foreskin-covered head, the cock grew and expanded into a solid eight-inch monster, with a slight downward curve. It almost instantly started leaking pre-cum as well. Daddy engulfed the entire member in one gulp and finally elicited the first vocal response from the horny boy. "(ughnnnn...!)" Lukas gasped as Daddy deep throated his cock. His toes curled instinctively and he gripped the sides of the sofa with his fingers. Daddy picked up the pace and formed a tight vacuum with his mouth and throat. "Ughnnnn!" Lukas' breathing hastened as his cock was being serviced expertly by Daddy. He leaned his head back and shut his eyes tightly as he felt Daddy face fuck himself, faster and faster, on his swollen, monster cock. Lukas spread his legs even wider as he felt the older man's hands reach under his tank, feeling his smooth, cut abs and bulging pecs. "UGHHN!!!" Lukas grunted loudly as Daddy found his sensitive nipples. "OW! Not so har ... UGHN!!!!!! SHIT!!! UGHHN! OH!!!!" Daddy ignored the German soccer boy's request as he pinched and flicked both nipples hard and rough while deep-throating one of the prettiest cocks he's ever sucked. Despite the protest, Lukas' cock swelled even harder. Like a rock. His balls tightened underneath as Lukas raised both knees and planted his size-13 feet on the couch and moaned even louder, bordering on cries. "OHHH!! UGHNN!" A sight to behold. Daddy took the opportunity to stick his tongue out to taste the stinky toes of this soccer stud. This drove Lukas wild as the boy buckled under Daddy's nipple twisting and kinky toe licking. "OH SHIT! OH SHIT!" "You like that? Dirty boy?!?" "(YES! YES!!) YES!! HARDER!" Lukas certainly came out of his shell and suddenly lost all previous reservations. His body submitted to Daddy's tongue and mouth and hands. He felt Daddy's vacuum mouth re-inhale his leaking cock in one gulp. Lukas was overheated and threw off his track jacket and pulled his tank up behind his head, revealing what Daddy only had imagined before as the most perfectly cut athlete's body possible - thick, muscled and defined, smooth and hungry for abuse. "UGHHNNNN!" "Say you love it!" "I love it!!!" "Louder!" "I LOVE IT!!! FASTER!" "SAY DADDY PLEASE!" "DADDY PLEASE! FASTER! I LOVE IT!" "SAY DADDY SUCK ME!" "DADDY (UGHNNN!) SUCK ME!" "SAY DADDY MAKE ME CUM!" "(UGHNNN) DADDY... (GASP) ... MAKE ME (OHHHH) CUM! PLEASE" "SAY DADDY I'M YOUR FAGGOT BOY!" "(UGHNNN!) DADDY! (GASP) I'M... (GROAN!) (MOAN!) YOUR... (GAAAH! SHIT SHIT SHIT!) FAGGOT BOY!!! OHHHHH!" "SAY IT AGAIN!" "(OHHHH!) DADDY! (GRUNT) I'M... (WHINE!) (~SHIVER~) YOUR... (UGNNN!!) (~TREMBLE~)... FAGGOT BOY!!! MAKE ME CUM DADDY PLEASE DADDY!" Lukas was in quite an unabashed state. The 'straight' athlete cried in pleasure AND total abandon as Daddy began pumping his cock roughly as his mouth moved upwards to lick all over his sweaty belly, pecs. Lukas screamed and submitted and wrapped his muscled legs around Daddy's body as he felt Daddy bite his nipples. His body writhed in pleasure like a horny stripper as he locked his ankles behind Daddy, drawing the older man close. With Daddy's mouth latched on to his swollen left nipple, Lukas gripped the sides of the couch tightly, curled his toes, and felt Daddy milk every drop of cum out of his balls while he fucked roughly Daddy's pre-cum-covered fist. Lukas did not notice two of Daddy's fingers buried deep inside his ass nor did he realize Daddy had been furiously fucking his virgin asshole with his thick fingers. ""UGHNHNNNN!!! OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT!!!" Streams of thick, milky cum erupted from Lukas' cock. Daddy noted the boy had released his death grip on the side of the couch and was biting one fist while gripping tightly to the back of Daddy's head as Daddy nursed on his nipple. Lukas' feet were flexed and his legs stretched so wide in the air almost into a split as his body shook and shivered and quivered underneath Daddy. "(Oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck...)." Lukas was flushed red and glistening with sweat. More expletives in German followed. Daddy's neck and chest were covered in Lukas' cum as he unlatched his teeth from the boy-man. He leaned down and began sucking dry Lukas' cock, which sent the boy into quite a post-coital body spasm, buckling like a wild horse ridden for the first time. Daddy gently removed his fingers from Lukas' ass. "(Oh god oh god oh god...)" Lukas shook and covered his eyes with his hands as he felt the remnants of his cock and balls being drained. His legs fell back down. Lukas tasted so fresh and sweet and damn hot! "Ok boy," Daddy leaned back, licked his cum covered lips and slapped gently Lukas' meaty thigh. "You're all set." It was like a total shift in personality. Hearing those human words, Lukas' body tensed and straightened like a soldier. The obscenity of just a few seconds prior wiped clean. Lukas quickly stood up and got his clothes back in order. He hastily found his bag and wallet and handed Daddy a wad of cash. More than the ad had demanded. "(Thanks...)" Lukas managed one of his trademarked, well-known grins to Daddy as he turned to exit Daddy's apartment. This was surely one for the record books, Daddy chuckled himself as he shut the door and locked it. Still covered in cum, Daddy returned to the living room and plopped his heavy frame down. He turned the TV and DVD player on, and on the giant flat screen appeared Lukas' glistening body, in HD and color, writhing in pleasure, with his legs opened wide in the air, feet flexed and ready to cum all over. Daddy turned off the mute and pulled out his own thick cock. "(UGHNNN!) DADDY! (GASP) I'M... (GROAN!) (MOAN!) YOUR... (GAAAH! SHIT SHIT SHIT!) FAGGOT BOY!!! OHHHHH!" "SAY IT AGAIN!" "(OHHHH!) DADDY! (GRUNT) I'M... (WHINE!) (~SHIVER~) YOUR... (UGNNN!!) (~TREMBLE~)... FAGGOT BOY!!! MAKE ME CUM DADDY PLEASE DADDY!" ""UGHNHNNNN!!! OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT!!!" "(Oh shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck...)." "(Oh god oh god oh god...)" ... A month later, Daddy's phone rings. ""Hello?" "..." "Hello?!" "..." "Come on over, boy."