Date: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 19:51:38 -0500
From: jasper adams <proseinourdreams@googlemail.com>
Subject: ryan phillippe. hot daddy.

***This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexuality of individual involved.***

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< Ryan Phillippe. Hot Daddy >

"Hey buddy, long time, huh?"

"Yah man..." Ryan Phillippe muttered, his baby-blue eyes sparkling as he
collapsed on the bench. He could barely see anything in the dark
night. Thank god for the moon and the stars. "Good game."

"How're the kids?"

"Oh... they're awesome..." Ryan smiled, flashing his sweet, adorable smile,
kicking off his old sneakers, feeling the cool relief of the night air on
his sweaty, socked feet. "A handful, but awesome."

"Well, your game still sucks."

"Shut the fuck up, dude," Ryan playfully punched his friend's arm as he
peeled his wet tank top off his sweaty, muscular torso, even more sculpted
and defined than his teen-idol days as a lean, blond twink. "I'm BUSY."

"Dude, your bod's looking better and better, if that's possible. Turning 40
agrees with you."

"Fuck off, man," Ryan laughed sheepishly. The actor leaned back lazily on
the bench like a cat, feeling the cool night air on his sweaty, hot skin,
wriggling his toes in his damp socks. "You're one to talk. I'm
38. Asshole."

"Hah. You know, I was surprised when you called. How's the girlfriend?"

"Oh. She's out of town. You and I haven't shot hoops in a while... so I
figured..." Ryan stammered, rolling gently the basketball next to him with
his feet, suddenly pensive, staring off into the darkness...

"A while. Yah... like two years, dude. We didn't get our b-ball game in
last year..."

"Yah man, I meant to call. Things got crazy with the kids and shit."

"We hadn't missed a game since 1997..."

"Dude... I'm sorry, okay? I wanted to..." Ryan's clear eyes suddenly became
watery. He felt his friend's intense body heat nearby, his own heart
beating faster. He smelled his friend's manly, sweaty musk... so close to
him.

"Did you call anybody else last year?"

"NO! Of course not!" Ryan blurted, his face turning red and
hot. "Just... you and me, dude..."

"Good... stand up."

"Listen... if you're mad at me, just... just tell me," Ryan pleaded as he
obeyed, standing above the bench with a leg on either side, facing away
from his friend. "Like we always..."

"Come on, buddy. Don't' be shy all of a sudden..."

"Well, quit trying to guilt me, dude...! you know how it is... ughnn!" Ryan
felt his basketball shorts being yanked down as he felt strong hands
bending him over, feeling the night air on his bare ass, his cock instantly
rock-hard and bouncing excitedly between his beefy, smooth thighs. He
gulped deeply. Heart pounding. Anxious.

Ryan gasped as he felt a hot mouth invading his smooth, sweaty ass crack,
licking and sucking wildly, unabashedly and hungrily. Ryan arched his
toned, glistening back like a cat, purring as he gave his ass up, grabbing
onto the hard bench for support as he stepped out of his shorts spread his
legs even further apart. His deep moans quickly climbed higher in register
with every tongue thrust and ass slap. High pitched whimpers escaped Ryan's
throat and filled the empty basketball court, his ass pushing back to meet
the insatiable mouth and tongue.

"No underwear. Still such a slut, huh?"

"Oh...ughnnn... please... ughn! Ughn!" Ryan begged as his eyes rolled to
the back of his head, feeling strong hands slap his firm, round ass cheeks,
leaving red hand prints all over. The hands spread his cheeks wide apart,
and the feeling facial scruff against his long-neglected taint and hole,
buried so deep, nearly made Ryan shoot his load right then and there. More
desperate whimpers... cries... squeals... body trembling... toes
curling... muscles tense... hole quivering.

"And people call you a DILF, a hot daddy... listen to yourself..."

"UGHN! UGHN!! UGHNN!!! Please... just... ughn... oh
shit... fuck... ughnn...!" Ryan was dripping precum on the bench, feeling a
forceful tongue enter his long-neglected hole. Over and over.

"Yah? Yah? You like that, bitch boy? Tell me what you are? Huh?"

"I'm... I'm... ughnn... oh fuck! I'm... your... (bitch boy...!) OH! JESUS
FUCK! UGHN! FUCK... FUCK DUDE!" Ryan felt a familiar finger invade his pink
hole, worming its way in deep, finding right away his prostate. Pressing on
it, flicking it, rubbing it. "Oh! GOD!
Slow... slow... down... shit... ughnnn!! Don't stop!"

"Who's the daddy here? Huh? Tell me!"

"Oh god... you... you're my daddy... please daddy... UGHN! UGHN!" Another
finger. Ryan was dripping so much precum, grinding his tight, man ass back
to meet the assaulting fingers. "You're... driving
me... fuck... crazy... ughnn!"

"Fuck! You're tight, bitch boy... not sure you can handle this anymore..."

"Oh fuck you! Just... just do it... ughnnn! Ughnnn! I've waited... oh
god... oh god! Far too long... ughnn! Ughnn! Oh yes!" Ryan felt a warm,
hairy chest pressed against his smooth, sweating back, feeling muscular,
hairy arms wrap around his trembling torso, feeling powerful legs kick his
own further apart, a selfish mouth and tongue on his neck, the long-lost
feeling of a leaking, greasy cock rubbing up and down his smooth ass crack
and begging hole. Ryan's heart was about to beat out of his chest.

"You want this, bitch boy? Huh? Who's the hot daddy now?"

"Oh god! You! Please... daddy... fuck... just... fuck
me... please... ughnn! Ughnn! Oh... shit! Fuck!" Ryan felt calloused hands
squeezing his worked-out pecs, thumb flicking at his quarter-sized nipples,
eliciting more pathetic, begging whimpers with every flick of the thumb,
his eyes rolling to the back of his head from the intense sensation. Ryan
squeezed his tight ass cheeks together, rubbing the fat cock lodged between
the two round mounds, desperate to... engulf it. His own 7.5 inch cock,
rock hard and erect, bouncing against his flat, toned tummy, leaving traces
of precum and glistening in the moonlight, threatening to erupt. "I need
it... please... god... just fuck me..."

"You're gonna make have to work for it, slut... come suck my cock... come
on... don't tell me you've forgotten how to suck cock in two years."

"Oh fuck... come on... dude...!" Ryan begged, his ass pushing back against
the hot cock, unwilling to let go. He was so close to getting what he
wanted after all these years.

"On your knees. NOW."

Panting hard and cock dripping, body still trembling from getting his ass
eaten out through and through, Ryan reluctantly but obediently got on his
knees and wrapped his red, puffy, quivering lips around the enormous penis;
Ryan was always amazed, year after year, at how large his friend's cock is,
how thick it is, how long it is, how much it smelled like piss and cum and
ass... all 9.5 inches of it... how much it aroused him.

"Yah, that's it... suck it good, bitch boy... fuck, you're so fuckin'
pretty with a big cock in your mouth... that's it... take it deep, choke on
it, boy."

Ryan gagged as he felt the huge cock push deeper into his out-of-practice
throat. Grabbing onto his friend's hairy, muscular thighs, Ryan felt tears
forming in his eyes as he struggled to keep up, tears trickling down his
beautiful face as he felt the huge cock rape his throat, harder and deeper
with every push. Whimpering, gasping for air, Ryan felt the monster cock
withdraw from his mouth, slapping his face, smearing saliva and precum all
over him. Smelling the man's sex, feeling the organ smacking his cheeks and
nose and chin, Ryan dared not touch his own cock right then: he knew he'd
cum all over himself right away.

"Come on, slut boy, you can do it... you never had trouble swallowing all
of it before... that's it... relax the throat... remember what daddy taught
you... THAT'S IT BOY!!!"

The cock reentered Ryan's wet mouth. Slowly, agonizing, every inch. Tears
streaming, choking, struggling to breathe, Ryan felt a pair of heavy, hairy
balls finally grinding against his chin, musky pubes on his nose, feeling
all of the engorged, rock-hard cock lodged in his throat and mouth, as he
swallowed every inch like a good ol' boy. Suddenly, Ryan felt the cock
ripped from his throat, his face stinging as he felt a calloused hand slap
strike him, his own cock raging - harder than ever - as he felt his friend
spit on his face, another slap, more spit. In a split second, a dumbstruck
Ryan was pinned to the ground on his back, feeling the heavy, muscled body
- still clothed in a sweaty tank and shorts save his exposed cock and balls
- on top of his own, prying his bare, smooth legs apart, feeling the giant
cock finally, FINALLY entering his long-neglected hole, punching through
his tight sphincter in one agonizingly slow yet deliberate push.

"UGHN! OH FUCK! UGHN!! FUCK!!! SHIT!!!!!!" Ryan struggled to breathe as he
felt a hairy forearm arm pinning him down by his throat, knocking the air
out of him. More spit on his face. Another slap, eliciting Ryan to whimper
like a girl, his socked toes curled in the air. His ass was burning. He
felt like he was being split into two halves as that cock buried itself
deep, feeling every half-inch of cock, taking seemingly forever but in
reality just a few seconds. Feeling the cock bottom out in his tight hole,
flexing inside him, Ryan grunted in pain and in heat, gripping onto the
muscular arms tightly as his taught six-pack stomach was instantly covered
with his own clear precum. The cock inside him flexed three more times in a
row - t was too much. Ryan cried out suddenly like a girl, his entire body
trembling with heat and sweat and pleasure. Cum would not stop leaking out
of him. "Oh! GOD! UGHN! UGHN! UGHNN!!"

"That's it. That's my good pussy boy. Still no self control after all these
years.  Come on. Scream. Scream as loud as you want. Nobody will hear you
out here."

Ryan screamed. Shrieked. Moaned. Grunted. Whimpered. Whined. Squealed. Cock
dripping, filling the grooves between his defined abs with cum, Ryan felt
the merciless cock withdraw to its fat mushroom tip, push back in until
hitting the absolute bottom of his shit track... withdraw... push in,
faster. Faster. Faster. Harder. Harder. Harder. Jack-hammering away at his
hole within seconds of entering it for the first time in two years, causing
the 38-year-old Adonis to cry and beg like a blubbering slut, making the
hot DILF lose all sense of propriety as he spread his legs and get fucked
like a woman, to be abused like a whore in heat, choked, slapped, spit on,
spanked.

"Does your girlfriend peg u like this? Huh? Does she fuck you like this?
You love it you little bottom bitch. Do you scream like this when she fucks
you? HUH? Does she know what a pussy you really are? Hmmm? Shut the fuck up
you little fag."

All Ryan could feel was the insatiable hunger in his ass, his wet stomach
overflowing with his cum, the dryness of his throat and mouth from
screaming, the heavy arm at his throat, and the stinging sensation on his
face. Now he felt his socks being ripped off his sweaty feet, all of sudden
smelling and tasting his dirty, smelly socks as they get shoved into his
mouth, muffling his cries of pleasure and pain.

"(UGHN!! UHGNN! UGHNN!)"

"That's it boy." Slap. Spit. "Cry. Come on. Scream."
Spank. Slap. Spit. "Take it. You can take it. Beg for it."
Slap. Spit. Spit. Spank. "You always had stinky feet, like little boys'
feet stank. Take it, kid." Fucking resumed immediately at breakneck pace as
tears welled up in Ryan's gorgeous blue eyes, feeling his hole destroyed
for the first time in so long, feeling the red marks on his ass cheeks and
face, body quivering from the greedy tongue cleaning every bit of sweat and
dirt from between his smelly, sweaty toes.

"Fuck you taste good. Just like I remembered. Nasty boy stink."

Dizzy from lack of air, Ryan desperately gasped during a brief second when
the heavy arm was lifted from his throat. Feeling both arms wrap behind his
neck, holding him tightly, Ryan breathed in the manly, sweaty jock smell he
so long had missed. He unabashedly screamed into his dirty socks: "(UGHN!
UGHN!N! OH GOD! YES! YES! YES!!!!)"

Ryan felt the muscular frame on top of him slam into his hole, brutally,
full force and weight of his muscle daddy, every inch of his cock pounding
in and out of his worn, broken man-cunt. Instinctively, Ryan held back his
bare feet with each hand, spreading himself wide, as open as he could,
submitting all of his manhole to his sex daddy, feeling that monster cock
relentlessly, mercilessly slam in and out.

As always, on the verge of begging for mercy through his sock-gag and
saying those words he'd never uttered to this man ("I can't take it
anymore!"), Ryan heard and felt what he had missed for two whole years, the
deep, animalistic grunts compounded with the last angry thrusts into him,
the gush of wet heat filling his insides, the heavy, muscular body
collapsing on top of his own, the hot, panting mouth on his own gagged
mouth, his smell, his cock, pulsating, flexing deep inside him...