Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 02:59:20 -0400
From: buz cohn <mistertwister6996@gmail.com>
Subject: More tears / installment 1

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More Tears

Part 1

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A tri-tone indicated the arrival of a text message: "Downstairs,
Daddy", so I buzzed him in.  This one seemed promising based on his
response.  At 5'6" and 110 pounds he was just the right size - petite;
and although at 23 he was a bit older than I might have liked, the
accompanying pictures had sold me.  Cute and fey and gay with a look
in his eyes that fairly said "I'm a total fairy, please use me as
such!"


At 43, 6' and 155 pounds with a balding head of silver hair, I'm not
precisely every gayboy's dream dad.  Indeed, I'd been a skinny guy up
til recently, when middle age caught up with me and presented me with
the gift of a slight paunch which left me looking like an anaconda
that had just swallowed a goat.  Most of these pussyboys seem to be
looking for muscle daddies and here I was, more Ward Cleaver than Mr.
Clean.  In my favor: 1) the one muscle that pussyboys really care
about is quite impressive (that is to say, I have a big dick) and 2) I
seem to know exactly how to communicate what I'm looking for, in such
a way that the cocksucking pussyboy cumslut comes out in anyone who
reads my ads, so a posting would invariably bring me at least one
worthwhile subject, albeit after sorting through a whole lotta chaff
and bran.  You know - 50 year old guys who "always dreamed of being
used like that"; or maybe guys who were in the age range, 19 years
old, but 6'3 and 200 pounds - enthusiastic, but inelegant and not
really suitable for a guy like me to physically dominate.


So this one, coming up the stairs, seemed right on target.  Indeed,
his first reply fulfilled all requests, giving his full stats and
several face pictures.  In addition, he'd indicated that the scenario
described was his precise interest and (+1!) he'd addressed me as
"Daddy".  The ad he'd answered?

"43 yo wm, 6 ft tall, hundred fifty-five pounds,
hung eight inches cut, five thick,
negative, drug and disease free for same

So here's the routine when you arrive: No chit-chat. We head directly
into the bedroom where I feel you up, look you over, and try out a few
simple instructions (strip, kneel, show Daddy how much you want his
cock by making love to it through his jeans or underwear, etc etc).
Maybe make out a little bit and then let you show me how you take care
of nice big hairy low hanging balls -- and I'll bet you do know how to
make nice big hairy low-hanging balls feel really good, don't you,
baby boy?

If you do a good job on my balls, then you can lick your way up the
shaft to my cockhead and start working out the dick honey that will be
bubbling up there, licking it out of my piss slit with your tongue,
milking it out with your lips, smacking your lips on Daddy's cockhead
like a good horny little boy should.  After you get a nice taste of
Daddy's dick, you can slowly start working more of my cock into your
horny fucking mouth, til my cockhead is banging against the back of
your throat.

Of course, this is where the really dedicated little cocksluts are
separated from the boys, because a lotta boys think that's deep
throating, but you and I both know that's only REST POSITION. At that
point you have a little less than half of my cock in your throat,
which is where you should be when you're catching your breath. If
you're a well trained boy, you'll be able to take the rest all the way
down; if not, well, Daddy will see to it you learn how to swallow the
rest. Then, when you have my full rod owning your pussyboy mouth and
throat, THAT'S when you'll start to see God.

Your little boydick will start throbbing up and down uncontrollably
(not that you'll be noticing it, because you'll be all focused on
trying not to die with your throat stuffed full o' cock, but it always
amuses the hell out of ME) and you'll eventually start to struggle,
thinking you're about to lose consciousness. About two seconds after
you think you absolutely can't take any more, I will slowly start to
pull my cock out of your face, and it'll be dripping with your spit
and stomach juices and my precum. I'll cockslap you with it and rub it
over your pussyboy face while you catch your breath; but then I'll
grab your hair and start reinserting it, prolly a minute or two before
you think you're ready. Don't worry, though - your throat will adjust
soon enough.

Lather, rinse, repeat, until I pull out and blow a massive fucking
load all over your face. When I'm finished, your face will look like a
fucking glazed donut and you'll feel like a Times Square whore, but
you'll know what it means to be a real little pussyboy.

Get in touch w/ur face-pic n stats to start getting this set up.

BTW: For a first meeting, you would want to come over with an empty
tummy - don't eat for at least two hours before we meet, and don't
drink liquid right before either, or you'll find yourself licking up a
massive mess off the floor while Daddy takes the belt to your ass.


Anyway, that's the ad the little fairy headed up the stairs had
answered, and that's what I had in mind for him.  Let's just hope he
is as described...