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“Yeah, I like big cocks, but I’m no queen,” I said to the tall daddy, with a squared jaw and buzz cut. He met me leaving County Line’s backroom.”Well, I’m your man,” he said and pulled from his unzipped jeans an impressive cock, despite its flaccid state. His balls sat puffy in his big hand as he held the whole package up to the dim light. “It’s bigger when it’s angry,” he said and wiped away the cum that dangled from my goatee.The gesture not only intrigued me but also caused my drippy cock to grow. “Interested?” he asked.”Why me?” I asked.”Easy. You look hot, and from what I saw back there, you suck like a nursing baby.””I like you already,” I said. “Let’s have a beer and talk it over.”“Let’s do that,” he said, rubbing my ass, “but at my place. I don’t put on no show.”My look of concern caused him to add, “Don’t worry; workin’ a hot ass is all I’m about.”Shoot,” I said, “I was hoping you got crazy.”“I didn’t say I didn’t,” he said and smiled, expanding his goatee, his green eyes sparkling in the light. His smile caused deep dimples to form at the corners of his mouth.I have always been hot for tall daddy-types, especially those who kept reasonably fit. What really winked my asshole, however, were their deep voices, their masculinity, and their quiet confidence.This daddy had all three, and each time he spoke, the space behind my balls vibrated.”You driving?” he asked, as he led me through the forest of cowboys and a few leather isvecbahis men.But he wore denim, nothing but denim. The cotton shirt, denim jacket, and jeans over keen-toed boots enhanced his look as a man in the driver’s seat. And I guess I resided somewhere between a backseat passenger and riding shotgun.I did ride shotgun on our way to his house. Occasionally, I looked at his ruggedness, his lanky body, with legs so long that he steered between his knees. I ran my hand along the surface of his leg and up his cotton shirt. Under it, I could feel the furry warmth of his stomach and then slight ripple of abdominals. He looked over and flashed a dimpled smile. My ass winked several times.His condo held minimal furnishings; soft light glowed in corners, and luscious plants sat here and there. He went to the kitchen for a beer, and I sat on a leather couch as smooth as my hairless ass.”Nice place,” I said when he returned. “Minimal,” I said as if the observation mattered.”Thanks,” he said, politely, but my impression was his place wasn’t his focus.He searched my eyes and covered my mouth in a warm wet kiss. As short as the kiss was, it took my breath away. I drank my beer, recovered, and again, felt my ass wink; but this time my cock pulsed along with it.”So, why aren’t you taken?” I asked. “A big strappin’ daddy like you.””Who says I’m not?” he asked, and then leaned in again to take my breath away.”Then you do have a lover,” isveçbahis giriş I said, leaning away.”I don’t want to talk about me,” he said and began nibbling my ear.My expression asked for an explanation as I took up my beer.”You want the story or you want this hard cock?” he asked.”Can’t I have both?””No. You choose,” he said, then placed my hand on his angrier cock.”No doubt, cock it is,” I said and rubbed his impressive member.He grinned, grabbed my hand, and led me to the bedroom, furnished just as minimally.”Don’t sit down or take off your clothes until I come from the bathroom,” he said.I stood in silence. When he returned, my mouth formed an “O.” Silky black hair occupied his entire body. Spiraling out like blowing wheat, it ringed bushiest around his cock, fought for space around his torso, and gathered in tufts between his pecs. The silkiness of it shone in the light, as wave upon wave cascaded over his shoulders and down his arms. Small islands of it sat on his feet.And although I drooled at the sight of a severely furry man, my mouth had formed the “O” at the sight of his cock. It had grown to a size that recalled fertility gods I spotted in New Orleans’ French Market. Topped by a large dark-red hood, his cock speared northward, unphased by gravity. One large vein sent tributaries along the shaft that resembled a double-barrel rifle.”This is when they find some reason to leave,” he said with a softly sad expression isveçbahis yeni giriş that replaced the bravado he displayed in the bar.”But that’s not what I’m going to do,” I said and walked into his furry arms.”You’re staying?” he asked in husky voice.”Is a pig ass pork?” I asked with a sly grin.”Well, I don’t know,” he said, “I’ve never eaten a pig’s ass.””Oink,” I said.And we both laughed.We kissed as I slid my hand along his cock. The length of it intoxicated me. He fingered my ass, causing the lips to fold out in a small donut. And it occurred to me that if heaven did exist, I had found it on earth.He broke the kiss because I couldn’t. My mind and body had become an instrument, and I wanted him to play me.”Wait a second,” he said and took from a nearby closet a small black chair with a commode seat and no bowl. I used this on special occasions,” he said. “Sit down and let me taste some pork.”His tongue in my hole sent shivers to the top of my head and the tips of my toes. Their trips along my surface made me quiver, made my cock pulse precum, and turned my body into one big nerve ending. He flicked aside folds and stabbed areas never touched. And at each probe, my hole expanded beyond limits I thought impossible.”A talented hole,” he said between explorations.His words brought from me mounting desire, and his slow and loving technique contrasted sharply to any rimming encounter I had experienced. “You fucker,” I said. “Eat my hole, daddy.”The words came from my core; they came naturally and eagerly, and they came as if from a far-off place. If I had tried to script them, I was sure I wouldn’t recall their phrasings. I don’t know how long he worked my ass.

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