Im a chicken hawk. Unapologetically so. I love young juicy c**** as long as they’re legal; no underage boys. I was never a priest or a Boy Scout leader. I love that young dicks stay hard and shoot all day or all night in my a** and mouth.
In life, attitude is everything. I am a happy guy despite what happened to me. Five years ago, I sold my tech company for a shitload of money and retired at 42. “Shitload” is a technical term for a check with 9 zeroes on it.
That gave me time to pursue my pervy hobby, travelling the world for exotic c***. If not abroad, I cruised the gay bars in West Hollywood for t**** studs. I’d take them to my home overlooking Malibu Beach to f***, or we’d go to the restroom to swap blowjobs.
I wasn’t above driving to one of the seedier parts of L. A. and getting a cute, hung street hustler into my car for a quickie b******. Especially if he had on insanely tight jeans that advertised a monster c*** for me to s***.
Two years after I took up a life of freaky debauchery, I was driving down the street when some stupid mother fucker blew through a red light, T-boned my car and rolled me. I was in a coma for three days and in intensive care for three weeks.
I was lucky to survive. I was f*****’ lucky that Brad assigned to be my physical therapist. He was 20 years younger than me. He was the kind of t**** I’d loved f****** me for a decade. Blond hair. Blue eyes. Muscular. Hung like a horse under his tight hospital scrubs. There was an attraction between us.
Once, while Brad was helping me stand, I ‘accidentally’ brushed my hand on his semi-hard c***. He smiled and leaned in to hump my hand. I guess he liked it. He sported a big wet spot where his d*** oozed precum. He was a full-service therapist. Late at night he’d come to my room to s*** my c***, or he’d straddle my chest and let me jerk him off so he could shoot his wad in my mouth and I could taste his yummy jism. All part of my ‘recovery.’
I was partially paralyzed from the waist down. After I was discharged to go home, I asked Brad to quit the hospital to come live with me and care for me full time. We became lovers shortly thereafter. He was s***. He was hung. He needed s** as much as I did, but it wasn’t easy. For a while, I could only s*** his c*** if he face fucked me. Lucky for me, he loved sucking my big c***. It still got rock hard. I couldn’t f*** Brad, but we worked on ways that he could f*** me. I hadn’t been bred in months.
Gay men always need variety and we were no different. I was limited in my mobility and didn’t much want to go to gay bars. Brad asked to be let off the leash once in a while to get laid properly. I agreed as long as he brought some strange young c*** home for me to service from time to time. He was good at seducing guys and convincing them his Daddy was a great cocksucker.
One of the first ones Brad lured into my bedroom was Trevor, a 21-year-old stud with a c*** that never got soft. The two of them could have been twins, right down to the wispy blond pecker tracks above their uncut donkey dicks. Trevor wasn’t put off by my situation. He eagerly straddled my chest and rubbed his big c*** on my face. I reached up to play with his foreskin before I circled my tongue inside and around the cockhead. He gripped my head as I gripped his hard b*** cheeks. We both had the same idea. His rock-hard erection in my c** hungry throat. Trevor released my head and braced himself on the headboard and pounded my mouth like crazy. I squeezed his a** to spur him on.
When I rolled my tongue into a point and stroked the underside of his d*** as it traversed my mouth, he shuddered and blew his huge load. Brad had prepped Trevor to know that he was to ejaculate all his boycum in my mouth, not my throat. As he began shooting, I licked his c** slit. I’d found that was the best way to get guys to o***** longer and feed me the entire contents of their nutsacks.
Brad was giving me a super b****** at the same time. I came not long after Trevor pulled out of my mouth. Brad knew I wanted him to swallow as little of my jism as possible. He got between me and Trevor to feed me. Then I pulled Trevor down to cumshare the mixture of my c** and his with him.
Brad and I decided we needed to spice things up, so he set up a ’50 Shades’ room. I ordered a sling apparatus. I could be positioned in it so my pucker was exposed and I could be fucked. The first time he pounded my a** was electric. I begged him not to stop. He stroked my twitchy a** for a half hour, seeded me, left his c** slicked b**** inside me, bent over to tongue f*** me for about ten minutes, then did me for another 30 minutes.
Trevor helped Brad get me into the sling, and my feet into the stirrups. They took turns f****** me relentlessly for two hours. I really wished we could have done it in bed and I could have wrapped my legs around their hips for intimacy. That night, it wasn’t intimacy. It was just raw s**, and more raw s**. For the first time in two years I was s******* satisfied. Trevor was a regular guest in our bed. Some nights I just lay next to them as they flip fucked. At my request, they’d f*** using rubbers so I could drink their jism.
A few weeks after Trevor’s first visit, Brad brought home Mike. This was rough trade the likes of which I hadn’t fucked with since my last trip to the back streets of Amsterdam. Mike was about 5′ 6″ tall and looked too young to be legal. He had a t********** muscle shirt on his well-developed torso emphasizing his big hard n******. His f*****’ jeans looked like they were painted on. Mike was commando underneath. His massive c*** was laid out horizontally and his huge mushroom looked soooo f*****’ luscious. His muscular b*** cheeks looked like two hard melons. I was leaking precum like I was p******.
I whispered, “Brad, where did you pick up this young stud? Is he f*****’ legal?” He whispered back, “You really want to know? His ID says he’s 19. I checked. It’s your birthday next week. I went looking for a guy who likes some rough action.” I beckoned Mike over to stand in front of my chair. I rubbed his fat b**** through his jeans. He unzipped and struggled to haul the monster out. Brad stood naked behind Mike and reached around to undo his belt buckle and peel his pants off.
Brad pushed Mike forward so he had to spread his legs to move close enough to me so I could pick up the monster and s*** it. Mike held my head so he could pump my mouth hard. I reached to grip his hard a** cheeks and spread them so Brad could slip his engorged c*** into Brad’s a**.
Mike pistoned his body so he impaled my mouth with his monster with one stroke, and he fucked Brad’s prick on the reciprocal stroke. Mike’s head was back and his eyes closed in ecstasy as his d*** and prostate were being abused. This little fucker was a c** factory. In all my years of being a voracious cocksucker, I’d never had a stud flood my mouth like a firehose of tasty jism.
Brad filled Mike’s boycunt with his load. He pulled out and yanked Mike’s hands behind him and put them in handcuffs. A blindfold and b**** collar completed the transformation. Brad leaned over and whispered into Mike’s ear, “You f*****’ b****! Your only reason for living is to serve me, your Master and my Lord. Understood, b****?” Mike said, “Yes, Master.” Brad had a paddle that he smacked Mike’s a** with. “You w****! You’re to speak only when I give you permission.”
Brad helped me get onto the bed we had in our s** den. He led Mike to the bed and lifted the blindfold enough so Mike could see my throbbing b****. “Impale your worthless a** on my Lord’s beautiful c*** and pump it until you feel the gift of his jism.” He yanked the chain on the collar and said, “Understand, w****?” Mike nodded as Brad replaced the blindfold.
Mike knelt astride my groin and Brad guided my prick as Mike lowered his pucker down onto my prick. F***! It was heavenly! This trashy little fucker had skills. Without his hands or eyesight, he used just his knees and hips to slowly, slowly stroke his tight a** up and down on my hard throbbing prick. Brad had gotten out the horsehair whip to lightly rap Mike across the a**. Brad leaned into Mike’s ear. “If my Lord isn’t completely drained, I’ll whip your a** until it bleeds. Got to it, w****. My Lord needs his nutsack drained.”
Mike increased his pace and I was in nirvana. The sensations of a great f****** washed over me. I looked up to see Brad standing on the bed, facing Mike. He was whacking Mike across the face with his stiff d***. “Open up, Mike. I need to get off, too.” He held Mike’s head and fiercely fucked his face. After five minutes, Brad shot his wad in Mike’s mouth and dismounted.
Brad knelt behind Mike and began to stroke his monster c***. Mike moaned. When I reached up and twisted Mike’s hard n******, he squealed and shot a humongous stream of jism that splashed all over me from my hairline down to my abs. I was aroused and thrust my c*** into Mike and ejaculated my load.
Brad unlocked the handcuffs, removed the blindfold, yanked on the b**** collar chain, and told Mike to lap his c** off my body. Mike sensuously licked me like a cat. He licked and fed me his jism and repeated until I was clean. Brad asked me, “Daddy, are we done with this p************? Want me to take him back to the shithole he came out of?” I nodded, Yes.
They dressed and left after Brad put me in our bed. I was lightly dozing when he returned and crawled in with me. “Brad, how much did that little tramp cost you?” He kissed me and said, ” Don’t ask. Don’t tell. It’s your birthday, Daddy. But I gave Mike a nice b****** as a tip before I Ieft him where I found him.”
I held Brad to me. “Did you get a number, so we can have him back?” He answered, “Don’t worry, he works the same corner all the time, selling his a**. I know where to find his big c*** anytime you want it.”
“Brad, I love you. Will you marry me?” He kissed me and said “Yes, Daddy. I’ll marry you.”