A young, skinny 19-year-old boy is on his hands and knees on a King sized bed, his back arched slightly, revealing his toned, smooth back and the curve of his spine. His face is turned to the side, eyes closed, lips slightly parted as he bites his lower lip, trying to suppress any sounds of pleasure or discomfort. His skin is flushed, and a few strands of his messy, light brown hair fall across his forehead, adding to his youthful, vulnerable appearance.
Behind him stands a stocky, overweight 60-year-old man, his breath heavy and labored as he grips the boy's hips with his large, calloused hands. The man's belly, round and pale, presses against the boy's back as he leans over him, his movements slow and deliberate. The contrast between their bodies is stark—the boy's slim, toned frame and the man's soft, aging body. The man's eyes are focused and intense, a mix of lust and something almost predatory in his gaze as he looks down at the boy beneath him.
The older man, confident in his dominance, would start by taking control of the situation. He positioned the young boy on his hands and knees, taking a moment to appreciate the contrast between their bodies—a slim, toned backside and his own softer, more mature frame. He would then grip the boy's hips firmly, his rugged hands leaving marks on the smooth skin. The man would lean over, his belly pressing against the boy's back as he whispers in his ear, his breath hot and heavy. "You're mine now," his voice a soft but firm tone.
He would then guide himself into the boy, taking his time to ensure the boy is ready. Allowing the boy to adjust to his size and the sensation of being filled. He would watch the boy's reactions closely, a mix of lust and something almost predatory in his gaze. As the boy begins to relax and respond, the man would increase his pace, his grip on the boy's hips tightening as he drives into him with more force. The room would fill with the sounds of their breathing and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies meeting, the slight moaning of getting pounded harder and harder.
The older man, knowing what he wants, always ensures his pleasure is prioritised. He pulled the boy's hair gently to arch his back further, giving him deeper access inside. His movements would become more frensied as he chases his climax, speeding up and going deeper, his body slapping against the boy's with a raw, primal rhythm. Finally, with a grunt of satisfaction, he would reach his peak, four final thrusts, slow and hard all going balls deep into the boy's hole as the daddy breeds his boy, his body shuddering with release as he collapses onto the boy's back, spent and dominant still inside the boy.
Daddy lays there until his dick softens it's way out of the boy's hole, but as he pulls out and the boy finally thinks his hole is free, daddy reaches over with his right hand using his left hand to grab onto the boy's ass for grip, grabs a 5 inch buttplug and inserts it into his boy telling him
"my seed stays inside you for the rest of the day, got it!"
"Yes sir"
said the boy |
