Page 11 of Thrust Me Daddy

Anyway, as I was saying…

With thoughts of Trent’s naked body on my mind for the entirety of the journey, and the fact that my truck has the classic low-hum vibration thing going on underneath my seat, it was more or less assured that my dick was going to be as hard as steel. And so it was.

‘Okay, just about there should do it,’ I say as I park the truck at the furthest end of the lay-by, with not another truck or car in sight. ‘Better to just get it out of my system right here and now…’

I close the blinds on my side windows and then move from my driver’s seat into the bed of seats just behind and quickly unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and pull them down to my knees.

‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m hard,’ I say, almost laughing as I pull my briefs down and watch my thick, long dick slap up against my stomach. ‘This isn’t going to take very long…’

As hard as I am, I’m also so horny that I think a single touch from Trent would send me over the edge right now. But because it’s me, I figure I can at least extend the pleasure just a little bit longer.

I reach over to the small storage unit at the side of the cabin and quickly pump so lubricant into my palm.

I gasp in delight as I clamp my wet, sticky palm over the base of my cock and work it up and down. I keep it slow, tight, and in control. The temptation might be there to go all out and get my rocks off in double quick time, but I want to make sure that this is the only time I do this on the journey.

‘Make me yours, Daddy,’ I say as I imagine Trent holding me down, working his cock into my mouth, my ass, and anywhere else he wants to put it. ‘Make me your biggest Little cock hungry boy…’

Speaking such horny words out loud is definitely not going to help me make this last. And with my wet hand squeezing, pulsing, and pumping on my cock I quickly realise that I’m fighting a losing battle…

‘Oh shit!’ I groan, my strong ass clenching and my quads flexing and stiffening as my dick erupts like a volcano and shoots four thick, hot ropes of cum up into the air and onto my stomach. ‘Jeez. Wow. What the hell.’

I can feel my heart thudding and my mind running wild with all the things that a Daddy like Trent could do to me. For a brief second, I think I might even need to keep on wanking my cock and go straight into a second orgasm.

‘Urgh. No more,’ I say, giggling to myself as I drain the last drops of cum from my love stick. ‘OMG.’

I’m not sure if I’ll ever see Trent again, but if I can keep him in my memory bank I certainly will. I haven’t had a release like that in as long as I can remember.

And as my heart rate begins to settle I’m satisfied in the knowledge that at least I’ll be able to get through the remainder of the journey in a less horny state.

‘Daddy Trent…’ I say, a wry smile on my face. ‘If only…’

Chapter 4

Trent

Seeing Mikey at that cute diner really didsomethingto me.

I spent the journey back home with Ranger talking about how sweet Mikey seemed, how adorable his stuffie was, and how God damned hot the boy was too.

We finally decided to make a break for it when the storm eased, and just about managed to avoid the worst of the weather. It wasn’t exactly plain sailing though, and I was definitely glad to be in the relative security of my SUV rather than my Porsche 911.

Either way, after dropping Ranger off at his place, I felt pretty lucky to return home to a warm and comfortable house in the hills.

And now here I am.

My house has all the modern comforts you’d expect from an architect designed home. It’s sleek, well-crafted, and has just about the best energy saving and environmentally conscious design you could imagine.

But no amount of elegant styling and top of the range gadgets can make up for the fact that it’s just me, myself, and I that lives here.

Sure, I’ve got a good group of friends and during the day and evening I’m never short of company. But when it comes to nighttime, there’s simply no escaping the fact that I’ve only got myself for company.

Maybe this explains why in the past I’ve found myself partying and hooking up with a series of boys. I’m someone who needs human contact, and if that contact happens to be a spanking or a sixty-nine, then I’ve never been one to complain!

As I spoke to Mikey in the diner, a part of me was tempted to flirt harder and see whether I could make a quick connection with the boy. After all, there’s no denying the fact that the baby boy is one hot piece of big, strong, muscly ass.

But then something stopped me.

I’d been thinking about how tired I was of quick hookups a lot, so why was I about to go down that road again?

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