37 comments/ 101095 views/ 50 favorites I Begged Him To Kiss Me! Ch. 01 By: abcuma77 "What a beautiful morning!", I thought to myself as I drove home from the airport. I had just seen my wife off on a two-week trip to visit some friends in Europe, and I was looking forward to some alone time. I work from my home office, but I had very little to do while she was away, so I planned for a couple of weeks of relaxation and to catch up on some reading. As soon as I arrived home, I slipped out of my jeans, shirt and underwear, and pulled on a pair of surf-shorts. I grabbed a book and a 6-pack and headed out to one of the communal swimming pools in our complex. Our apartment complex is huge, and would be better described as a resort, with several pools, gyms and playgrounds for kids. I decided to head to one of the smaller, quieter pools in the hopes of catching a little sun and reading in peace. The plan worked. There was nobody else around, so I cracked a beer and began to enjoy this perfect day. After about an hour, an older gentleman, perhaps late 60's or early 70's, arrived and gave me a nod as if to say "Hey". He was dressed in a terry cloth robe, and he walked past me toward the hot-tub adjacent to the pool. As he removed his robe, facing away from me, I remember smirking to myself at the fact that his swimsuit was a little red speedo. It was especially comical to me because he was a big man, well over 6-feet and easily 200lbs. I went back to my book, grateful that it was a quiet old man invading my solitude instead of a pack of raucous kids. Ten minutes later, I heard the words "Nice day for it.", and looked up to see the old fellow toweling off in front of me. "Hmmm?", I replied. "It's a perfect day for a cold beer", he reiterated. He didn't have a beer in his hand so I took it as a signal that he'd like one. "Yeah, it sure is...", I replied, "Would you like one?". He replied that that would be great, and as I reached into the 6-pack, he threw his towel onto the lounger next to mine. When I looked up, I was stunned. No more than a couple of feet from my face was the most impressive 'package' I have ever seen. The old guy's cock and balls stretched the speedo fabric to near transparency. It wasn't that I was looking at it, exactly, but it would have been simply impossible to ignore. Either way, after a second or two of being mesmerized by this freakish sight, I caught myself and brought my eyes up to meet his... "Here you go, Sir.", I kind of stammered, hoping he hadn't noticed my faux-pas. "Thanks, son... And don't think I don't appreciate being called 'Sir'... so few youngsters have any respect for their elders these days." He accepted the beer and sat down next to me. "Wife at work?", he asked, following with "I noticed your ring". I told him that she was gone for a couple of weeks and he nodded sagely, "Good for a marriage, a little time apart to pursue your own interests". He obviously wanted to chat, so I put down my book and engaged in conversation with him. He was a nice old fellow, and interesting, too. He told me all about his life, how he had been a widower for the last 8 years, and how it was nice to talk to someone as his kids lived across country and rarely called or visited. We each opened another beer an continued to chit-chat. Before long, we had finished the 6-pack. I offered to grab another from my apartment, but he insisted that he had some in his place and that he couldn't keep drinking mine. "Do me a favor and grab a sixer from my fridge while I take a dip, son. Here's the keys, it's apartment 112, just over there..." and he pointed to one of the apartments adjacent to the pool. "Sure", I complied, and grabbed his keys. I entered his apartment and went straight to the fridge. The layout was identical to my own, but the art and furniture were much more expensive. When I opened the fridge, I couldn't see any beer. I bent over to check the bottom shelf, but still nothing. "Am I out again?" I jumped as I heard the voice. My new friend was directly behind me, dripping wet, speedo still bulging and dark, cigar-butt sized nipples protruding from the silver hair that carpeted his leathery, tanned chest. "Did I scare you?". "Uh... no, sir... I just wasn't expecting you... yeah, there's definitely no beer in there... but I can go and get some", I offered. He dismissed the idea with a wave of his hand and brushed past me toward the fridge. As he did, he whispered in my my ear, "Nah, let's fix some margaritas instead". That huge package of his brushed against my hip as he spoke and I flinched once more. "Jumpy little thing, aren't you", he grinned, "Don't worry, you're safe with me", and he patted my ass! I wasn't sure if it was in a 'coach' kinda way... or not. Maybe 3 beers before noon had me thinking crazy but he seemed a little deliberate about it. I ignored it and decided to get out of his way, but that wasn't going to happen! He asked me to cut some limes while he mixed the drinks. Not wanting to be rude, I stood at the counter and began to slice the fruit. Almost immediately, my host was behind me, much closer than I felt comfortable with. So close, in fact, that I could feel that big bulge brushing against my ass! He brought his arms around me and began guiding my shaking hands as I clumsily attempted to cut the small, juicy limes. The strangest thing started to happen to me... with my front trapped against the counter, and my back and sides completely enveloped by this large, commanding man... my cock began to twitch and inflate. "You seem nervous, son..." whispered my captor, so close to my ear that I felt his warm, moist breath "Are you uncomfortable?". I was mortified! If I said 'yes', and moved, he'd definitely see the tent forming in the front of my cotton shorts - If I said 'no', and stayed where I was, that would just encourage him to further invade my space! While my brain processed this dilemma, my mouth stammered something akin to "Uhh... well... no... Uhh, it's ok". "OK?!!", I thought to myself, "Of course it's not fucking OK! This old guy is obviously hitting on me!". But during this frantic, secret conversation with myself, the more primal region of my brain was acutely tuned to the physical stimulation of my body. My hands were willingly being manipulated by his, my butt screamed out to me that there was a foreign object nestling against it, and my cock... well by now it was so hard it was aching. "Tell me, son... have you ever kissed a man?", came that close, warm, intoxicating whisper. "NO!", I answered, almost TOO emphatically, "I'm straight! Please don't!". He just laughed gently. HE LAUGHED AT ME! "Don't worry, boy. I'm not going to kiss you... well, not unless you beg me to...", and he laughed again. "I just wondered... since you seem to be OK with having another man this close to you". He reached down slowly toward my crotch and immediately discovered my cock standing straight up, with a pride that completely contrasted with my own shame at him having discovered my arousal. His touch overloaded my nerves. I felt electricity shoot from my cock to my brain and back again, my muscles went weak, I could hear the blood pumping around my body, and when he gave my whole cock a gentle squeeze with his big, powerful hand, I almost fainted! "I guess you're MORE than ok with it", he rasped in my ear as he continued to squeeze, "Do you like me touching you?", and I'm sure I felt him thrust his crotch ever-so-slightly toward my ass. My mind was racing. Consciously, I was fully aware of just how wrong this was, but deep inside the primitive limbic region of my brain, I was being controlled by the pleasure I was feeling from his firm grip on my cock. I wanted to run... to get away from this man who had taken control over MY BODY, but I just couldn't! As he gently moved his hand up and down my shaft, my breathing turned to panting. I didn't have the power to stop him - to even utter the word "No". He brought his other hand up to my chest and found my nipple with his forefinger and thumb. He tweaked and pinched in a manner that was right on the border of pain and pleasure, all the time rubbing his package against my clenched butt and breathing heavily into my ear. "Why don't we get rid of these", he whispered assertively as he pulled at the drawstring on my shorts. My cock, bereft of his touch, twitched impatiently. As my shorts fell to the ground, it bobbed around in the air, desperately seeking the pleasure of his touch. It didn't have to wait long! His hands returned to my now naked body, and when he gripped my shaft once again, the sensation was sheer ecstasy! He placed a foot between my ankles, using it to spread my legs and allow his crotch to nuzzle between my ass cheeks. He continued his ministrations on my nipples, weakening my will and making me feel sublimely submissive - like I was a toy to be played with... an object of pleasure for this man. I could feel his cock growing as it fought against the lycra of his speedo and tried to burrow it's way further between my cheeks. My seducer continued to jerk me off ever-so-gently, as he challenged me: "You like the way I touch you, don't you boy". I nodded weakly. "You want me to let you cum?" "Yes please, sir", I answered breathily. He knew I would do anything he told me at that point, and he used that knowledge to pull me even further into his world of depravity... "Turn around and get down on your knees, son", he growled into my ear. With my defenses obliterated by his expert caresses on my body, I was powerless to question his order so I dropped obediently to my knees in front of him, looking up at him like a docile puppy. "Good boy", he praised, before putting both hands behind my head, gripping my hair and thrusting his crotch into my face. He mashed his semi-erect cock and big balls into my face and rubbed them all over me like an animal marking territory. I could barely breathe! Looking back now, I think this was the moment he broke me. Here I was, a straight married man on my knees, permitting another man to do this to me. Nothing but the flimsy speedo stood between his cock and my face, and I did nothing to stop him! My own cock still stood straight up in all it's glory, yearning for his touch to return. When he pulled back after a couple of minutes, I looked up and met his eyes as a different person - a compliant little boy waiting for orders from his master. "Take them down, son", he commanded, referring to the speedo. I reached up slowly with both hands, grabbed the waistband and pulled the little red speedo down... To be continued... Daddies, please tell me what you'd like to happen in chapter #2 I Begged Him To Kiss Me! Ch. 02 Still gazing into his hypnotic, commanding eyes, I pulled down the the speedo and liberated his cock from its tight lycra prison. His weighty, engorged member slapped my chin as I released it... making me flinch and eliciting an altogether too feminine gasp. "Where did that come from?" I vaguely remember questioning. My new master chuckled at my coy reaction. He gripped my hair in his hands, pulled my head away from his crotch and directed me to "Take a good look at it, baby. I saw you checking it out at the pool. Now you're going to see it REAL close!" My eyes tilted down from his... over his tanned, silver-haired chest with the nipples as fat as fingertips and as dark as chocolate... over the full, bronzed belly with the grey trail... over the matted rug of black, bushy pubic hair, flecked with white... to the truly magnificent specimen of manhood that hung between his legs! Another unintentional gasp escaped me. His cock still wasn't fully erect - though it arced out from his body - but it was easily 7 inches long already! My fingers were still hooked in the waistband of his speedo, halfway down his thighs and I remember comparing its girth, side-by-side, to that of my wrist! I looked straight back up at him with what must have been such a wide-eyed, quizzical expression that he felt the need to answer it. He pulled my face into his thick, bushy pubes and said "Sniff that, baby. That's what a man smells like!". Why he accentuated the word "man", I'll never know... perhaps he thought I might have him confused with a horse! The aroma was intoxicating. The chlorine from the pool was definitely present, but lying beneath it was a chemical cocktail that my own biological receptors were powerless to resist. After the first couple of forced, stifled huffs, I began to fill my lungs with his scent like it was my life's breath. The heat of his cock was burning my cheek, and when he pulled me away again by my hair, the air didn't taste as sweet anymore. His monstrous dick was now standing at 90-degrees and at least an inch longer than before. Standing straight out like that, it was practically touching my face. Despite all the bravado I'd ever spoken about being my own boss and fearing nothing... I was petrified! Once again, I gazed up into my new master's eyes. As much as I had never wanted to be here - never imagined myself in this situation - I didn't know what to do next, so I let him lead me... and lead me, he did. "Why don't you kiss it, my dear?" he said, quite matter-of-factly, "You know you want to." And just like that - mesmerized by this man's power - I did! I planted the tiniest little kiss on the side of the tip of his cock. I KISSED ANOTHER MAN'S COCK! What the fuck had I turned into? I looked up at him again as if I had no control over my own destiny... as if seeking his approval. His approval was evident as his cock pointed upward another 5 degrees, he moaned a gentle "Mmmmm" and said "Don't stop, baby. Kiss Daddy's cock all over." so I gave his hardening member another 'auntie' kiss. I guess I was thinking that pleasing him like this would make this nightmare end and that I could go back to my life, but I should have realized that I was just encouraging him. "That's it, Sweetie... keep kissing Daddy's cock." he breathed. "Look at how big and hard you make it!" I moved my head back and it was indeed bigger, harder and standing up straighter than before. Just seeing this made my own cock throb and drool pre-cum. It hadn't been touched in minutes, yet I felt close to orgasm and I could feel my asshole twitching and winking. That had never happened before! I gave his glorious cock another kiss, this time with a little more intensity... like I meant it. Then another... then another three in quick succession. The response was obvious. It now stood straight up, hard as steel and throbbing menacingly. After minutes of being entranced by my seducer's cock, I finally took a look at his balls. They were proportionate to his dick... that is to say that they were mammoth in comparison to my own normal size. As I instinctively went in for another kiss to his cock, my hand moved in to cup and weigh his egg-sized testicles. I just couldn't help myself! I rolled them around as my kisses became ever-more passionate up and down his manhood. His approving grunts and moans only increased the fervor of my kisses. The louder he moaned, the more ardent my kisses became, which only made him moan even more... a perpetual cycle of lust! Until suddenly, he pulled me away by my hair from his his gorgeous cock - and yes, by now it was gorgeous to me - more desirable than any pussy I had ever encountered. A perfect pearl of pre-cum sat atop its large, shiny purple head. I gazed up at this supreme alpha male, doe-eyed and wondering if I'd done something to displease him. The cockiness in his eyes was unmistakable and I briefly wondered how many women (and men!) he had seduced into this very position with his breathtaking tool. He was as calm and reassuring as could be when he said, "Now, I'm going to let you suck my cock, sweetie... but I like my cocksuckers' lips to be pretty and shiny, so pout for Daddy, baby." ...and of course I did. I closed my eyes and made my best kissy-face. When I felt something touch my lips, I opened my eyes and realized that he was painting my lips with his pre-cum... using his juices as some perverted lip gloss for me. It felt warm and slippery, and some of it trickled down to my inner lips where I could taste a slight saltiness. "Mmmmmm... such a pretty baby." he cooed. "Now open your mouth for Daddy." Once again, I did as commanded, my mouth agape and my tongue resting on my lower lip where I tasted his intoxicating juices again. My master angled his cock head toward my open mouth and slipped it between my lips, our eyes fixed on each others the whole time. It's girth stretched the 'O' of my mouth a little, and again I was surprised at how warm it was. I instinctively began a sucking motion, like it was a piece of candy or a popsicle, and the flavor was that same salty goodness as my lipstick. "That's right, honey." came my encouragement from above. "You're doing great. Such a pretty little cocksucker you are." as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth another couple of inches. I don't know why, but it made me feel so good to be pleasing this man so much. So... sexy! My right hand returned to massaging his balls while my left began rhythmically stroking the half of his shaft that wouldn't fit in my mouth. I gave him my best sultry look with my eyes, determined to please him, and all the while he offered further motivation... "Mmmmm... my sweet little cocksucker. Worship Daddy's dick, baby. You're such a sexy little bitch. Take that big Daddy cock. That's a good girl." I was so focused on the sensations of every whiff of his scent, every fold of skin and every vein rolling over my tongue that I barely noticed that he had begun to refer to me as female. As my head bobbed down to take his cock into my mouth, he gradually began thrusting forward to meet me, forcing his hot, hard, wet dick imperceptibly further into my drooling mouth with every thrust. This went on for perhaps ten minutes - me furiously sucking him, and him talking dirty, calling me names like "slut", "bitch", "cocksucker" and "sissy" in the most encouraging and flattering manner - until he pushed just a little too far and I gagged. I coughed and spluttered from my nose and mouth, removed myself from his cock, and for a fraction of a moment I remembered who I was... a married man whose wife was currently 40,000 feet above my head with no idea that her husband was on his knees sucking another man's cock! In that split-second, I probably could have gotten up and ran... ran for my life... my old life... the one I knew... the one I was happy with... But I didn't. "That's OK, sweetie." came that smooth, reassuring voice from on high, "It's your first time. A good cocksucker needs some practice before she can deepthroat something this big. Now open your mouth and try again, baby. Make Daddy proud." ...and he put his hands on either side of my head and pushed his manhood between my lips before I ever had a chance to think about refusing. I acquiesced yet again to this man. Deep within me, the voices of every coach I'd ever played for, every boss I'd ever worked for and every failure I'd ever experienced spoke to me. My upbringing had made it a part of my character to "get back on the horse", that "we learn from our mistakes" and now, that manliest of traits was turning on me. I wanted to succeed. If I was going to be a cocksucker, I was going to be a damn good one! I sucked him like it was a cocksucking championship final. I worshiped his cock like my life depended on it... licking and sucking, licking while sucking, rolling my tongue around his shaft while it was buried as far in my mouth as I could take it. Then I tried taking more... gently... gingerly. I felt it hit the back of my throat and I gagged again - but not as much as before. I pulled back a little, then went right back down. This time I didn't gag when his bulbous cockhead hit the back of my throat. "That's my girl. Take it deep, baby. Swallow Daddy's dick, you little slut!" I heard somewhere in the distance. His hands again gripped the sides of my head and he drove his thick, rigid member deeper and deeper. I couldn't breathe! I backed off and took a deep breath like I was diving underwater and plunged down onto his cock again. This time, when it passed my gag-point, he kept going. That cock just kept coming and coming until my nose was buried in his pubes and that smell once again filled my world. I had done it! I had taken all of him! He pulled out halfway, then shoved his cock all the way in again. The sound was wet and sloppy as he began slowly fucking my throat. I learned to breathe when he'd let me, and to poke my tongue out and lick his scrotum when he was all the way inside me. His moans and words of encouragement became louder and nastier as his face-fucking became faster... "Mmmmm... That's it, baby. Open up for Daddy's big cock. You like it when Daddy fucks your throat, don't you. You're my little cocksucking bitch. My little sissy whore. Take that cock, you fucking slut! You want that cum, don't you bitch!" All the while, I was moaning, panting and gasping as he buried his horse-cock in my face again and again, harder and harder, faster and faster - "nngghutt! nngghutt! nngghutt!" "Take it, you fucking sissy whore! Suck my cock, you little tramp!" he growled. After several more minutes, I was aware of a tightening of his balls. The base of his shaft on my tongue became even harder. He pushed even further into my throat with each thrust, and left his cock there a little longer. He began to grunt like a wild animal. Then it happened... His huge cock tensed up and a shot of hot, gelatinous fluid hit the back of my throat. I was so shocked, I pulled back halfway and instinctively swallowed before I would choke. His second blast of cum hit me in the back of my mouth, and was equally shocking. The texture was sticky and foreign to me, and my mouth slipped off of his cock. Just as I was investigating my first taste of male cum, a third shot splattered my face from my hair down to my chin... then a fourth, across my cheek. Gathering my wits, I quickly wrapped my lips around his twitching cock for the last three shots, filling my mouth and sucking like a vacuum to get every last drip. I figured that since that's how I always like to finish getting a blowjob, then he'd like it, too. After what seemed like an eternity, his groans and the twitching of his cock subsided and he looked down at me. He pulled his still erect cock from my mouth and ordered me, "Show me what's in your mouth, princess." I obediently opened my mouth for him and showed him how full it was of his sperm. He took his cock and used it to push all the cum that had splattered my face into my gaping maw, all the while telling what a good little cocksucking bitch I was. I won't lie. I felt immense pride that I had made him cum so hard. I liked being a good cocksucker! When he was done shoveling his cum into my mouth, he looked deep into my eyes and told me, "Now swallow Daddy's seed, baby. You're my little slut princess now." I swallowed the thick, viscous, salty liquid without hesitation, and then, for some reason I thanked him like a child might thank a parent for a treat. "Thank you, Daddy." I said, and smiled and licked my lips, fluttering my eyes just a little. I became aware that my own cock was still painfully hard, and when I looked down at it, I saw that it had drooled pre-cum all over his kitchen tiles. I wiped up some of the sticky fluid with my middle finger, sucked on it as if it was jelly spilled from a donut and gave my new Daddy a wink. "That's right, baby-girl..." he grinned, "I promised you you'd get to cum, didn't I." "Yes, Daddy. You did." I cooed, fluttering my eyes once again. "Well, Daddy always keeps his promises... so why don't you take that sweet little ass into the bedroom, honey. Leave your shorts here." he instructed. I got up and walked down the hall toward the master bedroom with my hard cock leading the way and Daddy following close behind. He gave my butt a firm slap as he whispered in my ear... "You're going to enjoy this, sweetheart... I've got big plans for you!" To be continued...