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Malcolm, or Mac as I knew him, was a burly older guy. We had..
🕑 Added 2024-09-06 18:00:05 +0000 UTC Malcolm, or Mac as I knew him, was a burly older guy. We had met on some sort of hookup app years ago after I graduated, and between his kink for younger guys and mine for older, we fucked as much as possible whenever he was in town at the local rest stop. The hotel room we typically shared the cost on was as uncomfortable as it was familiar, and soon enough, I felt myself being held by my older daddy trucker. We kissed, and like always, the smell of cigarettes was fresh on his breath. I hated the smell, and even more the taste, but when it was on him, it was different somehow. “I wanted to try something new, son.” Mac said after breaking off the kiss, nuzzling his beard into my face to keep me from trying again. “Go ahead and get on that bed, and put this on.” I disrobed like I always did, and was handed a dark, silky blindfold. Mac looked proud of himself, crossing his arms over his enormous chest and belly. “You like it? Ah’ found it in the next town over in one of those adult-shops.” I smiled, trying my best to not chuckle at the idea of Mac being in a sex shop all alone, much less buying some fancy silk blindfold. In no time, I found myself on the bed, with my bare back supported by the headboard. Despite being so thin, once the blindfold was on I could hardly see anything, and I’ll admit the idea of not knowing what was going to happen next had a sort of kinky excitement. Mac crossed the bed (at least that’s what it sounded like) removing his shoes before awkwardly getting on from the opposite side. I felt him bracing himself as the bed made noise, attempting to stand and make his way towards me. I couldn’t help but smile. Mac struggled for a moment, straddling on top of me as I continued to keep still and blindfolded. With a huff, he struggled with zippers for a moment before clothes began hitting the floor beside us. “Put out yer hands, boy.” I let my hands creep forwards until they touched something tender. I could hear Mac’s breath quicken for a moment as I made contact, and realized that I was rubbing my fingertips across his exposed belly. The skin was warm, and as my fingers grazed across the coarse hair, I could feel his muscles tense in excitement. His belly was the best part of him, at least to me. A lifetime of being on the road meant he was as fat as he was strong, and his big ball belly was already making my cock spring to attention. I moved downwards, tracing the arc of his midsection until I could comfortably cup his gut from below, allowing my hands to grab and knead at the body I’d been only able to dream about. Mac growled again, swaying as he stayed steady on top of me. I could feel his knees and thighs tense as he attempted to keep still and let me explore. “Damn, son, I didn’t know you… Where so into this?” He said, chuckling between growls as my motions became more and more intense. Saying nothing, I moved downwards still, past the border of his tummy and settled right above his cock, snaking into his unbuttoned jeans and grabbing at his fat pad. The skin here was even warmer, and I could feel his dick hardening the closer and closer I got to giving it attention. “So that’s what you want, son?” Mac whispered, his voice barely audible to me. With a feeling of expectancy, he carefully pulled down his pants and underwear, the air becoming infused with a faint musky aroma. The sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the silence as I reached out blindly, my fingers finding their way to his throbbing cock. With every stroke of my hand, his moans grew louder, and I could feel the shaft in my hand throbbing impatiently, getting warmer and warmer. Before I could even guide it there, his cock brushed against my lips, pushing them back and giving me a taste. I opened my mouth and he went deep inside, pushing himself down my throat with a long, satisfying howl. I gagged, partially in surprise as Mac fucked my throat, that once hint of his musk now overwhelming my senses as the base of his belly slammed against my forehead. The bed under me slumped inwards with each pump, making my brain spin and become even more disoriented than before. Without even realizing it, I was stroking my cock with a free hand, and with the other pressing against his ass in a desperate attempt to drive him even deeper into me. “Fuck boy… Fuck… Such a good boy…” Mac chanted over and over as his (and my) strokes became deeper and more intense. I ignored the throbbing pain in the back of my throat and relaxed my muscles, welcoming him deeper as the signature taste of precum coated the inside of my esophagus and letting him move faster. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum, boy. Don’t move. Sit right there…. Fuck… FUCK!” Mac cried out, his slams into me becoming more frenzied as I could feel his hot load being deposited so deep I had no choice but to swallow all of it. My orgasm wasn’t too far behind, painting Mac’s tight ass with my seed as I shot nearly across the room. With both of us spent, he moved away from me and collapsed onto the bed, spilling himself off the side and fishing around the dingy carpeted floor for his smokes, grumbling to himself before finding his reward. His lighter flicked into life for a moment as he lit, knowing better than to offer me one. I reached out to wrap my arms around Mac’s worn-out body, feeling the roughness of his skin and the wildness of his chest hair intertwine with my fingertips. “Thanks for that, Mac.” I whispered, the sound of gratitude, and the smell of cigarettes hanging in the air.
