“I’m not going to fuck you, Wyatt, not like this.”
“You want to fuck me though. You want that daddy dick in this cubhole so fucking bad, I can fucking tell,” Wyatt said, and he crawled over, rubbing his red goatee against Carter’s shorts, “You wanted me in the club–I saw you staring at me the whole time, and fuck, it was so fucking sexy. They told me if I drank it, I’d, fuck, I don’t even know anymore, it’s too fucking hot in here.” He hauled off the rubber shirt and chucked it on the floor, “I want you Carter–I want you to know that I still want you, and I…I know you want me, and I can’t leave without this, and you want it too, I can fucking tell. So fucking come on daddy, give me that fucking cock.”
Carter tried one more time to convince Wyatt that this was a bad idea, that in his state, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted, but Wyatt got up, pushed Carter against the wall and kissed him, and the musk rolling off him, the way his saliva stung his lips and numbed them slightly, the heat of his muscles pressed against his soft chub–Carter stopped fighting, at some point, and leaned into it. “Yeah, fuck, when I was watching you cub out on that dance floor–you’re right, I wanted you fuckin’ bad.”
“I know daddy, I know. I wanted you to.”
“You say that to every daddy, I bet.”
“So what if I do? That doesn’t make it less true every time, does it?”
Carter spun them around and shoved Wyatt to the wall now, dove in, licking him from his pecs, up his neck, to the side of his face. His sweat was as spicy as his spit, numbing his face, numbing his feelings, everything other than his raging daddy dick. He dropped his shorts, and it jutted out, surrounded by a thicket of grey hair, a hefty foreskin hanging off the head. It wasn’t his cock–not the one Carter was used to seeing, but fuck it felt good and right, rubbing it against Wyatt’s ridged torso, listening to the cub groan in excitement. Yeah–he was a fucking hot shot alright, and Carter was more than happy to help him out. He reached down, and gently brushed his fingers across Wyatt’s cock, watching him shudder and nearly collapse in an indescribable mush of pleasure and intense feeling. “What’s wrong cub? You don’t like daddy’s hand on your hot cock?”
“Fuck, it hurts!”
Carter gripped it a bit harder now, giving it one slow stroke and then another, wrapping a hand around the small of Wyatt’s back as the cub arched into him, pulling them together, the heat of him infectious, Carter finding a delight in this sexy cub being entirely at the mercy of his hand, shuddering and gasping, begging him to stop, but craving it all the same, his mind lost in the heat of sensation until he was just drooling and moaning–right where Carter wanted him. He grabbed Wyatt by the hand and pulled him over to the bed, pushed him onto it onto his back, hauled up his legs, and then got down and started eating out his cubhole, Wyatt’s bright red cock jutting straight up from his crotch. “Oh god daddy, please! Please just fuck me already, I can’t take it anymore.”
Carter took his time–after all, a daddy needed to treat his cubs right, and make sure they were nice and open, especially with a cock of his size. He had big hands now, and even then he couldn’t quite touch finger and thumb around the girth of his much larger cock. Besides, he kind of liked feeling him squirm, wanted to make sure that even if Wyatt forgot everything else about their time together, he’d at the very least remember this night, and this fuck. Yeah–Carter was going to make sure this cub wouldn’t forget a moment. His tongue slipped into his hole, tasting him, precum drooling from his foreskin as he drove in deeper, and after a few minutes, slipped a spit wet finger into Wyatt’s hole–and then another. The cub was pleading at this point, hands inches from his cock, unable to even try and touch it. It was a deeper red now, his balls throbbing and swelling, signalling the cub was close.
“Tell me boy, you know why they call it a hot shot?” Carter said, as he ran the head of his cock up and down Wyatt’s crack. The cub didn’t reply–he might not even be listening, “Well, if you don’t, I have a feeling you’re about to find out.” He pushed the thick head into Wyatt’s hole, the cub groaning in fevered excitement, cock throbbing a bit faster, and when Carter drove all the way in, it was more than Wyatt could take. His cock erupted in a massive fountain of cum, shooting a couple of feet into the air before splattering back down all over his body and the bed sheets around him, the cum so hot it was steaming. “Yeah–that. That’s why they call it a hot shot. Feel good?”
Carter took the moans and groans for yes, since Wyatt could barely put a word together in his mouth–he just rode the aftershocks of the massive orgasm as Carter fucked him, his ass loose and eager. He ran his hands all over Wyatt’s body, smearing around the cub’s cum as it cooled and turned tacky on his skin, and he realized how close he was as well. He picked up the pace a bit, and with a few more deep drives of his cock he exploded inside Wyatt’s guts, and then collapsed on top of him, Wyatt wrapping his arms and legs around Carter’s massive frame, feeling the thick grey hair covering his back now as well, and kissed him for as long as Carter’s cock remained inside of him, which turned out to be quite a while, before it finally softened and slipped out, a small stream of cum following it.
By now, Wyatt was coming down off his drink, shaking and a bit confused, and so Carter crawled into bed with him and just held the cub for a while, keeping him close, soothing him and telling him that everything was going to be alright. At some point, the cub drifted off to sleep, snoring gently in his arms, and Carter could barely believe that just a week ago, he’d been…well, who he’d been before wasn’t really that important, he supposed. He was going to have a great time, being a cub for a while, and in the future? Who knew what was in store for either of them? The change you curse is the opportunity you need, as they say, and not too long after that, Carter had slipped off too, snoring a bit deeper than the cub, and they stayed that way until the morning.
Bracken's Corner 