Marine Zack meets new Daddy, Part 3 - Sex Stories

Marine Zack meets new Daddy, Part 3

... that there is a bulge in Zack’s trousers as he turns with his meal and walks to Daddy’s table. They have pledged not to speak until they are alone in the motel room. Each one studies the other. Total satisfaction on both sides. Probably 53 or 55, but together. Young hunk of Marine junk sits across from Daddy, eating his special of the day, munching on French fries, and drinking cola. When Zack wipes his mouth and smiles, Daddy slides across the table, the parking pass for his truck which contains the room number. Daddy gets up and exits, walking at a relaxed pace across the road and into the confines of the Starlite Motel. Zack places the pass in a cargo pocket, picks up his tray, empties it, and enters his truck. Zack is able to park within two spaces of the room number. He grabs his kit, exits, locks the truck, and knocks on Daddy’s door. Daddy opens the door and gestures Zack in. “Stand in the corner over there,” Daddy instructs. “Son, this role playing is about power, the power of the imagination mixed with reality. Role playing allows you to find the most bizarre experiences and do the most insane things, but, most of all, it’s about creating the sexual tension that leads to an orgasm that is totally memorable, an orgasm that stays with you, one you jack off to over and over again. You’re here to make Daddy happy, and when you make Daddy happy, you’ll be happy because Daddy knows how to make you drip. You want to drip, Marine? You want to know you’ll lube my dick with ...

... your pre-cum? You wore your panties, didn’t you, Son? I want to see some reaction, Son, like, “Yes, sir.” You know how to say “Yes, Sir” to Daddy? Stiffly, almost at parade rest, Zack replies, “YES, SIR.” That’s what I want. I want response, Marine. I want you right here in the room with me. So, Marine, did you wear your panties? “Yes, Sir!” Do you go to the bookstores and get your dick sucked off, Marine? “No, Sir!” “How many times a day do you jack off?” “Three, Sir.” How long has it been since you’ve been with a daddy? “Two years, Sir.” Daddy is now stretched out with his legs spread apart in one of those soft back chairs common to motel rooms. You want to play with Daddy, Son? YES, SIR! Let’s start with you showing me some of you in the flesh. Take off your tank top. Come closer. Show me some muscle. Twitch those tits. One at a time. You got it. Show me a little rhythm. Push your chest out as far as you can and flex your arms. Daddy wants a really good look. Now squeeze your tits together with your arms and poke those nips out as far as you can. Daddy likes to see a pretty pair of boy tits, especially if they’re tattooed. Daddy reaches forward and tweaks the nipples, then leans back in the chair. Turn around slowly and show me your back. And don’t forget to do a little flexing while you’re showing off your tats. Your script is right. No one should go gently into that good night. Life is difficult enough with great uncertainties, but living it is the most exciting thing one ...