Jogging Quickie Ch. 02

It was around 9:00 PM, and it felt so good to be out in the slightly chilled night air as he turned on the spa lights and we got in together. There was no sitting apart now. We were naked and comfortable with each other. We were flirting.

He had me instantly sitting on his lap, laying back against his chest. My Daddy was in control of me and I was so ready for him to tell me what do to next.

"So, I think we should check in with each other before we take this night further...okay?" He said to me, stroking his hand over the tops of mine, and I smiled at how amazing an idea that was. I loved the trust and intimacy of that statement.

"Okay...ummm, that's a really good idea," I turned and we kissed for a moment, completely lost in our closeness.

"So you're experiencing a lot of really new things tonight...are you okay?" He asked me, and I smiled and nodded and squeezed his hands which had come around to play with my belly under the water. Everything he did turned me on.

"Yeah...I'm really good. You've made me feel so comfortable during all of this...I'm having so much fun," I told him, and he drifted his fingers up over my nipples and chest as he drew designs on me in the hot water.

"Good. That's what I want to hear. It's important that we talk and have great communication, because once we start rolling we're gonna be talking and touching a lot, and it's really amazing to do that with someone you know and trust and have a ton of connection with," he told me. "You just need to communicate if you feel weird or stressed or uncomfortable at any time, okay?"

"I feel very connected to you," I told him, and my heart fucking fluttered.

"Good. I feel the same way. And even thought we have a Daddy-Boy dynamic that I know we've developed, I just want you to know that I am very into you and really enjoy your company, and I'm really happy that you're having fun...it can be pretty scary to lose your gay virginity," he told me, and I buzzed at the mere concept of having lost that particular card.

"I fucking love the whole Daddy thing...like...I didn't know I had that kink inside me...but the second you called yourself 'Daddy' while you were fucking me I LOST it...fuck, so damn hot, Roland," I told him.

"I love hearing that. I think I want you to keep calling me Daddy tonight, okay? And you can tell me any nasty thing you think of. You can tell me the dirtiest fantasies you have tonight, okay?" He said, reassuring me and holding me tight against him.

"Fuck, that's amazing. Okay Daddy, I like that. I want that too." He kissed my neck.

"We can watch porn and spend the whole night talking about what turns us on," I was hard beneath the water and I stretched my legs out to let them float as he rubbed me.

"How long will it take to kick in?" I asked.

"About thirty minutes usually, but the beer and weed might slow it down a little."

The truth was I was already feeling this strange warmth in my stomach and loins. I was beginning to truly stretch my body and relax even more with him. I was becoming more aware of every part of myself.

"I do feel really good right now," I told him, not even really sure what sensations were attributable to what.

"The come up on Molly is amazing. Though you should know it can be a little harder to keep your boner going...unless..." his words trailed off for a second.

"Unless?" I was currently enjoying the way his hard-on was pressing into my lower back on the spa seat where I leaned against him. I was also beginning to feel strangely possessive of this cock. Or maybe that was the wrong word. Needy. Subservient. Addicted.

Any of those.

"Unless you wanted to take some Viagra with me...which will also mean that we'll be totally hard for our roll...and you'll have some of the most intense sex of your life," he said to me, and it sounded so insanely unattainable, yet...I had been so into saying yes to him.

"Does my Daddy want me to take Viagra?" I asked him.

"Yes. Your Daddy does," he said, as I pushed my ass back against his cock.

"Okay, then I will." I told him this, and it made my whole body frizz with nervous lust. The hairs on my arms stood up as I said it. I loved being told what to do.

He jumped out and grabbed a container from a nearby hallway bathroom, and then came back to the spa with the two blue pills and water.

We both downed the pills and then he turned up his music, which was now pumping a station featuring a mix of current club hits.

I needed to get out of the water and the second I did I realized how good I felt all over. I was warm. I sat up on the edge of the spa, naked, with my half-hard cock on display. I spread my legs and sat back a little, showing myself off.

He followed my lead and got up on the deck next to me, as we relaxed with just our legs in the water.

I began to sway back and forth with the music and I honestly couldn't remember ever feeling this good.

"Mmmm...I'm starting to feel something," I told him, as I smiled. We grooved and vibed and kissed and talked.

"Yeah?" He was grinning at me, as he took a sip from his water. "What do you feel like?"

"Wow, it's umm...like I feel insanely happy...like I just need to uh..." I was trying to figure out what I felt like but the song had switched over to that new Ariana 34+35 song and I began to bob my body with the music which made me even happier. I was also laser-locked onto his cock, which was firmly hard in front of me.

"You were saying?" He laughed, as he snapped my attention away from his front-and-center python.

"I'm sorry...I feel REALLY fucking good...and your cock is so distracting. I'm seriously in love with your cock." I told him. And I was. How do you carry on a conversation when the reptile exhibit is so BIG?

"Good. That's what I like to hear," he said. "You should hold my cock while we talk, and I'll hold your cock." It was 9:45 on the nearby porch clock, and the music and lights of his deck were so fucking interesting to look at, and the mood was so fucking hot with him. I was totally obsessed with my changing self.

We touched each other and as our skin began to multiply in nerve endings, every sensation began to feel like sexual lightning bugs on a wicked summer night.

"Oh shit...yeah I'm really feeling something now," I said to him, as I bounced my body happily along to another synthesized energy burst pumping out of his surround sound speakers.

"Yeah, I am too...I feel really fucking good," he said to me, as his eyes closed and he rolled his head around. I could tell even he was beginning to get those skin-tingling vibrations all over his person. He was hot to watch experience pleasure. It made me want to make him cum again. I loved making him cum. My Daddy, I thought to myself in bemused arousal.

"So you had really never even thought about playing with a cock before?" He asked me, as we turned closer to each other so we could rub each other's hands and legs and boners. We were both very hard again. The Viagra wasn't going to wait to show up. I'd also learn later that it was technically Cialis, which apparently made Viagra look like Pepsi to its Coke qualities.

We were hard and on the come up on our rolls. We were horny and talking a lot. We were touching and teasing.

"No...I still can't believe how hot that first time was...I had never in my life imagined I would play with a cock...much less, bend over and be fucked liked that." I was horny just thinking about how he had taken me that first time, as I talked my way through it. All the swagger and matter-of-factness of him just sliding into me, before I could overthink it or say no. It was such an explosively hot mental image. He bent me over like it was the easiest thing ever. This totally straight guy, taken immediately.

"And now you can't stop thinking about my cock...can you?" He asked me. We kissed softly and went back to holding hands and massaging each other's bodies. We were swaying together lightly in the music. He turned the lights down lower and suddenly it felt like we were sitting at an extra VIP cabana in some Vegas nightclub that had an outdoor spa area. Their back porch was truly a kingdom of relaxation.

"I seriously can't," I admitted, and his hands felt so good on my body.

"Did you jack off all week thinking about it?" He asked me.

"Yes...I did," I confessed.

"Did you fuck your wife hard afterward? Because you were still turned on, but wanted to prove to yourself that you still loved pussy?" He asked me as if he knew, and it was weird, I don't even think I'd even considered why I had done what I had done that week. But he was right. I had struggled with the implications of my sudden cock lust.

"Yeah...I did. I surprised her one night after she was already in bed. I came in and pounded her. But...I couldn't stop thinking about your cock," I told him, almost embarrassed, except I wasn't really. The Molly had made me very honest.

"Yeah...cuz your Daddy's slut," he affirmed to me.

"Yes...I totally am I think," I nodded my head decidedly. "I am Daddy's slut. And I love knowing that. You turn me on every single time you call me Slut, do you know that?" I asked, reaching to grasp his big cock again. Ugh, it was a fucking diet cock can in my hand.

"Good. I'm going to make sure from now on to service your ass on a regular basis. I think having a Daddy in your life is going to be a good thing for you," he said to me, and now his hands were on my nipples, lightly twisting. My body was achingly light and wonderful. Everything felt like Pop Rocks.

"Fuckkkk...Daddy...I love the way you talk to me...I love the dirty things you make me think about...and how fucking in control you are...it's so fucking hot." I said to him, completely shuddering as I looked up at him and felt him clutch my neck softly so he could kiss me.

We made out for sixty sensual seconds.

Sixty mind-blowing seconds.

By the time his tongue pulled out of my mouth, my cock was dripping salty cream down the side of my shaft again. How many times would I cum tonight? I wondered.

"Wanna go inside and have some fun in the sex room?" He asked me.

"Wait...the sex room?" I asked, suddenly incredulous. I had no clue what he was referring to. Is that what he called his bedroom?

"Ha...yeah...I do have one last surprise for you," he chuckled, proud of himself. We got out quickly and dried off with a pair of pre-set towels, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me back inside with him. I noticed as we passed through the living room how his speaker system connected to the whole house and there wasn't a single room where the killer playlist wasn't making me feel like I was in the best state of mind of my life.

He led us back upstairs, but this time we passed the master bedroom and opened a far-corner door, which lead to a spiral staircase up to their attic. I followed him up the stairs and was shocked when I got up there to find a large, completely refurbished 800 square foot room with a floor-plan that was literally made for sex. In the middle of the

carpeted room, there were four queen size mattresses that had been pressed together in a large square, and then those were surrounded by four L-shaped corner shelves for drinks or sex toys. The room had tinted floor to ceiling windows running down one of its two slanted roofs, which allowed for an unimpeded view of the starry sky above. It was breathtaking. The roof formed a triangle over us, with one whole side being the glass, and the other having two smaller windows which looked out onto the front street.

There was a small bar on one side of the room, a fireplace on the other, and an interesting looking white chest that ran alongside the beds.

"This is incredible...this is like...Hugh Hefner level impressive." I told him. It truly was.

"Thanks, it was literally designed for kinky sex," he crawled onto the bed and I followed him.

I watched him get the music up and running in this room from his phone, and then he grabbed a remote from one of the far corners and a huge TV popped out of the far side of the beds. It was a Vizio flatscreen...probably a 50 inch...and the pixels were as magically advanced as the goosebumps on my skin. My body was experiencing the bigger tickles of the drug and I was beginning to ascend to an even higher plane of sexual desire and happiness.

"Wanna watch some porn?" He asked, and I quickly nodded yes.

He pulled up a video of a girl sucking on a very sexy cock and I couldn't help but copy her.

I dropped down on my knees and began to suck on him again as the video played.

Fuck I loved having him in my mouth. I breathed slowly through my nose and forced myself to choke on this man's member. I wanted my Daddy to know I would choke for him.

"Mmmm, Preston, that's a good cocksucker. Show Daddy how much you love having cock in your mouth," and I moaned and gyrated my ass when he called me a cocksucker.

My Daddy thought I was a sexy cocksucker and I wanted to be that for him. For his perfect cock. And his perfect everything. Fuck I was feeling horny on this drug.

My own boner was achingly hard beneath me as I sucked and sucked and sucked.

I felt him reaching over my back to fondle my ass and slip his fingers into my crack. I moaned around his shaft as he traced the sensitive ring of my hole, and I couldn't help but stop and enjoy every pin prick sensation. My ass was now a very big part of my sexuality and there wasn't going to be any going back from that.

He switched over to a new porn video while I deep throated his monster.

The new video was a gay threesome featuring two silver foxes and a twink. The smooth, athletic boy was quickly splayed between his two tops, and they began to take him from both sides.

I wanted to watch and I wanted to be fucked again. I pulled off his cock and turned around so I was bending over doggy style towards the TV. It was insane to have so much space to play.

"Mmm, I see we have a horny little slut here." He said to me, as he slapped my booty with a firm hand and i arched even more. He grabbed his cock and used it to slap my spread cheeks, purposefully hitting my needy asshole with his cockhead as I moaned for him.

"Please fuck me, Daddy...my ass is so horny for your cock," I begged him. I even sucked on my finger when I begged him. I wanted his cock back in all my holes at once. I was wildly turned on and obsessed with my Daddy.

He snagged lube from a side compartment on the L shaped shelves and covered his tool. Soon his big sausage was pushing my anus back open to accept him. The lube and drugs and fucking had taken any semblence of pain away and now it felt like the most normal thing to accept dick in my buttered butt.

He fucked me half in and half out for a while while I allowed my mind to roll and vibe to the sexy threesome playing in front of me. I was suddenly surrounded by so much gay erotica that it was impossible not to fall even deeper down this hole. I loved cock. Big, hard cock.

"You're such a good slut for Daddy," he said, as he began to fuck me firmer now, holding my hips and thrusting into me.

I loved this. God, I loved every second of it. His cock inside me. The moans coming from the Pornhub bottom boy. The big cocks on the screen and the big cock that was splitting my own buns apart. I imagined being that slutty. I imagined two cocks at once. My mouth was as desperate as my ass to perform.

He slapped my butt and I yelped with pleasure.

"Mmmm, Dadddddy...I loveeeee your cockkkk, Daddy!" I could hear the slut in my voice now. It was like speaking a new language. I had been so thoroughly seduced to this new lifestyle.

"Good boy," and he thrust his helmet into my former cave of straightness. He pushed his penis up into my prostate in a way that forced me to have a conversation with my brain about my preconceived sexual notions. How had cock never even crossed my mind like this? How did I not know how good a cock in my ass could be? Was I so led astray by my upbringing? Or by my heteronormative expectations?

"Fugggghhhhhhh thazzssooogoooood!" He pushed and pulled, holding my waist and entering me fully, before pulling all the way out so that my ass literally popped each time, as silky-juicy lube made a mess of my buns and legs. I was covered in our passion.

The Molly was a love drug, but combined with the Viagra it was also a sex drug. 'Trail Mix'...that's what I would later learn it was called when mixing the two (not entirely safe for that matter...something I'd also learn later) but then again...all sex was a gamble, and after over a year of quarantine depression and sexual repression...it felt good to take giant risks again. Or, giant dicks for that matter.

It felt good that he was inside of me bareback...it felt naughty that I was taking his cum without protection. It felt amazing to do drugs with him that he knew were safe. It felt sexy to be seduced by an older man with the body of an Adonis Breeding Stud.

He turned me on my side and pushed my left leg up to my chest, as he sat on the inside of my right thigh and straddled me. Then he pushed back into me and began to fuck me from the side. Each new position caused me to moan in new and marvelous ways. My prostate was experiencing each new position with glee, and my cock was throbbing with each insertion.

It was incredible how his cock continued to find new pleasure points I'd never even known about, and I felt like I never wanted this night to end. I groaned with lust each new time he entered and I squeaked with despair each new time he pulled out.

I held his arm and grasped onto him hard as he rhythmically impaled me and thumped against the very round curve of my ass. Whenever his large balls slapped against my buns, I was reminded of the fact that I was having sex with an actual guy, and the turn on in my head would triplicate once more.

"Daddy is gonna keep you up all night fucking you," he said to me, as he smiled devilishly, while slowing his pace to something intimate and focused. He studied my face each time he pushed into me. It was so damned hot.

"Yes, Dadddddy. I want that...umffff, I want your cock all night long. Make me your cock slut, Daddy, yussss," I moaned back submissively, as I rolled my lower back so that I could get him further inside me. Fuckkkkk it felt goooood to have a Daddy with a dick this good. I wondered what my wife would say if she saw me like this...completely impaled in a tricked out sex room. Rolling on Molly and taking my first bareback cock over and over and over again. I was completely seduced to his beautiful fuckstick and all I wanted was to keep him deep inside me for the rest of the night. Fuck, I was so horny for him.

"I'm really feeling the drug right now," he said, and I nodded my head in agreement, as I moved to the music and porn and sex.

"Yeah...I feel so, ughhh, good. I'm likewarm and unfff, tingly and really fucking horny, mmmm. You were right, this is, fuggg, incredible." I was obsessed with this new drug and so trusting of the way he was taking care of me.

"Good boy, you're doing a really good job," he said, and he bit his lip while impaling me, staring into my eyes each time he fucked me to see how I would wince for him. I stared back through half-closed lids, completely needy for him.

"Mmmmm, fuggggghhhh, Dadddddy," I moaned and grunted and groaned. Holy fuck I was on fire.

He pulled out of me and switched us so that he was sitting with his legs out in front of him.

"Come over here and sit on my cock," he told me.

And I did just that. I crawled over to him on my knees and crawled up over his crotch. and then I sat my horny ass down on his dick and allowed it to fully push its way back into my sloppy hole. I was officially a cowgirl slut now.