Silver Daddy’s Doll Fuck Frenzy

I couldn’t peel my eyes off him sprawled on that plush gray couch, silver hair tousled wild, black-rimmed glasses perched low on his nose, floral shirt clinging to his sweaty dad bod. His mouth hung open in a silent gasp, grizzled beard framing it, one hand crushing the spine of that vintage queer novel—Benson’s exploits probably had his thick cock twitching already. The air hung heavy with his musky cologne mixed with pre-cum funk leaking through his shorts. “Fuck, boy,” he growled when he spotted me lurking, “get your ass to the bedroom. Doc’s got a patient to examine.”

Heart pounding, I stripped naked on the green-sheeted bed, that crinkly hospital-style mattress squeaking under me like forbidden promise. Tiles cool under my feet, white door shut tight—our private clinic of filth. He shuffled in, shirt half-open now, gray pubes peeking above his waistband, eyes devouring me like fresh meat. His callused hand cupped my jaw first, thumb tracing my lips rough and tender, before sliding down to knead my pec. “Such a pretty pup,” he murmured, voice gravelly with lust.

Then his hot mouth latched onto my nipple—back to me, silver head buried in my chest, beard scraping skin electric. I arched, moaning as he sucked hard, teeth grazing the bud till it throbbed swollen. Salty sweat dripped from his brow onto my abs, his free hand roaming my thigh, fingers digging bruises I’d cherish. “Taste like candy, slut,” he panted, tongue swirling wet circles, my cock leaking ropes onto my belly from the raw vulnerability of it—me, exposed, his boy.

He flipped me effortless, ass up on all fours, cheeks spread wide. Tissues scattered like evidence of past loads. His palm smacked my globe, then gripped firm, thumbs prying my hole open to the humid air. “Look at this greedy pink pucker, begging daddy’s meat.” Naked now, his veiny beer-can cock bobbed heavy, foreskin peeled back, purple head glistening. He hawked spit right on target, rubbing it in filthy circles till I whimpered, hole clenching empty.

No rubber—raw thrill. He mounted, fat tip breaching my ring slow at first, stretching me obscene. “Fuck, so tight,” he grunted, sinking balls-deep in one filthy plunge, pubes grinding my taint. Wet slaps echoed as he railed doggy savage, hips snapping brutal, balls swinging heavy against mine. Sweat poured off us, his belly slapping my back, glasses fogging completely. I fisted sheets, ass milking him greedy, vulnerability crashing with lust—his “good boy” whispers cracking my walls. “Gonna breed this pup cunt.”

He hammered faster, grunts animal, my prostate exploding stars. “Cum in me, daddy—fill your hole!” Rope after rope erupted inside, hot flood painting my guts, his groan vibrating through me as he collapsed, twitching deep. But little did I know, that was just warmup—he had his twin brother waiting next door, cocks out and lubed…