Pup Stripped and Stuffed

I lounged on the black futon in that cramped bedroom, blue soccer jersey hugging my chest, legs kicked wide apart, flipping through the glossy mag with pics of ripped dudes getting wrecked. The red pillow bunched under me, desk lamp casting a warm glow on the wooden dresser cluttered with shit. My cock stirred in my shorts, half-hard from the fantasy fuel, sweat already beading on my neck from the humid air.

Then he burst in—daddy with that silver buzzcut, tank top clinging to his dad bod, jeans sagging low. “Look at you, pup, all casual like you ain’t begging for it,” he growled, voice thick with lust. Before I could drop the mag, his strong hands gripped my sides from behind, yanking my jersey up and off in one swift pull. Cool air hit my bare torso, nipples pebbling as he spun me around, thumbs hooking my white tank next. Fuck, the fabric dragged slow over my head, leaving me shirtless, his hot breath on my neck. “Yeah, show daddy that tight little body.”

I grinned, playing coy, but my pulse hammered. He shoved me forward playfully, fingers diving to my waistband, peeling my black shorts down my thighs. They pooled at my ankles, white briefs bulging obscene with my leaking cock. “Shit, look at that greedy pup tent,” he teased, smacking my ass lightly. I bent a bit, laughing as briefs got tugged halfway down my crack, cool air kissing my hole. His eyes devoured me, hands roaming my smooth Latino skin, pinching my cheeks apart. “Bend over, boy—let me see what’s mine.”

Naked now except those briefs snagged low, I stood there giggling like an idiot, hands cupping my throbbing dick, his skull tank straining over his chest. He laughed too, deep and dirty, circling me like prey. “Read for me, pup—just like you were.” He kicked my shorts off fully, pushed me back onto the futon. Pants tangled at my ankles, I sprawled naked, mag in hand, cock bobbing free as briefs finally hit the floor. His musky scent filled my nose, jeans unzipped now, fat veiny cock springing out.

“Open wide,” he commanded, straddling my chest. I dropped the mag, tongue out, slurping his salty pre-cum as he fed me inches. Gagging deep, throat bulging, spit dripping down my chin—fuck, his pubes tickled my nose. “Good boy, worship daddy’s meat.” He face-fucked me playful but firm, balls slapping my chin, my hole twitching empty.

Then he flipped me doggy over the futon edge, raw cockhead nudging my slick pucker. “Beg for it.” “Please, daddy—breed your pup!” One thrust, stretching my greedy ass wide, burning sweet. Wet slaps echoed, sweat dripping off us, his groans mixing with my moans. Pounded deep, prostate hammered, I clawed the sheets, vulnerable and owned. “Take it all, you slutty little fucktoy.”

He railed me forever, flipping to missionary—legs over his shoulders, eyes locked, that emotional spark hitting hard amid the filth. Balls deep, grinding, my cock spurted untouched ropes across my abs. “Cum inside!” He roared, flooding my guts with hot seed, creampie oozing out.

Panting in afterglow, cuddled sweaty on the futon… but little did I know, he had his piss-hard buddy waiting next door to join the pup party.