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[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART SEVEN: JUNCTION

[Part six]

The socks have been tossed, and as they thwump against the floor, the question leaves your mouth. So, what do you actually want? He pauses and stares for a second, brow furrowed, as if he’s done something wrong. You clarify quickly that you want to be a good boy, you want to do what feels right, that messing around is fun but you know, this is mutual and all that. Greg’s face tightens for just a second before he smiles again, softening up everywhere but down there. He slides back on the bed, leaning into the mattress as he pats the space next to him. 

“C’mon up, kid.”

Well that’s as much an order as any. You get yourself up onto the bed, standing over shaky knees. As you get up, Greg lays down himself, the ends of his legs dangling over the end of the bed. The heft of his cock makes it stick out and bend back towards his belly, but at a distinct angle, barely bumping the fat as it spreads out. He catches you staring, then catches you as you lie down next to him, one big hand on your back.

“First things first,” Greg mutters. You smile awkwardly as he moves a hand to your pants, unbuttoning them deftly. Well, it’s just a little force, but it’s nice that he knows what he’s doing. He unzips you and starts to pull them down to fall off to the hotel floor. He smirks, and you know that he’s seen your briefs before, or at least the type: not quite sporty, distinctly gay, more colorful than anything in a box-store package. At least, when he moves his hand back up to your stomach, you can take it upon yourself to bend your legs and de-sock yourself.

You say that you know it’s a little weird to ask now, considering that you’ve already been through a bit, but Greg snorts and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m just glad you asked at all,” he sighs. “Truth is, I don’t really know what I’m looking for. Just throwing spaghetti on the wall to see what fits.”

He glances up and meets your eyes. Yeah, maybe that wasn’t exactly the cleanest mixed metaphor, but it makes sense. He grunts and leans over, turning on the bed until his belly’s touching yours, warm against you. One hand props up Greg’s head, and his other strokes your torso, just tracing you, thinking out loud. It’s hard to imagine a conversation going places when his dick is nudging you as well, resting on your thigh like it’s asking you a question.

“Like I said, all the sex stuff is weird these days. You can explain all the nuts and bolts, but like, if my kid asked about daddy stuff? I don’t know what I’d tell him! I couldn’t explain it at all!” Greg says. “Don’t think anyone would like me trying it out, honestly. But it makes me feel good, just...thinking about it. Being big and strong and making people feel taken care of.”

He pauses, and you can see him lost in thought for a moment. You’ve grown up relatively internet-savvy, and it’s no question that Greg isn’t anywhere close to that. With the number of public fetishes and the amount of stuff available online, it must be overwhelming. Gay history’s taught you enough about the past and how things used to be, how the underground was. Now that it’s all here, well, what can a man do? At least you’re young enough to grow up with that before it overtakes you, but Greg, well, the gears are turning. When he looks up, he catches your expression, and his cheeks redden as he pats your side. 

“Oh, you don’t wanna hear an old man complain about stuff,” he mumbles, trying to smile. No, really, it’s okay! “Yeah, yeah. Look, I...I hate to ask, but there’s a lot of things I kinda tried out a few years ago. Might be rusty.”

Things? Well, that’s ambiguous. Where does one start with that? Regardless, it’s what he wants, a little experimentation. It’s all part of being a good boy. You affirm, and Greg smiles, then twists his body a little. Now this part you’ve done before.

You close your eyes as Greg’s lips meet yours. He starts slow, almost in thanks, firm against you. There’s plain lip balm with a touch of honey, appropriately bearish, just a little hint about how much he’s cared for you tonight. One hand supports your head to bring it up, and one presses into the mattress. Your own hands are occupied, the right resting above you, spread and sinking down, the left trapped underneath where Greg is leaning. 

He parts your lips with an unspoken question, and you let the kiss deepen, tongues meeting each other. You can’t quite remember your first kiss like this, but it wasn’t as full, certainly not as kind. Greg’s as experienced as kisser as he is a lover, and the warmth in your mouth is as strong as the rest of him. Every part of the man’s body seems to match: the thick beard, the broad shoulders, the round belly, the intimidating cock, and his tongue is just as wide as the rest of him, sliding along your own. The hand that had been pressing into the mattress drifts down, and he’s squeezing you now, resting all his hand on your body. There’s enough coverage to make you feel that he’s bigger, always. Nothing wrong with that.

And there’s nothing wrong when he reaches down under your waistband, either. Your hands are aching again. As his fingers press against the top of your groin and start to move down, you move with purpose, to...

>> Mirror the motion and start to stroke him as well! >> Push forward, and get yourself on top on him! >> Pull him over and feel that dad weight!

[Voting is over! > PART EIGHT]

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[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART ONE: CHECKING IN

Parking might have been a nightmare, but at least you’re set. Relatively. The car’s locked and the garage is as secure as any garage can be in the city. At least this time it’s on the outskirts and not in the heart; Empire City is full of jacked-up prices for guys that aren’t worth their salt. 

The elevator begins to rise up. It’s nicely furnished, and this whole hotel is on the upscale side. One has to wonder what kind of guys are willing to rent out a whole hotel room just to have sex for one night. Or, there’s a chance that he’s staying for more nights, and that he’s got a string of men lined up one right after another. The thing is, though, he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.

You pull out your phone and bring up the profile again, the one that’s now less than fifty feet away. He’s definitely your type, at least, a big man with a nice beard and no strings attached. The beach chair and the guitar are a little goofy, but in an endearing way. At least the jorts are ripped. He reminds you of a little league coach, or a rockstar, someone who used to be cool and has accepted that they’re not gonna hit that stride again. Actually, he is a band manager according to the profile, so that second one might not be that far off. His eyes are dark and his hair is shorter, at least the hair he’s got left. It’s all the more evident in the shirtless picture he sent you once you exchanged numbers and agreed to meet. There used to be muscle, but now it’s all belly, and his smirk says that he’s eager to get back into the scene. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked about DILFs so much. Damn you and your big mouth. Hopefully, it’ll come in handy, although you haven’t seen anything yet. He didn’t ask, and neither did you.

The elevator bell rings. Stepping out into the hallway, you turn to the right, heading down the hall. Nobody prowling these halls would stop to give you a second look, but even if they did, it doesn’t matter. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen a guy like this, and if you want to shoot your shot, now’s the time. The carpets give beneath your shoes. Something’s twitching down there, already excited to get a piece of that. 

Once you reach the door, 721, your heart starts to bump a little. He said he would meet you here, and indeed, you can hear music playing behind the door, nice and soft. It’s muffled, though, and you can barely make it out. These walls are pretty darn soundproof. There’s a chance that he picked the hotel for that reason, right? Is he a loud lover? Does he like dirty talk a lot? Or, is he worried about getting caught here. That doesn’t seem to be in his character, not like the well-spoken man with some minor technological trouble. He was nice enough to work around your schedule, and to get you a freakin’ hotel room on top of that. Some men are nice in talk but messy in person, though. Ugh, no more Jersey tourists in your apartment for sure. 

There’s no need to be nervous, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. People have sex and hook up all the time. Your roommate knows that you’re out and that you’ll probably be back before the end of the night. Nothing bad’s going to happen. Your hand raises, then hesitates…

Getting his attention is easy, you just have to:

>> Text him and let him know you’re at the door. >> Walk right on in! He’s probably ready. >> Knock politely, like a good boy.

(Voting is over! > PART TWO)

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[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART EIGHT: HELD TIGHT

[Part seven]

You have no idea how much Greg weighs, but it doesn’t matter. The element of surprise and a good tug is all it takes to get him from ‘laying down’ to ‘laying on.’ A small grunt of surprise slips from his mouth into yours as he finally rests on your body. The hand that was about to stroke you has to come up and support his weight, but no matter, because just about everything is covered in a sudden flood of dad.

It’s unbelievable how warm his belly is. Every part of him is so big up close. The arms rising up underneath your pits to hold you in a hug are firm and hairy and strangely tan, a farmer’s tan—very dad-like indeed. You can hear the bed creak underneath you as his legs bend, knees supporting him just enough to not literally crush you into the mattress. His gut is firm in concept, but he’s letting it go, crushing your abdomen with all the glory his body can offer. Greg spreads over you like butter, smooth and lovely, grinding himself on the lower part of your torso. You don’t want him to pull away, not as long as you’re kissing, but when you need to you can imagine the wetness left over.

The present wetness is between your mouth. Greg kisses like a pork roast, or a crisp apple, just enough tenderness to make the juices flow. He’s not drooling over you, not exactly, although you have to admit you’re not opposed to a little sloppiness when things go further. No, it’s merely moist, tongue on tongue. His body is like yours, full of hunger; you can feel him return to this place of familiarity that he hasn’t seen in some time. The man’s body pushes and pulls and his lips roll with them against yours.

It’s safe to say that you’re just as hard as you’ve ever been, and you have to let go for just a second, sliding your hands down Greg’s sides towards your underwear. He was going for it before, but you interrupted, and now it’s your turn to show what you got. Greg rises just enough for you to wiggle and let your legs twist near the end of the bed, enough to let you slide the briefs down your thighs and off your body, kicked off towards who knows where.

There’s that feeling again. With your hard-on swinging up and pressed between your bodies once more, Greg comes back and doubles down on how close he wants to get with your mouths. All of his body is in motion now, holding you as you grip his shoulderblades right back, pulling away just to groan before you feel your lips sink back together, and he’s rubbing his hips on you. Grinding, frotting, whatever you want to call it, everything that he’s doing is calling attention to the fact that he’s got something you don’t. You wouldn’t call yourself ‘small,’ but compared to Greg, everything is small for sure. The girth dwarfs you, width squashing width, and he’s definitely got extra length in the glans at the very least. And either his balls are swollen from years of abstinence, or he’s just got hangers.

The senses are almost overwhelming you. The taste of someone else’s spit, the scent of a confident and fulfilled daddy, the weight of his body making you imprinted on the mattress—for a moment, you have to let go, stretching your arms above your head as you let your body spread out as much as it can. Whatever ends up happening, look, this much is satisfying by itself. Being naked and kissed and called a ‘good boy’ by one of the few genuinely nice men on the internet is pretty awesome in your book.

On top, Greg’s hips circle back, as if trying to get your cocks more together. It’s a teasing motion, where he’s rising and pressing down, ensuring that your body is absorbing the brunt of his frottage while your penis is utterly covered. And then his hands move. Your head is tilted back just a bit into the sheets as Greg pushes his body forwards, taking the kiss with him, and his arms are moving up as well. In moments, you can feel his hands grabbing your wrists, pulling them apart from one another above your head, with just a little weight added on. When he presses, you take in a sudden breath, small enough to show that you know something happened, but not enough to be a gasp. It’s involuntary, but Greg slows down anyway. 

As he pulls his face apart, you can see the blurriness he’s blinking away, the smile, the little bits of sweat on his forehead and the aerated bubbles of drool in his beard. “I… You doin’ okay?” he whispers. You assure him, but he can tell. The man looks up to where he’s holding you. Before you can reply to the gaze, he slips away, pressing himself down into the mattress for just a little more distance. 

“I know we, um, I know I’m trying the whole ‘daddy’ thing, but I-I’m still kinda new,” Greg says quietly. “I don’t want to do something wrong, especially when you’ve been such a good boy.” 

Well, that sends a wiggle through you, and both of you pause to chuckle quietly. Still, Greg swallows and blows a cool, nervous breath away from you.

“How...rough do you want me to be? I’m still gonna stop when you say stop, by the way. No safewords or any of that. No means no. Okay? But if you want me to be that kind of daddy, I will.”

Even with your wrists released from his grip, you can feel his nervous energy. Honestly, you think, even if Greg wants to start out there’s a chance he’ll have to stop himself. Or, if he goes further, his inexperience might not be to your benefit. Then again, you’ve both established you’re in a mood, and he’s going to listen; tonight’s all about you! You take a big breath, the air swimming with dad, and tell him…

> You can be as rough as you want tonight, daddy. > I think the best thing to do is go slow and gentle. > Maybe I can show you what I know about rough stuff.

[Voting is over! > PART NINE]

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