My date the other night reminded me of the kind of dads my friends had when I was growing up.  He was in his mid-forties, had sandy blond hair, and a height weight proportionate body: it felt soft without feeling fat.  It’s the body of someone who watches what he eats (and is blessed by good genetics) but without the definition or the firmness of someone who hits the gym regularly.

It turned me on greatly.

When I was a kid I lived next to my friend Amandine.  Our backyards faced each other and on hot summer days her dad would mow the lawn and then bake in the sun with cheap beer and sports radio in the background.  How I wish he could have been my Mrs. Robinson.  Sometimes when I was over at Amandine’s playing Uno or Clue her dad would walk around with his jeans sagging and his crack showing (plumber butt, I believe it’s called).  I just wanted to reach out and squeeze it.  Knead it.  Oh he turned me on.

Years later, after college, I would confess this first crush to Amandine.  Of course, this revelation was followed by the obligatory “Eeeeewwwww!” from Amandine and then we both dissolved into hysterical giggles.

So this guy the other night totally reminded me of Amandine’s dad.  When he stripped down to his underwear it was the Kirkland brand of Costco.  It was a tighty-whitey that was no longer tight (he must have worn it for years) nor white (it was more gray).  I found it fascinating: this is what straight, married men with kids wear in their 40′s.  This is their body.  Their thinning sandy blond hair.  I finally got to see Amandine’s dad in his undies.  And then he took them off.

I get to fuck my Mr. Robinson.

He asked if I could put on a condom before he blew me, which turned me on even more.  He’s a responsible family man, who needs a little fun on the side, and he’s being super careful about it.  I respect that — and it adds another layer to the fantasy.  Like a wholesome piece of apple pie.

And we get into it.  He starts off kneeling at the foot of my bed.  He fumbles around a bit.  His oral skills feel really good to me (I am hard hard HARD) but he’s unsure of his technique.  He says it’s been over ten years since he last played with a T-girl.  He keeps asking me if it feels good.  Yes, Yes, Yes, I moan.  To demonstrate how much I’m getting into it I slowly push his head down further and further.  I pull him towards me and onto the bed.

Now I am lying on my back, with my head comfortably rested on the pillows.  He is on his stomach, his body next to mine, he face going up and down my candy.  I reach over and grab his ass.  It’s soft and has a nice gelatinous feel to it.  I tap it.  And it send a slight wave that ripples.  I can’t help it.  I lean over and give it a bite.

He stops sucking and looks up at me.  He has an attractive face.  I don’t know if I’d call it handsome.  I’m sure he was a catch when he was younger but age catches up to all of us.  But I like looking at him.  It’s a very kind face.  Even when he’s really horny, as I can tell he is, his gaze at me is soft.  He’s a mild-mannered person in all facets of life, including sex.

Can I kiss you, he asks.

And we kiss.  His mouth and tongue are just what I thought they would be: soft and warm.  It is very easy to kiss him.

Do you want me to fuck you, I ask him.

Yes, he whispers.  Be gentle.

I turn him over so he’s on his stomach again.  His ass, soft and white.  I enter him slowly.  He tenses up just a little bit.  I kiss the nape of his neck.  I tilt his head to the side and now I’m kissing him, slow, tender, and long.  Now I’m all the way inside him.  We kiss harder.  I have my hand on the back of his head, pushing his face deeper into mine.

Daddy, you are the provider for your family, the man of the house.  But now you are my little boy, my little sex toy, my pussy boy, and I’m going to make sweet love to you.  You play the wife tonight, because there’s no doubt who’s in charge now…

I start exploring his ear with my tongue.  He shivers.  I know how good it must feel.  To have my candy slowly sliding in and out of him.  My wet tongue in his ears, to hear the waves crashing inside your skull.  And I’m making love to him so slow, so exquisitely slow.  I pry his ass apart with my two hands, I love the doughy feel of his white orbs.   And then I’m in even deeper.  I can feel the tip of my candy opening him up inside, stretching it.  With each thrust I am touching a place inside him that has never been touched.

Daddy, daddy, you little whore, I’m through.

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