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Boy Meets Dad I was naive, okay? I didn't know that being nice to the older (but handsome) guy at the bus stop would lead to what it did. We smiled at each other while we waited for the bus, but didn't say anything. When the bus finally arrived, I got on first and he followed. It was crowded, but I found an empty seat. To my surprise, he sat next to me. The bus continued on its route, and we didn't speak at first, but I could feel the heat from his thigh against mine. I got hot just fantasizing about what it would be like to have this older hunky, hairy guy take me home and fuck me senseless. Silly, I thought. Then, when I got off the bus at my stop, he followed. I'd never seen this guy before, and I surely would have noticed if he'd been at my bus stop. Dark, hairy, tall. I could only guess that he was hung like a horse from the bulge I'd glanced while he sat next to me on the bus. "You're a genuine strawberry blonde, aren't you?" he said as we got off the bus together. A little unnerved that he had even noticed me, I stammered, "That's what my hair guy says." "Nice," he smiled. "Very nice." "Thanks," I said, barely able to control my desire to just ask him back to my apartment. "I saw you looking at my crotch," he smirked. "I...I...I..." I didn't know what to say. "Want some?" He smiled. "I...I think I do," I stammered. "Thought so. Follow me," he said. I obeyed as he led me to an attractive building where his apartment was. We climbed the stairs together, and he casually brushed my ass with his big hand as we reached the landing. "This is it," he said, opening the door to a loft apartment on the top floor. "Nice," I said, still nervous. "I want to fuck your strawberry blonde ass till you scream," he said. "I've been watching you for weeks now, and I need some satisfaction. You up for it." "I guess so," I almost whispered. "Come on, then." He led me to a bed and started taking my clothes off at the same time he was taking off his own. I could see his cock starting to rise even before he pulled down his jeans, but when he was in his underwear, I knew I was in for something REALLY big. He must have been at least ten inches and thick. I started to panic. "Maybe I shouldn't do this, I mean..." "You're here now, bitch. You're mine," he growled. "I'm gonna fuck that pink hole of yours and grab that gorgeous strawberry blonde hair until I cum buckets." I'm sure my own excitement showed as I said, simply, "Okay." He took my hand roughly, and flung me on the bed. With one hand, he reached for lube and slathered my smooth ass. With the other, he stroked his huge cock. "Ready?" He asked. "Yes," I answered, suddenly hungry for him to fuck me hard. He slammed his huge cock into me without hesitation, ramming it all the way up to push on my stomach. "Wanna fuck, little blonde boy?" He laughed. "Yes, sir, I DO," I said, ignoring the pain I was feeling from his huge cock. "Get ready to ride, then," he said, then started pumping it into me furiously. It hurt tremendously, but I wanted it and wanted it bad. He fucked me and tossed me about like a ragdoll, ramming and ramming deeper and deeper. Finally, when I could take it no more, I started begging him to cum, to shoot his load into me and end the pain. "You want it?" He grunted. "YES!" I screamed. "You really want all this hot cum all the way up inside you?" He was biting my ear as he breathed the words. "YES!" I pleaded. "All right, bitch, here it comes..." With that, I felt an explosion inside me as he came and came and came in spurts of hot cum with such force that I felt as if my stomach would be filled and forced out my mouth. He bit down on my neck and pulled at my hair, violently ramming his huge cock as deep as it would go until he spent the last drop of hot cum into me. Finally, sweating and sliding on my back, he collapsed. "Nice hair," he said. |
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