OK, I got daddy issues. I’m a 19 year old lacrosse player on scholarship. Popular guy on campus and in my fraternity. I usually have to come up with excuses why I’m missing parties on the weekends.
Cause I’m too busy shacking up with Mr. Johnston. I’ve been collecting muscle daddies and Mr. J is the cream of the crop. At 55, he’s the oldest guy I’ve ever had sex with, and he keeps his body in amazing shape. Something about the contrast between hard muscle and gray hair turns me on like nothing else.
I don’t know if he’s taking viagra anything but we fuck like bunnies each time. Mr. Johnson will load me up and a half hour later when we’re making out, his thick dick will rise again and I’ll climb on for a second or a third fuck.
The last time we met, the man was fucking me hard and heavy from behind. Me on all fours, him piledriving that masterful cock in deeper and deeper. From his breath, I could tell he was getting close.
“Ever wish you could get pregnant, kid?” he grunted. I knew his ejaculation was seconds away and soon my guts were gonna get injected with his sauce. The very thought made me shoot all over the bed sheets, hands free.
When he finally pulled his spermy prick out and I flipped over on my back, Mr. Johnson had a huge smile on his face and his posture was proud and erect. The fucker knew he had me.
