Wolfkid Jack

Yesterday I was hit up by a 23-year-old kid with pictures that made him look kinda weird in the face, like a young Wolfman Jack. A *lot* like Wolfman Jack. I'm not all that into Wolfman Jack, so I was merely polite at first, but he unlocked his pictures and while they were small and not very well-staged, they made it look like he had a sweet little body. You don't expect Wolfman Jack to have a sweet little body, so it was weird to look at the pictures, kind of like those trendy photos where guys with nice bodies put animal heads over their faces, only this face was real. He had a very nice manner, saying he wanted to please "daddy bear" in any way he could (is there any phrase less sexy than "daddy bear"??) and said he would swallow my cum yadda yadda. I have been working like a motherfucker lately, often staying up till 2 or 3, and was so stressed out and pent-up yesterday when he hit me up that I relented, decided I could eat his very pretty ass out a lot to keep interested, and just let his enthusiasm for my penis carry the day. So I invited him over and he was here in 20 minutes. Well! Let's just say he's not photogenic! He was so cute my dick was hard as granite class and got me off good and I loved it!

I've since checked out his pictures again and he really just doesn't look good in them. But when he showed up he was much less Wolfman-y and more sweetly, earthily cute, with beautiful dark eyebrows, glittering eyes, and lips as smooth as a Loewe leather bag. Big, beautiful hands. He pounced on me in the foyer as soon as he came in, and we got right down to it.

I was functioning on about 4 hours of sleep and had hoped he would just let me lay there and suck me till I was cross-eyed and stupid, but he was really a beautiful kid. I hopped up on him after he'd sucked me to full mast and humped the living hell out of him. He'd pulled off all his clothes as soon as we got to the bedroom-- "Can I just take this all off?" he said, taking it all off and not waiting for an answer-- and out of his pants sprang a dick that was basically the size of three dicks all merged together into one super-dick. It was literally twice as thick as mine and maybe 30% longer. It was more like a cucumber made of flesh than a dick. And when I got on top of him and pushed my hips into his, after a few minutes of grinding and intense making out-- he was all over me, holding me so tight I could have broken in half-- he suddenly pushed me off him violently. The smooth skin above his pubes was a lake of clear, slick pre-cum; a glittering thread of it was in the process of oozing out. "I got close," he said. I like getting guys close by just humping them-- I've made dudes cum that way and it's fucking awesome-- but he could have just asked me to get off! He was actually rather rough for a daddy-pleasing boy; he had no compunction about trying to toss me around the bed and at one point did mount me and rub that monstrous apparatus all over my pubes with my legs bent back. I humored him because his face was so handsome and serious and full of pleasure. He was an extremely sensual kid. We had a lot of fun.

When I got close myself, during more fooling around, he said very earnestly and plaintively, "Noooo… I want to make you cum." I told him I was in no hurry and he smiled an enigmatic, very satisfied smile, and we kissed more. Somehow we 69'ed; this has to be the fattest dick I ever crammed into my mouth. The dickhead was like a small plum tomato, goddamn it.

Eating his ass really opened his hole; I think I got half my tongue in. And I fooled around with poking my dick near his hole. He liked it, and I think he wanted it, but was worried about what was most definitely true: I wanted to slip right in with no rubber. I got close several times and the last time, he again very forcefully pushed me back, so that I was in a kneeling position and upright, and then he dove down into my groin and sucked me furiously. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up," I said sternly, while my dick bloated with blood to the point that I thought it would slit itself open, and that only made him suck harder, and so I just laughed, put my hands on my hips, admired his really intense handsome beauty, and let him make me cum. It all just shot into him and he kept sucking me hard, and the jets were angry, fast, and hard. After about 10 seconds he slacked up but I put my hands on his head, and barked, "Still cumming," and he resumed his tempo. He sucked the living hell out of me. I think he just made me cum to keep himself from letting me put my raw dick in him. It was probably a smart move.

And then he spat me just as furiously out, right into my pubes. Another huge glob of me was webbed between his thumb and forefinger. I can't remember what he did with that glob… did he put it back in his mouth? Wipe it somewhere? I couldn't tell if he spat me out because he doesn't swallow or because I came too much for him. I sent him to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and when he came back, he announced, "That was a lot of cum." "I cum a lot," I said redundantly. He got back on the bed with me and asked if I give back massages. He had an accent which I couldn't place. I told him I could try. So he lay face down and I straddled his very pretty ass mounds and rubbed his back. His body was shaped beautifully but wow, this kid had like no musculature to him. I'm not usually given to doing this with random people; this kind of touch is normally reserved for my partner, who is pretty built, with gigantic back and arm muscles. I kept looking for muscles to rub and not really finding any, wondering how he can possibly even raise and lower his arms with such thin musculature. So eventually I just began stroking and raking his skin slowly up and down. His hair was a beautiful dark chocolate color, full of loose swirls in a bit of a hipster cut, short on the sides and very floppy on top. Sometimes I like to just touch and admire someone. So I let the minutes pass, unrushed. But then my work responsibilities came flooding back to me. I took an hour to cum with this kid, and now I'd massaged him for 10 minutes or so. He could tell I was pulling away, and sat up. We got dressed in silence; I was very preoccupied and then realized so much time had passed that making some inane small talk comment would be even more awkward. Finally I asked him if he wanted a drink, and he seemed sort of relieved. I poured him some apricot juice and we talked a bit about the renovations I'm doing in the apartment now. He noticed some stuff of my partner's and asked if it was mine; when I told him it was my partner's he seemed to withdraw a bit again. We kissed again and hugged tight, and he said to keep in touch. I told him I would. And then very shyly, he said, "Thanks again, Daddy." I laughed, patted his ass, and said, "Take care…. son." He looked over his shoulder and his eyes glittered again, and he was gone.