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Back when I was just wrapping up college, I found a really c..
🕑 Added 2024-08-23 18:00:15 +0000 UTC Back when I was just wrapping up college, I found a really cheap apartment across town that was one of the few things in my budget. Calling it an “apartment” was generous, honestly, It was more like a duplex with what looked like a few extra buildings tact on at the last second. But still, for having a crappy job and really wanting to leave home, I was excited. I was also excited to greet Cyrus, the closest neighbor to me. He was an older, sturdier man, maybe in his late 40s, shorter but compensated with aged muscle. I could tell he was too cheap to get new clothes or didn't mind his appearance, as he mostly wore dark slacks and tight polos. Despite giving off a used car salesman vibe, the outfits were actually flattering on him. He had the exact daddy bear physique I was very much into. His hair showed more gray than black, and his salt-and-pepper beard was neatly trimmed. I'll admit it; I savored every chance I had to look at him. Cyrus was dealing with his spawn moving out to college (who must have been around my age.) He didn’t have a wife, and with everyone out of the house, I could tell he was looking for some sort of normalcy again. What started as a polite back and forth slowly evolved into a warm friendship, and I’ll admit having such a hot daddy next door always offering to spend time with me made the shitty apartment space very much worth it. Shared meals, watching TV, and just enjoying the company of one another. I’ll admit seeing him change clothes or getting too close to me on the couch would get me so hard I’d have to cover up, but up until that point, I thought he just never noticed. Something else he did, in case I was ever locked out or just needed something, was give me the keys to his apartment. Cyrus worked at some office downtown, and usually invited me to come over whenever I wanted to (It also came in handy a few times when my heat stopped working…) I’ll admit that I started with the best intentions... Cyrus had a tendency to leave his bedroom door open, or old clothes on the floor, giving me full and ample access to the clothes he had just been wearing that morning before leaving for work. Jerking off with them was incredible - Being able to inhale his musk and rub my nose against the fabric that housed his girthy cock drove me absolutely wild. Over time, I found myself getting more and more adventurous and careless with the "gifts" left for me, visiting earlier and earlier after he left for work, hoping to still capture his warmth. I wished more than anything that I had more than just dirty clothes to satisfy me and started to feel like I was some sort of pervert for doing this. A few months later, something had changed. Cyrus had been leaving for work earlier, doing his laundry less often, and coming home without mentioning any odd occurrences. He informed me that he needed to visit family for a week and requested me to watch over the apartment. I agreed and was instructed to return the next morning after he departed for the airport. As I opened the door that morning it was the first thing I saw - On the couch, right in plain view as I opened the door, was a dildo sitting upright and waiting. I had never seen it before, and briefly worried that someone had left it there as a joke—until I discovered an explanation written on a sticky note under the suction cup base of the toy: “I thought you might like something more intense. We can talk about it when I’m home. Have fun. - C” The toy was a good size, just over 8 inches, and looked to be freshly slick with something transparent. Was it…lube? I picked the toy up in my hand, feeling the girth and allowing my imagination to run wild. With careful testing (tasting) the lube that was coating the toy was simply water-based, and had just recently been used. I could smell Cyrus on the toy, like his clothes but so much more intense. He used this, he had this in his ass, and he must have left it for me. Before I could think anything else, I had the false cock rubbing against my lips, and soon enough plunging it down my throat. The lube carried his scent and tasted better than I could have ever imagined. My mind raced with images of him using that lube on himself, slowly and deliberately working that toy cock into his body. Did he take his time, savoring each sensation, allowing himself to stretch open? Or did he give in to urgency, thrusting faster and working to the hilt to fill himself up? Was he lost in thoughts of me as he pleasured himself? The muscles of his thick, beefy, and hairy body must have trembled as he lowered himself onto the toy, or perhaps he was so skilled that it was second nature to him? Fuck, that’s hot. He’s so fucking hot. How long has he known about what I’ve been doing? My thoughts swirled as I continued to suck on the toy, stroking my cock as I kneeled on the living room floor like some sort of degenerate. Is this what his daddy hole tasted like? It was incredible—soon enough, I felt my load rocket out of my cock and splatter on the floor ahead of me. I gasped for breath, carefully placing the toy down and praying that some of “him” was still there for me next time. I stood up and carefully made my way to the bathroom to clean up, I had a few more days until Cyrus was home and get the answers to all my questions…
