Pink
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At twenty-five, everyone Brad knew said he looked a lot younger, more like nineteen. He'd still get carded at bars which both intrigued and annoyed him. He had a good if boring office job and had his own apartment. Like most guys, he also watched a lot of porn at home and would jack off. At first, it was just the usual stuff, large breasted women sucking and fucking big stiff cocks, drinking their cum or getting facials. After a while though, he'd ventured into more what he considered bisexual or kinky stuff and even the occasional crossdressing video which – surprising himself – got him very hard and horny. One video he started to watch over and over.
It was a young gay crossdresser who he nicknamed, Pink. A bobbed pink wig with matching nail polish and pink panties. He or she really got into cocksucking with style. He'd kiss and lick the cocks before alternating sucking the huge knobs and then swooping his pink lips up and down the thick shafts, sometimes on the downstroke sticking her tongue out and licking balls quickly. Every time he watched the video, he seemed to cum harder after edging himself for as long as he could stand.
After a few months of nightly watching, Brad teased himself with becoming Pink. Online, he bought a pink wig, pink lipstick and nail polish. He eventually bought some hot pink see-through panties, stockings, and a – very expensive really – pair of pink high heels that fit his smallish feet. He would dress up in his new outfit, put on makeup and his wig and watch the video over and over. It wasn't long before Brad started imagining he was the one in his pinks, on his knees, sucking and worshipping that big hard cock with his hands and mouth.
Outwardly, in the real world, he was still heterosexual Brad, but more and more, his inner self reverted to being Pink. Sometimes, during the day, at work, or in his leisure time, Brad would catch himself checking out older men, eyeing the front of their pants and trying to imagine what their cocks looked like, and even what they might taste like if he put them in his mouth. He'd be embarrassed, but he couldn't help himself, especially if the men noticed him noticing them.
One day, his local Starbucks was closed for repairs and he found himself hunting out a new place for his usual Saturday morning coffee and pastry. The place was almost full, but he found a two-person table outside and sat down. Within a few minutes, a tall older man approached the table and asked if he could sit down. Brad glanced up and nodded.
The man was handsome and fit with just a touch of gray, wide shoulders, and trim beard.
“Thanks. It's a little crowded this morning.”
“No problem,” Brad replied with a smile.
As they sat sipping their coffees, the man's knees brushed against Brad's.
“Sorry. These tables are pretty small.” The man smiled.
Brad's legs felt electrified at the slight touch. He stammered. “It's okay. Yeah, not much room.”
The man reached down and massaged his knee, the back of his hand still brushing against Brad's kneecap. He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “You don't mind, do you?”
Brad's jaw dropped. The man's hand stayed where it was. Brad seemed to daydream for a moment. He was feeling Pink rise up in him. “Uh, no. It's okay,” he blurted.
The man started brushing his hand back and forth, seeming to caress Brad's knee under the table. “You like it?”
Brad felt like he'd lost his voice. “What?”
The man turned his hand so that his palm was now lightly rubbing Brad's knee. “You like it?” he asked again.
Brad mumbled, “I don't...I don't know about this.” He looked around nervously.
“You do like it, don't you? I wish I could touch you more. Higher. Much higher. Like between your legs.”
Oh, fuck, Brad almost said. He swallowed hard. Before he even realized it, he whispered, “Yes."
“Do you live alone? Close by?” The man asked, leaning back in his chair and drinking his coffee.
Brad murmured, “Yes.”
“Well, are you going to invite me over?”
Brad's mind went into his Pink mode. He licked his lips, imagining the man watching him put on lipstick. “Yes,” he said softly.
Unlocking his apartment door, Brad looked over his shoulder. “You're very handsome,” he said.
“And I bet you can look very pretty. If you want to.”
Brad shivered. “I'll try,” he said quietly.
Entering, Brad pointed to the couch. “Please, get comfy. I won't be long.” He went into his bedroom and pushed the door mostly closed.
The older man sat and looked around. "The Girl from Ipanema" song came from the bedroom as he waited.
When Brad re-emerged, his transformation was total. He was Pink. He smiled broadly as he watched the older man's eyes move upward from his pink high heels, up his stockinged legs, across his very short pink skirt, over his mostly unbuttoned light pink shirt, to his perfectly coiffed pink wig and his pink lips, eye shadow.
“Hi, Daddy,” he murmured quietly. “Do you like it?”
The man nodded.
“Can I sit on your lap, Daddy?”
Again, the man silently nodded.
Brad walked over and nestled on the inviting lap. He could feel how strong the man's thighs and legs were. For a moment he imagined the power of this man as he would thrust his hips, his thick hardness pressing against Brad's softness. Fucking him.
Brad sat on the man's lap, squirming a little as he put his arms around the man's neck. “Do you like me, Daddy?” he whispered next to the man's ear. He was answered when the man leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips as if tasting and then mashed his mouth harder, taking Brad's breath away.
Mouths opened on each other, their tongues danced and wrestled with each other. Brad even gasped loudly as he felt the man's firm hand sliding down his stockinged thigh and began rubbing up under his skirt until he reached his panties. This man knew what he was doing for sure as he cupped and caressed Brad between his thighs. Brad felt his panties get even more wet.
When their kiss broke, Brad took a deep breath. “Oh, Daddy,” he whispered. “I've waited so long for this.”
Long moments passed between them, kissing, caressing, making out with overwhelming desire. But every time, Brad as Pink, tried to slip down to his knees between his new Daddy's thighs and suck his cock, the older man forcefully held him back, keeping him on his lap and fingering him beneath his skirt. Finally, Daddy pushed Brad to the floor and made him stand.
“Take off your blouse and skirt,” he growled. Brad's body trembled as he obeyed.
Clad in only his heels, stockings, and pink panties, Brad was again taken onto his new Daddy's lap on the couch. The more Daddy caressed and kissed him, the wider Brad spread his legs. Now the older man became more aggressive, sliding his hand inside Brad's panties and stroking his hardened clit/dick. Brad squirmed and writhed under the rough touch and pumping. His words spewed forth.
“Oh, god, Daddy! Oh, please.” The man's strong fingers circled the head of Brad's clit and rubbed his thumb over and over on the sensitive spot beneath his cum hole. “Oh, Daddy, Daddy!”
“Cum for me, cum for Daddy,” the man whispered hoarsely until at last, Brad couldn't hold back any longer. A spurt of cum erupted on Daddy's hand, then another and again until Brad felt emptied and exhausted with the straining of his body. At last, Daddy relaxed his grip and Brad slid to the carpet.
Shaken, his body electrified with desire, Brad slowly climbed up the man's body and kissed him deeply on the mouth until slipping back down to his knees. “I want to see you, Daddy,” he managed to say quietly. “Please!”
With a smile, the man unbuckled his belt and zipped down his fly. Pushing his pants to the carpet, Brad gasped as his Daddy's erect cock came into view. He thought it was beautiful; the knobby head purple and taut, the shaft thickly veined and long; balls sack tight beneath. A single clear droplet of precum oozed from the slit.
“Oh, god, Daddy!” Brad murmured admiring it. “If I don't kiss it, I'll just die. Can I kiss it, Daddy? Tell me you want me to kiss your cock, Daddy.”
“Kiss my cock.”
“Oh. Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” He lowered his lips until they barely touched and he licked the precum drop. “You taste like honey, Daddy.”
Without a word, Brad's slack lips were stretched open as Daddy thrust the entire length of himself into Brad's mouth, the head reaching the back of his throat almost choking him. “Unnnn! Daddy!” he groaned, his mouth full. The words were barely intelligible. “Unnn, Daddy! Your cock!”
He felt the older man's hands lifting his head until the tip of his cock remained. Brad licked and sucked it, feeling his own drool filling his mouth and dribbling down his chin.
“Good girl,” Daddy said. “Just work the head now.”
The sight of her own pink lipstick smeared on Daddy's cock thrilled Brad more than she could have imagined. Her lips eagerly and hungrily applied themselves.
After only a few moments, with Daddy's cockhead in his mouth and Brad in heaven, the older man pushed him away and stood up, pulling up his pants, zipping the fly, buckling his belt. “That's all for now,” he said quietly.
Brad was shocked, his emotions awry. “But...”
“For now. I'll be back tonight. At ten. Be dressed as you are now.” He lightly caressed Pinks' face and left.
Brad was aghast. His mind raced and kept replaying what had just happened. He had no doubt the man would be back that night. At ten. But what would he do in the meantime?!
The rest of the Saturday was a hot mess. Brad kept watching porn, trying to imagine what his new Daddy would want to do. Would he let Pink suck him off? Would he want to fuck him? Brad's virgin ass clenched tightly. Would it hurt a lot? Daddy's cock was pretty big. The hours dragged on and on, Pink getting excited and nervous as hell.
At nine-thirty, he refreshed his makeup, straightened his wig, smoothed his stockings. His dick was already poking out of his tiny pink panties. A steady stream of precum oozed.
At ten exactly, there was Daddy's knock at the door and Brad almost jumped out of his tingling skin. He opened the door.
Immediately the older man entered, closed the door, and pushed Pink roughly against the wall. His breath was hot on the back of Brad's neck and he pressed closer. Brad felt Daddy's strong hands on his ass and trembled. He could feel Daddy's hard cock in his pants and reached behind him to unzip and take that cock out.
“Daddy, you are so hard,” he moaned.
“I've been thinking about you all day.”
“I've been thinking about you all day, too, Daddy.”
Brad could feel the knob of Daddy's cock between his ass cheeks, probing.
“Daddy,” he said softly. “I'm a virgin. I've never...I mean I want to, want you to, but...”
The older man grunted in pleasure. “All right,” he sighed. He turned Brad around swiftly and pushed him to his knees. “Make it wet. Just the head now.”
Pink licked and licked the head until the knob glistened and dripped his saliva. Abruptly, Daddy pulled him up to his feet and turned him around. Again Brad felt the thick knob of Daddy's cockhead probing between his ass cheeks. He almost shouted when he felt the wet knob push hard into his hole.
“Oh, fuck..sorry, I mean, Daddy!”
A few thrusts of the head and Brad felt a hot spurt in his ass. His knees weakened and he slumped. Daddy ground their bodies together. He grunted in Brad's ear as spurt after spurt of hot cum flooded Pink's ass. “Unnhhh! Take your Daddy's big load,” he growled. He nuzzled Brad's neck and nipped at his earlobe, then stepped back.
Pink slid along the wall to the carpet. It felt like his hole was burning, full of Daddy's hot lave cum. His feeling roiled and made him spasm as he lay on the floor. “Oh, god, Daddy,” said hoarsely. “That was incredible.”
The older man said nothing, just walked to the couch and sat down as he had that morning, leaving his pants open at the crotch. Brad turned his head, eyes focused on the still hard cock.
“Come here,” Daddy said quietly.
Brad crawled on his hands and knees until he was between Daddy's wide-spread legs. His eyes stayed on Daddy's cock. A few droplets of pearly cum remained on the head. “Please, Daddy,” he managed to say in a whisper.
“Lick them off,” the man told him and Brad's tongue hungrily lapped the remaining cum.
“Thank you, Daddy.”
The man rubbed his thumb over Brad's lips. “Are you your Daddy's cocksucker?”
Brad smiled and nodded. “I am Daddy. I will suck your cock anytime you let me.”
“Mmmm.”
“You like Daddy's cum in your ass, too?”
“God, yes, Daddy. I am sorry I couldn't take it deeper.”
“You will. In time.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Pink lay her face on Daddy's thigh. “You are so hot, Daddy,” he sighed. “Keep me. Please.”
Sherry
- 05.09.2020
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