I was a freshman living in a college dorm, away from home for the first time, when I met him. Being eighteen and realizing that not only did I like guys, but that I liked older guys, made me even more dazed and confused than ever. That's when I met Jerry.

Jerry was in my freshman English class. He was returning to school to earn a degree so he could move up in management from his construction foreman job. He stood six-foot-three and weighed a muscular 210 pounds at age fifty-nine. He virtually lived in jeans and T-shirts.

He came to my attention one day in class when he responded eloquently to a literature question, belying his seemingly blue-collar roots. I lusted after him from afar, until the day when we ran into each other in one of the campus bathrooms.

Oblivious to everything around me during finals week, I popped into the bathroom between classes, dropped my book-bag, unzipped my fly, and pissed mindlessly into the urinal.I came out of my stupor to realize that someone else had come in and stood by the urinal beside me. Trying to be unobtrusive, I took a peek down at the cock unfurling out of its tight-jeans crotch. It must have been at least eight inches long. I looked up, then back again, as the sweet, cut cock began to piss in the bowl. My own cock started to grow, making my face turn red, but I couldn't help stealing glances at that hot cock.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice. "Do you like what you see?" it said. Horrified, I started to zip up, but the man's hand grasped my shoulder. "Relax, Dan," he laughed. "I'm in your English class. I'm Jerry, that old guy taking freshman English!"

Even more embarrassed, I ran out of the bathroom, trembling. However, my dick was still hard and began to drip pre-cum. I waited outside the door--nervous, but just too excited to leave.

Jerry stepped out and saw me there. I couldn't help looking into his eyes, my ears and cheeks growing beet red, and then I looked away. He said: "Look, Dan, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It's natural to check things out in the john. Everybody does it." He glanced down at my crotch, where my seven inches were clearly outlined in my tight shorts. He grinned. "I see something in there inspired you." I blushed, but managed to say: "I have another final in a half hour. Then, I'm done for the day. Uh...w-w-w-would you like to meet for coffee or uh...afterward?" Jerry smiled, slapped me on the back, and said, after an appraising scrutiny of my ass and crotch, "I'd love it...I've got a few things to show you that you might just like!" We agreed to meet at the local coffee shop.

Taking my final exam, I could hardly focus on writing anything with any semblance of meaning as all I could see was Jerry unfurling his cock again and again every time I tried to think. Finally, the exam was over, and I sprinted out of the classroom to meet him.

He was waiting in front of the coffee shop, his smile showing he was happy to see me. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he suggested. "My house is only a few miles away...that is, if you trust me?" I looked at his crotch, his tight jeans, his pearly white smile, and simply nodded.

We got into his truck and started driving down some back roads to get to his house, which was in the woods. It was a lonesome place. I had started to panic a little, thinking that perhaps I had made a mistake, when Jerry starting rubbing my crotch and slipping his hand under my shirt. As he was driving, he put his big paw on my hand and guided it toward his crotch. His stiffening prick stretched out like a big sausage. "You like Daddy's cock, don't you?" he murmured, patting my own growing bulge. I mumbled something incomprehensible.

"Answer me!" he demanded. "You like Daddy's cock, don't you? I want to hear it!" I answered louder this time, "Yes, Daddy Jerry, I think you have a great cock!" I couldn't believe I had just said that, but it felt exciting and thrilling to even utter it! Then he said gruffly, "You're going to show me how much!"

He pulled the truck over to the side of the road before we got to the house. We were deep in the woods. It was pitch dark except for the moonlight gleaming through the windshield. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head into his crotch. The violent movement was kind of scary. I struggled at first, but the man had been a construction worker and was far stronger than I, so I wound up with my face buried in his crotch.

"I saw you eyeing me up," he growled. "I liked your chicken ass when I saw it. Now unzip my pants and roll them down."

He pushed my head deeper into his lap and held me by the hair. My lips were pressed hard against his musky underwear. "Sniff that hot-daddy tool and LICK!" he ordered me. "I want my crotch drippin' wet with your spit, cocksucker!" I had trouble breathing at first, but lust took over. and I responded like his slave--licking and sucking and lapping till his big cock nearly burst out of his underwear. As I licked, Jerry managed to get my pants off me, then my underwear, and was fingering my cockhead. "I see," he muttered, "that you like Dad's crotch, don't you?"

I groaned, "Yes, Daddy...I love your big, manly daddy-cock!"

"Good," he said, "cause you're gonna get it in every hole you have!" With that ominous warning, he took the pre-cum he had on his thumb and forefinger from my dick and started slid his thumb into my tight, pink, puckered asshole. I yelped, but my screams were muffled when he ripped off his undershorts and rammed his penis deep into the depths of my throat.

Greased with sweat and my pre-cum, his thumb and forefinger stretched and pulled the hot, wet membrane inside my asshole until I nearly strangled on my screams and tried to lift my head off his dick, but he held it down like a vise. As painful as it was, I loved having my nose buried in his stiff, sweaty pubes and began, perversely, to enjoy his fingers fucking my butt. I wanted them to go deeper and faster.

At that point, he pulled his fingers out and yanked my head up till I looked at him eye-to-eye. "How many dicks you had up that hole?" he asked gruffly. "It feels pretty loose to me!

"Nothin' but dildoes, Daddy Jerry," I admitted truthfully, "and none as big as your dick!"

"That's about to change, cocksucker!" he barked and then ordered me out of the truck.

I was scared shitless by now, having realized how violent he could possibly be, but he was bigger and stronger than I was. I felt I had no choice but to do as I was told, and got out. I stood trembling in the moonlight, afraid of what might happen next.

He slipped out of my side of the truck, hanging on to my arm so I couldn't get away. "Let's go, fuckface!" he snarled.

I froze to the spot. "Are...are...you goin' to kill me?" My heart was in my shoes.

Suddenly his voice softened when he said , "No, Danny, I won't say I won't hurt you, but it'll feel good." There was a gruff fondness in his voice, undoubtedly because he realized he had come on too strong. "Now, move out!"

No longer in fear for my life, I tramped with him through the woods till we came to a clearing. Jerry stopped, pushed me to my knees, thrust his big daddy cock out, and pushed my mouth onto it. Now, more excited than scared, I licked and sucked and swallowed like a pro. Finally, he took my spit and his pre-cum, and rubbed the back of my ass again as I stood up. "Turn around and bend over," he whispered, less harsh than before. He kneeled behind me, spread my cheeks, and started licking and tongue-fucking my butthole.

I melted against him. "Oh, big daddy Jerry...No one's ever done that...that feels so fuckin' good...lick my hole, please, big daddy!"

After my favorable reaction, Jerry dug in his tongue like a hoe to the furrow, alternating with his probing thumb and forefinger again. My soft moans became loud groans of pleasure. This seemed to increase his pleasure, His breath erupted in snorts with each stroke of his tongue or fingers.

Without warning, he got up from and jammed his thick, eight-inch battering ram up my nearly virgin ass. He cut off ,y screams of agony by shoving three of his fingers in my mouth and commanding me to: "Suck these! Get into the rhythm! Let daddy's dick open up your valentine. Be my baby, be mine!"

I was! I sucked those fingers like a teething infant, trying to control the belly-heaving grunts that burst from me with each thrust of my daddy's hard manhood into my guts. When he reached around me to jerk my cock in rhythm with his shoves. My body responded to his movements with a backward thrust of my own. If fucking was music, we were playing our song.Passion swept over us. My balls began to boil. Jerry made a final, ecstatic lunge when his cum burst in my ass. I fired my load in a high and steady stream when I felt the warmth of his massive load flooding my body. We both shot squirt after squirt of rich, creamy cum.

When I thought we were done, Jerry surprised me by still being hard and not pulling away. "Hang on, baby," he whispered hoarsely, "here comes the best part!" He dug in deeper and clung to me tightly.

Suddenly, I felt a stream of hot piss hosing up my ass. I tried to squirm away, but he clutched me in am unbreakable bear hug. His piss leaked back out after what seemed like a gallon or more, but still it flowed. What an unbelievable sensation!

When he was done, he pulled out, turned me around, and pushed me to my knees. "Clean me up with your tongue!" was his final command. At that point, I was up for anything, so my tongue worked over his cum-stained balls, crotch, and cockhead.

When I was done (and after I squatted to fully drain my ass!), he lifted me up by my shoulders, hugged me, and kissed me like he really meant it. Our sweet embrace after such hot love was an added treat in the cool evening air. I knew by instinct that this was to be only the first of many such love excursions with my new "dad."