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 A Jog in the Woods By Birogers82 Nov 2012

   A young guy goes for a jog, and meets his new Daddy (M/M, nc)

   Tom was 18, fairly athletic (albeit his stamina was terrible!), and was
6ft tall, blue eyed and blonde haired, with a decent smile and an easy way
with people.  He'd decided lately that it was time he took up something
healthy to counterbalance a rather unhealthy lifestyle.  Lots of late
nights gaming, partying and working a part time job were starting to take
their toll.  He decided that the easiest thing for him would be to take up
jogging, and that as it was late summer the country park near home would be
a perfect place to try and improve without prying eyes seeing how bad he
was.

   The next day was a Sunday, perfect to kick start a fitness regime, and
so with a slight groan he hauled himself out of bed and threw on some
running clothes.  Starting with a 15 minute walk to the country park, he
stretched his legs and started to break into a jog.  There weren't many
people around at this time of the day at a weekend, and he hadn't seen a
single person on his way through a fairly flat nature trail.  After half an
hour of jogging, he stopped to catch his breath and crouched to try and
recover slightly.  As he squatted down, he could feel his legs cramping up,
and has just started to rub them when he heard the patter of paws running
down the path.

   As Tom looked up, a pair of dogs came running down the trail, there was
a black Labrador in the lead, followed closely by an Alsatian.  They seemed
friendly enough so Tom didn't panic, and he held his ground while working
the cramp out of his thighs as they ran up and started sniffing at him. 
The Alsatian seemed to be the more boisterous of the two, and jumped up
behind Tom, knocking him down to his knees.

   "Whoa boys!" came a voice, as an older guy appeared, walking around a
bend in the track after them.  Tom looked at the man, he seemed to be in
his late 50s or maybe early 60s, gray haired and with a bit of a belly, but
still stocky and quite muscular.  He had a smile on his face as he
approached, and his eyes seemed to quickly weigh Tom up as he drew closer.
"Sorry if the dogs got a bit excitable there, son" he said, "Prince and
Duke haven't had much exercise this week and they get a bit lively when
they finally get to play".  "No problem sir" said Tom, "I've always liked
dogs, and besides, they seem to be well behaved".  "Oh I have them well
trained" said the man, as Tom noticed he had moved a hand up to the top of
his thigh, and was using his thumb to tease through his pants at the tip of
a bulge, "so what brings you to be out here in the middle of the park, on
your knees?".

   The man smiled as he talked, and Tom noticed a bit uncomfortably that
the bulge seemed to be growing ever so slightly.  "Oh, I'm just out for a
run, but I had to stop for a bit to recover...I'm a bit out of shape" said
Tom nervously, "one of the dogs was a bit excitable and pushed me over". 
As he knelt there, Tom felt a small surge of excitement, a feeling of
butterflies in his stomach.  He'd never even considered what it was like to
be with another guy before, but he had a fair idea what the man in front of
him was thinking about doing right then.

   As Tom watched, the older guy winked at him and said "I see...", but as
he spoke he moved his whole hand over the bulge in his crotch, and began
rubbing at his cock unashamedly as he took a couple of steps forwards. 
"And you're sure you're only out here for running, nothing else?" "Oh no,
erm, I mean...  I'm not..." Tom started to say, but the older guy gently
cupped his chin with is free hand and raised Tom's head to look up at him.
He smiled again and very softly said "Listen, you're a very cute boy, and I
have never seen a pair of lips that looked more suited to sucking on a
nice, juicy cock".  Tom wasn't sure what to say, and so the older guy took
that as a sign of deference.

   "My name is Ken, and from now on, you will call me Daddy unless I tell
you otherwise, ok?" Tom tried to stand, but Ken stepped closer and put a
hand on his shoulder, moving his crotch even closer to Tom's face.  Tom
could smell the muskiness as he saw the clear outline of a big cock through
Ken's pants now, almost touching his nose.  "Don't try to fight me on
this," said Ken, "you've been kneeling this whole time, and that's just
your brain trying to tell you to just accept and enjoy being treated like
the little play thing that you are".  NO!  Thought Tom, I don't want
this...but then in another instant, he felt another surge of adrenaline and
pictured himself on his knees, pleasuring this big, strong dominant man...

   The dogs started to whine and let out little yelps, and Tom almost
jumped as Ken's voice suddenly became hard "SIT" he commanded, and both
dogs suddenly went silent and sat down obediently.  "You see?" said Ken, as
he seductively ran a finger down the side of Tom's face, "that's how we
behave when Daddy gives us an order."

   Keeping a hand on Tom's shoulder, Ken slowly unzipped his pants, and
eased out his now rock hard cock.  Tom gasped slightly, looking at the
thick 7" shaft in front of him, seeing his first cut cock, with a small
furry gray patch of hair at it's base.  Ken took his hand from Tom's chin,
and grasped the throbbing penis at it's base.  Almost teasingly, he softly
ran the tip of his cock over Tom's cheeks, smiling again as Tom didn't try
to pull away.  "There's a good boy, very good" he said, as he brought the
tip to rest against Tom's lips.  "Now, slide out that wet little tongue of
yours", when Tom seemed to hesitate, Ken's hand ran up from his shoulder to
the back of his head, and grabbed a fistful of hair.  "I said, put out your
tongue, boy" said Ken in a slightly sterner tone, "maybe you didn't hear
Daddy".  Tom gulped with apprehension, and slipped his tongue out as far as
he could.  "Oh yeah," breathed Ken, "can you taste how nice that is boy? 
Can you taste a little of my pre-cum already?".

   Tom felt the cock head on his tongue, it was much softer than he'd
expected, but hot at the same time.  It was actually starting to turn him
on, and he could feel his own cock starting to swell as Ken rubbed his tip
on Tom's tongue.  The pre-cum was a little salty and slightly slimy
compared to spit, but it wasn't so bad...  "Now take Daddy's cock into your
mouth, and wrap your lips around it...mind you don't touch it with your
teeth though boy" said Ken, whose tone had gone back to that of a kindly
grandfather type.  Tom did as he was told, closing his lips around the
thick shaft and moving them down over the head to the shaft.  With the
whole head of Ken's cock in his mouth, he could feel it pulsing.  "Good
boy, now start to suck a little, and put your hands up here" Ken brought up
Tom's hands to his ass and held them there, keeping Tom in the perfect
blow-job position.  "Now, start sucking that cock like it's a lolly-pop
boy," ordered Ken, "get down it as far as you can and then back up to the
tip, and keep going like that".

   Tom started moving his head back and forth, and as he did so he realized
he had a full hard on himself.  Something about being stuck on his knees,
hands held tight and a cock in his mouth had awakened something in him...he
actually wanted to suck this cock, he wanted this big, strong man to
dominate him, to force him to pleasure him.  He started to move a bit
faster, sucking hard and moving his mouth as far down as he could before
the cock got back to his throat.  As he did, with each stroke he worked it
further back until he suddenly started to gag.  Ken was moaning softly, but
looked down and said "Don't worry boy, that's a gag reflex, you keep going
and maybe you'll get the hang of it, you suck enough cock and eventually it
won't be a problem no more".

   Tom set back to it, wrapping his soft lips around Ken's cock and sucking
like the girls in the porn films he sometimes watched.  He kept thinking of
what a vile little whore he was being, and how big and manly Ken was to
force him to suck that big, hard Daddy dick.  Ken kept calling him all
sorts of things, making him even hornier still.  He'd never been called
Daddy's little cocksucker before, and hearing it just made him want to
pleasure Ken all the harder, and it made his own dick painfully hard.

   He was thrusting Ken's cock back deep enough now that he hadn't even
realized he'd stopped gagging, he was so lost in being a total little bitch
that he just kept on sucking greedily.  Suddenly Ken started to moan, and
began bucking his hips so that Tom's nose kept rubbing up against that
little patch of gray fur at the base of his cock.  Ken moved his hands up
to the back of Tom's head, and held it still as he started to fuck his
mouth with long, deep strokes.  "Oh yeah boy, you're a good little girly
cock sucker ain't ya?  Old Ken is gonna give you a real treat, I'm gonna
fuck that little mouth until I cum, and you're gonna take your first load"
Ken grunted with each stroke, as he face fucked Tom's sweet little lips.

   "Oh shit yeah, oh god, oh yeah close your eyes you little whore" Ken
ordered, as he suddenly pulled his cock out of Tom's mouth, "Keep your
fucking mouth open boy, and stick out your tongue, you're going to taste a
real man now".  Tom did as he was ordered, dropping his hands down to his
sides like an obedient little slut as Ken took a half step back.  Suddenly,
Ken let out a moan and then "Uhhnnnn" as warm, gooey spurts of cum hit
Tom's face.  It felt like Ken was going to just keep cumming, as warm cum
hit Tom's tongue, his chin, his cheeks and his forehead to run down into
his eyes.  Suddenly Ken shoved his still pulsing prick into Tom's mouth,
and ordered him to close his lips around it and swallow.  Tom sucked the
last of the cum out of the old man's cock, and before he could stop himself
swallowed the salty, hot semen.

   Still holding Ken's slowly softening cock in his mouth, Tom wiped Ken's
seed out of his eyes and looked up to see him filming him with his
cellphone.  "Oh yeah, there's a good little boy-cunt, you clean that big
daddy cock real good," breathed Ken, to Tom's horror.  As Tom's eyes went
wide at the thought of that video getting put up all over the internet, he
started to panic.  "Oh don't worry son," said Ken, "that little clip is
just for my private collection...unless you decide not to take a run in the
same place, at the same time next week of course..." Tom wasn't sure what
he could do, so he just stayed on his knees, looking up into the lens as
Ken made him lick his cock clean, smile and blow a kiss for the camera.

   "You've been such a good little boy for Daddy, I can't wait to see you
again" said Ken, in his kindest voice, "next time maybe Daddy will show you
how to make love properly" Ken gave Tom another knowing smile, ruffled his
hair, zipped up his pants, and walked off, his dogs following obediently
behind.  Tom knelt there, with his face covered in cum and a raging hard on
of his own, and tried not to get excited at the thought of being made to
pleasure his big, strong Daddy next time...