"Let's go to your room, daddy."
From Create Your Own Story
The older man grins, and nods. You stand in the water, climbing out beside where he's sitting. Your dick is already hard, and as you pass the stocky older man, his rough hand strokes up your thigh and squeezes one ass cheek for a second before giving your ass a quick slap. The noise startles you as much as the sting, and you nearly trip as you reach for your towel. He smiles, rising after you. His body continues to be stocky and thick past his gut, and his dick suits him - thick, veined, hard.
"Have fun," the red-haired bear says.
"Follow Daddy," the older man says, grabbing his towel. You bite your bottom lip at the "daddy" and feel your dick jump beneath your towel. The older stocky man leads the way, out of the hot tub room and back into the hallway. You glance up and see that the otter is now on his knees, sucking the Italian delivery man's dick, and you give him a wink. He nods to you, smiling.
The self-proclaimed daddy stops at a closed door and lifts his wrist. The key is on a plastic spiral bracelet, and he unlocks the door, opening it and gesturing for you to go first. You step inside, and see a plain room, with a cot-like bed and a small table upon which a bowl of lubes and condoms sits. The room is dimly lit. The door closes behind you and the daddy's hand takes the back of your neck and squeezes just shy of hurting. You freeze. His other hand pulls your towel from your waist, and then he presses against you. His own dick is hard against the small of your back.
"You gonna make Daddy happy?" he says, voice low and gravelly. His hand squeezes your neck.
"Yes," you say.
The daddy gives you a rough shake, and his free hand wraps around you and takes your nipple, pinching suddenly. You gasp, and press back against him. His dick grows harder against your back.
"Yes, daddy," he says. He pinches again.
"Yes, daddy," you repeat. You groan at the way he's tugging your nipple. He lets go and turns you around roughly with both hands. He looks down at you, a wide smirk on his face and then puts one hand in the centre of your chest and pushes, hard. You stumble back against the cot, and sit down onto it gracelessly. The older man steps between your legs, takes your hair in one hand, and presses against you, tugging your head back so you're looking up at him from where you're seated on the cot, the older man standing above you.
"Ready, boy?" he asks.
You say...
