Three More Loads for Daddy

With Jeff gone, Marcus found that work was a breeze. He was jumping on tasks without his boss having to remind him and there was a pep in his step that wasn't there before.

His boss stopped him in a grocery aisle of the Target he worked at. "You got some feedback," she said.

"What now," he thought. Marcus braced himself.

"A customer wanted to thank you for helping her find something she was looking for. Keep up the good work, Marcus!"

Marcus smiled. On his break, he looked up the licensing exam office and scheduled an appointment. This time, he was going to ace that test.

A notification popped up on his phone. It was Jeff.

"Hey cutie! Can I get your number?"

Marcus hesitated, but his pulse quickened. They had one wild night together and he did not need that kind of drama in his life. At first, he felt a twinge between his legs and got worried he'd pop another boner. The feeling passed quickly. Clearly, Jeff had done a good job draining him.

With a sigh, he ignored the message and got back to his day. Later at the gym, Marcus was a machine. It was rare that he broke a sweat, but today was different. Nothing could stop him.

He went twice as long on the treadmill, doubled the weight on his deadlifts, and even had the energy for a quick swim afterwards.

Finally, he settled down in the locker room and checked his phone. Three more messages popped up. Of course, they were all from Jeff.

"Man, that cum was so good. I can still taste it. When you wanna go again?

"Hey mister. Got another load for Daddy? This time, I'll make ya bust so hard you'll go cross-eyed!

"Gimme a text sometime sweetie. Daddy's hole is so sore from last night. Need you to kiss it better ;P"

Great, Marcus thought. He's one of those guys. Every once in a while, he'd catch the attention of some weirdo with boundary issues. Each time, if he didn't block them, they'd blow up his phone until he did.

Marcus thought about it, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. After everything, it was still the most thrilling, intense sex he'd ever had.

Jeff had left his mark on Marcus. He hadn't felt this clear-headed in a long time. He was tempted to hit him up again, but thought better of it in the end.

Marcus put him out of his mind long enough to get showered up and go home. The next couple of days were just as productive as the first. It was like a fog had lifted. Marcus spent his free time running errands, working on his tennis swing, and he finally touched up his resume.

Someday, he knew he would be a great architect. The thought of building something of his own made his chest tingle. But he'd never get anywhere unless he took the first step.

He was done procrastinating. As soon as he got home, he booted up his laptop and went hunting. An old friend emailed him an application for an internship. Marcus glanced up at the degree on his wall.

Did he have the time for a second job?

"Fuck it," he thought. "I gotta start somewhere."

Marcus went to bed that night filled with determination. He couldn't wait to see his friends at the bar that weekend and tell them the great news.

The next morning, Marcus awoke to the sound of his phone buzzing. It was Jeff again.

The last three days, he'd been bombarded with text after text from the horny older man. They were getting progressively more lewd and embarrassing to read.

Jeff would be the death of him. He was addicted to cum and his offers to give him a release were increasingly aggressive.

Marcus tried his best to put him out of his mind. As he rode the bus to work that day, he looked out at the sunrise and realized something was wrong.

That familiar grogginess was back. The haze that plagued him for years had returned with a vengeance. He couldn't focus, couldn't think straight...and he was horny.

God, he was so horny. He couldn't tell if this was Jeff's fault. He couldn't stop thinking about him.

Marcus walked through the parking lot thinking back to the car ride where the soul was sucked out of his cock like a straw by that fat, hairless beast. He was getting pulled into his vortex.

After he clocked in and adjusted his name tag, he was thinking back to the way Jeff fished his cock out of his shorts and got it slick and wet before he stroked it with his smooth hands in the drive-through.

When he was bagging groceries for hours on end, he was dying to check his phone and see a text from the cum-hungry daddy that plagued his thoughts with memories of the chubby butt that rode his cock until he burst like a dam.

Marcus took off for the day and checked his phone to find absolutely nothing waiting for him. Jeff must've taken the hint and stopped texting him.

Just as he was approaching the sliding doors, his boss stopped him. "Hey," she said. "You ok?"

Marcus blinked. "Yeah, I'm fine...why?"

"You seem very distracted. The other day, you were so on top of things and now..."

"Sorry, I...I know I've been distracted. I'm not feeling too well."

"Marcus, I'm gonna be honest with you."

Uh-oh.

"Working here can go one of two ways. If you keep up your performance from this week, I'd feel comfortable giving you more responsibility. But, if the last two months are what it's going to be like, we might have to talk about your future here."

Marcus just about rolled his eyes.

"I don't want you to work somewhere you hate. If I have to recommend letting you go because of your attitude, I will. That's just how it is."

Marcus realized what he had to do. Nodding at his boss, he started to reply.

Just then, he saw a rather large, bald man pushing a cart down the aisle.

"Uh, I gotta go!" Marcus scooted around his boss, leaving her perplexed. He hurried up the aisle, but the man was gone.

He checked each aisle one by one, but it looked like he'd lost track of him. Heart pounding in his chest, he turned a corner and saw the man reaching for a box of cereal.

The man he'd seen wasn't Jeff. They were similar, but it turned out to be just another stranger. Marcus was conflicted.

On the one hand, he was relieved, and on the other, he was anything but. Adjusting his crotch, he turned away and got back to work.

The brain fog was getting worse. All day long, he was sluggish and needed constant reminders that he was on the clock.

He walked out of the building checking his phone. Nothing. On the bus ride home, he hit up everyone he could think of for a quick fling.

"Wish I could, but I'm out of town!"

"Can you travel?"

"It's late. Maybe next week."

Those were the responses he got from each of the men who actually did respond. As Marcus crawled into bed feeling defeated, he sighed and sent off a text to Jeff.

"Hey." It wasn't a marriage proposal, he was just saying hi. If Jeff responded, they could go from there...

Marcus waited. An hour went by without a word. He refused to believe that sex-crazed freak wasn't up this late. Still, he couldn't keep his eyes open and he drifted off.

He awoke with a start. Something warm was wrapped around his cock. His heart caught in his chest as he flipped back his blanket.

It wasn't Jeff. It was his own hand. Marcus had been stroking his own cock in his sleep. The boxers he was wearing were still on his hips, but the front hole was open enough for his dick tip to slip through.

Fuck, he was so horny! Marcus glanced over at his clock. He was already about to be late for his bus. Full of panic, he skipped the shower and yanked his clothes on, bolting out the front door.

Marcus made it to the bus just in time. It was right about to pull away. He sat down in his seat, overcome with relief. The urge to check his phone made him pat his pockets, only to find them empty.

Dread washed over him as the bus drove him further away from his apartment. Today was going to suck.

Marcus hopped off the bus and scowled all the way to work. He grumbled at everyone he bumped into in the break room. Later on, he sulked out of the storage room with a bundle of sweaters to hang on racks.

The menswear section had a corner just for winter fashion. It had only been a couple of hours into his shift and he was mindlessly toiling away when someone with a familiar voice asked him if he worked there.

Without looking up, Marcus sighed and nodded. "Yep, I work here. What can I help you find?" He was distracted, feeling sorry for himself with his head sunk past his shoulders.

Two massive arms collapsed around his sides and yanked him out of his funk. Marcus almost yelped. A large hand grabbed him by the crotch, quickly finding his hard cock.

"Jeff?! What are you doing?"

Jeff pressed his chin into Marcus' shoulder, smiling at him. "Daddy missed his boy! And his boy's big, fat cock..." He was slowly unzipping him.

Panic overwhelmed Marcus and he dropped the sweater he was holding. At the moment, the pair were shielded, but someone could turn the corner at any moment.

"I don't know what the FUCK you think you're doing here, but I work here," he protested. "Jeff!" They wrestled one another, but Jeff was surprisingly capable. His big arms had Marcus bent over slightly with his hips jutting backwards.

Jeff overwhelmed Marcus, overpowering him. "For fuck's sake, Jeff! What do you think you're doing?!"

His cock flung out into the open air. Fully exposed! It wobbled to and from, dangerously hard. In a flash, it was cradled firmly in Jeff's grasp. Marcus covered his mouth. It was the only way to keep his shrieks of surprise to a minimum.

Precum was coaxed to the tip of his raging cock by gentle, insistent strokes from root to tip.

"Oh ffffuck..." Jeff cooed.

Jeff was getting both hands into the effort. While one grasped his cock firmly, but gently, the other raked over Marcus' abdomen. The lewd act was hidden by the sweater rack. Jeff had an arm up under the front of Marcus' red polo shirt, groping at his chest.

Marcus' heart had never beaten faster in his life. He was frozen in terror, but the pleasure made his hips shudder. Jeff was hugging around his back, grinding and growling into him.

Jeff raised one hand to his face and spat on it. He continued to jerk him off with one hand, now. Marcus hadn't cum in several days. For him, that was an eternity. It wouldn't be long before he busted. Not long at all.

"You miss me? Miss havin' Daddy take care of this big cock? I bet you got a big, HUGE load saved up for me. I just wanna make my boy feel good..."

Jeff hummed and hot breath wafted over Marcus' neck. Deft fingers strummed his rock hard nipples and Marcus stiffened.

"These balls are so heavy. Fuck. Cum for Daddy, baby. Give Daddy that load."

There was no way this was happening. Marcus had no time to think. Jeff's slippery tongue darted out and lashed inside Marcus' ear. It was a new feeling for him, but Jeff had absolutely no boundaries with him.

"Oh baby," Jeff whispered between licks. "Daddy's not asking anymore. I want this load. Daddy gets what he wants. Make Daddy proud. Feel Daddy's big hand workin' that fat cock."

Marcus closed his eyes and whined, desperate to end this. He squealed into his own hand and nodded furiously. Jeff took that as a sign that he was ready.

"You wanna cum all over these clothes, don't you baby? Just let it all out, huh? Just spray that load all over the place? Daddy's gonna make his boy bust all over this store."

With a grin a mile wide, Jeff looked down over Marcus' shoulder and watched his stomach rolling, his chest heaving. "Oh fuck, you're about to cum, oh fuck yeah! Shoot it, boy! Shoot it!"

Marcus' back was arched, but his front was facing the rest of the store as the flood gates opened. Without warning, Jeff wrapped his heavy arm around Marcus neck, cutting off his air supply in a chokehold.

The result was explosive. Jeff stopped moving his hand and just held Marcus by the base of his dick, aiming his cock up so that every rope jetted up and sprayed all over the table.

He jerked and spasmed, mindlessly pumping a gushing load of cum in wild blasts that flung everywhere.

The whole time he was being milked dry, he was grabbing at Jeff's arm. Jeff was growling with sinister amusement. Marcus was squirming and pleading with choked cries.

"Unh-unh baby, not 'til I get all that cum out. Shoot that load for Daddy, that's right. Fuck I looove feeling you throb in Daddy's hand."

Jeff wasn't choking him tight enough for it to hurt. Marcus was even able to suck in a couple of quick, precious breaths while Jeff finished him off with a few more insistent tugs of his dick.

"Look at that! Fuuuuck, my baby needed to empty those fat nuts! Look at this fuckin mess. Daddy's messy boy..."

Everything Jeff said embarrassed Marcus to no end, but FUCK, it was so hot!

Marcus was starting to come down. He stopped fighting and pulled Jeff's arm closer to his chest. Jeff released his neck. He gasped, catching his breath and looked down for the first time.

Marcus cringed at the sight of all the hot jizz, sticky and webbed, that covered the sweaters and dripped down off the sides of the table display.

Marcus slowly turned around, aghast at what they had done. He should've stopped him, he never should've let it go this far. He was ready to murder Jeff for showing up like this.

But he was too slow. Jeff got down on his knees and Marcus' nostrils flared with rage. "Jeff, no!" He protested, but it was useless, now. Jeff was cleaning off his cock, polishing his knob, lapping up his cum with his greedy, salivating tongue.

Marcus winced. Jeff had an effect on him that he couldn't shake. How could he resist?

The sound of a shopping cart rolling by behind him made his heart drop like a rock. Marcus didn't dare breathe. His heart dropped like a rock.

The sound grew more distant as Jeff licked at his cock tip, eliciting another jerk of his hips. He hummed in satisfaction before standing up.

"Baby, you taste so fucking good." Jeff was standing centimeters from his face.

"Jeff. You gotta leave. RIGHT now!" Marcus was still panting. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head. Jeff still had him in his grip, lips hovering ominously close to his face.

"And leave Daddy's boy hangin'? You're still hard, baby..."

Marcus couldn't believe it. The way he'd just made him explode was mind-numbing, but he was right. His dick was throbbing like mad in his clutches. One hand was gripping his stiff shaft, the other was manhandling his traitorous ball sack.

"Jeff...I'm gonna KILL you."

"I thought I told you to call me Daddy," Jeff purred. Marcus could smell the cum on his breath as he looked up at him. Fuck, his lips were HUGE.

Marcus quivered.

"Heheh, come on baby...just admit you love it..."

"D-...Daddy..."

Jeff smiled, and then he launched at him. Their lips met in a fiery passion. Hot, wet, and loud, they embraced. Daddy had his hand tugging on Marcus' cock furiously as the other pulled on the back of his head.

Marcus' hands leapt to Jeff's hips and his chest sank into the fat man's. Daddy's pecs were mashing against him, heaving as he breathed into him.

Their heads swiveled with each other. Their tongues danced and wrestled. Daddy lashed inside his mouth and sucked Marcus' tongue like hard candy. Marcus bathed Jeff's lower lip while he clung desperately to him.

The pair were mad with lust for one another. When Daddy pulled away, Marcus was panting, his chin drenched. Daddy took Marcus by the wrists and pulled them down, planting them on his rear and forcing him to sink his fingers into the pillowy flesh.

"Mmm, fuck, you taste good. Remember how hard you grabbed Daddy's butt when you fucked him? Daddy wants more." Jeff dove back in for a kiss, but Marcus turned away and held up his hands to stop him.

"Jeff, no! I can't! Are you crazy?" Marcus had one hand on Jeff's cheek and the other on his plush chest, desperately keeping him at bay.

Jeff laughed. "Aw, baby, don't be shy. I know you got three or four more loads in you. Let Daddy get it out." He kept stroking Marcus's dick and shoving his face forward to kiss him again, but Marcus wasn't having it.

"No. Stop! I'm dead serious right now, you need to leave." Marcus was almost out of his grip. He stumbled, but managed to keep his footing as he was backed up against the wall. "Why are you trying to get me fired?"

"No. You want me, baby, I can feel it. Give Daddy another load. Just one more, baby."

"No! Jeff, I swear to God, get the fuck out or so help me..."

Jeff was peppering Marcus' neck with kisses. Marcus swooned under each one. "One more. *mwah* Just one more, baby. *mwah* Just one more, please."

Marcus groaned. This was maddening! It killed him to admit it, but all his begging was melting the ice wall he put up. Marcus caught himself biting his lip and groaning, then shook himself out of it.

"Can't you just...wait 'til I get off work?"

"Daddy wants you to get off NOW, baby boy..."

He managed to get Jeff to back off a step and he turned around, only to see his boss coming down the aisle! She had a clipboard in her hand and wasn't looking where she was going.

Marcus shoved Jeff behind a tall clothes rack. He was just in time. His boss raised her head to see him nod at her and hang up a sweater with his exposed lower half hidden behind the table. It was a good thing, too. His dick was still dripping wet, slick and shiny with spit and cum.

She rounded the corner. Marcus let out a huge sigh of relief. Somehow, she hadn't noticed the torrent of jizz he'd unleashed over the sweater display.

When he looked back, Jeff was gone. Fuck, that was close. Marcus adjusted his shirt and wiped off his wet chin with the back of his hand.

He was just starting to pull his cock back into his pants when he was grabbed and pulled backwards. "Hey!" He yelped when he was pinned with his back against the wall.

On either side of him were heavy winter coats hung up on the wall. Marcus disappeared in them, pushed deeper by Jeff's fat ass backing up into him.

There he was, sandwiched between Jeff's big ass and the wall behind him, squirming and wondering how the hell this had escalated so quickly.

Jeff slipped the back of his pants down just enough to let his fat butt sag out and press into Marcus' crotch. His dick was pointed upwards and slipped into the warm crack of his ass every time Jeff pushed back.

Marcus was seeing stars. Just when he was about to protest again, he heard a shopping cart being pushed down the aisle. He didn't dare move. He didn't breathe. His skin crawled, knowing for certain that he would be caught.

The cart pushed by and kept going. Marcus must've been hidden behind Jeff and the huge coats around him. Marcus closed his eyes and said a silent prayer.

"Fuck, that was close, huh?" Jeff smirked and wiggled his hips.

"Jeff," Marcus whispered. "Get...the FUCK...off of me!"

"Wait, someone's coming! Let them pass, first."

Marcus froze. Jeff, on the other hand, was gently wagging his hips from side to side. The result was toe-curling. His cock was trapped between those soft, massive globes and leaking precum like a broken faucet. It only made the crevice more slippery, adding to the tantalizing pleasure.

Jeff clenched his cheeks, forcing his cock to bob up and plop back into its warm new home. Marcus moaned softly. Jeff grunted. The two of them were basically fucking in the middle of the store.

Marcus' heart was pounding. He found it hard to catch his breath. His arms were folded up against his chest. Besides digging his fingertips into Jeff's back, he was helpless to stop Jeff from teasing him.

"Are they gone, yet?"

"Don't think so. Better stay back there until the coast is clear."

Okay, now he knew he was lying. Marcus couldn't hear anything. Furious, he pushed Jeff forward and off of him, half-releasing his cock from his ass. Though he was free for now, his dick was still rock hard and jutting forward, aimed directly at-