Dedicated to: Avery and Riley!
KEVIN'S POV (the stranger)
As I sat in the bar alone, I analyzed everyone laughing and talking loudly with their friends. Everyone seemed so happy, and there I was, alone. My girlfriend of three years had just left me, and only left a note to tell me goodbye. So, to take my mind off of things, I went to get a drink. I noticed a stranger sitting alone at a booth in the corner, and I noticed that he keeps glancing at me. He has a full handlebar mustache, and the bluest eyes I could imagine. He stands up suddenly, and strolled towards my booth.
"This seat taken?" He asked, and I shook my head, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He had this certain feeling about him that made me feel drawn towards him. I wanted to reach out and stroke his full mustache, and then after that, maybe stroke other things, if you catch my drift. This was the only man I had ever felt a connection with, and I had only heard him utter a few words.
"So... umm..." I started, and he smirked, he was fully aware of the effect he had on me, and he was clearly enjoying it.
"I just had to introduce myself," he said, and I noticed his southern accent. "What do you call yourself?"
"Uhh... Kevin," I stared plainly, and he thought about this for a moment.
"Nice to meet you, Kevin. I go by Mr. Peaches." He said, and I gave him a sideways look. He was very strange, and very mysterious, which is why I believe I was so drawn to him. I could smell scotch on his breath, and it was enticing.
"Mr. Peaches?" I asked, just to be clear I got his name correct. He nodded his head, and I shrugged it off.
"I was just about to leave so...." I said, drawing out the "so." He nodded, before standing up.
"Yes, I'm leaving too." He said plainly, and I stood up and headed for the door, once outside, he headed to his car, which was a white lambo.
"That's your car?!" I asked, the shock obvious in my voice.
"Yes," he chuckled. "Wanna go for a ride?" He asked, and I thought about this. I knew it could be dangerous, but I was a grown man! I could handle myself in an emergency. I nodded, and he held open the driver's door for me, before going to get in the seat next to me.
"This is cool..... it's like a test drive," I said, and laughed nervously.
"I'm gonna test drive you later in a dirty motel room," I heard him whisper. I was taken aback, but I was sure he couldn't have said that. He followed it with a "vroom vroom"
"I'm sorry?" I asked, meaning for him to repeat it. He just smirked and looked forward.
"I didn't say anything," he said, and I just sighed.
After we had been driving for a while, he put his hand softly on my shoulder. "Can you pull in there, baby boy?" (IM CRYING WHILE WRITING THIS!!😂) he said seductively, and I just figured people referred to each other as "baby boy" in the south. I nodded and pulled into the four seasons hotel he had pointed to.
"I just need to grab something out of my room, can you come with me?" He said, and I reluctantly got out of the car and followed him. He kept eyeing me in the elevator, but I once again just shrugged it off. Once we got to the room, he unlocked it and pulled me in by my collar. I was frozen in shock as he shut the door and slammed me against it. He kissed me and I gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to shove his tongue down my throat. I still tasted the whiskey on his breath, and I kissed him back.
"Oh, Mr. peaches!" I moaned into the kiss, and he smiled against my lips.
"Bedroom?" He asked simply, and I nodded eagerly. He walked down the hall, and I followed. He held open a door for me, and I walked in. Before I could take in my surroundings, he turned me around and threw me onto the bed. He eagerly unbuckled his pants, while making direct eye contact the entire time. I bit my lip seductively, and he finally got off his pants. He started working on mine, and I growled. (Threw that in for Riley!😂)
"Roar!" I said playfully, and he looked at me seriously.
"It's rawr XD, faggot," he said, and then threw my pants on the floor. "You ever been butt fucked, baby fag?" He said, and I shook my head no.
"It'll be nice and crispy for me then," he said, and I felt my boner rise. I couldn't help but get excited, his talking dirty like this just awoke something in me.
He took off my underwear with his teeth, and threw them across the room. I expected a bit of foreplay, but he simply grabbed me roughly and flipped me on my hands and knees on the bed. Without lubing up, he thrusted into me without warning. He thrusted roughly, and I could feel my asshole being stretched.
"Yea, take that you little bitch! You fucking like that, huh, baby boy?! You're my little baby bitch! Say da-da, fuck monkey!" He yelled, and I was in immense pain. I assumed he kept calling me a baby boy because I was 25, and he was in his mid-fifties. With one final thrust, he came, his warm gooey liquids filing my clenching asshole. He pulled out, and turned off the light to lay down before even letting me finish.
"What about me?" I said, and he chuckled.
"Fuck monkeys don't get to cum! I'm the fucking adult! I'm your papa now, baby fuck monkey!" He yelled, and I turned on my side. He spooned me, and I pouted until falling asleep in his arms.
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