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I Had a Brutal Throat-F*cking Scene With the Daddy of All Daddies: P*rn Star Parker Matson

I Had a Brutal Throat-F*cking Scene With the Daddy of All Daddies: P*rn Star Parker Matson

I've role-played Daddy-son countless times before...but never like this.

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He was one of those mature gay men who clearly knew how to fuck. I don’t know if it’s how he stood in his pictures, confidently displaying his goliathan. Just letting it hang without touching it. Letting it speak for itself.  

Maybe it was the way he eye-fucked the camera with the slightest smolder. Or perhaps it was his forearms. Yes, bulging biceps are lovely—and he definitely had them—but a man with strong, veiny forearms can choke you out. 

And I was trying to get choked out. 

Sex, for me, can be a stress releaser. When fucking intentionally—as opposed to, “I’m spiraling, feeling out of control, and will lose it if I don’t fuck”—it’s been an effective and healthy way for me to relieve stress.

And I was feeling stressed. I had recorded one of the best podcasts of my life where I was vulnerable, opening up about intimacy issues. The podcast’s release was met with being called a “psychopath” and “fuckboy” on Instagram (by people who didn’t listen to the podcast and were responding to one small snippet). 

I frequently get flak online, and it has gotten easier over time. While I don’t mind people thoughtfully disagreeing with my work, I feel overwhelmed when they attack me personally, questioning my moral character. When dozens of people pile on, it feels like I am being hit by wave after wave, unable to come up for air. (But hey, that’s showbiz!)

Thank God for Parker Matson (NSFW), the Daddy of all daddies. Daddy to the stars. Daddy for my (Daddy) issues. 

Daddy to get me out of my head (while I suck his head). He messaged, “I’m going to fill your throat full of cum.” I told him to be rough with me, and he promised he would. 

So I told my mom I was going for a drive to clear my head. 

Like all porn Daddies, he lived in the valley, just a 12-minute drive from my mom’s place.

I parked and saw a text from Parker, “Come in.” 

As I walked up his driveway, he swung his front door open. He stood, a mountain of a man, completely naked, his cock, fully erect. The sun was out, not a cloud in the Southern Californian sky. The rays hit his cock, causing it to glow. 

Cars zoomed by. Neighbors or anyone taking their dog for a walk would have seen his Johnson in full glory. Parker didn’t care. Let them see—enjoy the free show. 

I walked in and hugged him. My hand, first around his back, drifted down to cup his bubble butt. He was smooth as the skin of a plump tomato. With my other hand, I squeezed the base of his cock, and he involuntarily flexed.

“Daddy’s ready for this throat,” I said. 

“Follow me, boy,” he replied, his smokey baritone voice an octave lower than mine. He walked slowly, purposefully into his guest room. The blinds were closed, but some sunrays shone through, lighting the massage table next to the queen bed. A simple white duvet covered the mattress.

“How do you want me?” I asked while undressing. 

“On your back, head over the bed, boy.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

I assumed my favorite sexual position. Parker pushed his cock downward with his fingers and glided it down my slippery throat. 

“That’s it, all the way,” he said. I couldn’t take all of him. Not a first. “Open up, boy.” 

I gargled affirmatively. 

I relaxed, and my throat loosened. Once his dick had successfully docked inside my mouth, I opened my eyes. There was a mirror behind me. I made eye contact with myself, my face visible underneath his bubbly ass. Parker began pumping, and I’d see his dick pierce my throat with each thrust. 

“Fucking, take it,” Daddy shouted. I grabbed his smooth ass cheeks and pushed him down harder. 

“That’s a good boy,” he said. He held his dick down my throat, and I gagged, pushing him off. 

“We’re just getting started, boy,” he said. He squeezed my cheeks and pulled my face back upright before lodging his cock down my throat. 

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