"How about a rugged handsome muscle daddy?" I said, smiling at the idea. Runt raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh okay, want to go a little older do we"
"That a problem?"
"No, not at all, I was just expecting something a little more.... exotic, is all" explained Runt, shrugging his shoulders. “But what the hey, could be fun. One thing though, do you know anyone that fits that description".
"Matter of fact I do" I replied, having just the guy in mind. There was an older hunky guy that lived just down the hall from my apartment. "I think his name is Joel .... Armstrong? No wait, Armstead. Anyway, he lives in apartment 5 by himself I think"
"Wait, he lives here?" said Runt, surprised again. "Well that makes things a whole lot easier" He then jumped off the couch and walked towards the door, before stopping and turning to face me. "What are you waiting for, lets go meet the guy".
"It's half 3 in the morning" I said sceptically.
"No time like the present as they say" replied Runt in a surprisingly chipper tone as he opened the door to my apartment. He walked out, then after a couple of seconds, walked back in. "Which way is apartment 5?"
I rolled my eyes. We were really going to do this now.
"Follow me" I sighed, getting up.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
We walked along the dark deserted corridor, me thinking to myself just how much my night has taken a turn for the weird.
“I heard that,” said Runt somewhere behind me.
“Heard what?”
“You think I’m weird”
“Not you… well not just you, more how weird this night….” I paused. “Are you reading my thoughts?”
“Then stop thinking so loud”
My brow furrowed in confusion. I decided not to ask.
“Apartment 5, here we are”
“So now what?”
I heard a strange whoosh noise behind, and then Runt stood in front of the door, dressed as a UPS delivery guy, his tail and horns now missing, holding a box. He knocked the door.
“Are you crazy, cant you just do it from here?” I whispered.
“I have to touch him at least once somehow”, he whispered back. “Now shut up and hide, I got this”.
I leaned as close to the wall as I could.
“Who is it?” called a gruff, deep, somewhat drowsy voice from the other side of the door.
“Package for a Mr. Armstead” replied Runt.
“It’s half 3 in the morning… I didn’t order anything”
“See, told you” I mouthed at Runt, who remained undeterred.
“It’s special delivery sir”
After a few moments, there was the clanking of locks, and then the door opened. I placed a hand to my mouth so he wouldn’t hear me, pressing myself flat against the wall as hard as I could.
“This had better be good,” grumbled Joel, somewhere through the open door. He had a southern accent, Texan maybe?
“I apologise for the time sir”, continued Runt, holding out a delivery device for him to sign. “The sender said it was very important to get this to you as soon as possible”
“Who the hell would send a package at three in the goddamn morning?” groaned Joel, sounding annoyed as he passed back the signing device.
“Well, no time like the present as they say” said Runt, politely smiling. The moment his hand touched Joel’s, a strange light flashed, followed by that whooshing noise again. Shielding my eyes, I looked back to see Runt, back to his normal self again.
“Well that was easy,” commented Runt, holding out a hand, the palm of which was emitting a soft red glow. “I swear, humans are so much easier to deal with when they’re tired”
I slowly peered around into the doorframe. Joel was standing, motionless, his mouth hanging open slightly, his eyes covered by the same red glow.
“What did you do to him?” I asked, waving my hand in front of the man’s face. “Is he, like… hypnotised?”
“You’re a smart cookie aren’t you” said Runt, coming across as somewhat patronising. “But I gotta say… you have good taste. Woof”
I didn’t know Joel very well, might have said good morning to him on my way out to work, to which he would reply with a nod and a gruff ‘Hi’, and the occasional small talk in the elevator, never anything personal. But he was as much a hot dilf I remembered him as.
He was about 6 foot 3 and had a hunky, muscle bear build, with a thick ab adorned torso, as I knew he went to the gym almost every morning. His hair was dark brown, short but not shaved, with grey in his sideburns and his short, scruff beard.
His face was handsome with strong manly features, a wide, square jaw, wide dimpled chin, thick yet neat eyebrows, and green/grey coloured eyes. His skin was tanned, a few frown lines on his forehead, a few wrinkles on his eyes. He was only wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and dark blue plaid boxers, so I could see his big meaty pecs had a good amount of hair on them. I also saw a plump, thick looking bulge in his boxers.
“Let’s see what we have here…” muttered Runt as he closed his eyes, placing a finger on Joel’s forehead. He then opened them, the imp’s eyes glowing red as well. “Joel David Armstead, 42 years old, born June 15th 1972 in Dallas, Texas. Divorced, father of two. Moved to New York City, in April 2007. No meaningful relationships to speak of”
Runt withdrew his hand, shaking his head as his eyes turned back to normal.
“Wow” I said, impressed by the amount of info Runt found. “You found all that just by touching his head?”
“Among loads of other things, yeah. Now lets find out the important stuff shall we?” said Runt, grabbing the front of his boxers and pulling them down. Runt let out a whistle as the man’s meat flopped out. “Whoa… He’s a big boy… you know… for a human”
From what I could tell, Joel’s cock was almost about as thick as a soda can, and hung at around 6 inches soft, his foreskin enveloping the entire head of his thick tool. I watched Runt squat down and cup Joel’s big hairy balls, before giving the shaft a few tugs.
“I reckon about 10, 10 and a bit” he said, stroking his own hard on, before he placed the man’s cock into his mouth, gave it a few deep throats, and pulled it out again. “Mmmm… You've got really good taste,” said the imp, wiping the pre cum off his mouth.
I felt my own cock getting hard in my underwear. I couldn’t remember being attracted to Mr. Armstead before, maybe it was Runt’s doing, but I had to admit he was an impressive man. I stared at the huge twitching man meat and big hairy balls in Runts hand.
“Oi, focus” said Runt, snapping his fingers.
“Sorry, I just never noticed before how…” I trailed off, before shaking my head. “So what happens now?”
“Well, up to you really” shrugged Runt. “We can have some fun with big daddy here, I certainly wont object. Or… you can hop right in and take him for a ride… so to speak”
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