“And a good throat.”
He giggled. “I also got a taste of you. Sweet.” He smacked his lips.
“I need a taste of you,” I told him, nodding my head and letting him free from between my legs. I looked back and sawhis cock, bouncing with excitement, leaving strings of precum across his belly. “Don’t blow your load.”
Down the bed I went, back between his legs. My tongue explored his tip, all the way down, and then across his stomach where the sweet precum dots had landed. I lapped every single droplet up as he hunched his head into his shoulders and grabbed the sheets around him, moaning.
My tongue knew its way around, and if it could reach the bottom of a pudding cup, there was no telling what it could do for him. Once his cock was teased, I lifted his legs and played with his balls, tracing the line down his taint with my tongue until I was reacquainted with his ass again. This time I broke through the pucker with my tongue. He pulled the duvet and sheets in harder, as if he was trying to cocoon the two of us together.
“I wanna fuck you,” I said from between his legs. “I want to be inside you.”
I left the bed for a moment, running around in search of condoms. I had some, I knew I did. They were just somewhere I hadn’t planned on finding them anytime soon. I managed to open a second box; it was the second box of underwear and socks. I was surprised I hadn’t thrown them out when I was packing to move. But the box of condoms, still in date, was buried at the bottom.
Leo was almost completely consumed within the duvet when I got back, giggling to himself. “You have to find me,” he said. He was still visible, and all that giggling gave way to the little shimmy he did.
I bounced on the bed at his side, and he would’ve gone flying if there wasn’t a large hollow in the mattress, or if he hadn’t been clinging to the bedding itself.
“Legs up,” I said. “Good boy.”
Leo followed instruction well, pulling his knees into his chest. His cheeks spread, naturally, showing off his perfect little hole for me. He was all prepared for me, and I wanted to go in slow.
Rolling the condom down my cock, I gave his ass a little tap, spreading some of the excess lube on his hole, and as I stared at him, into his eyes, he gave me a nod, as if telling me he wanted me to push and expand that hole for him.
Opening around my cock, he moaned. “It’s so big,” he said, his hands moving from keeping his legs at his chest. His legs dropped around my waist and his hand grabbed his cock, tugging it with a thumb over the tip like he was jerking a bottle of soda he didn’t want to pop off in his face when it opened.
Once I was inside him, I went deep, and fucked him hard, fast, my thighs slapping against his ass with every rhythmic thrust of my hips, going down, going deep. Right until I leaned in, my face to his face, his moans now directly in my ear. I licked his lips until our heads were together, and my tongue went into his mouth.
Connecting like we were completing a circle, I felt the tingle through me, and before I could even warn him or say anything, something even more special happened. He came, releasing shots of his sticky load between our bodies as I released my load inside him. The condom must’ve filled like a balloon with the amount of cum I kept pumping out into him.
We stayed in that position for a moment longer, staring into each other’s eyes. I had a hand under his chin, gently pulling just enough to have him do that pout with his lower lip. I gave him a kiss.
“That was . . . nice,” I said.
Leo was all red in the face. “I feel like I’ve just run a marathon,” he said, and as he giggled, the vibration had my cock popping right out of his ass. “Oops.”
I kissed him again. “Think we’ve got enough time to take a shower together,” I said. I hadn’t wanted to come in him so quickly, it had just happened that way, and people say when it’s right, it’s right. I knew this was right.
“As long as I get to use this as a loofah,” he said, reaching out and grabbing my chest hair. “Rubbed all over me.”
“Oh, baby, that’s already a given.” I wanted to rub it all over him now, but we were somewhat soaking in his cum still. “We gotta make it quick, though.”
My stomach rumbled against his and his answered with a grumble. It’s safe to say we’d both worked up an appetite... for more than just for food. I wanted more of him as well.
9. LEO
There was an ease to being around Daddy Henry now. The sexual tension was still there, but less so because we’d already done the deed, and it was like my body had levitated, spun around, and exploded with the power of a thousand tiny stars. He took care of all my body’s needs, touching me in the right way, assuring me with the right words, and then teasing me just so that I was already edged to the max.
After sharing a shower together and Daddy’s chest hair being the perfect place to rub my back, we got dried, dressed, and were ready with maybe two minutes to spare before the timer was set to go off for the baked mac and cheese.
Freeballing in some skimpy shorts and a tank top, I had to keep checking myself in case my balls were out. They weren’t, but that might’ve had more to do with the post-come shrinkage that had happened.
That night, we ate our mac and cheese with an episode ofMurder, She Wroteon the old television. It really took me back to a time when I’d be with my grandparents and they’d have that grain on the TV screen, and sometimes you had to give the side of it a gentle whack because the picture would lose color or have static lines running through it. We finished supper with s’mores. We made them together in the kitchen, creating so many of them to take back up to the living room for the end of the episode and finding out who Jessica Fletcher was about to uncover as the killer.
It was the perfect ending to a perfect day.
There was a smile permanently fixed to my face, thinking about how I’d been thinking about Henry since I met him, only for him to have been thinking about me too. I think I’d grown into the idea that the perfect guy for me wasn’t out there. Andmaybe my brain shouldn’t have been throwing around the word perfect, because it knew better, but that’s what he felt like to me. Perfect.
There were things that needed to be changed, but for right now I could live with his sloping bed. It was like being permanently embraced whenever we were in it together, and so far, we’d been in it twice. The second time, though, was purely for sleep.
