I click the heavy-duty handcuffs in place, then dip inside him a few times, loving the cold grease on my cock as I stretch him. Pulling back, I lube the large training dildo and carefully work it inside him.
He shivers with each curve and dip, then dry-fires after several moments of fucking him with silicone. Now that he’s all strung out and boneless, I can’t wait to give him more. Pulling out the dildo with a wet, slick pop, I carefully work four fingers into him. I listen, checking in with him as I stretch him, and again before I tuck my thumb and push all the way in.
His moan is music to my ears, and the tight stretch of his hole around my thick wrist is profane. My spent cock leaks from the sight of it.
“We still good?”
Sweat glistens on his back as he nods. “Yes, Sir. So good.”
I rock into him and back, petting his overworked prostate with each stroke. Despite his pleading for me to go deeper, harder, I never go more than halfway up my forearm and always at a slow, steady pace.
He might complain, but he knows it’ll get him there just fine.
He starts to push back on me, arching his back, his noises desperate and wet as drool drips from his lips to the bed below.
“Daddy, please.”
Ugh, he’s killing me with that.
“Okay, baby boy. Come for me when you can.”
I pump into him, strong and steady, always in control, always—Jesus. His cock bobbles and his taint pulses with his orgasm as he cuts off the blood flow to my fingers with that tight ring of muscle.
Ejaculate drips from his slit, and he shivers. I’m gentle as I pull away from him. The sloppy sound of his body trying to suck me back hardens my cock.
He whimpers as my fingers leave his body, and I admire my work.
“Fuck, baby. Your hole. So fucking pretty.”
He moans, nodding.
With a slick, messy hand, I jack myself, needing another release, needing to glaze his perfect pale ass as I watch his hole shiver and tighten, proud that our careful prep means he’ll recover beautifully.
My stroking is noisy with all of the lube and shortening. Tanner, exhausted, glances over his shoulder.
He grins and tilts his hips up, wiggling his ass at me. His body is so fucking used and perfect that I come fast and leave him dripping.
I keep him handcuffed as I wash up and then gently drag a warm, wet cloth over his pretty skin. Finally, I release him, and he melts into me.
“Drink a little more water, baby,” I command gently, holding the straw to his pouty lips. He sucks down a few mouthfuls, then nuzzles back into my neck.
We’ll chat a bit more in the morning, but for now, I let him fall asleep in my arms, looking forward to waking him for another round or two in the middle of the night.
* * *
I openmy eyes to a very naked boy sprawled across my chest, and I love how compliant and soft he is after a good fucking.
Early in our relationship, we trained our bodies with a lot of edging and multiple orgasms, but all of that is pretty time-consuming, and somewhere along the way, we stopped doing it as much.
It’s nice to be reminded that we’ve still got it despite how busy life has become.
My hands roam his smooth skin, enjoying his farmer’s tan, wondering how I got so lucky with my first real love. Of course, it’s not luck at all. It’s caring for what we have together. I learned from my father and mother that what they do is a practice. Tanner and I make it a point to follow their example.
Something about this morning feels like the right time, so I grab his ass and shake it.
“Mmph. No more. Omelet,” he mumbles, sleepily safewording me.
I chuckle. “Baby, my cock will need three days before it’ll even speak to me again. I’m just waking you up because you said you wanted to show me your newest set of weeds before you get started today.”
