The changing room is…something. There's an outfitted changing table that could hold me or any other adult. Baskets sit underneath the table. I know from experience that there are most likely wipes, creams, and possibly even diapers in them. The toilet is exactly what Gabe said. It's an actual toilet, but there is a plastic contraption built around it that makes it resemble a blue training potty. I note the stepping stool off to the side as well. I pull my jeans and briefs down to mid-thigh, knowing that I'm exposing my ass to Gabe right now, but I don't care. The relief when I'm finally able to stop holding back has me letting out a small moan and I drop my head back.
"Shit, Justin." I look over my shoulder and see Gabe palming himself through his pants. "Do you have any idea how hot you are?"
I shake my dick a few times but don't bother pulling up my pants. The cool air brushes over my bare ass as I waddle back toward him. I did come here to get laid tonight. While we might have taken a detour, there's nothing stopping us from getting each other off.
I can't read Gabe's expression when I step closer to him, invading his personal space. I take one of his hands and wrap it around me to land on my ass cheek. His fingers immediately start kneading my flesh and my dick perks right up. I look down brieflyand then back up into Gabe's eyes. He's almost a whole head taller than me standing up and looks every bit a Daddy with his long hair, big muscles, and blazing eyes.
"I'm so horny, Daddy."
The word slips out as naturally as I hope. I'm fully in my usual headspace right now, but I can't deny that even letting go the little bit I did was enough to affect me physically. It doesn't hurt that I find Gabe ridiculously sexy. His eyes widen at the word, but then his other hand cups my ass as well before he pulls me flush against him. He's a good six inches taller than me, so I tilt my head up to look at him. His smile is wide, and I return it easily.
"Daddy, huh?" His voice is deep. It sends goosebumps over my whole body. "Did you like your first experience?"
Gabe moves one hand and caresses his finger along my bare hip. I close my eyes briefly. "I did."
"You were a good boy out there." Gabe's voice is a whisper, but the words have me biting my bottom lip to keep from making an embarrassing noise.
Good boy.
"But good boys wash their hands after using the bathroom." Gabe’s hands disappear from my body, and I catch myself about to sulk. He steps away and I half-waddle over to the sink and wash my hands. I decide to just let my jeans and underwear fall before I walk back to him, grinning and holding my hands up.
“The best boy,” Gabe says and pulls me flush against him once more. My dick presses against his inner thigh.
“Fuck,” I whisper at the contact.
"Ah, ah." Gabe dips his head and nips lightly at my neck. "I don't like my boys to curse when they're Little. Such a pretty mouth shouldn't be saying dirty words, should it?"
Gabe pulls back and the spot he nipped and licked is cool when the air hits it. I'm on pins and needles right now. My dick is pressed firmly against his thigh. There’s no way he doesn’t feel it. I might be super new to the age play scene, but I've had sex with men before and I'm so close to blowing my load hands-free.
"I'm sorry." I look up at Gabe through my lashes and use the most innocent voice I can muster. "I'll be good for you."
Gabe grunts and spins us so I'm pinned between him and the closest wall. I let my head rest against the wall and arch my back to rub against him. His hands land on my hips and I try to get his jeans undone to do the same, but he's kissing me now and I'm losing my focus. And my breath.
After a few seconds, his hands knock mine away and soon we're rutting against each other, pants and briefs long gone. It's quick and hot but there's something else about it. Another layer that is making my dick leak pre-cum like crazy.
I let out a long moan when Gabe's hand wraps around my shaft. His thumb glides over my leaking slit, using it to make his glide easier. I'm panting hard, but he seals our lips together once again. Moving my hand to wrap around his cock, I note that he’s larger than my five inches. I glide my fingers up the underside of his length, exploring blindly as Gabe continues to jerk me quickly.With the way I’m angled, my thighs are trembling.
His cock must be at least seven, maybe eight inches fully hard. He's not the thickest I've ever been with, but with his length, I know he would stretch my hole so good.
"Come for me, sweetheart." Gabe's words whispered hotly in my ear mixed with the visual of being fucked has me shooting my load over his hand. Some of it lands on my stomach. I'm shaking through it, pleasure coursing through my whole body until I'm dropping down to my knees and looking up at him. I waste no time sucking the head of his cock into my mouth.
It's been a while since I've given head, and I make sure to not rush in my eagerness to get him off.
"Oh, shi— Justin. Sweetheart, your mouth is so good." Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hard, swirling my tongue. I reach up and grip his balls lightly, teasing, tugging just slightly. "I'm coming, Justin. Shit. I'm coming."
His orgasm fills my mouth. I do my best to swallow it all, but I can feel a couple drops drip from the corner of my lips. I wait for him to pull back. We gather our clothes and adjust them rightly.
"So…" I say, unsure of how to proceed.
His clean hand moves to cup the side of my face and I lean into it. He gives me a small smile and kisses the tip of my nose. "You are incredible. Do you want to go get something to eat and talk?"
Chapter Six
Glidingacrosstherink,I relish the familiar, rhythmicsnickof ice beneath my skates and the cold air on my face. The arena is empty, and I love mornings like this. It's early, but that's exactly why I'm here. The silence calms me. Being alone allows me to focus on my movements and nothing else. Every stride, every turn, and every pivot are reminders of why I love skating. Of why I play hockey.
I've been on this ice countless times but today feels different. There's a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through me as the new season approaches. It’s my senior year, and my mind whirs with anticipation and even a touch of mild dread for the year ahead, and for the uncertainty of what comesafter.
Once I’ve skated a few laps, I grab my stick and my puck. Swinging my stick back, I connect with the little rubber disc and send it flying towards the goal. Unfortunately, the sharp clink of the puck rebounding off the post echoes around the empty arena.
