His smirk made me shiver. Grabbing the base of his cock, he wiggled it at me. “Come here. Eat Daddy’s load. Swallow it down that tight throat of yours.”
I grinned in excitement and took the hard erection back into my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head, using it as leverage to fuck himself between my lips. His care about being caught had obviously disappeared, leaving behind a desperate man who wanted to get off.
The few times he hit the back of my throat, I gagged, but he was always so careful lately. Too careful. So, when he thrust too shallowly, I shoved myself forward, ignoring his muttered protests until he tensed and the salty taste of his cum hit the back of my tongue.
I groaned, swallowing everything he gave me until he sagged against the chair, boneless from his orgasm.
“Fuck, boy.”
I licked my lips, pride swelling inside me. Lately I’d been able to completely ignore the idea of his cum being a mess, especially when I couldn’t see it. I’d been so focused on him, though, I’d forgotten my own erection until now. My cock throbbed, reminding me I was so hard I nearly busted through the zipper of my pants.
“Come here,” Daddy ordered, sitting up straighter, his softening cock lying against his thigh. “Let Daddy drink you.”
I stood, my knees shaking so hard I nearly collapsed again. Daddy grabbed me before I could fall and pushed me back until my thighs hit the desk and my ass fell onto the wood. Something poked my right cheek, probably a pen by the feel of the jab, but I didn’t have the energy to focus on it, not when Daddy was unbuckling my belt and working on my button and zipper. In no time my dick was whipped out and sucked into the wet heat of his mouth.
There was no chance I was going to last long, not with the way he buried himself between my thighs, his shoulders holding up my legs, and how eagerly he sucked me. I was a fucking mess already, my limbs trembling, face flushed, and balls so tight they hurt. I wanted to last, to fuck his face, but I was at the mercy of my Daddy, and there was no way I could hold it back. So I let go.
I threw my head back, sparks of pleasure sling-shotting through me fast and hard. I moaned loudly, my belly turning to melted lava as my orgasm raged like fire through my body. I dumped my spunk into his mouth, shivering through the explosive feelings that swept through me until I had nothing left to give, then I collapsed onto my back on the desk, panting.
Daddy rubbed my thighs and stood to lean over me, his body lying on top of mine, our sensitive cocks touching as he laid a kiss on my lips. I could still taste the lingering cum on his tongue and I moaned. “How are you feeling, boy?”
“Tired,” I whispered, eyes slipping closed even though I couldn’t fall asleep here on the desk at work.
“We need to pack up and go home for a shower. I want to take you somewhere.”
My eyes snapped open. “Where, Daddy?”
He grinned and my heart clenched. “For a date.”
“A date?” I echoed, my mouth dropping open.
“Yep. Let’s go.” He patted me on the hip and straightened, tucking himself away. “I’m going to spoil you, boy.”
I couldn’t say no to that.
A couple of hours later,we’d been home, showered and dressed, and headed straight back into the city. It was unusual because even on Friday nights we either stayed home and watched a movie—which was a very domestic evening, if you asked me—or went around to Vic’s or Brad’s house for dinner and a drink.
“Where are we going?” I asked for the umpteenth time since we’d gotten into JP’s Rover. We were somewhere near the city now, but I still couldn’t pinpoint where we were heading. It definitely wasn’t Triple X because it was on the outskirts of New Gothenburg, away from the attention being in a club brought.
“We’re here,” JP finally exclaimed as he pulled the car into a lot. The building we’d parked at had a glitzy sign that flickered from pink to green to blue, with the large words NG Bowling plastered in the center.
“Bowling?” I frowned. “I haven’t been bowling since I was a kid.”
“Bowling and laser tag!” JP’s grin was infectious and I couldn’t resist returning it.
We got out of the car and he walked around to my side, slipping his hand into mine. Together we went into the building, and the sounds of game machines, bowling balls rolling down the lanes, pins being hit, and music filled the room as soon as we entered. I couldn’t help the excitement that surged through me; I’d only ever been bowling once. Mom never let me, citing that those kinds of games were below a Kalinski.
Yet here I was now, on adatewith JP, and it was at a bowling alley. I couldn’t help but be excited by the prospect. We walked over to the registers and JP paid. The girl behind the counter smiled at us, her long, blonde hair pulled up into pigtails on either side of her head. The dress she wore was fifties-style, which suited the entire room. There was something old-school about the appearance, with bright pastel colors and gaudy carpet.
“What size shoes are you?” she asked cheerfully.
“Eleven,” JP answered.
“Uh, no shoes.”
There was a brief round of negotiations handled by Daddy, and eventually she agreed to allow me to bowl in my socks. When he had his shoes, she told us we were in lane nine and JP led me over there. Once we were ready to go, he sat in a chair in front of a computer to type in our names, and I watched, curious at what he was doing. The names flashed on the screen above us, and I blushed when Daddy and Boy showed up for everyone to see.
“Is that okay, boy?” he whispered, quiet enough the group of four people in the lane next to ours didn’t hear.
