Moaning, I tried to keep the noise down. He lapped at the slit of my dick like an unsure kitten. We really could have someone walk in here, and as entertained as Mansfield had been that I’d stuck up for Z, his generous attitude might not extend to someone squawking about us fucking in the bathroom. But I could never quite bring myself to rush things with my boy.
“Like that. Nice and soft, boy. Daddy likes how sweet you are.”
His eyebrow shot up and he lapped at my cock, using soft little wet swipes from the base all the way back up, and then he tilted my cock and lapped at the underside. I buried my fingers in his curls but didn’t push or move him. I just needed something to steady myself.
“Daddy, I want your seed. Please,” he whispered. “I wish….” He sucked on my cockhead and heat curled in my gut. I urged him off me, and he let me go with a pop.
“What, boy?”
“I love your cum, Daddy. I want it. I want it on me. I want it in me. I wish you were filling me up. I want my stomach to be big with your baby. I’m so sad it’s not,” he whispered.
It was roleplaying, but guilt swamped me. I wanted to pull him to his feet, shove him against the wall, and fuck him. “Daddy will take care of you, I promise, boy. One day soon I’ll make sure to put enough cum in you that you’re stuffed. Your little belly will pop out, cute and round, all for your Daddy.”
He moaned, and the next thing I knew the silky fire of his mouth surrounded my cock. I knocked my head back against the stall wall, and all the tension that had gathered in my body over the last several days melted away. He reached into my pants and massaged my balls softly, not squeezing them too hard or being weirdly gentle, either, using just the right amount of pressure.
“Daddy’s going to fill you with his seed, baby. I’m going to put so much cum down your throat it’ll knock you up. Are you ready to swallow it?”
He whimpered and nodded, and I tried not to be too rough, but I shoved my hips forward and held him still with my hands in his hair. He dropped his jaw and took it, and I let out a moan that was way too loud but didn’t care. I slid farther in until my cockhead was wedged at the back of his throat. He swallowed once and sizzles of heat tore through me. I fucked against his face and ground my groin to his lips. He only slid his hands around behind me to grip my ass and pull me closer. I had several blissfully perfect shockwaves rush me, and then I was backing off. He sucked along the shaft of my cock, and when he was done, he dropped a kiss on my cockhead and tucked me back in my pants. He even zipped me up.
When he stood, he leaned against me like he was drunk.
“Give me, like, two seconds, and I’ll—”
He shook his head.
“You don’t want Daddy to make you come?” Maybe getting caught by Mom really had bothered him.
“That’s not it,” he said with a little laugh. “The stuff you said, Daddy. Never in my wildest fantasies did I think someone would say that to me. In real life.” He trembled and squeezed me in a tight hug, and I held him close. “Daddy, I already came.”
Blowing out a long, relieved breath, I hugged him back just as hard. “You felt good, baby?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Daddy wants to see.”
He grunted and leaned back before pink flushed his cheeks and he shuffled away from me as far as he could go, resting his shoulders against the stall divider. He unbuckled his belt, and I leaned down and grabbed some toilet paper. I bent forward so I could see down his pants to where his cock was trapped in a pair of black briefs, still firm. I tugged the band out wider and used the toilet paper to help him clean out his underwear. I couldn’t say why I wanted to do that, but it was satisfying to see what I’d done to him, and know I’d made him feel so good with only words that he’d creamed his pants. When I was done, I tossed the toilet paper.
“I haven’t walked around with jizz shorts since freshman year of college,” he said with a laugh.
“Why….”
His face flushed pink with what I thought was genuine embarrassment. “I used to sit in the back of astrophysics, bored out of my mind, and sort of… rub one out undercover.” He tilted his head back and chuckled.
“I’m shocked.”
He laughed harder. “You look it.”
“I would never have had the nerve.”
He shrugged and leaned forward to bury his face against my chest, and I gave him a hug.
“We should get out of here before we get caught. Daddy’s so happy to have you to himself later. I’m going to strip you down and keep you naked all night, boy.”
He whimpered. “I’d like that, Daddy.” I peeked over the top of the stall, not that we wouldn’t have heard anyone coming in, before Zayden opened the door. We both went and washed our hands, and we were busy smiling at each other as we left the bathroom. We almost knocked down Brock Rowell as we emerged into the hallway. He stopped inches from the door and slapped his palm over his nose.
“Oh my God, we’re so sorry,” Z said.
Rowell dropped his hand and smiled. “No harm done this time.”
