If I had thought that Brandon might take those words to heart, I wouldn’t have said them. I said them purely to arouse and nurture the part of him that very few would understand. But I understood it perfectly.
“I’m a dirty boy,” Brandon panted and played along. He knew how to play this game with me.
“Get up on your hands and knees, my dirty pup,” I instructed.
I kept my finger against his hole while he quickly moved into the position that I asked him to get into. He was eager to follow directions in hope of being rewarded. Though he had been stripped of his innocence long ago, Brandon was still very young and had an innocent and youthful edge to him. It drove me wild.
I moved closer to him and sat back on my heels between his feet. From here, I had an incredible view of my dirty pup. When I reached forward and cupped his balls, Brandon arched his back and leaned his head back for a moment or two. As my fingers massaged and toyed with his sack, he moaned and let his head hang down.
“Something else my dirty boy likes.”
His nuts were pulled up close to his body, and his cock was fully erect as he tried backing himself onto my finger.
“Does my dirty boy want a finger in him?”
“Yes!”
I spanked him and felt my balls tighten. The burn was building quicker than I thought.
“Yes, what, pup? What does your naughty heart desire?”
“Please finger fuck me, sir,” he begged.
“Mmm, naughty pup. You don’t just want the finger; you want to be finger fucked. You’re a greedy, naughty boy.”
As I pushed my finger inside his warm hole, both of his elbows bent, and his upper body lowered a little. He moaned and whined a perfect blend of pleasure and desire for more. The sounds that he made combined with his physical reactions to what I was doing to him encouraged me on.
I reached between his legs and took hold of his very erect shaft. My forearm pressed against his balls, giving them more attention. I palmed the head of his cock, gathering the pre-cum seeping from it, and stroked his length with it.
“Your cock is nice and hard, pup. I love how you feel.” I moved my arm from side to side, touching the inside of his thighs so his balls would have the sensation of being rubbed. “You’re so fucking hot and dirty, Brandon. Your balls are pulled up, and your cock is hard as can be. You’re so desirable that I can barely stand it.”
I collected more pre-cum from the head of his cock and brought that hand to my face. The urge to smell and taste him was heady. I licked the palm of my hand as Brandon’s scent filled my nostrils. The taste of my pup’s pre-cum on my tongue was like no other.
“Mmm, Brandon. You taste so good.”
Brandon turned his head to look over his shoulder at me. I made sure he saw me licking the palm of my hand. It was important for Brandon to know that I desired him sexually and wasn’t viewing him as the sex toy he had been for years.
“You taste good on my hand, pup,” I teased.
“It would taste good off my dick too,” he countered.
Cocky pup.I raised my eyebrow at him and tried hard not to let the smile I was holding back break through. Brandon was quite the spark. I slapped his ass, and a smile spread across his face.
I felt like I needed his mouth on my cock. Dirty little pup could tolerate some more teasing. He whined and groaned when I removed my finger and moved to the top of the bed where his head was. I knelt in front of him with my dick bobbing close to his face. Taking hold of his jaw, I gently guided him up to a kneeling position. I leaned over and kissed him hard, making sure that he got a good taste of his own pre-cum. Brandon was more than capable of playing dirty with me, and while it amazed me at times, given his past, I absolutely loved it.
“Can you taste yourself on my tongue, pup?” I murmured against his lips.
“Yes, sir.”
“You taste good, don’t you, pup?”
“Yes, sir.”
Brandon longed for more physical connections, which was perfectly fine by me. He needed them, and considering what he’d been through, it was a miracle that he still wanted to be touched by anyone. But Brandon knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to come right out and show me at times.
Both of us knelt on our knees as we kissed. I grasped his jaw in one hand while my other hand stroked his cock and fondled his balls. Though I had the upper hand, Brandon’s tongue kept up with my movements. At first, his hands gripped my biceps to help him balance, but as our kiss deepened, his hands moved along my chest, grasping and squeezing my pecs.
His hands continued to move downward until he finally took hold of my shaft. I thought I was in very good control of myself until his hand wrapped around my cock. He applied a slight pressure as he jacked me off, sending a burst of adrenaline ricocheting through my body. I growled into his mouth and willed myself to breathe deeper so that I didn’t lose control with Brandon. Not since my younger years had I been so close to coming apart with someone I played with.
