I laid down behind him, pressing my erection against the crease of his ass. “Keep going, Sam.
Show me how you get yourself off when I’m not around.”
“Does that mean I’m not in trouble?” He looked back at me and I couldn’t help but laugh at the
hopeful expression on his face.
I propped myself on an elbow so I could kiss my boy. I gripped his chin tightly, forcing his lips
apart so I could taste him. He moaned softly, his hips twitching as he continued stroking. He was
breathless by the time I ended the kiss. I dragged my gaze over his body, humming with approval
when I caught sight of the front of his undies pushed down enough to expose his dick. I knew he was
self-conscious about it at times, but it really was fucking perfect. It had definitely taken some getting
used to the differences at first, but now I couldn’t imagine him any other way.
I hoped he understood my gift wasn’t about that. My dick twitched as I thought about what I hoped
would happen later.
I reached past him and propped his phone against a pillow so we could both watch. This wasn’t
the first time I’d seen the clip Sam was watching. He had opened my eyes to entire sites devoted to
porn with trans guys, and the couple on screen was one of our favorites.
I dug my fingers into Sam’s hips, humping against him, wanting to put Sam on his knees like the
guy on screen. He was one hell of a cock sucker, so eager to please. “You want to take me deep like
that, baby? You’re even better at it than he is. You barely even notice anymore when I shove my dick
down your throat.”
“Love it when you fuck my face,” he admitted breathlessly. His hand stopped moving, so I
covered it with my own, guiding his fingers back to what he was supposed to be doing.
“One of these days, I’m going to suck you like that,” I told him. “Going to drop to my knees in
front of you and take you into my mouth.”
“Daddy!” While he worked his dick, I slid my hand deeper between his legs, slipping the tip of
my middle finger inside of him.
I kept fucking him as I kissed and nipped my way down his neck. Sam was so damn close, and I
wanted to feel his body tense around my fingers. “Want you to lose control for me tonight, Sam.
You’re going to fuck my face. Twist your fingers in my hair and choke me with your dick.”
“Is that—” I cut off his question with a kiss, fucking him harder and deeper, needing him out of his
mind enough he’d think this was nothing more than a fantasy rather than something that I really,really
