I was torn. I knew he was right and that the lube would make sure things didn’t get uncomfortable
for him, but I might change my mind and want to taste him. I couldn’t imagine the lube would taste
very good at all. But he wasn’t like me and needed something extra to keep the friction down.
I’d seen in porn how guys would use spit instead of lube. Maybe that was an option here?
“What’s wrong, baby?” Theron reached out for my hand. “You’re looking at me like I’m a
complex math equation.”
Being inexperienced was the worst. He could have been with a hundred other guys he wouldn’t
have to work through these stupid issues with. But no, he’d decided to pick me, and now we were
both stuck. As horrifying as the thought of asking him about this was, time was running out. It was time
to be a big boy and swallow my fear. “Does spit work instead?”
“It does,” Theron confirmed. “Not as well, but believe me, guys don’t always have a bottle of
lube on hand when the mood strikes. Is that what had you upset?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, wondering if the room was bright enough for him to see how red my face was.
“In case I want to change my mind, I was worried the lube would taste yucky.”
Daddy laughed, but I didn’t feel like he was laughingatme. He was amused by my uncertainty
and clumsy attempts to get answers. “You’re not wrong about that. Just do whatever feels natural for
you. If it gets uncomfortable for me, I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Okay.” I stroked his length as I worked up the courage to do what I knew needed to be done. It
seemed gross, but also not. Before I could talk myself out of it, I bent down and spit on the head of his
dick. Theron hissed, muttering about how good my hand felt. That gave me the courage to keep going.
It wasn’t long before he was thrusting into my hand, warning me that he was getting close. I
cupped his balls with my other hand, turning it so my fingers grazed his taint. “Just like that, baby.
Don’t stop. Oh fuck, that feels good. If you keep that up, I might make a rule that you give Daddy some
attention every morning.”
“I’d be okay with that,” I told him. My chest puffed out, proud of myself for paying close attention
to his reactions. “Can I lick it, Daddy?”
“If you do, you might get more than you’d bargained for,” he warned me. That was fine by me.
Now that I was down here, I realized what a powerful feeling it was to bring someone this much
pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to me, baby boy. This is your reward for being so good for
Daddy.”
