He nodded. “Then I’ll get tested. My mom is nurse, she tells regularly. And I always give blood.” He had the widest grin.
I rubbed a hand through his hair, pushing his head back. “Good boy,” I said, kissing his forehead.
“It’s been a year since I—you know.” His big innocent eyes.
“Then why do you have lube?”
He giggled, still clinging to his cock. “Because I have toys. But tonight, I’m the toy, I’myourtoy.”
“My toy,” I repeated softly. Mine to grab, to kiss, to leave love bites. “Mhmm. If that’s true, you better stop touching yourself.”
Yanking his hands away, he nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy,” I said.He clenched around me again. “You like being a good boy.”
He nodded as I continued to strip him out of his onesie. He was almost completely naked and trying to cover himself with his hands. It was adorable. I tugged his hands away from his body, and as he replaced them on other parts of his body, I pulled them too—like a game of me touching all of his body, right where he wanted me.
When I eventually took his briefs off, his dick sprung back, revealing his small balls hugging the base of his cock. I played with them, dipping down until I was at his taint, licking the faint line as it led me to his puckered hole. In the light of the colorful string lights above, I couldn’t tell if it was peach or pink. Either way, his ass tasted divine.
We switched positions after that, with Caspian now undressing me, and with no ability to tease, he yanked my trousers down to my thighs, his grip so strong my boxers came down with them. He had a hunger in his eyes, and when he grabbed my cock with both hands, he played me like a musical instrument—I was moaning, gasping, instructing him to go deeper, to use his tongue, and to play with my balls.
“Am I good?” he asked, wiping my precum from his lips with his tongue, slobbering all over for the taste of me.
“The best.”
He didn’t even unbutton my shirt, just shoved his hands up inside it, going right for my hard nipples and playing with both of them, another way to get me moaning. I didn’t realize just how vocal I was until his magical little fingersworked themselves across my body.
“Good boy,” I let out through gasps.
He left my body for one moment, grabbing condoms from the bottom drawer of his dresser—I’d spotted a couple of toys, but I was far more focused on his ass as he squatted and then jumped up with the condom and a near-empty bottle of lube. He was very playful.
“Do you know how to put one of those on?” I asked. “Daddy might be a little different to your other toys.”
He giggled. “I can try.” He held up the condoms, and the pack unraveled to show four of them.
Pushing the rest of my trousers and boxers off, I knelt on the bed and let him put it on me—first try. He looked proud of the way he’d managed to roll it all the way down my thick shaft. And in that position, he applied lube to it, rubbing it up and down.
“What’s your favorite position?” I asked him.
After a moment of chewing on his lip and squeezing my cock, he shrugged. “Missionary? I—I’d like to look at your face. Guess I’m a little vanilla.”
I lifted his chin with a finger. “There’s nothing vanilla about you, baby.”
He giggled. “So, you on top, or me?”
“Me,” I said. “Go on, pillow princess, take your position.”
Caspian lay back down, and this time he pulled a teddy from the gap between the bed and wall. “I need somethingto cuddle,” he said. “Because—it might hurt.” He pouted.
“You’re so cute.”
With his legs spread and a small helping of lube, I made easy work of sliding inside him and watching his mouth part wider and wider until he was letting out longer moans. I was slow, careful, caring. I didn’t want him to feel any pain, and knowing he was so tight, my cock was throbbing against his ass—expanding it, little by little.
I never wanted it to end. All I wanted was my cock to stay inside him and his warmth. Our eyes locked, our tongues played, Caspian on the verge of coming, and the moment I increased the speed of my hips, slapping at his ass, was the moment he came. It was just a dribble, making a puddle in his belly button. I fucked into the post-nut clench of his ass until I filled the condom with far too much cum, almost spilling right out of the condom when I pulled out.
“Oh my god,” he said, wiping the sweat from his face with the teddy bear. “That’s a lot of cum.”
“Might be more than usual,” I whispered, pulling it off and tying the end. “How about we clean you up then grab dessert? Ice cream? I brought a pint of chocolate chip.”
