“You are fantastic with your cock,” he praises, “like an artist or a swordsman.”
“Grazie,baby boy. So, would you like for me to make love to you on my boat? Would that satisfy your perverted craving for dolphin dick?”
Giovanni, eyes closed, licks his lips and nods.
“I want to hear you say it, princess. Tell your Sir what you want.”
Emerald eyes flash open, and he says with the command of a prince to a lowly soldier, “Fuck me on your boat, Silvio.”
“Gladly.”
Giovanni is a vision,splayed out on my captain’s bed with his golden hair fanned across the pillow and his piercings winking in the late afternoon sun. We took another swim, had a little snack, then returned to my boat, both of us eager for what was promised.
“Open yourself for me,” I command as I drizzle oil liberally across his skin.
Giovanni cups his smooth cock and balls in one hand, tugging his pebbled sac up and away, while the other hand goes searching for his hole, fingers sliding through the oily slick until they reach his pretty little star.
“That’s it.” I grab hold of my dick to give it a warning squeeze. I don’t want to come as soon as I’m inside him and with the way my manhood is already throbbing, I might.
“Like this, Sir?” he asks innocently while dipping a single, slender digit inside his tight, hairless pucker.
“Just like that, princess. Does it feel good?”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs, hips undulating to fuck one finger before slipping a second inside. I watch as he finger-fucks himself, getting off on the sexy show, then I bury my face between his sweet cheeks so I can lick around his digits, tasting oil and skin and the very essence of my lover. I add my own finger to his, mesmerized by the slide of flesh against flesh as we coax his shy little bud to bloom.
“Sir,” he says, sweaty and breathless already. He pinches one nipple between two fingers, until it flushes a bright, ruby red. It’s something he never would have done without explicit permission from Valentin. I marvel at his ability to adapt.
“Fingers are not enough, princess. You’re going to have to take this too before you can have my magnificent cock inside you.”
I pluck the dildo off the bed and coat it in lubricant. His eyes dart from that to my own member, fully engorged and dripping with fluid. “Fuck,” he murmurs, realizing the challenge ahead of him. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
“It will be strenuous. It will be unforgettable. Hold yourself open now. I want to watch you take it.”
He draws his legs back with both hands, presenting his spit-slick hole to me, already throbbing and red. I circle his pulsing sex with the blunt end of the toy. His star expands and contracts like the mouth of a sucker fish as I ease the silicon knob inside. His muscle cinches around the intrusion, tight as a knot, and tries to force it out. Giovanni throws back his head and pants, long hair sweeping along his shoulders and back. “Fuck me,” he growls as I steadily breach his body. True to form, he takes it all, tight channel stretching wide to swallow the toy hungrily.
“You are still very flexible down here.” I sweep one oiled finger around his taut rim where it grips the base of the dildo. “Does it burn, pretty baby?”
“A little.”
“Looks like it. A big toy for such a tiny place.”
“Your cock is even bigger,” he says, perhaps to flatter me. “I hope I can manage it.”
He’s playing games with me. I know he will take it. His pride won’t allow him not to.
“I hope so too. Get on your hands and knees now, so you can see what your Sir has done to you.”
He rolls onto his stomach and raises himself up, sticks his beautiful, round rump high in the air like an offering with that thick, flesh-colored dildo jammed deep inside. It looks obscene, too common for such a holy place, and for a moment, I am jealous of the toy. The mirror at the head of my bed allows us both to see him in this debauched state, hair wild and eyes hooded with lust. His fingers grip the sheet tightly and he bites savagely on his lower lip while I tease the toy in and out, frustrating him with every stroke. He groans and pushes back on it, demanding more friction.
“Are you eager to be fucked by a thick Italian stud?” I ask, drawing my hand along the curve of his flank.
“So eager, Sir. I’m practically drooling.”
That is certainly true in the case of his erect member.
“Remember, Giovanni, if you come now, you won’t be getting your Sir’s monster cock.”
“Sir is too cruel to his boy.”
