One hand moved up to my cock, stroking it where it bobbed before me. Next, he said magic words I’d been waiting to hear.
“Turn around, please.”
I choked out, “Yes, Daddy.” I twirled in the water and got my knees under me.
Slowly, Daddy pressed his soapy hands against my back. I bent down until my back arched and my forehead nearly touched the water’s surface.
“Such a good boy for Daddy.”
Tingles ran all over my skin. I was good. I knew it. I smiled, trying not to slip too much. The tub had a rough bottom, but I was having trouble staying balanced with water sloshing all around me and soapy hands circling to my lower back… and lower.
Fingers tapped over my tailbone. I lifted my hips and they slid delightfully into my ass crack. I gasped loudly and let out a moan.
“Got to make sure you good and clean. Is this good?”
Breathlessly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daddy Preston began to stroke down over my hole and back up. He repeated the process many times as I moaned louder andstuck my ass up out of the water. I wanted to give him better access and bigger ideas.
He understood me perfectly as one finger slid against my pucker and pushed gently. I felt my muscles open. I wanted this. I wanted him. When I felt his finger push again I pushed back and it slid into my hole. Not all the way. Just enough to tease.
I whimpered.
“Relax, baby boy. I’ve got you.” His voice rumbled through me.
I wanted to correct him. I was a big boy right now, but this was just too awesome to interrupt. Besides, I loved being called “baby” even when I was a big boy.
I moaned again and his finger began to wiggle. It pulled out and quickly went back in, deeper this time. Preston kept teasing me until his finger pushed all the way in. Hello. That felt great. My body wanted to suck it in. Instead, it pulled out again, leaving me empty. But not for long. Seconds later, I felt two fingers and lifted my hips to receive them.
Daddy took his time with me, opening me up. He kept whispering over and over how good of a boy I was, that I was a sweet boy, that I was beautiful.
I loved praise. Apparently, he loved to give it.
When my muscles were fully relaxed and my hole open, he took his fingers away and said, “Now we need to wash your hair.”
I let out a sob.
“Patience, baby. I’ve got you. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”
Did I trust him? I wanted to. I needed to. Because he was the best thing to ever happen to me.
12
Preston
All I could see was his shiny ass sticking up out of the soapy water, offering itself to me. Sage wanted me. There was no disputing that.
My cock ached to be inside him. But I loved playing with him. I loved the tease and the delay. I always had enjoyed that even when I was younger and wearing leathers. It was about more than the orgasm for me. Most of the time. Sometimes not. But I truly wanted connection. I felt that more often if the play could last hours instead of minutes. Most men weren’t patient with that.
I would have to remember later to thank Charles for reminding me to forget about my busy days and lonely nights for once and go out with him.
Sage lifted to me beautifully. I slid a finger inside him. He was hot and welcoming. My cock twitched as my imagination ran wild. Moans filled the air.
Soon it was two fingers. He whimpered. My mind spun.
Doing this to him made me feel like I might come hands free. I didn’t want to go that far yet. I wanted him to wait as well.
I heard myself say, “Now we need to wash your hair.”
