“Leave the bowl out front. I want to give you a real treat.” I start kissing him again but he grabs my head and tilts it back.
“I didn’t exactly prepare for your visit,” he points out. “I don’t even have any clean towels.” My confusion must be obvious because he adds. “Trust me, towels are necessary.”
“Tease,” I scoff. “Can I jerk you off?”
“You know, I didn’t think I’d have to explain the towel.”
“Can you jerkmeoff?” I press my crotch against his stomach, showing him just how badly I need him.
“How about we go upstairs?” He kisses my chin. “And we'll see what all I can do to you.”
I bolt to the stairs, but he goes to the front door, leaving out the bowl of candy like I suggested. “You were my first and only trick-or-treater.”
“Nice to know I wasn’t the only one having a depressing Halloween.”
He guides me to his bedroom and I’m relieved to see he’s got a bed frame and boxspring under his mattress. Not that I would have been turned off by a floor situation—not at this point. There aren’t even any boxes floating around like the rest of the house.
I sit on the edge of the bed. Christos takes one step before I tell him, “Crawl to me.”
Without hesitation, he gets down on his hands and knees, crawling to the bed. He rests his big head in my lap, the flat of his nose grinding against my groin.
“Good boy. Good, Christos,” I add, remembering what he told me downstairs.
His head is heavy in my lap, but I reach for the bottom of his shirt. He lifts his arms, and I take my sweet time peeling the fabric from his toned chest. He’s got some softness in his gut, but the muscles still poke through, and his pecs are marvelous, pillowy and full. I’d start complementing them with my tongue—but it’s clear he wants to service me tonight.
“Take off your pants. I won’t touch you,” I assure him. “I want to see how worked up you are.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” He pulls his sweats down so they pool around his knees. His cock so hard and needy, the head rests below his belly button. “Is this okay?”
“Yes, that’s perfect.” I grab the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss. I breathe against his lips, “You’re perfect,” before kissing him hard.
While my tongue dips into his mouth, he starts unbuckling my belt.
I bite his bottom lip. “I never said you could undress me.”
“Please…” he groans. Those big brown eyes make it hard to punish him. “I’ve thought about your cock so much.”
“Fine then,” I breathe. “Undress me and put that tongue of yours to good use.”
“Yes…” His hands return to my belt. “Roderick…” He glances up at me, anticipating another scolding.
“You can say my name.” I run my fingers down the back of his neck. “Not that you’ll be saying much soon.”
His fingers slide across the leather, and when they settle on the button of my jeans, I sigh with relief. I lift my hips so he can slide my jeans down. My belt hits the floor with a dullthunk. He licks my cock from the shaft up to the head, before running circles around the tip. His tongue is so thick and wet that if I closed my eyes, I’d think he had me in his mouth already. Except I want to watch.
It’s not just the sight of Christos worshiping my cock that has me enraptured. His own cock is already leaking, a pearlescent drop sitting on the flat head of his girth. He’s massive. The kind of dick I would take to brag about later, but even in my most horned-up state, I know I couldn’t take his width, forget about girth. My ass clenches, comfortable in the fantasy of Christos mounting me.
He must notice me staring, bringing the broad flat of his tongue to lap against my slit at the head of my cock. Milking me for pre-cum.
“Shit—” I huff, as all the energy in my body rushes to my cock, like every part of me is eager to meet his tongue. I grab onto one of his horns, at first to steady myself, but then I get an idea. “Open your mouth nice and wide for me.”
He does, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. I place my cock on the tip of his tongue before grabbing other horn. I jerk him forward, his lips wrapping around my shaft as it fills his mouth. His lashes veil his eyes like a blushing bride. I’m dying to hear him choke. Once he’s swallowed me entirely, I keep a firm hand on the back of his head.
“That’s my little slut,” I huff, struggling to maintain composure when his tongue caresses the underside of my cock. “Fuck… you’re not little at all. Your Daddy’s big slut.”
He gags, just for a moment, before settling. I relax my hold on his head. He draws back, only to swallow me whole again when I yank on his horns. He inhales sharply before relaxing once more. I need to tell him how amazing he is. I’ve been reduced to nothing but vowels, complementing him with deepaaaahsandoooohs.
I try to say his name, but it comes out all wrong. “Kr–tsooo.”
