Hope you enjoy my first installment. Not a story of underage sex, just hot gay sex.
As I slid the spatula under the eggs, I could feel his eyes on me long before his dark hands were around my waist. The apron was tied just above my tight ass, helping to frame my bare white bottom for him. Framing what he and his thick, hard cock clearly wanted. To add to the invitation the end of the apron string hung down between my cheeks, as if pointing the path where that his cock should travel.
“I’m almost done, you will just have to wait” I said as he pressed against me. I knew my words were ignored as I felt his naked body against mine. One of his hands moved under the front of apron to grip my shaft as the other took hold of my waist. I stiffened in his grasp as he pushed hard against me. I could feel his dark meat press against the crease of my ass, the length gliding along up and down as I in turn pushed my bare bottom against him.
His mouth found my neck, and trailed kisses from my neck to my shoulder. His kisses started so gently, so softly, but as he continued to rub his hardness against me, they became more urgent, more passionate. I moaned softly as I tilted my head back against him. His rough unshaven face felt wonderful against mine.
“You certainly are a horny man today aren’t you?” I asked. He said nothing just breathed in my ear and continued his conquest of my body. It was as if we hadn’t made love in a long time, but in fact just this morning I woke him up to satisfy my desire and at the same time I awoke a side of him I had not seen.
There was something so satisfying about taking his soft cock into my mouth as he slept, gently moving down the bed so that I wouldn’t wake him. Carefully lifting his tired soft soldier from his leg and wrapping my lips around it. I loved the feeling of his warm shaft as it slowly hardened in my mouth.
Gently I sucked on the ever growing length, drawing it into my mouth, my tongue bathing him carefully. For now I wanted him to stay asleep. To think this was part of a dream. I wanted to wake up slowly from his dream, realizing what was happening only just before he released himself into my mouth.
As I softly nursed his shaft to hardness I realized that he must be dreaming. He was hard to understand at first but as I listened I picked out a few words. They seemed to be intertwined with his deep breath but they were there. As I continued bathe his shaft I began to recognize more of his words. Soon I heard the words “yes” and “suck it” escape his lips. Excitedly I picked up the tempo wanting to draw both his thick seed and more words out of him. I was rewarded when I heard him say “buddy” and “more”.
As I continued to suck on his growing length, I was almost shocked at what I heard next.
Of the many times we had made love I had never heard him say something so naughty, so raunchy, but as I pulled his dick deep between my lips I heard him mutter “good boy" followed by what I thought was "suck daddy”. I slowed and asked myself if I heard it right. Did he actually call himself “daddy”? My cock grew harder thinking of the possibility as I resumed sucking his shaft.
I reached under and gently caressed his heavy black balls, something he loved. This must have encouraged him to let his guard down even more, as I heard him call himself “daddy” several more times. This pushed my patience to the edge as I pulled hard on his thick cock, drawing it deep into my mouth, letting it touch the back of my throat. My fingers fondled and tugged at his cum filled sack. I didn’t want to wait any longer for the familiar warmth of his seed.
“Mmmm , that feels good” I moaned as he placed the tip of his shaft at my entrance. Laying the spatula down I softly said “Please be gentle” It was something I typically wouldn’t say, but after what happened earlier, I thought he would like to hear it. I felt his shaft push a little harder against me, still not in me, but ever so close. “Your cock is almost too big for my tiny hole” I added submissively, as I felt his hand slide along my stiff shaft.
I felt him reach behind him for the lube with him. As I heard him squeeze some onto that thick black shaft of his, my heart beat fast knowing I was about to be taken by my sexy lover. I reached behind me and pulled my ass cheeks wide for him as his greased up cock touched my tight ass. I decided to push the boundaries even more. “Go slow daddy” I softly said. I felt him pause, as I worried I had pushed it too far.
Hearing me say that seemed foreign but at the same time, it felt quite natural and not forced. He was older than me, but certainly not old enough to be my father. But he had been a mentor of sorts. He was my first gay lover, and he had been so patient in teaching me about me and about being with another man. He had never rushed my initiation into gay sex, always letting me set the pace. He had taught me more than just how to have sex, more than how to take the length of his beautiful cock into my mouth, much more than how to suck on it until I drained him in my eager throat. He taught me to ok with who I was and who I had become.