Daddy's Little Boy -- Chapter 3
I held him and slowly talked about it, speaking softly, painting graphic word pictures, explaining the pleasures, describing how it was possible to work slow, even work together, letting feeling roll on an on, mounting slowly, pausing, cooling and heating up again and again.
"Show me." There was a note of pleading, a touch of curiosity, a hint of disbelief all present in his voice.
We had both recovered from our first encounter. With our bodies entwined and the subject matter being discussed we had grown excited again. We neither were fully enflamed, but were half erect just waiting for a touch, a reason for the blood to rush, tissue to become engorged. I started nibbling on his lips and slowly slid down his eager, trembling body. By the time I was face to face with his manhood mine was thrusting out hot and firm in front of his eyes. His was standing stiff and ready. I told him to just follow my lead.
"You don't have to do anything, Chris. Just remember if it feels good to you the same thing will feel just as good to me -- if you feel comfortable doing it. Ready? Here we go. Grab cock . . . "
From that point on I either talked him through or gave a clear demonstration on each move.
He was ecstatic to find how much pleasure could be shared with just the minimum of action by lips and tongue on the super sensitive glans. We labored long and hard, licking and sucking, lightly nibbling, groaning and crying out with joy at the utter depravity of seeing who could drive the other the wildest without bobbing or jacking. No head or hand action was allowed: just rolling that sweet flesh back and forth between lips; tugging gently with teeth; letting the tongue wash over, under and around; digging into that small slit.
Feeling he was now well versed in that aspect of cock sucking I lifted up to let him know we were moving to the next level. "I'm going to show you how it's possible to swallow any cock down to the short curlies, baby -- unless it is just too damn big around."
He already knew my capability, just not how it was done. Working slowly, pressing in steadily I got him to successfully negotiate my not insubstantial length through his mouth and past the opening into his throat. He picked up on nose breathing and keeping open so air could be sucked in around the hot fleshy obstruction.
On his own, Chris started twisting his head, screwing me in tightly. I let him know how great that felt, showing him with duplicate action on his cock when able to. The rest of the exercise was just teaching my very apt pupil how to meld together the proper combination of deep throating and dick head pleasuring -- and how to know when it might be a good idea to ease off and let the raising passion ebb, to crest again and again.
It was fun, sexy as hell and quite enjoyable teaching Chris all about the fine points of the manly art of sucking cock. If he was telling the truth and hadn't ever gone down on a guy before he was a fucking natural. Shit, even if it was all an act, he did a beautiful job of pretended innocence and eager anticipation of a new experience. I was hot, sweaty and tingling from my scalp to the soles of my toe curled feet by the time we backed off the fourth time. I had to grab his hand and hold tight and I had my other one crammed under his back. I was just as eager to grab hold and let the good times roll as he was.
"I swear . . ." he gasped, ". . .it would splatter all over the ceiling if I just touched it. My fucking cock is so hot, so damn hard. Dad, you are a cock sucker supreme. Sorry I didn't know better the first time. Bet that wasn't much fun. But, even that felt good -- nothing like this, though. God, nothing has ever felt like this." He thrust his hips high and let out a long, low moaning cry. "How much longer, dad? My balls are one fire."
He pushed up again, straining his legs, his back tense, arched. My hand slid free. He felt it move. "Hey, ass hole. If you get to, so do I," he hissed, lifting up to check just what was going on. He jerked his hand out of my grip. "Wanna race, old man? Spot you five good pulls on that hot rod of yours and I'll still cream all over before you even start shaking."
"Fuck you, pretty boy," I shot back. "I've already got a hot one right here I'd like to watch fire off its load. I always finish what I start, one way or the other." I wrapped my fist around his throbbing shaft and started stroking.
My near hand went under his butt as I rolled on my shoulder. Lifting up I could watch the action. I stretched his dick skin tight, gathering what excess existed above my grip, sliding it up over the wide base of his dick head, squeezing hard. Then I worked it tight the other direction stroking firmly down. He squirmed as early juices leaked, coating that head I had just had covered with his own flesh.
"Let's do it then, daddy." He took a firm grip on my cock. It jerked and my hips gave a jolt at the feel of his hot hand.
I looked down, over the slow pumping fists. He winked, gave me that grin and started double pumping. I matched him, whipping hard on that young meat. We were rocking the bed, eyes darting from dick to dick then watching each other's reaction, winking and whacking faster. Low moaning cries rolled back and forth between us.
He had me, and I knew it. No way was I lasting another moment. That drove me wild, my hand vibrating like a piston in overdrive. I let out a yell along with three rapid fire squirts that arched up and descended, one behind the other. High flying white string of liquid pearls fell and shattered into mini-droplets, spreading across my chest, running back to pool at my breast bone.
"Wow," he muttered. Then he yelled, "Here I come!"
Out it poured, white cream oozing and running down slick and slimy between his hot flesh and my hand. One enormous glob lifted up into the air. A wet gooey mass, it was spit out and then fell back slowly soaking those brown curls, matting them down.
We lay, still holding on as both organs shriveled, looking into two hard breathing faces, grinning.
"Wow," Chris muttered again. "Wow. Wow. Wow! That was too much, dad. Just way too much." He flopped back, kicking his legs gleefully like a youngster, which he was.
I scooted around, pulled up the bed cover he had tossed on the floor and stared cleaning us up. When I was sure we wouldn't drip all over I got him up and marched him into the bathroom. The crumpled cover was tossed in the back of the closet as we left.
This was another new experience for Chris. Not bathing or taking a shower, but doing it with someone. Somehow he was shy, this wasn't just sex, it was a different intimacy. The only thing more intimate was sharing the toilet, which I showed him too. He was amazed I trusted him to keep that stream on target right between my legs as I took a quick dump.
This was after we'd spent a good half hour soaping and soaking. We found that there were a lot of soft sensual spots on both our bodies and that soap is a very, very slippery substance. He was positive I had shafted him when I let one finger rub up between his cheeks and with a slight shove pushed it through that pucker hole.
Giving his prostate a quick stroke or two I let him play his hands around my butt. He liked the feel and quickly figured out what I had done. He tried it on his live model and when I let out a short cry of joy knew he had got it right. We stood with water cascading over us, pressed together, fingers digging with passion, sucking face with gusto.
"It's that easy," he asked as we pulled apart, soaped and rinsed one more time.
"It's all easy -- if you just relax and enjoy it, Chris."
We dried each other, checking how our bodies had reacted for the third time in our mutual sexual urges. He held his hand under my balls, lifting them and my swollen cock. Lightly running the first two fingers of his other hand along the top he let out another 'Wow!' as it pulsed and grew even more, inching out and up, filling and firming with each heart beat.
Our fun was interrupted by the calls of nature. With that out of the way I let him lead me back to the bedroom. He liked the idea of dragging me around by that stiff handle, holding tight, moving quickly, urging the old man along.