Chapter 20
Briar
Ipulled back the flaps of his fly to reveal tight, pale pink underwear and a bulge with a wet spot that lured me in.
“Ahh, so sweet. Little Pan, you are gorgeous.”
He sighed. When I looked up at his face, his eyes were tightly shut.
I inhaled, already in love with his scent. Rivi could not have been a sweeter virgin, and I was the luckiest guy on Earth.
“I’m going to spoil you now.”
“Daddy, yes please.”
As I watched his cock jerk behind the thin cotton, my own cock throbbed in sympathy. He had to be aching. He’d waited too long to lose his cherry. I would make sure it happened well and good and thoroughly… all night long if need be.
I kissed the bulge, running my lips over the dampness there. He was nice and stiff, hard in the way a youthful, healthy boy should be. I mouthed the shaft, then kissed where I knew the tip to be, right at the dampest area.
Needing more, hungering for it, I pulled his pants off, then hooked his underwear with my thumbs and pulled it away from his skin.
Giving a little cry, Rivi bucked up. His cock bobbed free, sticking straight up into my face. A beauty if I ever saw one. And I had seen lots of them. He was rounded and pink at the tip, his shaft a darker almost purple color to match his tightly drawn-up balls.
His scent drove me to new heights. I pressed my cheek against his balls, the velvety softness warm and alive, then licked straight up the back of his shaft and over the shining wet head. My tongue swirled and Rivi sounded like he was choking.
I reminded myself. This was his first time. He wasn’t going to last. I had to make it good.
I engulfed the swollen head between my lips and sucked down his shaft, filling my mouth with utter sweetness.
Hands grabbed my shoulders.
I pressed my tongue beneath the shaft and suckled.
Within seconds a warm, rich liquid flooded my mouth.
I gulped and sucked as he squirted hard.
Once, in a club, I’d seen a guy spurt sixteen times for a long and inspiring orgasm.
I lost count with Rivi. How long had his balls been twisted up, waiting for this moment in time?
Too long.
“Daddy,” he called softly. “Daddy.”
I reached for him and took him into my arms.
“I couldn’t warn you,” he whispered. “My voice didn’t work.”
I hugged him to my chest. “I didn’t need any warning.”
“That….” He took a breath. “That was so wonderful.” He lay limp against me.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
After a while, I shifted. “Hey, let’s get you under the covers.”
“You need to take your clothes off,” he mumbled, obeying.
I got up. “I will. Just a minute.”
I went into the bathroom and got some clean towels. I wasn’t done with him yet. When I came back into the room, I saw him watching me. He was on his back, his head on two pillows.
I dimmed the lights to a half setting, placed the towels on the nightstand by his glasses and started to undo my tie and my button up shirt. I’d already hung my suit jacket in the closet.
When my shirt came off, Rivi’s eyes widened. “You’re ripped.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I have to be. I’m security. Remember?”
His mouth dropped open as I undid my trousers. I decided to not make any big production and slipped my pants and underwear off at the same time. My cock waved in the air, showing my desire for my new boy.
Rivi audibly gulped.
“Okay if I get under the covers with you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Manners again? At this moment?”
“I guess.” He gulped again, holding out one hand. “I want to feel you.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.”
I lay beside him as he rolled against me. One of my arms went underneath his shoulders, the other over his chest, and I pulled him to me. My cock rubbed against his thigh. He pressed harder against me, and just that little bit of friction made my cock twitch.
“Daddy, you’re big.”
“Bigger than you for sure.”
“I like it.”
“I’m glad.”
Slowly, Rivi ran one hand over my shoulder and down one bicep. He squeezed, petting, and moved on. He moved back a bit and stroked my pecs. “So many muscles.”
“Too many?” I asked.
“Nope.”
I kissed him on the nose. “You like touching them?”
“Yep.”
I stretched out on my back and Rivi leaned up and over me.
“Go ahead,” I said. “Touch wherever you want.”
He lowered the covers and began his exploration.
It was slow and excruciating, but at thirty-six, I’d become a pretty patient guy.
I had to be that way for my job. In bed, I dominated, but when my baby boys asked, I gave.
I wanted Rivi to be comfortable for his first night with me.
That meant getting used to me. I was more than fine with it.
His hands were soft. And they went everywhere. Over my chest, down my sides, up onto my flat stomach. He ran his fingers over my ribs. He played me like a musical instrument, naturally, without any plan.
My cock twitched against my abdomen again. The tip was wet, which was rarer for me these days. But I wanted him so badly that it was my body’s way of making demands.
He pressed his palms on either side of my erection, staring down. I wanted him to take it in, every detail.
After waiting almost too long, he pressed his fingers to the underside of my shaft, dancing down to the base and over my balls. He stroked my balls for a few seconds before cupping them, closing his hand around them.
I hissed.
“I’m sorry.” He took his hand away.
“No. Don’t stop. That wasn’t a reaction of pain, precious boy.”
“Oh. Good.” He put his palm beneath them and pressed up as if weighing them.
“You’re so handsome, Daddy.” He moved his other hand to my shaft and wrapped his fingers around it.
It was like a hug, only in my most private area. Hand cupping my balls, fingers circling my shaft. What a feeling.
“You’re so warm. So hard, Daddy.”
He was a quick learner. Or else he’d had some fantasies that made him brave.
“All for you, little Pan.”
His hand lifted my cock until it stood straight up. Then he began to milk it. Up and down. Too soft for anything to happen. At first. But then his grip tightened. He gave me more friction. I’d meant to get the oil when I got the towels and forgot.
“Here, baby, give me your hand.”
He looked up at me, eyebrows raised, then put his hand to my face. I grabbed it and licked it wetly all over.
“Now, put it back where it was.”
He obeyed. Now he could slip it up and down easier. My cock began to pulse. He felt it and moved his hand faster. Such bliss.
“Oh, honey, I’m about to come.”
“Daddy, yes.” He moved his head closer to my cock and kissed the very tip.
Soft lips surrounded my crown. A tongue teased the underside of my head.
If I cried out for help now, there was no saving me.
I shot hard.
He removed his mouth and watched as white streams squirted from my cockhead. He kept milking, squeezing. The cum bubbled like a fountain until I was completely spent.
I leaned my head back, breathing hard. “Baby, that was….” I moaned as he licked my now soaked tip.
Finally, he looked up and crawled over my body, kissing the center of my chest, then looking up with big eyes. “Did you like it? Was it okay? Daddy?”
“How can you ask? The evidence shot everywhere.”
He giggled. “Daddy, that was beautiful.”
“You’re a bold boy, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. I just know I like you.”
I pulled him closer and kissed him on the mouth, tasting the salty leftovers of my own pleasure.
Soon, his young cock poked me in the belly, fully recovered, hard and wanting. Again.
Such was the advantage of youth.