2. MAX #2
“Is it my turn now?” he asked, going down on his knees in front of me, both hands on my legs while the teddy stayed hooked under his arm. “To undress you.”
I looked him over, combing a hand through his hair and pushing his head back. “You tell me. What do you want to do?”
“You told me it was nine inches, so I—”
A laugh came out. “I’ve got no reason to lie.”
His eyes were on my crotch. “I’m full of wonder,” he giggled.
And in the full light from above, my bulge had been growing right in front of him.
“So, I’m just wondering if I—” Both of his hands stretched the length of my thighs, almost ready to meet my dick, his fingertips on the edge of my low hanging balls. “If I could see it.”
“You’ve got to use some magic words. I think that’s the case.”
“Please,” he said, pouting.
“Mhm, there’s something else you could call me,” I said.
“Please, Daddy.”
“And like the good boy you are, you can unbuckle my belt and see what you’ve caused.
” I leaned back, giving space to reveal my buckle.
“Good boys get good rewards.” And I’d rather he wanted me for my dick than for my money, because my dick wasn’t going leave me.
All nine inches of it—plus a little extra if squeezed right.
Benji’s excited fingers unbuckled the belt and the slacks; he stared at me. I nodded permission before he went further, unzipping to the tight black Calvin Klein’s. He touched it, briefly, and I was chubbed, so it was semi-soft. He pulled his hand away, like it was different.
“Take them off me,” I said, pushing my slacks from the hip. “You’ll get a better feel.”
His hungry eyes stared at me. Obeying the order, he tugged and they came free, all the way down my legs. He glanced up, at the thick bulge rising over my thigh. A nice breeze rolled over me from the AC, forcing the hairs on my incredibly hairy legs to stand up.
He folded my slacks, like I’d done for him. “Does this look right?”
“Now, where are you going to put them?”
His clothes were on the counter above the mini-fridge, and mine were now beside them.
He tried to play it cool, but his hands were shaky, going up and down my thighs, scared to grab my dick.
It was big, and not everyone could handle it.
He’d had a brief touch, and I hoped it hadn’t spooked him.
The last thing I wanted was for him to fear the blessing he was about to receive by tasting me.
And yes, it was a blessing. Not many were given the privilege, and while he couldn’t become pregnant, my cum, according to my net worth, was close to liquid gold.
“You have lube, right?” he asked, fingers so close, so ready to slide up into my boxers.
“This place has lube on call,” I told him. “And there’s a pump tub of it. You’ll never run out here.”
“I’m just trying to mentally prepare myself,” he said. “I’ve got this one toy, and it’s like a tentacle, and it’s thirteen inches, and—” He puffed out his cheeks and started giggling again. “Sorry, I am a bit tipsy, so I’m just trying not to let anything pass.”
“Savor it,” I said softly.
While he played with the idea of my dick, not touching it, I’d unbuttoned my shirt to give him a bigger picture of just how untamed my body was.
I didn’t have a treasure trail, I had a forest, and if you were lucky enough, you’d find a path to wherever it was you wanted to go.
I was a choose your own adventure, but only if I liked you, and right now, I liked Benji.
“I’d never imagine you looked like this,” he said.
“I’d say the same for you. And I don’t know if you’re doing this on purpose, but you’re beginning to tease me. And I like a tease, but my dick might chew through these boxers if you don’t release it.”
“I just wanna—” He paused, biting his lip, and with one swift motion, he mushed his face into my crotch, rubbing it around like he was trying to feel everything with his face first. It was nice, different to other approaches.
I leaned back slowly until I was lying, and with one hand on his head, I forced him to press harder.
And he did—his choice, my encouragement.
“So big,” he let out. His mouth open, saliva collecting on the fabric, he tried taking my dick side-on at the shaft, like an animal eating a hot dog from the middle.
He brought out a wildness in me that made me force his head down hard. “I really wanna touch it now.”
I pulled my hand away from his head. “You’ve always been able to.”
His tongue on my briefs, he licked the length to my tip and the wet patch I’d made, precum releasing with every throb. Another hit of Daddy’s cream, and he sucked it through the fabric while his fingers traveled the shaft, trying to count the inches with those little finger steps. All nine steps.
“Do you always tease?” I asked.
“Daddy deserves a reward too,” he said, looking at me. He stuck his tongue out like a cat, licking the tip again. My dick throbbed, and I was ready to grab him by the head once more and push his face into my dick, hoping to play hide the meat down his throat. That’s where this teasing was going.
“Tell me what I’m being rewarded for,” I said. “Is it my restraint?”
He giggled. “It’s for the gifts. And for finding me when I was lonely in the club.”
“Oh, then I’ll accept it. I hope the reward goes further.”
Without warning, he pulled the boxers down and my dick flopped out with a thick, hard curve, foreskin pulled back to reveal the light pink head, glistening and ready for his tongue to fuck it before I fucked him. He’d only get so much longer at this before I took over and laid him out on this bed.
“It’s—”
“Say it,” I encouraged.
“Looks bigger.” He swallowed hard. “Damn.”
“Like I said, plenty of lube.” I winked. “I promise not to break you, but I can’t promise not to ruin you for anyone else. Even if you do have that tentacle toy.”
He nodded, almost bowing his head. “Yes, Daddy.” He took my dick in both hands, squeezing.
Bigger than nine inches now. He licked the happy tear of precum from my dick, like it cried for the friend he finally got to meet face-to-face.
Then he did what I would’ve done to him, smacking his cheeks like they were drums, producing a hollow sound with each time tap, leaving my residue on him.
“You’re still teasing it,” I said.
His giggles tickled my shaft, just as he went to kiss it, up and down my length.
Not only was his body a sleeper build, but so was his performance.
He even knew to play with my balls. I lay back in bliss, my eyes struggling to stay open and focused with all the work he put into not sucking my dick.
Edging me—nobody edged me. I was the Dom in control.
Before I could get another word out, his lips touched the tip, pulling the foreskin up and taking me into the depths of his warm mouth, salivating down my shaft then licking it off.
He tried deepthroating, getting so far and then yanking himself away.
His eyes, looking at me for approval, were bloodshot from trying.
“Keep going,” I said.
We were having fun, and we needed it to last. All I’d needed was for him to stop teasing me, and now he had.
He’d got a taste, and he didn’t want to stop.
He slapped his cheeks like drums with my dick once more, harder with each whack, watching as droplets flew off.
He went deep again, covering my cock in saliva, sliding up again with his tongue, trailing the sensitive seam that reached the frenulum, even more sensitive.
He strummed his tongue across it like he was playing a guitar.
I was a one-man band to his face, and he could play me all night long if he wanted.
Red and warm in the face, Benji, a clear workaholic, now looked to me for a promotion—from oral, it seemed. He didn’t have to wait, or ask, all he had to do was present himself, and I’d take it from there.
“You done?” I asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.”
Benji lips pursed into a pout. “Thank you.”
“I have a request,” I said.
“Okay, what is it?”
“The nightstand,” I said, sitting upright, my dick at attention, now pressed against my hairy abdomen.
In the nightstand, there were two sets of cuffs. He held them, one set in each hand, dangling. “For me?”
I nodded. “I told you, I like to be in control. Complete control. And since it’s my turn, I’d like to cuff you to the bed. You can refuse. If it makes you uncomfortable, tell me.”
He shook his head, a smile starting across his lips. “I’m ready,” he said, clearing his throat and bowing his head. “I’ve already submitted myself to you.”