Chapter Eight
Duncan
Who saw this coming?
Not this daddy.
We’d had a nice evening, better than nice. Good conversation, getting to know one another, great food, and my first time with the big side of Ocean. He had a job with a lot of responsibility, often long hours, and at the end of the day often needed to take off that big, heavy hat.
A lot of what he described was not that different from my job, just on a bigger and much-better-compensated scale. But the feeling he described was close enough I thought I understood. But where he found relief by being little, mine came by caring for others in a way I did not get paid for.
“The bedroom is this way.” I had occupied the guest room, although Bob tried to convince me to use the master. You’re renting it, so it’s yours. I linked our fingers, drawing him down the hallway. “I’m very glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” He leaned in and I bent to kiss his firm, warm lips. When I straightened again, Ocean said, “This room?”
I opened the door and guided him in, unwilling to take my hands off him any longer than necessary.
The bed seemed miles away, and it took eons to undress him, although I didn’t mind the effort or the time.
He definitely was taking advantage of the weight-lifting equipment, enough to develop firm muscles that stretched the sleeves of his T-shirt.
His flat abdomen and trim waist had me scattering kisses over the warm skin while guiding him to sit on the edge of the mattress.
A more-than respectable cock rose from a light nest of hair between powerful thighs.
I couldn’t wait to see him in his little aspect, but there was absolutely nothing wrong with this version of him.
I traced the head of his cock, smearing the droplet of precum over the smooth skin before licking it away, his gasp music in my ears.
Encouraged by his fingers threading through my hair, I closed my lips over him and gave a light suck.
Gripping his shaft in one fist, I brought my other hand down to tickle his ball sac and dandle it in my palm.
Ocean’s breathing grew harsh as I moved up and down, hand squeezing and releasing, my mouth following it down and being chased back up. Down again and up, sucking harder, taking him into my throat while he groaned and linked his fingers behind my head.
“Oh, yes, please, D-Duncan.” He dug into my scalp, shuddering as his cum pumped down my throat, leaving a hint of salt in my mouth. As the last droplets slid down, his grip eased and he fell back, chest heaving.
Taking time to lick him clean, I crawled up beside him and wrapped him in my arms while his breathing returned to normal. His skin glowed in the low light from the hallway, his body statue-worthy, as if carved from marble.
And I was getting a little bit fanciful, probably because my brain function was entirely in place between my legs. When I felt he was recovered enough, I kissed him again, and again. The shadows didn’t hide the twinkle I’d come to look for in his eyes.
“You’re amazing, Duncan.” He pulled me close, reaching down to palm my cock. “But it’s your turn now.” Releasing me, he rolled to his back and pulled his knees up, revealing his needy hole. “Do you have any lube?”
I did. “In the bedside table.” Leaving him there looking so delectable, I fetched it and returned to pop the cap and squeeze some of the thick, slick stuff into my palms. I took my time preparing him for me, first, slicking up my cock then going to work on his hole.
So tight, two fingers were a squeeze, but loosening a little at a time as I scissored my fingers then added a third. “I think you’re ready.”
“More than ready.” Ocean pulled his legs wider, knees higher. “Please. I need you.”
I knelt on the edge of the bed and rubbed the head of my cock against his prepared hole. It was still going to be a tight fit, but I’d go slow, take my time, make it good for both of us. I wanted to make everything good for him.
He needed someone like me to help him take the pressure off in this and other ways.
And it would not be a chore. Would he be naughty or sweet?
At the thought, I drove inside, an inch then two.
Then pulled back and thrust deeper. Deeper every time until he’d stretched enough to take all of me.
Stopping, I watched his face for signs that I was hurting him, causing him any kind of distress, but his half-closed eyes held only intensity. Matching his hardening cock.
“You are getting ready to go again,” I murmured, driving in again. “Maybe we should take care of you.”
“Do. Not. Stop,” he growled. “I’ve got this.”
Big Ocean didn’t mind taking charge in the bedroom.
It was hot. He jerked himself off while I fucked his asshole, plunging in again and again until I could no longer hold back and roared out my pleasure, filling him with my cum.
Then I froze, watching his fountain of thick, salty sweetness pour over his fist to puddle on his groin.
Everything about this man was hotter than hot.
Braced on my hands over him, I watched his face again, the tightness of climax easing into the golden afterglow I wanted to see every night for the rest of my life.
Then I dropped to lie next to him, while my heart hammered in my ears and both our chests heaved.
I reached for his hand and brought it to my lips then let it rest on my chest.
“We’re going to need to shower,” I said, finally. “We’re a mess.”
“A happy mess,” he murmured. “And I might never be able to stand up again.”
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, alarmed. “You were very tight. But it felt so good.” I would never forgive myself if I caused him harm.
“No, but I can’t remember the last time I’ve come twice in a row. I think I spilled out all my bodily fluids.”
“You need a drink. Hang on.”
Without waiting for an answer, I stood up and marched to the kitchen for a few bottles of cold water. Returning, I found him sitting propped against the headboard.
“I might be a little thirsty,” he admitted when I’d unscrewed a cap and handed him a bottle. “Oh, that’s so good.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and my gaze fixed on his throat. “Hey, aren’t you going to drink some?”
“I only came once, so I still have some bodily fluids,” I joked. “But, yes.”
Joining him, I drank one bottle and got him to drink part of a second. “Can’t have you fainting from dehydration,” I said. “I have more plans for you later.”
“A shower?”
“For a start.”