10. Reece
Chapter 10
Reece
‘Tell me how you want your Daddy to fuck you,’ I growl, the feeling of my cock pressed right up against Xander’s ass bringing out every inch of my Daddy Dom side.
The sensation of Xander enthusiastically eating my ass was enough to push me all the way toward the very edge – but with his big, strong booty now presented before me, I’m determined to take the boy to places he’s never been before.
‘I said tell me ,’ I demand, slapping Xander’s booty on both cheeks in a quickfire double.
‘I want you to fuck my brains out, Daddy,’ Xander says, the words tumbling out of his mouth. ‘I want you to punish my ass and make me yours forever.’
Xander’s words are all I need to hear.
I ease my cock slowly but surely inside Xander’s tight hole and grin with delight as I hear my big, muscular boy moan in pleasure.
‘It’s too big,’ Xander says, biting his lip as I continue to push my cock further inside him. ‘No… wait… keep going. I need it all .’
I grunt and thrust forward, the muscles on Xander’s well defined and bulky back contracting as his body does everything it can to allow me all the way inside.
‘There, you like that?’ I say, pushing my cock all the way in and holding the position to allow Xander’s stretched ass to fully accommodate my length and girth.
‘Y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Xander says, burying his face into the cushion and moaning as I reach underneath his body and squeeze his nipples.
Keeping my cock firmly buried inside Xander, I lean forward and begin to kiss him on his neck, lightly at first and then beginning to playfully bite his neck and work my way up to his ear lobes.
‘ Mmmph , that feels…’ Xander splutters, not even able to finish the sentence as I pull back and thrust my cock all the way back in. ‘I think I’m going to…’
‘Not just yet, boy,’ I say, spanking his wobbly ass cheeks and then dragging my nails down his back. ‘Hold on. Enjoy every last second of your Daddy giving you what you need.’
I begin to increase the speed of my strokes and grip Xander around his well-rounded, strong shoulders.
The boy can take everything that I throw at him, and it feels like the harder I fuck him, the harder he craves to be fucked.
Well, if that’s the way he wants it, that’s the way he’ll get it…
‘OMG, OMG, OMG,’ Xander says, his voice quivering as I give him the full force and drive my cock in and out of his lubed hole as hard as I can.
Having been a professional soccer player for two decades, stamina has never been a problem for me. I keep working my thrusts harder and faster, impressed by how well Xander is handling it.
Then, Xander lets out a long, deep moan and I feel his body collapse into the couch as he cums. Fortunately, I’m nearly there too and in my final few thrusts I give absolutely everything I have to not only ensure that Xander’s orgasm lasts as long as it can, but mine does too.
‘Holy crap, that was something else,’ I say, breathlessly collapsing onto the wide couch next to Xander. ‘Boy… you’re incredible .’
‘I think you’re the incredible one,’ Xander says, his face still buried in the cushion. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to stand for a week.’
I smile and wrap my arms around the boy and bring him in for a cuddle.
That felt special – and that’s probably an understatement.
I’ve had my fair share of boys over the years, but nothing could come close to what I just experienced with Xander.
Xander’s got the body, the personality, and the booty.
I know from my career what it takes to be a champion – and as far as I can tell, Xander’s got absolutely everything needed to be the champion boy of my heart for years to come.
After dozing on the couch for a while I took the boy by his hand, and we had a nice shower together.
It felt so good to gently sponge clean Xander’s big body, and by the end of the shower we were both feeling about as relaxed and as satisfied as you would expect.
Now, the pair of us chilling out on the decked area of his cottage, we’re simply a Daddy and his special boy staring up at the stars together.
‘You know you can tell me if there was anything you didn’t like,’ I say, wanting to make sure that my baby boy was totally comfortable with everything we did. ‘I had a feeling you’d want to eat my ass after what went down previously.’
‘I loved that part,’ Xander giggles, sipping on his cup of juice. ‘I loved all of it. But ass worship is something I like a lot .’
‘That’s good to know,’ I reply. ‘I’ve never got into any kinks myself. But I think it would be fun to try. You know, experiment with you? See what we both enjoy?’
‘Yeah, that sounds great,’ Xander says, smiling sweetly and snuggling up to me on the long, deep hammock. ‘My stinky old Daddy used to judge me and be mean about kinky stuff.’
‘Asshole,’ I reply, shaking my head. ‘If you’re not ready to have an open mind, whatever. That’s on you as an individual. But to make a point of criticizing others for their kinks? That’s messed up.’
‘It sucked at the time,’ Xander says, a sad look in his eyes suddenly changing into one of defiance. ‘I might have been this big, strong construction worker but inside I was as sensitive as any Little. But I’m different now. I won’t let people like my ex-Daddy get in my way.’
‘And I won’t let anyone make you feel bad either,’ I add, squeezing Xander’s hand and looking deep into his beautiful brown eyes. ‘But there’s one thing I will insist upon.’
‘What’s that, Daddy?’
‘It’s bedtime for you, boy,’ I chuckle. ‘We’ve had a lot of fun today. Especially in the last couple of hours. It’s time we get our sleep. I’ll give you the best tuck-in ever.’
‘Will you stay with me too?’ Xander says, a look of hope in his eyes.
‘Of course,’ I reply. ‘Daddy will be right beside you all night.’
‘Come on, pump those powerful legs, boy!’ I roar, encouraging Xander up the final stretch of track that will take us to the top of Los Torros Hills.
‘I can’t, Daddy, I’m all out,’ Xander says, sweat pouring down his face.
‘You can!’ I say, turning back and running down the hill toward Xander. ‘Come on, one stride at a time with me.’
‘Okay, let’s go!’ Xander giggles, suddenly finding the energy to sprint up the final stretch. ‘Yay! I won! I beat Daddy!’
‘ Grrrrr , you hustled me!’ I bark. ‘And don’t think for one second that I won’t beading this onto your naughty boy discipline list either.’
‘Hehe,’ Xander chuckles, taking his water bottle out of his small backpack and quenching his thirst. ‘That was fun!’
‘Hey, cardio isn’t so bad after all then?’ I say, surprised at how fast Xander is for a boy of his size.
‘I still prefer weightlifting and strength training, but… yeah, cardio is pretty cool,’ Xander says, removing his drenched running vest.
‘I guess it’s my turn to come and lift some heavy weights with you next?’ I laugh, feeling pretty confident in my own strength but also knowing that Xander will be in his element when it comes to dumbbells and deadlifts.
‘Yay!’ Xander says, taking a seat on a rock and soaking in the sights and sounds all around us. ‘It’s so nice up here. I love it.’
‘Yeah, I like to come here,’ I say, sitting down next to Xander. ‘Life can get quite intense. I love signing autographs when I’m out and about, but I like my privacy too. Coming up here just gives me time to think and be myself.’
I look over and see Xander nodding.
I feel like we’re both cut from the same cloth in many ways. Back when I was dating all over Europe, many of the boys would want to live the glamourous, part-every-night lifestyle that came with being a soccer player. But I’ve got a clear feeling that Xander is different in that regard.
‘You like the quiet life too?’ I say.
‘Yeah. Being on site with the guys is what I love. Then hanging out for a while sometimes in Morning Milk or On The Rocks ,’ Xander says. ‘After that, I pretty much just want to chill. And it’s even better if the chilling is with you.’
‘Damn, you really are a boy after my own heart,’ I say. ‘I used to get so tired of all the film premiers and events that sponsors insisted I went to. Don’t get me wrong, I lived a privileged life. But it wasn’t all a bed of roses.’
I want to keep going and tell Xander how much his arrival in my life has changed things for me.
I can tell that Xander wants to hear it, and that he feels the same about me too.
Screw it, I’m not going to hold back a single second longer…
‘Boy, ever since I’ve met you, I’ve felt diff-’
‘Yes, Daddy?’ Xander says, an excited and expectant look on his face. ‘You’ve felt…’
‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’ I bark.
I spring up to my feet and make a charge for a nearby bush. It was only a rustle, but I’m sure someone was there.
‘I’m coming too!’ Xander shouts, jumping up onto his feet and running behind me.
But by the time we arrive at the undergrowth, there’s no one to be seen. All I can hear is the sound of a car pulling away into the distance.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,’ I shout, my mind spinning. ‘A million dollars says that was that paparazzo piece of crap Tony Ripper. This has to end, boy. Tony Ripper needs to be removed from my life once and for all.’
I kick the dirt track in frustration.
This had been a brilliant morning up until now.
Something has to give, and it has to give ASAP.
I’ve decided to meet up with Trent and see what the pair of us can come up with in order to stop Tony Ripper.
With Xander back at home and playing with one of his Little friends, I know I’ve got time to sit with Trent and come up with a plan.
‘Two triple-espressos,’ the barista says as he puts the coffees down on the table. ‘Have a good day, guys.’
‘Thank you,’ I say, quickly turning my attention from the barista to Trent. ‘Tony Ripper… he’s going to run a story on me and Xander, isn’t he?’
‘Bro, it certainly looks that way,’ Trent replies, taking a sip of his piping hot espresso. ‘We need an angle.’
Trent’s right.
The press laws don’t prohibit paparazzi photography, and neither do they stop gossip and celebrity news sites running wild with stories – no matter the impact they have on the people being reported on.
In order to take Tony Ripper down, I’m going to need to think of another way around this.
‘We know some pretty tough dudes,’ Trent said. ‘I’m not usually one for violence…’
‘No, that won’t end well for us,’ I say. ‘Even if I agreed with violence, we’re too high profile for that. And to be honest, I’d rather put Tony in his place and make an example of him in another way. There’s a thousand Tony’s out there. I can’t kick all of their asses!’
‘We could try?’ Trent says, the pair of us laughing as we see the funny side of the whole situation.
‘No, it has to be something else,’ I say. ‘But what that something is… I just don’t know.’
What I do know is that the clock is well and truly ticking.
Tony Ripper could break a story in a month, a week, or even this evening.
I have to think and be ready to do what needs to be done.
And it’s even more important to protect my privacy now than ever before – this time it wouldn’t just be me getting dragged into it, it would be Xander too.
And there’s no way in hell that I’m letting a low down, piece of crap paparazzo like Tony Ripper cause pain for my beautiful baby boy.