Chapter 11
Kairo
I lay in Truce’s soft bed, his heat and weight against me as he kissed my neck. It tickled and made my stomach flutter. I didn’t do anything but hold onto him and toss my head back and forth.
I’d wasted so many hours tonight away from this man. Now I was finally here.
“Daddy.” The word slipped naturally from my mouth.
“Yes. I’m your daddy and you please me very much when you call me that.”
I kept having to remind myself to breathe. Finally, I gave in and let my body do whatever it wanted. If that meant no air, then I’d faint and come back in paradise every time.
My eyes closed as my mind spun. I flashed on the things I wanted him to do. It was so many, too many and I got all flustered.
My cock ached, underwear too tight.
“Daddy, I’m… I’m too tight in my clothes.” That came out funny but Truce let up, tracing his hand down my chest. He didn’t laugh at me.
“I can help with that.”
Like a real daddy? Like a lover? “Yes, please.”
His hands went to my purple shirt and undid the top button just under my chin. “That’s a very nice soft shirt.”
“Oh, it’s—” I started to name the designer but stopped. I was supposed to be out of work. This shirt cost five hundred dollars.
My brain was sludge. It was Truce’s fault and I loved it. I flopped my right arm to the side and let my left arm fall away from his back. “Unbutton it all, please, Daddy.”
“Hard to breathe with all those fancy clothes on?” he asked, chuckling.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His hands had my shirt undone in a flash. I had a stupid, proper t-shirt on underneath, but it was thin and now I was closer to what I wanted, which was to be naked and lying before him ready for anything Daddy told me to do.
Truce moved my arms until they were out of the sleeves, then pulled the shirt out from underneath me. My arms were now bare; my chest heaved.
“You’re a pretty baby, aren’t you?”
“I hope so, Daddy.” Was I though? He didn’t look like he was lying as he ran his palms up and down my arms and over my chest.
A desperation enveloped me. I rolled into him. “Hold me, Daddy.”
He skirted an arm under me and pulled me to his chest. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and kissed his neck.
He rolled me back again, putting his leg between mine and bending his knee.
In this position I couldn’t move. I snuggled down, safe and secure, liking the idea that all decision had been taken away from me.
Except one.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Daddy.”
I never wanted to stop saying yes.
Truce peppered me with kisses all over, making his way down to my beltline. I arched for him but he trapped my hips. Tidal waves of heat passed through me.
My pants became miraculously unbuttoned. I wiggled to help him push them all the way off. My shoes hit the floor.
“How cute.”
I opened my eyes to see Truce staring at my crotch. I had forgotten I wore my little boy underwear, white, patterned with colorful balloons and elastic seams outlined in red.
“I—I—”
He frowned, bringing his face closer to mine. “From now on,” he said, “you’ll wear underwear only like this. No boxers. No solid colors. I want to see lots of kitties and ducks and more balloons.”
“Yes, sir, Daddy. I have lots.”
“Describe them to me.”
I could barely catch my breath to speak. “Goldfish. Butterflies. Flowers. Umbrellas. Hot dogs.”
“Hot dogs?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“My favorite.”
I couldn’t suppress a giggle.
He lifted my undershirt and pulled it over my head.
Before I could settle, he was already kissing my naked stomach, nudging my waistband.
As his tongue licked around my bellybutton, I let out a shrill yell, then slapped my hand over my mouth and bit down.
“Lie still.” Truce’s voice slid into my mind like a dream. Easy and sure and beautiful.
I wanted to do everything he said. Everything.
I worked hard to stop moving. But his mouth made that impossible. Especially since it was kissing past the waistband and over the cotton that was tented by my hardness.
No one had ever touched me this close. Not down there.
I kissed a boy once at the park outside the school I briefly went to.
That day, when the limo came to pick me up, I ran to Donny, my face red, my body drenched in sweat.
Donny asked me if I was all right. I told him I was and I never went back to that park.
Not because I didn’t like the kiss but because I’d loved it a lot and that scared me.
I didn’t want to do anything bad or wrong because Grandfather had become frail in the last couple of years and any change in routine might disrupt him, including me growing up.
Truce didn’t know I hadn’t done anything like this before. I kept my mouth shut, not wanting anything to stop. Not now.
Gently, slowly, like I was made of glass, he pulled my underwear down until it was off and I lay completely naked. My cock poked up, tilting back a bit from the weight. I was proud not to be too little, but not too big, either.
“So pretty,” he said in that enticing voice of his. “Let Daddy take care of this, yes?”
“Yes, Daddy.” My voice shook. My words got garbled. I said it again to make sure he understood. “Yes, Daddy.”
He massaged my thigh, which surprised me because my needy cock was so demanding. I liked that he took his time. But I also didn’t like it. I wanted him to touch me. Not as a little but as a big boy all grown up the way time did not allow us to avoid.
His knuckles brushed my balls. I made a backward hissing sound. His fingers touched and squeezed the inside of my other thigh, moving up and up until he finally, mercifully, cupped my balls.
They moved under his grip. He leaned over me, hand still holding me there between my legs, and kissed my lips.
“Sweet,” he murmured, then took his mouth away.
I’d never wanted something so much in my life. I wanted to yell: Let me have it. Instead, a gurgle worked its way up my throat as he kissed down my body.
When his lips open-mouthed the bare skin at the hairless base of my cock—I shaved down there all the time because I liked how it felt—I went blank all except for that touch and the feel of the air all around that tender spot. It seemed too cold, then too hot as he licked, then took his mouth away.
“May I kiss you?”
I tried to make sense of his request and couldn’t. I nodded anyway, opening my eyes just in time to see his lips purse at the tip of my cock.
“Oh-oh.” I grabbed a pillow and put it over my face. That focused the sensation even more.
He kissed me sweetly the way he had kissed my mouth. His lips opened.
The tip of my cock slipped into wet heat and I cried out, pushing the pillow away to see. The head went right into his mouth. I heaved. I banged my head back. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them wide.
The sweetest burning sensation overtook my cock. I lifted my head. Truce’s cheeks hollowed as he sucked it, just the head, then a little more.
A rush came over me. But I curled my fingers and toes to stop myself from coming. I wanted this to last more than a few seconds. Sheesh.
I bit my lower lip, concentrating on the pain. It helped. A bit.
Squeaks and groans and rumbles all got stuck in my throat. Truce’s wet mouth began to lower, then came back up to the tip as he sucked.
So good. So good.
“Daddy,” I rasped.
His mouth went back down on me. Further.
Taking more. A fiery storm ran through my veins.
Ripples of tight pleasure at the base of my spine, in my balls.
The ripple went into my cock, pushing against the pull of his mouth.
A deep throb threatened, expanding outward to encompass my whole being. I tumbled. My cock spasmed.
Should I warn him?
“Daddy,” I rasped again.
Truce hummed as he pulled up with a stronger suction that made everything seem to break around me. Even the air itself.
He drank from me as I came hard for a very long time.