Chapter 4 #2
He quickly climbs off the bed, following me to the side table where I drop off my strap on. Pressing into me, he wraps his arms around me tightly, and I can feel he’s gone partially soft. “I’m sorry!” He shouts right into my ear, then holds me tighter. “I’ll be better, don’t send me home.”
“We’re going to go downstairs and pick out something to watch, then relax for the rest of the night.” I explain, then take a step to the side, assuming he’ll let go, but he doesn’t.
“But what about sex and kissing?” He asks.
“Not tonight,” I answer.
“Because I was a terrible boy?” He mumbles, then loosens his grip around me and plays with the hair on my belly.
“Yes, I’m worried those videos gave you bad advice,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood.
“The boy in the video was good, his daddy said so, but I don’t know how he was able to not get excited, then impatient.” He replies, “you were so slow. I felt like I was going to burst.”
I laugh, then say, “we’ll have to work on your patience. Now, let’s go find something to watch, and you can have one of those cherry drinks you love so much.”
“You have them?” He asks, back to being happy.
“Yes, I got a pack because of your incessant talking about how good they are, and by the way, they’re disgusting.” I remark, then try to walk towards my clothes within Chase’s grip. “Let me go so I can get dressed.”
“No!” He shouts, “can’t we stay naked since we can’t finish having sex?” He asks, then rushes out, “it still counts though. You’re my first, and my first boyfriend.”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” I ask, frowning slightly. It’s definitely okay that he has limited experience, but I do find it odd that a guy like Chase wouldn’t have at least dated, even though he didn’t have sex.
I feel him shake his head, “same problem as the sex thing, and it’s not really fair to date someone if you can’t have sex with them. Most people want to have sex with their boyfriends.”
Fair point. “We’ll stay naked, but you need to let me go. I don’t want to trip down the stairs,” I explain. He very slowly lets go of me, and I turn to face him.
“I am sorry for being a terrible boy,” he mumbles.
I smile at him, “we’ll practice and figure out a balance for us.”
He nods, then smiles widely, “can I give you a blowjob?”
I snort, “it’s like my words go in one ear, then out the next.”
“You said we’re going to watch TV downstairs and rest,” he says, “what’s more relaxing than cumming?”
“Does a terrible boy deserve the chance to suck me off?” I prompt while heading to the door, then down the stairs to the living room.
He scrambles after me, “yes, because what’s more punishing than having to watch someone else cum when you can’t. Feeling your achy, hard cock throb, and needy for release, only to get nothing. To only be able to be a part of someone else’s orgasm when yours is so close, but unattainable.”
I hum as I settle myself on my couch, and he kneels between my spread legs. He rubs his hands up and down my thighs with an open expression of eagerness. I flick my eyes to his cock, which is hard again, before meeting his eyes.
“Please, daddy,” he says, “let me make it up to you for being such a terrible boy.”
“This seems more for you than me,” I comment, spreading my legs further apart and slipping down on the seat of the couch, putting my cock closer to him. My cock juts out with its small mushroom tip peaking out. It’s small, 2.9 inches on a good day, not that I often measure it anymore.
He shuffles closer, intently watching me, “can I please?”
I give him a small nod, watching him just as intently.
He dives, that’s the only way to explain it onto my cock, and engulfs it before sloppily licking it.
He’s got his mouth spread wide with a good chunk of my bush in his mouth while he laps at my cock.
It’s both terrible and too much. He pushes closer, putting my legs over his shoulders, and tugs me half off the couch.
I’m speechless. I’m supposed to be in control here, and all I can do is watch the boy act like a rabbit dog that needs my cock to survive.
He gives my cock and the surrounding area a harsh suck as I thread one hand in his hair, then tug him back.
He whimpers and reluctantly releases me after three hard tugs to his hair. “Slow down, and just focus on my cock.” He nods, and I’m not convinced.
He grabs my hips tightly, and somehow has me straddling his face while he’s lying on his back on the ground.
Before I can scold him, he listens to my advice and closes his lips around my cock, then starts doing a slight bob while sucking.
I moan, this is a lot better. I lean forward, putting one hand on the ground near his head and one on the couch as his hands rub along my thighs.
I curse as he sucks hard, gripping my thighs tightly.
“Use your tongue,” I say, then moan as he immediately starts flicking his tongue on my tip. A sharp pain shoots through my cock, “no biting,” I snap.
He lets me go, “sorry, I just wanted to see how it would feel.”
“Suck,” I command.
He goes back to bobbing his head, so his lips run up and down my cock, then periodically flicks his tongue along my tip.
I hump his face, slowly at first, then work my way to a faster pace.
I feel like the rabbit dog now, rutting against him.
Another moan escapes me, and I bring one hand to fist his curls, then shove his face harder into me.
He’s unable to bob his head, so he focuses on sucking and licking at my cock.
My legs tremble as I feel my orgasm grow close, and I try to close my legs, but I’m unable to.
Lifting up, he only pulls me back down, and he must sense I’m near to cumming because he doubles his efforts.
“Fuck!” I shout, gripping his hair tightly. I’m sure it hurts, and yet he doesn’t stop.
He continues to suck me through my orgasm, and I feel and hear the sound of wetness as I grind down on his face. When my orgasm subsides, I let out a breath, and Chase laps his tongue around my cock. I try to lift myself off him, but his grip stops me as he seems to be cleaning off my cum.
“Chase,” I warn, and he releases me.
I shift away, sitting beside him, and watch him lick his lips, then wipe the area around his mouth with three fingers before sucking them into his mouth. He closes his eyes briefly before he slips his fingers free, then looks at me. “You taste really good, daddy.”
I snort, then frown at his soft cock that’s sitting on his stomach below a small pool of splattered cum. I dip my fingers through it, then spread it along his lips. “Terrible, terrible, boy,” I tease.
“It was an accident,” he says, then licks his lips after I pull my fingers away. Dipping my fingers back in his cum, I then lick them clean. “I didn’t touch my cock.”
“I know,” I reply, and I’m honestly surprised he didn’t only cum hands free, but untouched. His hands had remained on me the whole time. Did he really enjoy sucking me off that much? “Let’s go get cleaned up, then actually do as I instructed.”
I stand, and he follows me upstairs to the bathroom off my bedroom with the full bath. “Are we having a bath together?” He asks excitedly.
“No, we’re showering, then relaxing, and in the morning we’re going to set ground rules and expectations.” I explain, “so, you’re not set up to fail, but you also understand you need to listen.”