Chapter Twenty-Six #3
I’ve gotten braver and more confident, even though I can feel my orgasm lurking at the edges of my consciousness. I think it’s the tinge of anxiety over wanting to be sure this is good for Kris that is keeping the inevitable ending at bay, because honestly I feel like I could explode at any second.
Hitching one of his calves over my shoulder and his other knee over my bicep/the crook of my elbow, I help lift him into a different angle, and he cries out when I thrust inside.
“Good?” I manage to ask, despite the fact that my brain feels a bit like alphabet soup right now.
“So fucking good,” he repeats, eyes shut now, his expression contorted into one that could be either pain or pleasure. Then he snakes one of his own hands down his body and grabs his neglected dick. I start to thrust a bit faster, harder, deeper. “Oh fuck, sweetheart.”
“Nnghh.” The incomprehensible groan is all I can offer him as stars start to spark behind my own closed eyelids.
When did I close them?
“You coming for me, baby?” Kris asks —babbles, really— as I begin to lose control. “You gonna fill Daddy up with your cum?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, the word sounding high and reedy. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Unngghh. Benji. When you call me Daddy…”
He trails off, but I get it. I’d bet that I feel the same way when he calls me sweet pet names, or when he calls himself my Daddy.
I completely lose the rhythm of my thrusts, pounding with wild abandon now, my body taking over to chase down my orgasm.
“That’s it, that’s it,” Kris encourages, his voice just as strained as my entire body feels. I can’t open my eyes to look at him. It doesn’t sound like he minds. “Come for Daddy, baby.”
“I…I…I’m…”
“I know. I know. Come on, Benjamin. Fill Daddy up.”
“Ah!” I cry, throwing my head back and thrusting in hard, “I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming. Oh, oh, ohhhh.”
I can feel my dick twitching and pulsing deep inside him, into the condom, and it’s a trip to come without being able to look down and watch it happening.
But, instead, I get to watch Kris shuttling his fist up and down his own cock so fast that I’m almost afraid he’s going to give himself some kind of friction burn. I make a move to pull out, but he slips his legs off my shoulder and arm and locks his ankles around my back.
“Stay there,” he definitely growls this time, “I wanna…nnngh…wanna come with you still inside me.”
Just when I thought this couldn’t get any hotter, he goes and says something like that. But with the aftershocks of my orgasm fading, my brain resumes function, and I can’t help but let some of my brattier side come out to play.
“Promises, promises, Daddy,” I tease, grinding my hips forward, trying to extend the sensation of my dick filling him up before it softens. “I think you’re all talk.”
“I’ll show you all—ah, fuck.”
His ass clenches around me even more tightly as his body convulses and cum spurts over his fist. Some lands on my stomach, some lands on his, and he continues to milk every last drop out that he can while I watch, riveted.
Then he flops back, his legs falling away from my sides, his hairy chest heaving.
With flushed cheeks, sweaty skin, and glassy eyes, he looks completely fucked out.
I did that, I think again proudly.
“C’mere,” he slurs, making grabby hands towards me.
Gripping the base of the condom, I slide out of him then make quick work of pulling it off, tying it up, and tossing it off the side of the bed, heedless of having to clean it up later. The temptation of crawling over the mattress to snuggle in Kris’s arms is too great to ignore.
“That was perfect, Benji. You are perfect.”
I’m still not sure how to react to praise and compliments like this, so I just wink and shrug. “I try.”
He snorts and kisses the top of my head, rubbing his cum-covered belly into mine as we cuddle. “I’m happy that fate introduced me to you back at that camp, you know?”
I think about the person I was when we met, and the person I’m still trying to become.
I think about how much has changed in such a short time, and how much lighter I feel now.
I think about how I was so convinced that I didn’t want a Daddy or a relationship, when I so clearly longed for exactly those things.
And I think about how lucky I am that I somehow stumbled into the path of this sweet, patient man with all the same kinks as me.
“Me too,” I reply, blinking back unexpected happy tears.
Still, I don’t tell him that I’m happy that I can finally envision and embrace the idea of a happily ever after with him, because those words still sound a bit scary.
Instead, I opt for an expression of gratitude that seems more ‘us’.
“And I’m really happy that we’re working things out together. ”
It’s Kris who brings the whole conversation home, which tracks for our dynamic, really.
“I hope we’ll always work things out together, Benji.
I’m excited to see what the future holds for us both.
” He nuzzles my temple with his nose, his beard tickling my skin.
“And maybe we can look at going back to the camp together one day. As Daddy and Boy, not counselor and guest.”
A couple of months ago, that idea would have been off-putting, but now I can look back on the whole experience from a different perspective.
The camp was a great idea, but I wasn’t receptive to letting people in or really sharing my Little or Middle side with others.
I was prickly, defensive, and self-conscious.
I saw all those other Littles and Middles with their caretakers, and I was jealous.
But now? Now I have a Daddy of my own. The best Daddy for me, in fact. And I think I might be ready to properly embrace the social aspect of my headspaces now that I’ve started to understand what I was so afraid of before.
And some of the other campers were kind of fun.
I regret not getting to know Shea or Tess properly.
To build friendships with people who seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.
I’m starting to get that now, of course, with Anson, and Asher, and Bear, and some of the others at The Grove, but that’s because I’m more open to it.
While I might never see Shea or Tess again, I might make different friends if we go back to camp. New people who might bring new personalities and points of view and experiences into my life. People like Kristian, who might end up helping me change my view of the world and myself for the better.
“I’d like that a lot,” I answer after thinking about it. “I’d like a do-over. Especially with you there by my side.”
Kris’s big arms squeeze me affectionately. “I’ll always be by your side, Benji. For as long as you’ll have me.”
That sounds like a promise for forever, and I beam. “I will always want you with me, Daddy.”
Always.
It’s funny how it’s not a scary word anymore. Not where Kris is concerned.
“Then that’s settled,” he says decisively. “You’ve got me for always, and I’ve got you, too.”
Okay, so maybe I’m starting to rethink my stance on happily ever afters after all.