12. Harrison
Chapter 12
Harrison
The boy’s going to be in for a surprise when he sees what I have in store for him, that’s for sure – and I hope he thinks it’s a good surprise too.
‘I’m back,’ I say, walking through the living area and back onto the balcony.
Taylor is still in position on the couch with his juicy ass fully on display and right up in the air for me. But what he doesn’t know is that I’m holding a thick butt plug in one hand and large tub of extra-slippery lube in the other.
‘Let’s see how you like this,’ I say taking my position behind an expectant Taylor and applying some of the new lube to his already oiled hole.
‘That feels nice,’ Taylor groans, attempting to push back on my fingers as I massage the lube.
‘Oh no, not yet,’ I say, reaching down and running my hand through Taylor’s hair. ‘I’ve got something much more your size.’
Taylor turns around at just the right time and sees my gently pressing the butt-plug up against his lubricated hole.
‘ Mmmph , that’s so g-g-g-good,’ Taylor groans, the sensation of the plug’s gradually increasing thickness as it enters him making Taylor bury his face deep into the cushion beneath him.
‘Perfect,’ I say, securing the plug all the way inside and taking a big grab on both of Taylor’s cheeks. ‘And now that you’re all set up, you can give your Daddy some pleasure.’
With that, I stand up and remove my clothes.
I want Taylor to see me naked, to drink in my body, and to understand that his Daddy might not be as physically big as him – but I’m definitely more than enough for him where it counts.
‘On your knees,’ I say, gripping my cock and holding it out for Taylor to worship as he gets onto his knees. ‘Now stick your tongue all the way out.’
I grunt in pleasure as Taylor does exactly that.
The feeling of my cock slapping down on Taylor’s extended tongue is something else. I can tell from the look of lust in Taylor’s eyes that he’s enjoying it too.
‘Now swallow,’ I bark. ‘All of it.’
I hold Taylor’s head and push my cock in – half-way to begin with and then all the way.
As I begin to fuck his mouth, I grip Taylor’s hair and work his head to suit my needs. I look down and see that Taylor’s manhood is rock-hard, and when I imagine how his ass is feeling with a big plug snugly buried inside it, I decide that I want some anal pleasure myself.
‘Enough,’ I growl, pulling my wet cock out of Taylor’s hungry mouth and turning around and presenting my ass to him. ‘Time to eat.’
Taylor doesn’t need any further instruction.
I grunt my approval as Taylor parts my cheeks and begins to lick and lap his tongue over my hole, soon burying his face deep into my cheeks so that he can work to maximum effect.
The boy’s enthusiastic, I’ll give him that.
And he’s good too – seriously good.
As Taylor eats my ass, I take my dick and begin to stroke it. I’m already hard, but I want to make sure that when it’s time to go, I’m ready to give Taylor absolutely everything…
‘I think it’s time we took that plug out,’ I say, turning around to face Taylor. ‘We’ll take the plug out and replace it with something even bigger .’
Taylor nods and turns around. The boy gets on all fours and parts his cheeks wide open so that I can remove the thick plug from deep inside him.
‘Eager, I like it,’ I grunt.
‘Woah, that feels… just… wow ,’ Taylor says as I remove the plug slowly. ‘I’m ready now. I want you to make me yours, Daddy.’
No more words are necessary.
I can see and hear that Taylor is more than ready for me to take him.
With the evening air still warm from the day’s heat, a slight breeze cuts across the balcony as I take Taylor by the hips and then spread his cheeks.
As I begin to push my throbbing manhood inside Taylor’s well-prepared butt, I see him grip onto the edge of couch and bite down on the plump cushion in front of his face.
‘Try and relax, let me inside you,’ I say, slowing my efforts down while still applying pressure. ‘That’s it. Keep breathing. Let me all the way in there.’
Gradually, Taylor relaxes into the task and soon enough I’m all the way inside him – and the boy has gone from biting down on the cushion to moaning in pleasure.
‘Fuck me, please fuck me,’ Taylor says, ever so slightly rocking back on me in an attempt to feel me even more.
‘That’s the plan,’ I growl, taking his enthusiasm as a green light to go harder.
I begin to thrust, pulling my cock back and then driving it back inside Taylor, my hands squeezing on his hips and slapping onto his clapping cheeks as I increase the speed of my thrusts.
‘ Mmmmmmore ,’ Taylor groans, his voice now sounding animalistic as I start to really give him what I’ve got in my armory.
Soon enough, I’m crashing back and forth, Taylor’s strong body more than capable of taking my weight as the pair of us begin to fuck with a capital F .
Such is the connection between our hard, sweaty bodies that before I know what’s happening, I feel myself shooting wave after wave of my seed deep inside Taylor.
The pair of us are grunting, working our bodies as hard as we can. I reach down and catch Taylor’s cock just in time, my hand helping the boy to an explosive, satisfying orgasm himself.
‘Holy shit,’ I say, draining the last drops as I plunge my cock one final time all the way inside Taylor. ‘That was like nothing else. Fuck. I need to lie down.’
I’m not exaggerating either.
I can’t remember a single other sexual experience in my life that was so explosive, so full of base desire, and maybe most importantly – so much of a shared experience.
‘Come up here, let’s lie together,’ I say, offering my hand and helping a wiped out Taylor onto the couch with me. ‘Everything okay?’
‘I’m way more than okay,’ Taylor says, his breathing hard and his face flushed and sweaty. ‘That was… unreal.’
‘Hell yeah. That’s very good to hear,’ I say, smiling as Taylor lifts his big leg up and wraps it over my body. ‘God damn, your sexy.’
‘You too!’ Taylor says, running his hand over my chest and with a look of lust in his eyes that I know full-well means he wants more.
I look down and see that Taylor’s cock still appears to be semi-hard. Is the boy ready to go again? So quickly?
‘How about we go for a nice shower to clean up?’ I say. ‘And who knows, after some soothing shower gel and hot water, we might just be ready for some more fun?’
‘I think I’d like that, Daddy,’ Taylor says, his heavy body pressing up on me.
‘Oh, and I think you’re really going to love my double-shower too,’ I laugh. ‘I’ve got enough shower heads and pressure blasters in there to cater for every inch of our bodies…’
Taylor blushes before the pair of us burst out into laughter.
Irrespective of what we get up to in the shower, this has so far been one of the greatest evenings of my life – and suddenly I’m beginning to wonder whether Taylor could be the boy that I lock down for life.
* * *
The rest of the evening played out every bit as fun-filled as I’d hoped – and I’m more than certain that Taylor feels the same way too.
After a long, much-needed shower, the pair of us ended up having a whole ton of fun in the bathroom, the kitchen, and back out on the balcony.
To say that both of us ended the night fully satisfied wouldn’t even do it justice. Both mine and Taylor’s stamina and sexual appetite were perfectly in tune and I couldn’t have dreamed of a better first experience together.
After falling asleep in one another’s arms in my king sized bed, I was woken about an hour ago by my natural body clock.
Call me a workaholic, but I don’t remember the last time I slept in beyond 5:00AM. I guess I’m just built that way now. Too many years of working eighteen hour days seem to have permanently adjusted my body clock. Not that I’m complaining.
With Taylor fast asleep in the bedroom, I’m sitting in my office and doing some more digging as to who might be responsible for causing so much shit over the Las Malvinas development.
After pouring over some files that my assistant managed to gather from a planning meeting a few weeks ago, I see a message pop up in my email.
It’s from a name I haven’t heard from in quite some time.
And it’s not a name I ever wanted to hear from again either…
Harrison… so. Long time. How’s small town life treating you? I guess when you can’t hack it in the big city, anywhere small must be a relief. But, whatever. Enough of the pleasantries. Here’s the thing. I’m working with some big clients now. And your Las Malvinas site came onto their radar for some unknown reason. Thing is, my clients are used to getting what they want. And they weren’t happy when your early bid was accepted. They want the site. They’re willing to pay you market value, but not a penny more. And now with your… problems… with the planning department, I think you should consider this offer very seriously. NICO ;)
‘You have to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, using every ounce of discipline not to pick up my laptop and toss it directly out of the window. ‘Nico Wilder. Asshole!’
Nico was an employee of mine when I made my move to the cities all those years ago. At first he seemed like the kind of team member that any business owner would kill for.
Nico was hard working.
The boy was enthusiastic, knowledgeable, and had a good eye for a deal too.
Nico was cute too – and we did begin to see each other, a decision I regret to this day. Because for all of Nico’s qualities, he was also full to the brim with far less positive traits.
Nico was underhanded, devious, and manipulative.
The boy soon proved himself to be impossible to trust too – and in part he was behind me decision to quit city life and rebuild my business back in Los Torros.
I hadn’t heard from Nico since leaving, and to be honest didn’t expect to ever hear from him again. So to be confronted by this email, and for it to be written with all the typical smarm and slyness that left me with such a bitter taste in my mouth… well it just stinks .
But if Nico thinks I’m going to give him the dignity of a response, he needs to think again. He’ll get no reply from me.
And not only that, but now that Nico has revealed his hand, it gives me the perfect opportunity to formulate a response and work out exactly what I need to do to secure the future of the Las Malvinas project and kick Nico out of my life for one final time.
I lean back in my chair and take a deep breath.
But it soon becomes clear that I’ve been joined by a boy cut from a totally different cloth to Nico.
‘Daddy?’ Taylor says, looking adorable in his briefs as he leans against the door frame and rubs his eyes. ‘Do you wake up this early every morning?’
‘Yup, you got me,’ I chuckle. ‘I thought you’d be an early rise too? What with working in the construction business.’
‘ Hehe , I am, but not on my days off!’ Taylor giggles. ‘And even on workdays it normally takes three different alarms to get me up and out of bed.’
‘Interesting,’ I say, beckoning Taylor over toward me. ‘Well if you spend some nights with me, I’ll make sure you’re up nice and early.’
‘How?’ Taylor says, a mischievous grin on his face as he sits on my lap.
‘Oh, you’ll find out,’ I reply, squeezing Taylor around the waist and delighting as he wriggles around on me. ‘Come on, let’s make a morning fruit juice. And then… well, let’s just see where the day takes us.’
With that, the pair of us get up from the chair and walk out of the office and toward the kitchen.
Nico Wilder can wait.
Today is all about me and my boy.