Page 7 of Just A Little Fling

“Pretty?” I traced my fingers over the top and felt him twitch. “Nah. You’re already gorgeous. This is just the wrapping paper.” My nose replaced my fingers and nuzzled along the juncture of his thigh. His soft whimpers hardened my cock, but I did my best to ignore it. “Fucking beautiful.” I mouthed along his shaft while Sweet Boy’s moans rang in my ears.

In a single movement, I pulled down his jockstrap, and his sweet cock sprung free and bounced against his stomach. It was as pretty as the rest of him. A respectable five inches of cut cock. The shiny tip left a smudge of precum on his tummy, and I stretched to swipe it off with my tongue. Delicious.

“Babbo, please. Suck me. I’m so hard it hurts.”

I smiled against his skin because there was no way I’d turn down such a needy boy. Gone was the bravado and left behind was a desperate boy who needed a Daddy to help him find relief.

Without a word, I swallowed Sweet Boy to the root. His torso jackknifed off the bed at the suddenness, but his guttural groan was a welcome sound. I swallowed around him and savored the leaking precum that trickled down my throat. His muttered words didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter. I had a mouthful of cock, and damned if it didn’t feel good.

After Sweet Boy adjusted to my mouth on him, his hips pumped tiny thrusts to fuck my face. I concentrated on dragging as much pleasure from him as I could. He carded his fingers through my hair and then flexed his fingers. The sting of my pulled hair was nothing compared to the painful hardness of my cock. My goal of being patient and taking my time was rapidly losing to the idea of railing him.

I pulled off his leaking cock with a pop and immediately moved up to blanket his body with mine. Our cocks rubbed and ground against each other while our tongues battled for supremacy. When Sweet Boy ceded control to me, our frantic movements became a slow exploration of each other’s mouths. The mellow bite of his drink from earlier teased my tongue. The only sounds in the room were the steady hum of the A/C and labored breathing. My cock begged for attention, and if I didn’t bury myself in him soon, I faced the distinct and horrifying potential of coming in my pants. The clearest sign yet that I needed to strip, which I did at record speed. I didn’t even bother to fold them.

I grabbed the lube off the bed and drizzled some on my fingers before I did the same to his puckered hole. His gasp fed my desire, and I eased my fingertip inside him. His sweet moan echoed around the room, and I carefully pushed myself farther into him. When he’d become accustomed to one finger, I added a second and scissored them to open him. His moans and muttered curses were all I needed to hear. When I added a third, he ground against my hand and fucked himself.

There was no more waiting. I opened the foil packet lying on the bed, rolled the condom down my shaft, threw one of his legs over my shoulder, slathered the remaining lube on me, and lined up my cock with his hole. “Sweet Boy, you ready?” Rather than answer, he attempted to impale himself on the head of my cock.

“Babbo, hurry up. You’re taking too long, and I need you to fuck me.” Rather than answer, I thrust sharply into him. His gasp was followed by labored panting. I loved a brat but damned if I would be ordered around by one.

“You want more of this dicking?” I asked with steel in my voice.Begin as you intend to go on.

“Oh god, yes.”

“Then behave yourself. Find some manners, or I’ll pull out, jack myself off, and won’t be anywhere near you when it happens.”

“Please don’t do that, Babbo. Please fuck me. I’m sorry. Please, don’t pull out. Fuck me.”

“Much better, brat,” I said, punctuating each word with a hard thrust of my hips.

My boy whimpered while his cock bounced against his soft stomach. The sticky precum was making a mess on this skin. I swiped it up and then fed the sweet boy underneath me. His eyes locked with mine while he sucked my fingers then twirled his tongue around them.

After that, there was no more talking, only whimpers and moans followed by guttural groans. My cock nailed his prostate with each pass, and his keening caused me to fuck him even harder. As the familiar tingle began at the base of my spine, my movements became more erratic and jerky. The boy underneath me begged for every stroke while he jerked himself off. By fate or luck, we reached release at the same time. His cum spurted from his cock and landed across his stomach and chest. Mine flooded the condom instead of splashing inside his tight channel.

It was vaguely unsatisfying, but only because something about this guy made me want to claim all the parts of him. I wanted more.

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Levi

You were gone this morning.

Sweet Boy

Yeah, I had some errands that couldn’t wait. But I had a good time.

Levi

Me too, Sweet Boy. Thanks for leaving your number.

Sweet Boy

Sweet Boy still?

Levi

Since you won’t tell me your name, I gotta keep calling you something. I like Sweet Boy.

Sweet Boy

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