Page 32 of Slay the Gay Away, Daddy

I dip my fingers into the waistband of his blue briefs and slowly tug. A tuft of hair peaks over the surface, and seeing my boy is working with a full-on bush makes my own cock throb. I wouldn’t want him shaved clean. I like knowing he’s all man. I press my nose into his pubic hair and inhale deeply, probably looking like a lunatic in the process. I don’t care. They can call me whatever they want, all that matters is getting to smell this new area of Darren I’ve never smelled before. Never seen or touched or tasted before, but just like its scent, I plan to familiarize myself with all those senses. The way his tongue tastes after swallowing my load. How his insides will feel as I drive my cock in and out of him. How he’ll sound when he screams my name. I want to know all of it.

I pull down his underwear, and Darren’s small cock springs out like a jack-in-the-box, sending pre-cum flying, landing on my lower lip. Without thought, I lick my lips clean, upset there wasn’t more to taste. The head of his cock looks wet enough though, so I set my sights on it, leaning in and licking the pre-cum coating his skin.

“Ah, Christ,” I moan, unable to stop myself, because he tastes so damn good. A little salty with just a hint of sweetness and musk. Thin, but a coating texture that lingers after I’ve swallowed. God, it’s just so sensual, taking this part of him into me and staring into his eyes as I take it. No one has ever looked at me the way Darren Matthews does. It’s like I’ve just hung the moon in his honor by simply existing. Like he’s orbiting me, surviving on my love and sunshine.

“It’s so small,” I whisper, licking the head. When I look up at him, he’s scowling.

“Well that’s pretty fucking rude.”

I shake my head, kissing the tip like a precious piece of china I don’t want to break. I kiss up and down the underside, worshiping him the way I worship God.

“It’s the perfect size for you. My little guy and his little—”

“If you finish that sentence,” he warns, his voice firm but peppered with amusement. “The logistics of gay sex will be the last thing you’ll ever worry about.”

A spark of something ignites in me. Mischief, maybe? I’m not sure, but whatever it is, the urge to goad him is strong. I kind of want to crack him with discomfort before putting him back together with my praise. So, that’s what I do. Even though Dare’s got enough length for me to wrap my whole hand around it, I take it between my thumb and index finger and slowly manipulate it, purposefully making it look smaller than it actually is.

“Look at it,” I whisper, feigning awe. “So small. So perfect for me.”

A growl rattles in his throat, but when I look up, he’s got a determined look in his eyes. “It’s big enough to split you open.”

“Probably,” I agree, kissing the head, licking up another bead of pre-cum as it pearls at the tip. “But like you said earlier, I’m going to be the one doing the splitting tonight.” Wanting to give him a show, I wrap my lips around his shaft and suck, my whole body tingling as I taste him. Sensory overload is real, and it’s brutal, because as he thrusts into my mouth, Darren encompasses everything. Anything that isn’t his throbbing erection or his fingers gliding through my hair no longer matters. Just him. Us.

I shell my tongue around the shaft, looking up at him through my lashes. He’s got his eyes squinted so close together, I doubt he can see anything at all.

“I was in the Marines, Dare.”

He’s been biting his bottom lip as I worked his shaft, but the admission has his eyes shooting open. “You were not.”

I nod. “They were looking for a few good men, and so was I.”

“You’ve never tried anything with a guy before. You told me earlier.”

I swallow him until my nose touches his pubes, and when I pull off, I curl my fingers around him, stroking as I stare up at him. “I’ve showered with over one-thousand United States Marines, In all that time, I’ve never seen anyone with a smaller penis than this.” He whimpers, and it isn’t lost on me how easily he goes weak in the knees. I hold him up so he doesn’t fall, but I don’t let go of the grip I’ve got on his cock. “Can you make this little guy come for me, Dare? Can you make it shoot?”

“Miles,” he whimpers. “Miles, it’s so good.”

“I know, baby. Daddy knows what you need.” Even though I don’t want to do it, I stand up and guide him to the bed. “You need me, don’t you? You need me inside you.”

Looking almost feral in the eyes, he lunges up, wrapping his legs around my waist as he buries his face in my neck. “Please? I’ll be so good for you, sir. Just, please? I need you to fuck me.”

I swat his butt again, but not as roughly this time. “Naughty boy.” I lay him on the bed and stare down at the feast before me. God. If I thought Darren looked good with his clothes on, I clearly hadn’t seen the bigger picture, because this picture is perfection. Skin usually covered by clothing is on full display, demanding to be seen. To be idolized. To be praised.

As I lower myself on top of him, our lips lock, and I find myself grinding against his cock, smearing his pre-cum against mine. Lips tangle and teeth crash, and through it all, his hands are everywhere. They’re touching places I don’t remember them ever touching before. Mainly my butt. He seems to have a real infatuation with my backside. That’s okay. I like his too.

Breaking our kiss, I lower myself down until I’m between his knees. Pressing his legs to his chest, I motion for him to hold them up. The action causes his cheeks to spread, and my eyes lock on their prize.

He’s hairless. I don’t know why it surprises me, but it does. Darren’s entire crack is smooth, not a hint of peach fuzz to be found. I kiss down his thighs, taking a brief detour long enough to suck him a few times, practically purring as more pre-cum drips onto my tongue. I work my way lower, kissing his balls, then his taint, until finally arriving at the promised land. His hole is small and pink, and there’s an undeniable urge to run my finger across it, so that’s what I do. I trace a circle with the tip of my finger, loving the sound of Darren’s little whines.

“Miles, please,” he moans. His cock is swollen and it’s taken on an aggressive shade of red. Pre-cum seems to be drizzling out on tap, like his body’s only purpose is to make the stuff. I lean closer and lick his sticky cock clean, then I kiss my way lower, between his cheeks, stopping at his crack. As with my finger earlier, I trace a circle around his rim, then give it a big lick with my flattened tongue, wanting to cover as much space in one go as possible. To my surprise, the taste isn’t unpleasant. It’s natural and raw. Primal, almost.

I lick him endlessly until he’s writhing in a pool of pre-cum and desire. I let a little drool fall onto my finger before pressing it against his hole. “Here it comes, baby.” He bites his lip and nods, his eyes closed, looking more frightened than I’ve ever seen him. I move on him until we’re face to face, our chests touching as I slip my finger inside. “Oh, God. You’re doing so good, Dare. You’re taking my finger so well. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “It’s good. I just need to get used to it.” While we wait for his body to catch up with his erection, I kiss his neck, sucking long and hard enough to leave a mark. I can worry about the bruising tomorrow, rightnow, I want to claim my boy. I want to mark him, making him dirty so everyone knows he’s off limits. Darren Matthews is spoken for. He always has been.

“Mine,” I whisper, kissing his jaw.

“Yeah. Yeah, Miles. Yours.”

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