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“You better take care of those legs,” I said.

“Your legs?” he asked, both hands tucked into the band of my sweats, ready to yank them.

“No, yours,” I told him. “Maybe I should turn this into a lesson on stretching. I know I could definitely help stretching you out.”

He gulped so loud. He’d done so several time, I was worried he wasn’t staying hydrated. “I’m definitely ready to be stretched,” he said. “But only if you promise to be gentle.”

Removing a hand from behind my hand, I reached out and stroked under his chin. “Gentle is my middle name.”

Tommy paused, cogs turning behind his eyes. “What is your actual name?”

I raised a finger and wagged it. “No,” I said. “Address me as Daddy, or Hardin. If you’re really good, I might tell you later.”

“I can show you how good I am,” he said, and pulled my sweatpants down, my boxer briefs along with them, all the way to my knees. My cock popped up, nearly whacking his chin. It didn’t stop his hyperactive hands grabbing it and directing to straight to his mouth, his tongue out, a string of saliva drooling over the tip my cock, ready for his eager lips.

It had been so long, the sensation of a mouth around my cock was like the first time. I let out a deep moan and forced my hands back behind my head. I didn’t want to do anything, I had given him control as I was on my back, and he took full advantage of it.

Tommy could’ve been the worst at giving head, but I wouldn’t have known that because it felt incredible. The only time I had to stop him was to tell him I didn’t want to cum too quick, and with the way he was bobbing up and down on it, it would happen.

“I don’t want to be too forward,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

“I don’t think there’s such thing right now.”

“Do you have any condoms?”

I smiled. “I do, actually,” I said.

“Aren’t they going to be out of date?” he asked, softly, pushing his hand to his mouth to hide his smile.

For my birthday in August, Sully had bought me a pack of condoms, assuming as a joke gift because he was trying to figure out if I was getting laid, or trying to tell me that I needed to get laid. Either way, the gift was actually useful. “I’m pretty sure these ones are in date.”

He helped me out of my sweatpants, tugging them down my claves and ankles. “I’m going to watch you walk naked.”

Sitting upright, our faces close. We hadn’t even kissed yet. I took the opportunity, a single peck against his lips. He leaned in for another, and I placed a hand behind his head to pull him in close. Our mouths meeting, and our tongues quickly becoming acquainted, back and forth, they rolled against each other trying to take control.

I pulled him back with my grasp on his head. “Good boy,” I whispered in his face. “Now you get to watch me walk off, are you a little voyeur?”

Biting his lip, he nodded. “Just a little bit.”

“Me too.” Maybe it’s why I enjoyed him being in the cabin, it gave me something to watch while I was in the kitchen, looking out of the window, catching the occasional glimpse of him pass by.

Out of the blanket fort, the cooler air h me, and that was saying something since the fire was blasting the room. In the brief time I was out, going to my bedroom. I noticed the clouds growing closer and darker. It was going to be the first snowstorm of the season, and hopefully the only one.

Tommy was laid on his back, his teddy covering his cock now. He’d taken his underwear off himself. I’d been looking forward to it. “I thought you got lost.”

“I had to remember where I put them,” I said, holding the box of condoms, still int eh plastic wrapper. “They weren’t bought for anyone in particular.”

He shrugged. “I’m not going to judge you,” he said. “I just want to feel your lips on me again.”

“Really?” I asked. “because I’ve got plenty of places to put my mouth where I didn’t get a chance to earlier.”

“Show me where.”

I started with a kiss on his lips, and then travelled the path of his chest, nipples, and down to his belly button. He was mostly clean shaven except for a little line of hair at his belly button going down to his cock, which was still obscured by the teddy bear. I didn’t go for his cock immediately. I kissed both thighs, calling them healing kisses to his skin. And all the way up to the sensitive skin where his upper thigh met his crotch. He giggled and attempted to cover it with a hand. I moved his hand to the teddy and he pulled it to his chest in a deep hug.

“I’m sure there are more places I haven’t kissed yet,” I said, looking at his cock now upward. His small balls so tight, and in this position offering me a view to his ass. “I can’t see anywhere I haven’t kissed yet.”

“You know where,” he said in a giggle.

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