Page 40 of Lucky Sucker

“On your back? I wonder if I could draw a picture on here and you could guess what I’m drawing?”

Sensory overload, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling on my back or against the inside of my thigh. I let out a slight moan as I continued to graze his cock against my leg, assuming that’s what it was, and I assumed he wasn’t sleeping with a baseball bat between his legs.

He drew with the light touch of his finger, but I couldn’t recall what any of it meant, he was going up and down, around and around, I was doing my best just trying to focus on what he could’ve been creating, when in reality, my mind was far too focused on his erection, and knowing that he must really have liked me if he was hard, and that I’d been a really good boy who deserved all that happy things a hard cock gave out—like wishes when rubbed.

“Can you guess?” he asked, softly, almost a purr in my ear.

“Was it a heart?” I asked after gulping hard.

He pulled me on top of him in his big arms, embracing and hugging me deep against his chest. “That’s right.” He kissed me on the forehead. “You are the warmest person ever.” He kissed me again before nuzzling his nose to mine.

By now, he must’ve felt my cock on his, and if he had, he knew how to keep his cool. I was visibly sweating over the situation. I didn’t know if he was going to say anything or even touch me there. We hadn’t even talked about that stuff. I knew all of this was new to him, being the sweet, caring hand of a Daddy to my little, but also his first relationship with a guy.

“I like the way you feel against me,” he whispered.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“Daddy is strong.” He flexed his muscles, tensing himself under me, his cock twitching into my stomach where more butterflies flapped their wings excitedly.

“I can tell,” I said through a labored breath. “I can feel it.”

Daddy smiled before puckering his thick lips and kissing me. “You can? Well, you can touch it.”

Shuffling back onto the bed, his hard cock was making a tent inside of his boxers now. My eyes were transfixed on it. Daddy took my hand and placed it on his dick, molding my palm around the base of it to take a greater hold. My fingers didn’t meet my palm, it was thick. “It’s very hard.”

“I think this is the hardest it’s ever been,” he said, his head turned as he stared at my face while I was trying not to look down at his dick. It was difficult to maintain eye contact when I had other curiosities. “Can I touch yours?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I let out through another hitched breath.

His soft, warm touch started the exposed part above my belly where the jersey had risen. Slowly, he pushed his fingers down until it was inside my briefs, his fingers drawing a pattern like he knew just how to stimulate my senses. He touched my cock, and I could’ve blown my entire load from that alone. Thankfully, I had a little more self-control.“You’re very excited, aren’t you?” he asked, squeezing around my shaft and I throbbed back at him like some form of communication.

“What do you expect when I woke up beside you?”

He moved my hand from outside of his boxers, slipping it under the waistband and giving me freedom to touch him. My fingers were immediately excited by the small patch of pubic hair I could’ve played in those all day, but mostly because my nerves about touching him properly.

Intensely warm with veins that I could’ve mapped if I closed my eyes long enough. I followed them right to the head, where I discovered something else about him. He was uncircumcised. It was the gift that kept on giving. My stomach clenched hard as I reached the tip of his cock and discovered the small pool of precum sitting inside the barely exposed head.

“You like it?” he asked.

Even in my wildest fan fiction writing sessions I don’t think I could’ve imagined something so special. Usually, I would let my characters greet each other with a hand job as if it was a handshake, and then they’d pursue a romance. This was not that, this was deeper, even if he’d only been surface deep inside me, and that account for his tongue.

“Yes.” I tried not to say too much, I knew at any moment, I might’ve exploded into a siren of moans, and I didn’t want anyone coming into the room like I knew they could or would from past experiences of being alone together.

Slowly, he began stroking my cock, and with his other hand, he pushed my briefs down my thighs. I didn’t possess as much strength as he did to get him out of his boxers, but that didn’t matter because he slipped them off and I saw the full view of it, standing to attention with my hand around the base, I could’ve probably used two hands at a push.

“I know it’s not usual,” he said. “I hope it doesn’t put you off.”

“No, I do like them uncut.”

He pulled me in by the chin and kissed me.

I matched his jerking motions, and slowly, as we made out and masturbated each other, we were laid on our side, our cock meeting perfectly in the middle. My tip touched his, the wetness from his precum transferring to me. I pulled his foreskin up as it touched my tip, docking my cock.

Daddy moaned right into my mouth. “That feels good,” he said.

“You make me wanna cum so bad.”

“You’ve been a good boy, you can cum whenever you want.”He jerked me faster as soon as permission was granted and I proceeded to cum against his cock, docked over mine, filling up his foreskin like a little balloon.

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