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“I—I don’t know. Is it naughty?”
“Hmm. A little, maybe. But there’s good naughty.” I stroked the tip again.
He hissed. “I don’t understand. How can naughty be good?”
I laughed. He was doing so well. My own cock was like iron at this moment.
“I think naughty can be good when there is consent, and two people feel the same feelings for each other and want that sort of private touching to happen.”
His response came on a sigh. “I want that.”
“I do, too.”
“I wanted it since I came here. Is that bad?”
“No. We talked, remember. We want to go slow.”
“I can’t take much slower, Daddy.” He let out a frustrated groan.
“Then it’s time for me to take care of you in this way. You’re very needy and this Daddy wants to help.”
“Yes, please.”
“For boys that are this needy, about to explode, the best way to help is a little sucking. It helps move things along. Then you can relax and explore more freely without so much tension.”
“Sucking?”
“Little licks, first.” I leaned down and licked where my finger had been. The tip of his cock was still wet, smooth and stretched, and pure honey to my tongue. I moved my tongue back and forth against his slit, and on the underside of the head where all boys were sensitive.
Kit gave a little screech.
I pulled back. “How does that feel.”
“Daddy, don’t stop now,” he whined.
“I won’t. I’ve got you, baby boy.”
I moved his cock upright and leaned over him more comfortably, sucking the head between my lips.
Kit’s hands went back to his mouth. He began moaning into them.
I loved sucking men. All sizes and shapes. Even before I had discovered my own kinks, I had done it a lot. I was a top and tops usually demanded the bottom suck them first. I never did. I had to suck my boys hard before I fucked them. It was my repertoire. Not acting. Not pretending. My reality.
I got Kit shiny and wet all over before using all my talents on him. I went down on him to the base and pulled up sucking harder. My other hand cupped his balls. His legs bent up and down. He started to shudder.
I felt the throb deep inside his shaft. His orgasm was imminent as his cock hardened even more for that final suck.
I went down to the middle, then quickly up. The tip erupted, juices flowing freely just as I sucked down again. I swallowed, letting the muscles of my mouth milk him dry.
Kit rocked his body, moaning. That sound made love to my entire being. I loved to make my boys moan.
I never spilled a drop. I was too good for that. When I was done, Kit’s cock lay depleted and pink against his thigh. His sweet balls relaxed against his taint.
I leaned back, adjusting myself. My cock was at angle and yearned to be freed from the confines of my pants and shorts.
I picked up Kit’s PJs. “Jammies on now.”
He was still in afterglow, his face dark and shiny, his lips drawn up into a drunken smile.
