Page 51 of A Little Christmas: Rivi
I inhaled, already in love with his scent. Rivi could not have been a sweeter virgin, and I was the luckiest guy on Earth.
“I’m going to spoil you now.”
“Daddy, yes please.”
As I watched his cock jerk behind the thin cotton, my own cock throbbed in sympathy. He had to be aching. He’d waited too long to lose his cherry. I would make sure it happened well and good and thoroughly… all night long if need be.
I kissed the bulge, running my lips over the dampness there. He was nice and stiff, hard in the way a youthful, healthy boy should be. I mouthed the shaft, then kissed where I knew the tip to be, right at the dampest area.
Needing more, hungering for it, I pulled his pants off, then hooked his underwear with my thumbs and pulled it away from his skin.
Giving a little cry, Rivi bucked up. His cock bobbed free, sticking straight up into my face. A beauty if I ever saw one. And I had seen lots of them. He was rounded and pink at the tip, his shaft a darker almost purple color to match his tightly drawn-up balls.
His scent drove me to new heights. I pressed my cheek against his balls, the velvety softness warm and alive, then licked straight up the back of his shaft and over the shining wet head. My tongue swirled and Rivi sounded like he was choking.
I reminded myself. This was his first time. He wasn’t going to last. I had to make it good.
I engulfed the swollen head between my lips and sucked down his shaft, filling my mouth with utter sweetness.
Hands grabbed my shoulders.
I pressed my tongue beneath the shaft and suckled. Within seconds a warm, rich liquid flooded my mouth. I gulped and sucked as he squirted hard. Once, in a club, I’d seen a guy spurt sixteen times for a long and inspiring orgasm. I lost count with Rivi. How long had his balls been twisted up, waiting for this moment in time?
Too long.
“Daddy,” he called softly. “Daddy.”
I reached for him and took him into my arms.
“I couldn’t warn you,” he whispered. “My voice didn’t work.”
I hugged him to my chest. “I didn’t need any warning.”
“That….” He took a breath. “That was so wonderful.” He lay limp against me.
I couldn’t stop smiling.
After a while, I shifted. “Hey, let’s get you under the covers.”
“You need to take your clothes off,” he mumbled, obeying.
I got up. “I will. Just a minute.”
I went into the bathroom and got some clean towels. I wasn’t done with him yet. When I came back into the room, I saw him watching me. He was on his back, his head on two pillows.
I dimmed the lights to a half setting, placed the towels on the nightstand by his glasses and started to undo my tie and my button up shirt. I’d already hung my suit jacket in the closet.
When my shirt came off, Rivi’s eyes widened. “You’re ripped.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “I have to be. I’m security. Remember?”
His mouth dropped open as I undid my trousers. I decided to not make any big production and slipped my pants and underwear off at the same time. My cock waved in the air, showing my desire for my new boy.
Rivi audibly gulped.
“Okay if I get under the covers with you?”
“Yes, please.”
