Page 32 of A Little Christmas! Johnny
I also take full advantage of his absence to try and massage my sore muscles from the overuse that I just put them through. I thought being able to squat one eighty at the gym would be enough. Most athletes at his height are about that weight, so I figured he would weigh less than that. And I’ve given him a piggyback ride up the stairs with no problem. Apparently, I need to do better.
“Ready Daddy!”
The shout is muffled by the door, but the excitement in Johnny’s voice rings clear. Whatever my boy has planned for me, I’m sure I will love it, just like I love him. However, I am wholly unprepared for the explosion of Christmas cheer that has replaced our bedroom. Lights, tinsel, garland – there isn’t an inch of space that isn’t decked out for the holiday. I laugh because what the fuck else can I do at this point? It looks wonderfully ridiculous.
“Oh, Johnny,” I sigh hungrily when I finally look at the bed. Colorful lights are woven through the metal headboard, casting just enough light on the bed to show me that my boy has taken one of my favorite holiday BDSM photos and tried to recreate it. Tried is the operative word because string lights will never successfully bind someone’s wrists, but it does make a pretty visual.
“Do you like your present?”
Nodding my head, I drink up the sight of my boy’s naked body on the bed. Closing the distance, I remove the robe and myshirt. I should match him. Before I can take off my jeans, Johnny sits up on the bed and places his hands over mine.
“Let me?”
I move my hands away from my waist and start fiddling with the short curls on my baby’s chest. I love the fact that he didn’t shave or wax away all of his body hair like some other guys in my past have done.I don’t need my boy to look boyish. It’s the person and the trust between us that matters. There’s nothing wrong with having body hair or facial hair as long as it’s groomed. Hell, I wish I could grow hair on my chest like him, but all I can manage is a short happy trail below my navel.
“That tickles, Daddy,” Johnny giggles. I don’t stop. I just lean over and use my other hand to tip his chin up for a kiss. I don’t miss the fact that he is trying to hide something under his leg while I’m contemplating what good deeds I did in a past life for the universe to grant me someone as precious as him. My hand moves from his chest to his side and I tickle him for real this time.
He’s not prepared for it and curls up in a ball, rolling back and forth to escape the dreaded tickle monster. By the time I finish torturing him, we’re both smiling like the Cheshire cat. But my mission was successful in grabbing up what he was trying to hide – a condom. It looks off to me, but it’s not until I move it next to the string lights to read the packaging that I understand why: peppermint flavor.
Johnny and I had the conversation a few days ago about protection, and we decided to both get tested after the holidays when things slow down for us both. Although I told him I’m not worried about using condoms for oral, I now know why he was insistent.
Holding it up for him to see that I’m on to him, I raise an eyebrow. Just like I expected, Johnny squirms and tries to snatch the condom from my grasp. Glancing down, I see thathe’s fully ready to take part in whatever plans he has made for us tonight, and my own equipment is completely on board as well. Johnny sits back on his heels, knees spread open in an almost perfect submission pose if it weren’t for the pout and slouching. I sit on the edge of the bed and reach over to glide my fingers along his length, making him shiver. While his eyes are focused up at the ceiling, I tear open the condom wrapper with my teeth. The sound is apparently enough to bring my baby back to reality.
“Daddy, No!”
I snatch my hand back from his dick and stand. What did I do wrong? Johnny grabs the open condom from my hand while I’m frozen in shock.
“I want my candy cane for dessert, Daddy,” he whispers and works my jeans open enough to pull out my straining dick. It’s not until the condom is on and I’m engulfed in the wet heat of my boy’s mouth that my brain registers exactly what has happened.
My boy loves his candy canes.
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JOHNNY
Okay, so the peppermint flavored condoms are totally not the same as sucking on a candy cane. Daddy doesn’t seem to mind though. And I would rather have my favorite flavor with a hint of latex underneath than only that nasty plastic taste. Oh. Oh. Oh. I can pretend that I left the wrapper on a candy cane and that’s why the plastic taste is so strong. I’ve done that before when I wanted to make a candy cane last longer.
My hands are holding Daddy’s bum in a tight grip while I lick and slurp and try to swallow my new favorite candy cane. I should have worked on my gag reflex more, but I never had anyone that I actually wanted to swallow down before. Daddy is special like that. He encourages me with a hand gently brushing through my crazy hair, but I don’t want gentle. I want Daddy to take me and use me... to own me.
“Easy, Baby Boy. There’s no rush,” he tells me when I try to pick up the pace. I want him to be happy with my present. Is he just being nice to me, merely letting me play? I can’t tell whether the tears in my eyes are from sucking his candy cane or from the thought that he doesn’t want me like I want him. I drop to the floor to kneel in front of Dexter and force his dick down mythroat. It hurts, but God, I want him to want me like I want him. I want him to lose his fucking mind needing me. I need to feel him in every molecule of my body and soul.
“Woah. Stop, Johnny,” he orders and I fall back to my heels and bury my face in my hands. What do I do, now? Dexter is my Daddy – my everything. How do I make him want me? I don’t know how to shut off wanting sexy times when I feel Little.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I whimper and start to crawl away toward the bathroom. “I’ll go take care of this in the bathroom and then we can cuddle, right? I didn’t mean to be naughty.”
Dexter steps in front of me and lifts me up from under my arms. We’re about the same size, so it’s hard to avoid looking at him, but I try damnedest. After about five seconds of me looking everywhere but at him, Dexter grabs my chin roughly and forces eye contact. I knew it. He is mad.
“I don’t know what is going on in that head of yours right now, John Joseph Gander, but you will look at me when I’m speaking,” he orders and the anxiety starts to settle. His expression softens, but he doesn’t let me go before asking. “Now, I didn’t want you to stop because you were doing anything wrong. I wanted you to stop because I wanted us to move on to something we would both enjoy before yourcandy canedisappears for a while. I might have a decent refractory period, but it’s not instantaneous and I want inside of your adorable ass before I come.”
My arms shoot up to wipe away the tears and snot from my face, and Daddy chuckles at me. I probably look like absolute shit, but I heard what I heard. Daddy wants to fuck me. Even though I’m not exactly Big right now, he wants to put his candy cane up my bum hole. He gives me a peck on the lips before releasing my chin, but I throw myself forward to give him a proper kiss. Somehow, he manages to walk us back to the bed while still devouring my mouth.
I need to breathe, but oxygen is overrated. Kissing my Daddy is much more important right now. Lucky for me, he gives me a break and starts kissing down my neck to my shoulders and I gasp like a man emerging from the ocean. I’m about to pull him back up when he shoves me backwards. For half a second, I’m terrified that I’m falling to my death like Hans Gruber off the building in Nakatomi Plaza. Then, my back hits the soft flannel sheets I put on the bed earlier today and I’m back to giggling. It’s been a roller coaster of emotions for me, but I have my answer now. Daddy does want me. And I will be the perfect boy for him.
Before he can change his mind, I flip over to my stomach and raise my bum up for him. I made sure to take out the plug already while he was in the hallway. He doesn’t need to know that I found a giant jingle bell butt plug and was having fun bouncing around earlier to feel the little vibrations in my bottom. All that bouncing got my body ready to sing for my Daddy tonight. Going caroling might have a new meaning for me now.
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