Page 13 of Letters Book Two
“That’s it, boy. Take Daddy’s cock deeper.” I was pushing half of it in and removing it before moving back in. I stretched him out slowly and drizzled more lube on my cock as it came out. I needed him well lubricated and receptive to more cock.
“Are you all the way in?” he asked, turning his head to me. “It feels good, Daddy.”
“I’m only half in,” I admitted, slowing my pace.
“I want all of it.” He pushed back and took two more inches. Seeing my dick nearly buried in his small ass was all I could handle. He moved back and forth, slowly taking a bit more each time. “It’s huge, but I love it. Come on, Daddy, fuck me harder.” He was slamming back hard on my cock, and he still couldn’t get it all in. Some invisible barrier prevented all of it from fitting.
I moved my hand from his cock and grabbed both of his hips and slowly guided my dick in and out. His hole was stretched and handling me with ease. He had his head back and was bucking his hips. “Fuuucckkk! This feels so fucking good, Daddy. Harder. Fuck it harder!”
Lucas had a nasty tone to his voice. He had lost all of his timidness and was letting loose with the expletives. “You sure you’re ok, Lucas?”
“I am fucking positive. I am more than ok! I love your cock in me. Jesus! It’s so good, Daddy. So good...” He fell forward and threw his arms above his head, stretched them out and grabbed the edge of the bed. His hips were rolling as I moved in and out of him. He was moaning and growling at the same time.
Lucas was full of surprises. And, I shouldn’t have been amazed, yet again, that he enjoyed sex. Really enjoyed sex. He had taken to oral like a goddamned savant. It would appear that he had other tricks that his sweet virginal body desired. Fuck! He was incredible and he instinctively knew what I desired. “Your ass is hot, baby. Daddy needs to shoot his load. Jerk your dick and give me a heads up when you’re close.”
“Don’t take it easy on me either. I wanna feel you deep, Mr. Jackson!” He had perfect timing. The whole ‘Mr. Jackson’ thing worked like a fucking charm every time. I could feel my balls getting ready to release the pleasure treasure. Lucas was bucking his hips and making barely decipherable sounds. “I’m close. Jerk that dick, boy. Get ready for Daddy’s load.”
“Fuck it into me, Daddy. Come on, fuck your boy.” He panted hard while he jerked his cock. His head was coming back as he pushed his ass up and onto my angry cock. I grabbed his hair and yanked him back as my cock slammed into him over and over. He had every single inch going in and out now. I didn’t hear any protest. Actually, just the opposite. He was begging for my load.
“Uunngh... I’m close, Daddy. Holy fuck! You’re hitting a spot inside. Fuuucckkk! What the fuck is that?” He was slamming against me as I feverishly got ready to unload. “It’s... It’s... hitting something and it’s... sooooo fucking good! OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he yelled through gritted teeth. I felt his asshole clamp down around my cock as he shot his load and tensed up.
“Yeah, baby. Take your man’s cock. That’s it, boy. Daddy is gonna shoot.” I buried my cock as deep as I could and released my load, falling on top of him and we collapsed on the bed.
Both of us were breathing hard and he turned his face to the side and puckered his lips for a kiss. I smashed my mouth on him and we kissed as gasps of air escaped from our mouths.
“You made me wait this long for that? That was amazing. I think I’ve found my new favorite activity,” he said, laughing and still trembling beneath me.
“I’m glad you liked that. You are a wonderful lover, Lucas. Perfect for Daddy.”
“That’s because I love you, Daddy.”
My heart expanded. It wasn’t from all the heavy breathing either. It was love setting up shop.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Perry
Even though I had an unspoken rule about lawn mower noise before noon, I heard one outside my window. Peter, the head gardener, must have forgotten my irritation at rules being ignored. I was about to reach for the housephone when I had a recollection of how Jack would have handled the situation.
“Perry, please be calm and gather your thoughts before blowing a gasket. We have a wonderful family of devoted staff members. Treat them as such and if you fuck this up, then I’m pissed. What choice makes your life easier?” he’d said.
I smiled at the memory and the way Jack had kept me from getting in my own way. Climbing out of bed, I walked to the large picture window and lifted one, wide, wooden blind up so I could peek through at the offender. The sun was shining, with not a cloud in the sky. A perfect fall day. Another smile appeared on my face as I watched a shirtless blond riding one of the estate’s large lawn mowers. He was actually quite proficient at the task. It should come as no surprise to me that he would be. Chad had an affinity for labor-intensive tasks.
I opened the door to the hallway and found a tray with a carafe of hot coffee, two pieces of dry toast and a Wall Street Journal. Picking it up, I turned and headed for the double French doors and the patio off of my second-story bedroom. It was only nine in the morning, but the weather felt like it was in the low seventies. Septembers in the Hamptons could be beautiful in the fall and today was proof of that. Setting the tray on the glass top table, I walked over to the railing and leaned over with my elbows on it as I watched Chad merrily zipping across the expansive backyard. The ocean was a couple of hundred yards in the distance, the waves easing to shore as gulls glided overhead. We were in for a glorious day.
Chad brought his head up from the careful attention he was paying to following his cut-grass trail and spotted me. He turned the mower off.
“Hey, sleepyhead. How’d you sleep?” he hollered, pulling a bottle of water out of his cargo shorts and taking a deep swig.
“Great. And why are you doing the job I employ others to do?” I asked, suddenly realizing I was standing there in just a pair of boxers.
“Don’t be a snob, Perry. Wouldn’t hurt you to grab one and help out.”
“Where did you... who did you... how do you know how to drive that?” I asked, grinning on the outside, but a little pissed on the inside.
“Don’t go running off to find Peter to bitch about it, mister. I forced him. I told him you wanted me to earn my keep, so don’t fuck this up for me. I love this work.”
I could play along with this punk. “Fine. The Benz needs detailed too.”
“That’s done, Mr. Jackson. I’ve been up since six.” He fired the mower back to life and waved me off. I shook my head and sat down to my favorite paper.
