My cupped hand filled with Peter’s cum, I had a little trouble moving around until I was kneeling on the bed, but as I got into position, Peter again threw his legs in the air like a little whore, ready to be fucked. With both hands, he reached down and spread himself open even further. I couldn’t help but stare as I smeared his cum on my cock. I hadn’t cum yet and was primed for it. With my cock coated with his large load, I positioned myself to penetrate him. We looked into each other’s eyes as I brushed the tip of my cock against his asshole. It flexed and he closed his eyes as he got ready for the ecstasy to follow. I asked him if he was ready and he smiled. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He said.
Without needing anymore coaxing, I pushed my dick against his ass, as it began to open and surround me. I was firm, but slow, letting him guide me as to how much to insert until he was ready for more. I didn’t want it to hurt, in fact I wanted the opposite, he needed to enjoy it, to want it and ask me for it again.
As I felt the heat of him swallow me, I stopped, savoring the moment. It was like fucking a velvet glove. He knew how to make it feel the best, gently squeezing me as I held in place, tighter than any pussy.
Together, we worked my entire 8 inches into his young ass and both of us sighed at the same time. Holding in place, I leaned forward so we could lay together. He accepted me with open arms, as I came to rest on top of him. I felt his warm hands on my back, pulling me against him in a loving embrace. The entire situation felt so right. I looked him in the eye as we leaned in closer together, ultimately to kiss. His tongue was equally as hot and wet, darting into my mouth and swirling around my own tongue as I began to slowly pump my cock into him. I had been with other men before, but this was suddenly the hottest sex I have ever had. Quickening my pace, it became too hard to kiss while Peter panted from the deep soul-fucking he was getting. His eyes were closed, lost in bliss as I began to pound him harder, pulling me into a deep embrace, his hands pulling me tighter to him.
“Fuck me like a whore,” he whispered, his lips right by my ear.
I raised myself up on my elbows to look him in the face. Meeting his gaze, he smiled. “Doggy style,” he explained.
Letting him up, I had to pull out and suddenly felt a longing to get right back inside. As he got on his knees and then leaned forward so his hands were on the bed, I saw that he was still open about an inch. He was taking cock like a pro.
On my knees, I got up behind him, my cock still dripping with his cum. This time, the lust overtook me and I had to shove it in, balls deep on the first try.
He arched his back and sucked in a quick breath, before I saw him move one hand to his crotch. A little jealous, I imagined what it would look like from underneath as he was masturbating while getting fucked in the ass.
I went back to pumping my cock into him, long steady strokes. He was vigorously jerking himself off as he smiled back at me, his ragged breathing interrupted by the occasional “Yes!”
It was so breathtakingly hot that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Do you want me to cum inside you?” I leaned over to whisper in his ear.
“Mmmm, yes! Yes please!” he replied.
Once my goal switched from trying not to cum, to getting the green light to explode in his ass, my thrusting became stronger, the pounding into him harder. He would feel this tomorrow.
“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I exclaimed and drove my cock as deep as it would go. Peter thrust back against me as the first stirring of orgasm had my balls seizing up. The first spray shot out harder than I have ever felt before. Followed by several others. With my sex-addled brain still in fuck-mode, I pulled Peter up by the shoulders so his back was against my naked chest. He leaned into me, surprised but focused more on the attention his ass was getting. I reached around and grabbed his hard dick, stroking him quickly.
“I want you to cum, now!” I growled in his ear, then nibbled on the lobe.
“I’m close, daddy! I’m so close!” He panted. On the down-stroke, I could feel the wetness his cock was leaking. I quickened my pace. Before my cock was done twitching and spurting inside of him, I had him cumming across his own bed. His head rested back on my shoulder, eyes shut, mouth breathing hard. His whole body spasmed as the his last shot dribbled out of his cock. He fell forward, coming off my dick and lay sprawled on his bed, in his own cum. After his breathing came back toward normal, he raised his head and looked back at me with a sleepy, satisfied smile.
“Damn, that was good!” He purred. He tried to push himself up into a sitting position, but once he realized he had set his hand into a large pool of cum, he teased me back into semi-hardness by licking it all off his palm.
“You ever tasted your own?” He asked.
I told him that I had. He sat there on his knees barely able to keep his eyes open. I stood and gathered up my clothes.
“Bed time, son of mine,” I told him. I tussled his hair in a fatherly gesture and held out the covers for him to scoot under. He didn’t seem to mind sleeping in his own cum, either.
Naked, with my clothes under my arm, I headed for my own room. Once I was in bed, I was instantly asleep.