Page 23 of Lost Boy

He trailed one slick finger over Mitch’s crack until he was satisfied that Mitch was getting frustrated. Byron slipped the tip of his finger in and held it there.

“Press back,” he demanded. “Use me to open yourself up.”

Mitch pushed back making Byron’s finger penetrate him.

“You know what to do,” Byron told him.

Slowly Mitch began to ride Byron’s finger. Without warning, Byron added a second but he’d used plenty of lube. Mitch grunted and moved faster.

Watching his fingers enter Byron made him want to stick his dick inside. It was hard to not hurry Mitch along, but he wanted the boy to participate. This was their first mating, but it wouldn’t be their last. It was important, this first time, to show Mitch he could get out of his head. All his had to do was follow Byron’s instructions. Not worry or stress about anything else.

“Faster,” Byron commanded.

Mitch complied. So sexy.

With his free hand, Byron fumbled with his belt and the snaps of his jeans. God bless button-up jeans. He pulled out his shaft but left his jeans low on his hips.

He grabbed one of Mitch’s hands and coated three of his fingers.

“I’m going to remove my fingers.”

Mitch whined.

“You have three seconds to have three fingers in your ass when I pull mine out,” Byron told him.

Mitch nodded.

Byron yanked his fingers out, none too gently, and watched as Mitch hurried to follow his order.

Byron had to grip the base of his cock to keep from coming too soon.

He did some deep breathing and when he felt calmer removed the condom he’d stashed in his back pocket.

“I’m going to fuck you right here on this table,” Byron warned. “Maybe one of the neighbors will see. What do you think? Will you be putting on a show for a neighbor? Paci in your mouth, pull-up around your ankles, Daddy fully dressed, and fucking you.”

Mitch cried out shuddering.

Byron smacked his ass. “If you come before I give you permission, I will lock your pretty little cock up for a week!”

Mitch whimpered behind his paci.

“Keep fucking your ass with your fingers. Get yourself nice and open for me. You better prepare your hole nice and good. Daddy’s got a big cock.”

Mitch was fucking his own ass. Lifting his hips. Rocking. He was going to come soon.

“Stop!”

Mitch didn’t.

Smack! “I said stop!”

Mitch bucked one last time, but he finally stopped moving his fingers. Like a good boy, he left his fingers inside since Byron didn’t tell him to remove them.

Byron ripped open the condom wrapper and covered his cock before bending his knees. He added more lube so he’d be able to slide right inside his boy’s tight hole. He pressed his latex covered cock against Mitch’s cheek.

“Are you ready boy? Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Mitch mumbled around the pacifier.

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