Page 59 of Lost Boy

His hummer hit the edge of the coffee table and spun. He’d been racing it so fast that it tipped over.

Mitch slumped.

His Daddy though didn’t seem to mind. He pulled his hands out of Mitch’s pull-up before pushing Mitch to his feet.

Byron grabbed the sides of his pull-up and ripped.

Cool air rushed over his naked ass and cock but Mitch wasn’t cold. His entire body was on fire.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Byron ordered.

Mitch took two steps forward onto the thick rug before dropping down. He stuck his ass out as he planted his hands down.

Byron covered Mitch’s back with his big body. Byron’s cock already pressed against his hole.

“How do you want it boy?” He circled his hips teasing Mitch’s hole.

He had to remove his pacifier to answer. “However, you want to take me, Daddy,” he responded.

“You remember your safe word?”

Yes! That meant Byron was going to pound him good. “Yes, Daddy.”

Byron grasped Mitch’s hips hard then thrust deep.

Mitch had to fight the reaction to rock forward. He stayed still, tightening his leg muscles, as Byron plowed into him.

Jeez, Byron’s cock was so long and perfect. He brushed over Mitch’s prostate at the very first entrance.

Byron pulled back before slamming in again.

Mitch set his jaw to keep from shouting. He loved having his ass taken roughly. Byron had so much control that he never hurt Mitch more than he could handle.

As Byron continued to pummel his hole Mitch took it all.

Sweat covered his back and slid down his crack.

Byron’s firm hold on his hips never slipped though.

“Daddy’s tight little hole. Gonna pound you so good you won’t be able to walk,” Byron stated.

Mitch nodded. He was his Daddy’s hole. For when his Daddy wanted to fuck him raw.

“After Daddy fills you with my come I’m gonna plug up that tight hole,” Byron said. He panted against Mitch’s ear. “Going to keep my come in you until after dinner. Then I’m going to spread you across the table and fuck you again.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“I’m not going to use any lube either,” Byron warned. He snapped his hips faster, harder. “You’ll only have my come to ease my way inside so you better not release even a drop.”

Mitch dropped his head and groaned. Fuck! He wanted that.

“Then I’m going to fill you up all over again. Fill you up until your leaking my come out of your ass.”

“Daddy,” Mitch whined. He was going to come.

“Then I’m going to make you wear another pull-up until you’ve released all of my come. You’ll sleep with all that come dried up in your pull-up.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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