Page 79 of Lost Boy

The food was already on the table although there was only one plate.

Byron sat in the chair before pulling Mitch down onto his lap.

Mitch wiggled rubbing Byron’s cock against his bottom.

“You can tease all you want but remember you don’t get to come until later. It will be as much torture for you as it is for me.”

“No fun.” Mitch sulked.

Laughing Byron picked up his fork. He scooped up a bit for egg and held it out. Mitch opened his mouth and allowed Byron to feed him.

Breakfast took longer than Mitch could remember ever spending time on a simple meal. By the time they were done though Mitch was so hard that his cock ached.

“Daddy please,” Mitch whined. “I’m so hard.”

Byron dropped his hand to Mitch’s erection. “You are hard. I told you that you weren’t going to be able to come until later.”

Mitch dropped his head back onto Byron’s shoulder. “It’s not my fault. I haven’t ever been fed like that before. It was so sexy.”

“You were good.” Byron gave his shaft a couple of strong strokes. “I guess I can reward you. But that means I’m going to push you later.”

Mitch lifted his hips to get more pressure on his cock. “How?”

“You’ll have to wait and see. Is that a chance you are willing to take? Come now and have to pay for it later?”

Mitch had no problem agreeing. Byron wouldn’t hurt him, upset him, or put him in danger.

“Yes, Daddy! I’ll do anything, please make me come.”

Byron stroked him faster. “How does my boy want to come? I’ll let you decide since you won’t have a choice later.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Mitch said. “I want you to pound my tight hole that way I feel you all day.”

Even before he was finished talking Mitch was being pushed into the table. The chair scraped against the tile as Byron stood up while holding Mitch down.

There was another sound before something thick and wet was dribbled over his crack.

Mitch squealed as he tried to push up.

“Get back down,” Byron ordered.

“That’s sticky,” Mitch complained. Not that he cared when Byron speared two fingers deep inside his hole.

He pushed back trying to force Byron’s fingers even deeper.

“I don’t think you really mind the stickiness of the oil,” Byron teased. He pegged Mitch’s prostate.

Mitch yelled. His entire body lit up and his cock was leaking pre-come over the table.

“I’m ready,” Mitch sobbed. “Please.”

Byron pulled his fingers out. Then his big cock was pressing against his hole.

“How do you want it boy?”

“Hard.”

“You sure?”

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