Page 13 of Daddy Down Under

“Left hand against the wall.”

I could hardly ask him to cover my mouth again, but how I wanted him to. I braced myself with my left hand, and oh Jesus, he pressed himself against me. His slick cock slid into my crack, and I couldn’t hold back my moan of pleasure. Immediately, he slapped his left hand on my mouth again, and I could’ve wept in gratitude.

Another man came in, and we both froze. Ocean only squeezed my cock with a corkscrew motion, not moving his hand, and his own hard shaft stayed buried between my ass cheeks. The whole thing was dirty, maybe even demeaning, but I fucking loved it.

As soon as the man left, Ocean went to work again, snapping his hips as he used my crack to get himself off, jacking me at the same time. My fingers dug into his thigh, maybe in the vain hope it would speed him up, but Ocean wouldn’t be rushed.

“You feel so fucking good,” he grunted into my ear. “So goddamn hard for me.”

Another pause while two men came in, both making quick work of their business, luckily. By then, my body was trembling with the need to come. If Ocean wasn’t so good at keeping me on that edge, I would’ve already come minutes ago. But he held me back from the brink, stopping before I tumbled over the cliff every time.

I mumbled against his hand, and he loosened his grip. “What was that?”

“Please,” I whispered, no longer ashamed to beg. “Please let me come.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg,” he growled. “I guess you’ve earned your reward by being so good for me.”

And then he finally, fuckingfinally,sped up, making use of the otherwise empty restroom to jack me off hard and fast while chasing his own release at the same time. My body tensed, and I rose on my tippy toes, all my muscles contracting in anticipation. I hovered there, my balls clenching, and then I erupted.

Spurts of cum painted Ocean’s hand, some landing on the wall in the toilet. He held on to me tightly as he grunted, and then his warm seed sprayed my crack and ass cheeks. Fuck, I wish I could see it, watch him mark me like that.

We stood like that, both panting, until we came down from our highs.

“Stand still,” Ocean said and let go of me.

He was a bossy little fucker, wasn’t he? Commanding came so easily to him, just as it was so natural for me to obey. The dangers of that dynamic were not lost on me, but that wasn’t something I wanted to think about right now.

He dug around in his backpack with one hand, and then a cold, moist wipe touched my ass cheeks, and I shivered.

“Sorry, it’s cold,” Ocean mumbled.

He used several wipes to clean me, then nudged me to turn around. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark, as he took me in. “You look better. A little less tense.”

No kidding. I felt like melted butter after that orgasm.

He cleaned my cock thoroughly, then hoisted up my pants and underwear and tucked, zipped, and buckled until I was presentable again. He opened the stall door. “Wait for me outside. I’ll clean up here.”

Still a little dazed, I nodded and left. I washed my hands first—god knew what had been on the wall I’d braced myself against—then stepped outside. A minute or two later, Ocean came out as well.

“I’d say that was an excellent start to our relationship, boyfriend,” he said, then kissed my cheek. “Let’s get our luggage. Can’t wait to see that swanky suite you’re staying in.”

He took my hand without hesitation, and we made our way to the arrivals hall, where a chauffeur was waiting for me, impeccably dressed in a black suit and shiny dress shoes, holding up an iPad with my name. He showed no surprise at me showing up with someone else, and after loading our luggage—three suitcases for me and one well-used backpack for Ocean—we were on our way.

“It’s about half an hour to Melbourne’s CBD—Central Business District. That area offers major shopping, theaters, the best restaurants, and, of course, the famous rooftop bars. Your hotel is right in the middle,” Ocean said.

“Have you ever been to the Queen Victoria?”

Ocean grinned. “Once or twice. You’re not the only rich, gay playboy looking for a good time. Though I haven’t made it to the presidential suite yet.”

“Happy to be of service.” A thought popped into my head. “Where did you meet those guys? I mean, did you ever…?”

Ocean didn’t seem offended by my question at all. “Nah, I’ve never needed the money that badly, though I have no moral issues with it.”

“Me neither. I sometimes hire a sex worker, especially when I travel. It can make things easy and uncomplicated.”

“I can see that. I’ve met most of the guys at the beach club or while teaching a surfing lesson. They like that I’m not only good-looking but also know how to conduct myself in the world of the rich and famous.”

Marcia would’ve raised him with excellent manners and expert knowledge of the appropriate etiquette in all social situations. “So they’ve brought you as their dates.”

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