Page 42 of Daddy Marc's Gem

Foster watched him in wonder as he prepared the ginger for insertion, carefully peeling away the brown skin and making sure the finger was shaped well and not too thin. Base or not, if the piece snapped off, they’d still have to face the emergency room.

“Okay, sweetheart. It’s ready.” Foster sucked in a deep breath, and Marc rubbed his back again. “Still green?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Before I put this inside you, there are a couple of things to know. I can’t use lube because it will dull the ginger juice. But the juice itself is slick, and I’ll open you up with some spit. Another thing is that this will build in intensity, like a wave before the juice dissipates. Your natural inclination will be to clench.” Marc chuckled. “Clenching will only make it worse. Do your best to let go, to allow the sensations to overtake you instead of fighting them.”

Foster’s lips parted as he nodded, a blend of nervousness and anticipation in his eyes. “I’ll try.”

“That’s all I ask.” Marc set the peeled ginger root on one of the hand towels and stroked Foster's back soothingly. “I'm going to open you up first.”

Marc positioned himself between Foster’s legs, admiring the gentle curves of his boy’s ass. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to each cheek before spreading them wide. Foster's breathhitched as Marc circled his tongue around Foster’s hole, teasing the sensitive flesh.

He tasted his boy slowly, methodically, using his tongue to relax the tight ring of muscle. Foster’s body responded, melting beneath his ministrations, soft moans escaping his lips. When Marc finally pushed his tongue inside Foster’s ass, he gasped and arched his back.

Marc worked his tongue deeper, relishing Foster's small gasps and sighs. He took his time, making sure Foster was thoroughly relaxed before pulling back to admire his work. His pink pucker glistened with saliva, twitching slightly as if seeking more attention.

“I’m putting in the ginger now.”

Marc’s voice deepened, his cock pressing against the zipper of his jeans. He picked up the peeled ginger, its pungent scent sharp in the air. He positioned the smooth, tapered end against Foster’s entrance, circling it slowly to spread the juice.

“Deep breath in.” Marc prodded Foster’s rim with the blunt end of the root. “And exhale slowly.”

As Foster released his breath, Marc eased the ginger inside him with gentle pressure. Foster tensed momentarily before forcing himself to relax, taking the root until the wider base rested against his entrance. At first, there seemed to be no reaction beyond the usual discomfort of insertion, and Marc watched Foster's face carefully for signs of distress.

“How does it feel?” Marc rested his hand on the small of Foster’s back.

“Um…just like something inside me,” Foster replied, his voice steady. “Nothing too—” His words cut off abruptly as his eyes widened. “Oh... oh wow. Tingling.”

Marc smiled, watching the realization dawn across Foster’s features. The ginger’s oils were beginning to take effect, creatinga warm sensation that would soon transform into something much more intense.

“There it is.” Marc smiled, fascinated by the host of emotions playing across his boy’s features. “Remember what I said about clenching.”

“S-sure. Clenching.” Foster’s breathing picked up in pace. “It’s... it’s getting warmer.”

“That’s only the beginning, baby.” Marc caressed Foster's flank as the boy squirmed against the pillow. “The sensation will build over the next few minutes. I’m standing up, but I’m right next to you.”

Foster appeared so lost in sensation that he wasn’t sure he’d even heard him. He kept a careful eye on Foster while quickly divesting himself of his clothes. He’d left the option of fucking his boy on the table by getting the condom out but hadn’t been sure since he was a bit tired after the long day. But the more that Foster reacted to the ginger, the harder his cock got.

Foster's breathing quickened, his fingers clutching at the sheets. “So much… it’s so much…” His voice hitched as another wave of sensation clearly washed through him. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across his back, and his thighs trembled. The flush that had started in his cheeks now spread down his neck and across his shoulders.

“You're doing so well, baby.” Marc tore open the condom and rolled it onto his dick. “Remember to breathe, let the intensity wash over you.”

He slathered on a generous amount of lube, which would help quell the heat in Foster’s passage. Marc climbed onto the bed, moving between Foster’s legs. Someday, he’d love to tie him down, so he’d have to take it, but that was a discussion for another day. Bondage was a soft limit for now.

Foster pressed his forehead to the pillow and let out a low guttural sound. “Oh god…I can’t decide if I want it to stop or if I want more.”

Marc grasped his lubed dick. “You’re such a good boy, trying something new for Daddy. But it’s time for me to replace the ginger with my cock. The lube will help, I promise.”

Foster nodded shakily, his breath coming in short pants. Marc grasped the base of the root and slowly pulled out the ginger, eliciting a whimper from Foster. The root glistened, its spicy scent mingling with the musk of arousal that filled the room.

After setting the ginger on the paper bag, he slid his cock into Foster’s snug hole, groaning from the familiar tight sheath encasing his hard length. He leaned forward, the move driving his cock deeper into his boy. Foster let out a breathy moan as Marc seated himself fully in his ass.

“Let yourself feel it all.”

Marc began to move, slowly at first, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in with deliberate control. Each thrust pushed a soft sound of pleasure from Foster. He established a rhythm, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of Foster’s slick channel.

“That’s it, baby. Take Daddy’s thick cock like a good little boy.”

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