Page 12 of Self Expression

But none of those early experiments prepared me for the complete desire and admiration I felt from Lincoln. He practically begged to nurse and was willing to do just about anything for the pleasure of drinking from me. That worked for me because I fucking loved the way he looked nuzzled to my chest with his eyes closed and his tongue and throat working to get nourishment from my body.

After he passed out at my nipple, I continued to just stare at him until I finally fell asleep too. It had been a long week—and an even longer few days—so I expected to sleep in the next day.

What I didn’t expect was to wake up with a tongue on my balls and something cool rolling down the length of my cock.

The AC had kicked on, coaxing a shiver from me as my mind caught up with the tongue and hand that were caressing my cock.

Lincoln was between my legs with my morning wood in one palm while he balanced a bottle of lube and an unopened condom on my right thigh. He was so focused on getting my dick wet that he didn’t notice my eyes were open.

Nothing was sexier than watching his tongue lave the thick vein of my shaft and then the sensitive seam behind my sack. He moved with the hunger of a man who’d spent the night obsessing about this moment.

“Fuck, baby.” My voice was still raspy from sleep. “You weren’t even gonna wake me up?”

He froze and then grinned up at me with a smirk. “I figured you’d wake up eventually.” He rested his chin above my pubic bone as his tongue poked out to lick my skin. “But since my dick was awake, I wanted to finish the dream I was having…but for real.”

I reached down and pulled him up my body for a proper kiss.

My boy went pliant, melting into me as his jaw dropped open to accept my wandering tongue and sucking it with a full-body whimper that made my chest tighten.

I kissed him until he was squirming on top of me, and then he pulled away. “Will you fuck me, Daddy?”

Holy shit, that sounded dirty and hot. And fucking amazing. “If that’s what you need.”

“It is.” He pulled back just far enough to grab my thumb between his teeth. He released my skin and reached for the condom. “Since you were asleep, I was gonna use this.”

“Good boy. That was smart.” When he frowned I kissed his shoulder and tore open the package. “I get tested regularly to donate my milk, and I’m clean, but you shouldn’t ever assume someone is without proof. We’ll get tested together so we can get rid of these things.” I shifted his weight so I could roll the condom down my length.

“Let’s do it soon.” Lincoln planted his feet on the mattress and squatted above my cock, ready to drop down onto me.

“Wait.” I slipped my finger over his opening, and it easily slid inside. “Oh, you prepped yourself?”

“Mm.” He shook his ass, working his way back to my cock. “Of course I did. You were asleep.” He shrugged and then pushed down just far enough that my glans was tightly inside him. “I had a really good dream before I had to pee.” He chuckled. “You were…mean. But nice mean.”

Fuck, this boy was killing me.

I flipped him onto his back and pinned his wrists above his head.

Lincoln gasped and pretended to fight me as he writhed beneath me. “Daddy!”

“Tell Daddy about this dream, sweetheart. What did I do that wasnice mean?” I bent down to his ear and breathed into it, letting my stubble rasp against his jaw.

“You, um, wouldn’t let me come when I was drinking from you, even though I really needed to.” Lincoln was turned away, as if embarrassed to admit such a thing. “And then you fucked me while I was drinking, and I couldn’t stop it from happening.”

“I see.” I nipped at his earlobe then kissed his jaw. “You’d have to be pretty flexible to make that work.”

“Can we try it, Daddy? Please?”

I let go of his wrists and then slicked up my cock with more lube before sliding into my boy’s tight channel.

Lincoln spread his knees as wide as they would go to give me better access as the tip of his own dick began leaking onto his abs. “You’re so thick, Daddy.”

I wasn’t super long, but I was above average in girth, so I moved slowly as he continued to stretch around me. “You’ve got this baby. Your body was made to take mine.” I said it with complete confidence that it was true. And when I finally bottomed out inside my boy, I knew it was.

He looked up at me full of trust and want as he slowly exhaled. “I’m good, Daddy. So good.”

After waiting a moment for his muscles to relax, I pressed forward, moving slow enough that he could stop me if he were in pain. Of course, Lincoln wasn’t interested in slow. He arched into the pressure and rocked with me, seeking out the sting of friction I was trying to lessen.

“Fuck, you feel good, boy.” I leaned down to kiss the side of his throat.

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