Page 11 of Cleats and Pumps

“Naughty boy,” he said, and I gulped around the word ‘Daddy,’ not quite ready to jump off that kinky cliff yet.

“Fuck me,” I said, all humor gone. “I need to feel your cock inside me.”

He nodded, quickly tearing open the condom and slipping it on. He lined himself up, and I saw genuine affection when he looked at me. Need and desire yes, of course, but also, he clearly liked me, wanted me.

“Push in,” I said, more begging than a command. He complied, and I don’t know if it was because I was so fucking infatuated with the guy or something magical was happening, but my body surrendered to him completely. He didn’t even have to pull back. My ass drew him in, wanting him, desperately needing him inside me.

“Aah, fuck, fuck, your ass is so tight and hot!” he exclaimed when he was balls-deep inside me.

“Fuck me, fuck me hard,” I demanded. Anton’s eyes darkened, and a smile crossed his lips, giving me a tiny glimpse of what was to come before he did exactly as I’d asked.

He pulled back and pounded into me hard. “Fuck,” I screamed, not even trying to be quiet. “Fuck yeah! Pound me, Daddy, pound me!”

I didn’t even realize I’d said it, not until I saw the grin on his face as he drove his cock into me even harder than before.

“Yeah, fuck, Anton, yes!”

I wasn’t normally so verbal, but damn, that cock felt so good. I could tell his orgasm was growing, and it was truly a miracle I hadn’t come myself. He moved, clearly knowing what he was doing, and before he came, he fucked so hard into my prostate that I arched back as my orgasm whipped through me.

I felt myself clench, which must’ve been the last straw for Anton, although, to be honest, I was so lost in my own orgasm I didn’t see the effect it had on him.

When he finally collapsed on top of me, I almost embarrassed myself by telling this virtual stranger that I loved him.

In my defense, though, I had never been handled so well and so thoroughly in my life. No man had ever made me feel so much so quickly and on the first fuck at that.

We drifted into a sleepy afterglow and lay like that, our cum cooling between us until Anton rolled off, getting a groan out of me. “Aah, I miss you already,” I said, making him snicker.

“Come on, let’s see if we can get a little more juice out of ourselves while I show you my shower.”

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I was already getting hard again, thinking of Anton taking my ass up against his tiles.

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Chapter 8

“Howareyoufeeling?”Anton asked as we lay on his bed, me snuggled deeply in his arms.

“Like I’ve died and gone to heaven,” I answered truthfully.

Anton snickered. “You’re an easy one to please.”

I leaned up. “There isn’t anything further from the truth. I never actually let a man fuck me, much less twice in one night. I didn’t even think that was possible without it hurting. No, you’re special. That’s what made this work.”

He smiled and kissed my head before pulling me close again.

We spent the weekend making love, and eating out, then coming back to his condo to make out and fuck again.

By the time Monday rolled around and Jim and Rodrick showed back up, we were both the very image of restored.

If Rodrick or Jim noticed we’d taken things to the next level, neither mentioned it. Besides the occasional look or brief brush of hands, we kept our newly-minted relationship between us.

Finally, at the end of week three, Jim declared we were as done as we could be until we had the performers on stage.“Live tweaks will be required, of course,” he assured me, knowing I was the newbie, “but it’s good. Anton, I think you’ve got something to be proud of here. Your godfather should be pleased.”

‘Godfather?” I asked. “As in, ‘I know it was you, Fredo, you broke my heart?’”

All three men chuckled. “Not exactly, although he’d have loved the reference. Enzo Rossi is my actual godfather and the man who raised me. He took me in when I was orphaned.”

I nodded. I’d read something about him losing his parents early in life, but Google didn’t provide the details.

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