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He gestured for me to turn back. My head back in the onesie, my eyes closed as they rolled in pleasure at his touch on my skin again. He undressed me where I laid, the shirt and t-shirt until I was only in the briefs, and they were slipping away on their own, unable to control what was left of me inside them, mostly balls at that point.

Once again, starting cold with the oil, it turned warm as he massaged. His hands going from my hips all the way up, following the contour of my back. I giggled the moment he came close to my sides and ribs.

“Oh, you’re ticklish,” he said. “What type of ticklish?”

“Not the good type,” I said. “I get really hard.”

“Damn. Well, I’ve done it now.”

I gasped. “Then I guess you’ve got me hard.”

His hand slipped around my waist. He felt it. “You need that massaging as well?”

In one of the coldest places I’ve ever been, I still managed to find myself getting hot and flustered. I turned my head slightly again to make eye contact. “Only if I can massage yours.”

His head dipped to mine and we kissed. His beard tickled my chin. He moved to kiss my forehead. “Good boy.”

I was lucky it didn’t activate my cum button immediately. Just a meek moan, desperate for him to say it again.

14. HARDIN

He was hard and my hands were slick with oil as I rubbed his cock. His sweet moans muted by the way he pressed it against the cloth of his onesie. Moving back, my hands touched and teased his skin as I rubbed the coconut oil into him. His back arched as I moved my hands down the bottom and up to the shoulders.

I leaned across his back, my hardened bulge in my sweatpants pressing against his ass. The oil on his back being sopped up by the hair on my chest. I whispered in close to his ear. “Since we’re alone together, you can make as much noise as you need,” I said before giving his lobe a small nibble. “And you can call me Daddy.”

He bust out into a loud moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

Gyrating my hips down against his ass, teasing my cock pushed inside my sweats. “Good boy.” Being a Daddy was like riding a horse, once you knew how to do it, you could always get back on it. “Can I turn you on your back yet?”

Tommy nodded. Unable to move himself from the pressure of my body on him. I pulled myself away, between his thighs. I stroked them slightly right where the light bruising showed up the most. He cooed softly at my touch.

I turned him as he pulled his briefs up over his cock. It was already too late, I’d seen it poking out and felt it. The action of my hands had left their glossy mark all over it. His face flushed and chest going up and down in rapid motion.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“I didn’t expect any of this,” he said, still attempting to bring the front of his briefs over his cock.

“We don’t have to go any further than this,” I told him. “I only want to go as far as you’re comfortable.”

A wry smile touched his lips. “I didn’t sayno, so keep going, Daddy.”

Intimacy was one of those things that didn’t come easy to me. Showing a side to myself that usually had to stay hidden. But nobody was here, we were in a world of our own, at least a blanket fort.

Kissing Tommy’s chest and licking his nipples, he wrapped his arms around the back of my head, moaning with all my playful bites and the bristle of my beard across his skin. I kept it soft, I knew it was a pleasure for him.

“I wanna go,” he said.

“Go where?”

“On you,” he giggled. “I wanna go on top.”

Switching positions, Tommy’s demeanor changed. He sat on my hips and grabbed my chest, squeezing my pecs through the hair. He straddled, riding my bulge as he cock rubbed against the waistband of his briefs. I kept my hands behind the back of my head, letting him act out whatever he pleased. I was a canvas for his fantasy, and he was a good boy pulsating with pleasure.

“Can I get it out?” he asked.

“While we’re in here, it’s all yours,” I told him.

Tommy wasted no time, only the time it took to maneuver himself off my hips. His face contorting only slightly from the way he’d been stretching his thighs out.

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