Page 56 of A Much Younger Man
He bit his lip. “Maybe four and a half. Got to give you room to grow.”
“I’ll grow all right. Just give me a minute. We’re not all twenty.”
I cleaned cum off his stomach and swiped the cloth between his legs. Discreetly, I checked to make sure I hadn’t done any damage to his pert little hole. It was red. He’d definitely feel it tomorrow, not next week, though.”
Casually, he reached over and grabbed my cock. “So, this is nice.”
Despite its recent workout, my dick tried to rise to the occasion. “I’ve always thought so.”
“Well, you would, wouldn’t you?” Good grief. Was he going to be a talker? He shot me an imp’s grin. “How long before I can play with it again?”
“Don’t worry.” I slid in beside him and crawled over so I could spoon his pretty backside. “You’ll be the first to know.”
* * *
Sometime later,something woke me. I opened my eyes to find Beck kneeling at the side of the bed, chin propped on his forearms, watching me.
I startled. “Oh shit. What are you doing?”
“Had to piss.” Beck narrowed his eyes. “You’ve got eyelashes like palm fronds. Anyone ever tell you that?”
I rose to a sitting position. “Only my mother. I tell her envy isn’t a good look on anyone.”
“I was trying to let you sleep because I know you need it at your age. You awake now?”
“Ya think?” What abrat. If he thought this sort of thing would get him rewarded, he…was probably right. “Did you need something?”
“Um. Defineneed.”He smiled with his eyes. That was smizing, right?
I smized back. “Did youwantsomething?”
“Now that you mention it.” He crept onto the bed and straddled my lap. “I have this idea for a great game.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhmm. It’s called ‘guess why I woke you.’” He leaned over and kissed my cheek, my nose, my eyebrows, and finally my lips. “Go ahead. Guess.”
“You want me to practice the guitar?”
He arched against me. “Yes, but not right now.”
“You want to do a little night shopping online?”
“Hm. Not really.” He grinned. “But if there is a late-night package delivery, I hope it’s for me.”
I let him squirm around a few more seconds before taking his cock in my hand. “You amazing, infuriating, beautiful—”
His eyes narrowed. “If you call me a boy—”
“Brat.”
“Oh yeah. Mmnh. I’m a naughty, naughty brat.” He kissed me again. I reached over to get some lube.
Soon we were jerking each other off, trading kisses and moans and sighs. Compared to what we’d done earlier, it felt kind of silly and tame, but there was no denying my orgasm when it finally hit me or his when it painted my chest.
He slumped against me, and I put my arms around him. We lay like that, with his arms around my neck and his head on my shoulder, dripping with cum.
He asked, “Are you happy?”
