Page 37 of Stabby Little

There's no way in hell he's twenty-one. There's just no way. If he'd said eighteen, I'd believe him.

"Like hell you are," I growl as I grip his arm. "What's your real age?"

He presses his lips to my ear. "Eighteen, Daddy." His hot breath warms my skin. "Is there something wrong with that?

Before I can answer, he crawls on my lap and drapes his legs over mine. "It's been a long time since I've been with a sexy Daddy like you." Canting his hips up, he drags his mouth across my neck. "Look, Daddy. You're getting me horny."

Taking my hand in his, he brings it between his legs. A tidal wave of lust so fierce and strong slams into me when I feather my hands down his hard cock, feeling it throb beneath me. My dick pulses at the same time, lodging against his ass cheeks shrouded in his black panties.

I stare into his eyes. Whoisthis? Have I really never played with him before? Something about him seems so familiar, like someone I used to know.

Is this a boy Linda encouraged me to suck?

Someone who was a total twink?

Why don't I remember him?

If I played with him, I'd definitely recall.

The boy lifts his kitty tail. "Do you like kitties, Daddy?" He drapes it around my neck. "You can be honest with me. Tonight's my first time being a kitty."

The sensation of his tail around my neck and his hard dick pressed against my full stomach lights me up inside. I grab his chin, forcing his head up. I stare into his bright blue eyes, pushing through the porcelain white mask, seeking to discover who this vixen—this kitty angel—truly is.

"Do I know you?" I tuck a strand of blond hair over his left ear.

"That's for me to know and you to find out." The boy takes my hand and brings it between his legs. "What do you want tonight? Do you want kitty to suck your cock?"

The words come out practiced. There's no denying that. And yet there's an earnestness to them, an innocence that wasn't present in the boy in pink outside. Instead of losing my erection at these practiced maxims, I get even harder.

"What can I call you?" I ask.

His breath hitches. "Secret. Can't tell."

"Show me your dick." I squeeze his cock and balls. "Let Daddy see what you're packing. Good kitties show Daddies their cocks."

"You… want to look at me there, Daddy?"

"Yes. Pull down those pretty black panties and let Daddy see what you’ve got. It's making his stomach hurt because it's poking him so hard."

The boy places his hands on my belly. "Oh… Daddy." A soft giggle escapes him, one that doesn't sound rehearsed. "You have a Dad bod. I like fluffy men. So much better than the skinny creeps I'm used to. Of course I want to show you my dick."

The boy slips his fingers into his panties and peels them back. His cock springs up, bouncing against his tummy.

It's only five inches and uncut. His soft head pokes out of his foreskin, pink and rosy. A tiny bead of pre-cum smears on his belly, reflecting the purple lava lamp light.

"Shhh." He grinds on me and grabs my dress shirt. He snaps off the buttons, then rubs his hands on my chest. A moan escapes his lips as he twirls his fingers through my chest hair, then squeezes my nipples. "So fluffy, Daddy." His cock quivers as he ruts on my lap. "Big belly for kitty to cuddle."

I massage his hard dick. "That's right, kitty. Touch Daddy's body."

He cups my cock over my suit pants, then unzips me and tugs it out. My dick aches in his palm, my crown emitting a trickle of pre-cum that seeps across his hand.

He licks my cock head. "You're cut, Daddy. Different from me."

"That's okay," I growl, threading my fingers through his hair. "Put your mouth on Daddy's dick. That's right, boy. Don't be ashamed. You're a good kitty."

"I have your consent?"

"Fuck yes, boy."

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