Page 18 of Island Daddy

When he urges my forefinger inside his ass, I lower my head down to suck on his twitching cock. It’s nice and salted, after a day’s worth of building up quite the sweat. I bob my head up and down, his dick brushing up into the sides of my mouth with each plunge. All the while, my finger dives deeper to give his prostate a second massage for the day. Almost instantly, a teardrop of precum can be tasted on my tongue.He’s good and fucking ready. I’d better slow down so we can truly savor this moment.

“Fuck me already,” he whines, grabbing the back of my head with both hands. “Oh you feel so good, Daddy Reid,” a short whistle escaping his clenched teeth when I look up to see that youthful face wincing in utter delight.

“No no no,” I shake my head, licking more drips of precum from the tip of his willing cock. “My Banana Boy needs to learn a little patience,” I assert, slapping my palm into his naked abdomen. “Slow and steady wins the race in this ka hale.”

Since I’ve stretched his hole earlier with a nine inch dildo, his aching cavity is far more eager to feel me inside him. I roll over to the bedstand quickly, retrieving a fresh condom from the top drawer. It slides over my dick like a plush tube sock on silky smooth feet. A grunt escapes my throat, as the intensity shooting down my spine can hardly wait to dive deep and hard in this boy.So much more well behaved since his punishment this afternoon, if I may say so myself.

However, to prolong both our pleasures, I smother my face with his plump ass cheeks for some natural lubrication. My tongue slithers the circumference of his hole, hearing the boy moan pleasurably at the smooth sensations. Rimming is one of my favorite activities, and nothing is quite as sexy. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea.

But fuck them. I’m Reid Eddie Fairchild and I march to the beat of my own drum. Interests aside, I’m quite good at it. If I’d ever had to work a day in my life, the special skills on my resume damn well could’ve read—gives great rim jobs and willing to prove it.

“Oh Daddy,” he whinnies. “Ohhh my fucking God that’s impressively delightful, don’t stop,” he cries more, his thighs spasming in excitement.

“You like this don’t you, boy?” I ask, knowing full well his answer is an agreement.

“Mmmmm hmmmm,” he admires my skill. “It feels so good.”

My hands spread his cheeks apart so I can get in there deeper. All the while, his moans intensify into wails. Kragen writhes among the sheets, grunting ferociously. As if I’m the big, bad wolf huffing and puffing, about to blow his fucking shack down.It’s been a while little boy, I just might bring this hut to its demise by the time I’m done with you.

I’ve lubricated every bit I can, icing his hole with my tongue like a birthday cake. I scoot off to the edge of the bed, moaning mildly as my arms yank him by his legs. The boy’s eyes roll to the back of his head, as I position his willing ass on the ledge of my mattress. Kragen whines the minute my dick slides past his entry. Meanwhile, my head pushes back with a certain savagery.

“Oh my God,” I huff. “Uhhhhh you’re quite the trooper indeed,” I whine, prodding deeper and harder. Each plunge into his cave is like the promise of unearthing a diamond with one more inch farther.

“Nnnngggh hmmmmmm,” he moans, gritting his teeth. “Keep going,” he shrieks. “So much harder,” he commands, making me question who the Alpha really is in this scenario.

I slap his ass cheeks with a degree of force. “No no, little boy,” I thunder playfully. “Daddy is the boss here,” I add, pumping his cock with my palm. “You’re still required to use your manners.”

Kragen grimaces. “Yes Daddy,” he gleams pleasurably up into my sweaty forehead. “Please go harder and harder.”

“That’s better, my little Banana Boy,” I grunt, diving deeper and faster at his pleasant behest. “Ohhh yeah baby,” I shriek, feeling the euphoria rushing from my balls straight through to the tip of my cock. “Unnngghhhhhh.”

“Are you gonna cum, Daddy?” He asks, wincing from every bit of pain I’m inflicting on his ass. “Take your condom off and breed me.”

I click my tongue. “Not tonight, my boy,” I shake my head, glowering at his beauty sprawled out over my bedspread. “Safety first,” I add, prodding him even harder as beads of sweat rain from my hairline. “Only when we’re more acquainted, alright?” I offer a wink, feverishly panting before pulling out from his ass.

Kragen wails so loud, I’m sure my Nani downstairs is about to come to the rescue as if I’m on the precipice of danger. My cock throbs unrelentingly, yet it’s a Daddy’s prerogative to let their boys release first. There’s no hard and fast rule about it, I’ve just always followed this code. Their satisfaction is my guarantee. His dick spasms with each graze of my palm, begging me to lean in and suck him to completion.

“Oh fuck oh God, Dadddddy,” he shudders intensely. “I’m all—mosstt—thheee—rrrrreee,” his pain filled cry flounders around the room.

The throbbing endures, meanwhile I continue swirling my tongue around each inch of his girthy gift. A split-second later, Kragen’s legs buckle vehemently as if the dam is about to burst. Sure enough, a moment later, throngs of warm seed shoot straight to the back of my throat.

My Banana Boy pants, all the while pools of sweat pour from his flushed visage. “Mmmmmm ahhhhhhh yeeeeeeeee,” he yips. “Fuuuckk oh fuck fuck fuck.”

Several bursts, one after the other, continue painting my face like fucking Picasso. His sweet release juts every which way, even splattering all over his naked torso. It takes everything in me to keep from crying pleasurably, while I continue pumping my cock. In a moment, my head pushes back in delight at the euphoria.

“Cum, Daddy Reid,” Kragen cheers me on zealously, his leg caressing the side of mine to help get the job done. “I wanna taste that tropical paradise brewing in those swollen balls,” he adds, thirstily licking his lips like Hannibal Lecter at his table full of dinner guests.

In no time, thick ropes of cum propel from my tip. The molten magma lurches over Kragen’s groin, mixing in with the small pools of his own seed.

“Ahhhhh uhhhh huhhhhh,” I huff ravenously. “Jesus Christ, boy,” a gale of wind wisps from my lungs, as I shake the short, sweaty strands of hair from my forehead.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” he grins. “Daddy’s been holding quite the load, hasn’t he?”

My sticky assault persists, staining the bedspread with little drops of my goodness. “Goddamn, Kragen,” I sigh deeply, hovering over his body with my willing tongue sticking out.

I lap up as much of our love cocktail from his salty flesh. All the while trying to avoid swallowing even a drop until I’ve fed my boy first, like a respectful Daddy does. The grin washing his face is every bit charming as it is fucking sexy.

“Don’t make a boy starve, Daddy,” he whimpers playfully. “I might just wither away.”

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