Page 26 of Snuggle Bug

I decide that I’m going to suck his dick while everyone else watches the screen. Most newcomers to the Club don't know this, but many Littles and their Daddies engage in this same type of activity in the back of the crowd on these nights. It’s part of their kink, something that they feel safe doing only in the presence of the other members. It’s Club policy not to stare at other members who are engaging in a little blowjob action while the film plays, because the last thing we want is for someone to feel uncomfortable.

Sure enough, there are a few other Daddies with their boy’s cocks in their mouths tonight. The Littles focus on the movie, so accustomed to the pleasure their Daddies enjoy bestowing upon them that they’re unfazed. It’s part of the Little life when you’ve been in the scene long enough.

Of course, not every Little and Daddy couple partakes. Some snuggle with one another and sidestep all thoughts about sex. Some couples don't enjoy mixing age play and sexual activity, and we don't judge them at all. The only thing we require is that they don't judge those members who do. Everyone is unique in their own way, and the Hug Club recognizes this. There’s no single way to engage in age play just like there’s no one way to build a tower out of blocks. Human sexuality is as varied as millions of snowflakes.

Calloway scrunches his eyes shut. His long, deep lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the length growing and shrinking depending on what’s happening on screen. My boy’s never been pleasured while watching a movie before. I’m sure he wants this, because he told me so, and also his dick is harder than a rock. However, some part of me prays that when I finish pleasing him, he doesn’t change his mind.

Not that I expect him to.

When a man is a virgin and doesn’t have much experience with sex before, their fantasies don't necessarily conform to reality. They can feel shame like Calloway felt after I beat him off for the first time. He was so embarrassed that he came quickly almost without me touching him. My hand was on his cock for less than ten seconds. That’s a fact. He spurted all over, then burst into tears with worry that it happened too fast. Good Daddies recognize the signs of a first-timer’s trepidation, and they’re always ready to comfort their boy to let them know that they’re perfect the way they are. Boys can also come down from their high of horniness and want nothing more than some time alone to process everything. As an experienced Daddy, I know that the best recipe for success is to take your boy into your arms after sucking his cock for the first time and burying him in a blanket of love.

My hand moves up and down on Calloway’s bits. "Tell me if you want to keep watching the movie or look while I do it, Calloway. It's your choice."

"I want to close my eyes, Daddy. If that's all right."

I smile, so proud of him for using his words. "Thank you for telling me."

Calloway’s eyes are still scrunched shut as I rub on him. He murmurs a low moan, his dick straining, his body quivering. His grip on my hand tightens, and he swoons in place, his head lolling as his breathing grows tenser.

Unbuttoning his onesie, I tug out his cock. The pink head stretches upward, waving hello to my curious eyes. A bead of pre-cum sits on his slit, a tiny smear on the side.

I take a moment to study his erect dick. I’ve never given myself the pleasure of looking at it for this long uninterrupted before. It’s cut, and proportioned exactly the way I like. A thin blue vein pulses up his milky skin, which stands in contrast to the big veins that charge up my shaft. The ridge of his pink head isn’t too abrupt, and he doesn’t have a huge mushroom head like some cut men do. Everything about it is compact like the rest of his body. I look at the way the shiny bead of pre-cum reflects the light of the movie, and I fight a flare of need within me when I realize that I can watch Shrek upside down in this tiny liquid drop.

I rub my thumb on his crown, and he tenses beside me. He nods his head, murmuring something under his voice as he gently pushes into my palm. Leaning in, I strain my ears to try to make out what he says, but all I can hear is, "Yes, Daddy. Please."

Calloway is totally surrendering to me.

I move in front of him and get on my knees. Pressing my face between his legs, I take his shaft in my mouth.

At last, the moment I’ve craved for nearly a year has arrived. I’ve dreamt about sucking Calloway’s cock since the day we first played together at the Hug Club. Every time I undress him, change him, and bathe him, the temptation to push his dick between my lips is almost too intense. My soul craves his cock every night as I go to bed. As I fall asleep, I dream about Calloway stripping naked in front of me, his slender body and hard cock bouncing as he runs from me, then hides behind a pillow and beckons me to follow him, his cock calling out for my tongue.

I suck Calloway’s length, running my tongue across every ridge, mapping out every bit of skin, tracing the thin blue vein that thrums its way up to the pink crown, before moving my tongue to his slit, flitting it back and forth, caressing his opening, then lapping up the pre-cum that leaks out.

Calloway’s balls rise in his sack, and I tug them out of his onesie, then roll them around in my palm. I fondle his left, then his right. Each rises under my touch, throbbing as they fill with cum. His sack is so smooth, so perfect. I try to wrap my head around how perfect he is. I’m glad I shaved him hairless in the tub last night. I did it under the guise of helping him stay hygienic, but secretly, it’s because I wanted to feel his nuts. Now, I know he wouldn’t have minded.

I bob on Calloway’s shaft. Each descent causes more pre-cum to leak out of Calloway’s slit, the salty taste filling my cheeks. My tongue swirls around the underbelly of his crown, running across that pink ridge, then dancing around the tip. Calloway winces as if I’m tickling him with my tongue, but then he threads his fingers through my hair, pushes into my mouth, and moans.

Calloway works his dick into my mouth faster. "Oh, Daddy. I can’t control myself. Something’s happening like when you jerked me in the cuddle room. I’m trying to be good and hold back, Daddy. My cock can’t take it. It feels too good down there."

He cries out as his fingers latch onto my hair.

His cock thickens between my lips.

Cum spurts out of his slit as his body shakes. He sinks his fingers into my hair, tugging my strands, squeezing for support.

I suck up everything. Every droplet, every strand. Savoring the taste of Calloway’s cum changes something inside of me. The elements that comprise my desire strengthen, burn with need. All I want is Calloway for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And for my midnight snack.

No man I’ve ever been with compares to him. He’s exactly like I imagined back when I never thought he’d grant me permission to suck him. Ten times better than my wildest dreams. His cock throbs uncontrollably, pulsating in a way that tells me my fantasies have come to life. I’m so glad that the real thing didn’t disappoint compared to the imagined version. Who am I kidding? Calloway could never let me down. Everything about him, from his quivering shaft to his smooth balls, to those perfect lips that taste like I’m pressing my mouth against that of life itself, calls out to the Daddy in me. Calloway is a perfect boy who’s been waiting for his Daddy to make a move—a move he’s wanted very much.

Pulling his pink head from my lips, I swirl my tongue around his ridge, mopping up every stray droplet. More cum squirts out, landing on my lower lip, and I swipe my tongue across it to make sure I savor it. Rainbows. Berries. Candy apples. Not even the sweetest things in this life compare to Calloway’s cum.

I smack his pulsating cock against my lips, needing to capture the sensation of kissing his length. Even more cum bubbles out of his tip, dripping down the sides, seeping out without him trying to. As I lick it up, I realize that Calloway is letting out all the cum he’s stored up over the past year waiting for me to take control. He’s needed me to lead him, guide him, point him toward the path I knew in my heart was best for him.

"Fuck, Calloway. You’re perfect. No boy I’ve ever been with in the past has compared to you. Not one, my sweet boy."

Calloway throws his arms around my neck. He buries his nose in my sternum. He takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down, but it doesn’t work.

I massage his thighs and tummy, working my hand around his sensitive skin, calming him down. Oh, my precious boy is having a little panic moment after his first blowjob, which isn’t a surprise in the least.

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