Page 38 of Snuggle Bug

Calloway brings his face close to my dick. He pulls my foreskin back, studying the way my pink head expands in his palm, eager and ready. Thick veins pulse in my shaft, keeping it hard and stable.

Calloway lifts my shaft, then peers at the underbelly. He traces one vein with the tip of his index finger, almost drawing on my cock with the sharp part of his fingernail that he was biting earlier, before poking the tip.

"Wow, Daddy. It’s beautiful."

"Does it look the same as the first time you played with it?"

Calloway blushes, then gulps. "I’ve pulled it out so many times in the middle of the night that I don't remember the first."

Calloway leans in, then wraps his lips around my cock. The gesture takes me so off guard that my back jolts, and I nearly tense up, until I remember that this is what I’ve been waiting for all year. I puff out a breath, trying to stay in the present, but it’s hard to focus.

Eleven months have passed where I’ve dreamt about Calloway doing this every single day.

And this isn’t even his first time sucking my dick, even though it’s the first time I’m conscious while he’s doing it.

Lastly, I think about his own cock between his legs. It throbs in his khakis, quivering in tandem with his own beating heart.

With a groan, I rifle my fingers through Calloway’s hair, messing up those perfect floppy folds. My other hand moves between his legs, unzipping his khakis, tugging his dick out, and pinching it with my index finger and thumb.

Calloway moans around my shaft, and his body grinds into my hand, his cock trembling.

He fucks my hand while he sucks my dick. I look at his pink cock shaking in between my fingers, diminutive strands of pre-cum shooting out of the tip. They’re so sticky, so crystal clear, that my vision blurs as I stroke him.

Calloway comes in my palm. He cries out, his body bucking as his hips move of their own accord.

"That’s all right, sweet Calloway. Don't even worry about it. You came early, but that’s only because you’re so horny."

Calloway bobs on my cock even harder, sucking as much as he can, the tip poking his tonsils in the back of his throat. He grips the base with his two hands, rifling his fingers up and down, his tongue swirling around my crown, jerking and sucking at the same time.

I gaze in awe at his perfect lips wrapped around my trunk, trying to figure out where he learned this move from. Porn? It must’ve been porn. Then, I remember that he freely speaks about sex with Waxley, and wonder if Waxley taught him.

I groan, still milking his squirting shaft, my eyes closing. I give myself over to his stimulation, assuming that I’d be the one to guide Calloway tonight, but he’s taking control.

That’s when I realize that I can’t let my boy do everything.

No, he likes pleasing me, but Daddy is always in charge.

Releasing my grip on his dick, I get on my knees. I cup the back of his head, sternly staring down at him, then fuck his throat.

"Take it, boy. Yeah, suck Daddy’s dick just like that. Open those lips wider. Daddy’s waited a long time for this, and he’ll be damned to hell if he doesn’t give you his dick the way you want. Your mouth is my plaything tonight, my fucktoy. Spent months and months jerking off in your bathwater waiting for this goddamn moment. Pushing my hand between my legs and coming in two seconds flat while scrubbing you. Now, you’re going to take my cum. Straight down your throat like the good boy you are. You want to be good for Daddy, I know you do. Don't deny it. The sticker on your t-shirt tells me everything I need to know."

Calloway cries out with need, surrendering complete control to me. His head moves with my palm, only he’s not bobbing, I’m forcing my cock down his throat.

In, out. In, out. I push into Calloway’s mouth harder, bottoming out halfway.

I stare down at my long, thick, rock-hard nine-inch erection stuck halfway between his lips. Spit trickles out of the slits of his mouth, telling me that it won’t fit any more.

I grip his jaw with my firm fingers. "Go on, boy. Keep sucking. See if you can’t fit another inch of my big cock down your throat."

Something budges, and my dick slides down another inch. Real tears burst out of his eyes, and they light up his cheeks, sparkling in the moonlight.

I fuck Calloway’s throat with intensity, grunting as I roll my hips forward, giving him what he needs. Yeah, this is a horny boy all right, except he’s so much more than that. This is my boy. My partner. The precious prince I’ve been in love with for nearly a year, the one I’ve held out on doing anything with because I thought he was too innocent. Tonight, I discover that he’s not innocent at all. He knows what he’s doing, and he wants me.

Calloway sobs around my cock. He grabs Constable Charlie, then fucks him uncontrollably as he sucks me.

I smirk. "Can’t control yourself, eh?"

"No, Daddy!" Calloway screams. "Poor Constable Charlie! Oh no, I didn’t mean to do this! But I need something to put my dick in and he’s right here! I’m so sorry, Constable Charlie!"

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