Marcus
Eric’s shoulders started to droop, and the boat he was pushing was now meandering around the tub and not zooming like it had been when he’d first climbed in. Another yawn cracked his jaw, and he closed his eyes as the washcloth rubbed over his back in slow circles.
He was clean but the gentle movement of fabric seemed soothing to him, so I kept washing him. The only thing left was to wash his hair and since he was tired, I left that for last. “Okay, Baby, let’s put the toys away and wash your hair.”
Not putting up much of a protest, he started putting them away and then waited, watching me with a sleepy, almost confused expression. Eric had come home not only physically worn out but emotionally exhausted.
We both knew he didn’t love his job, but he did it well, and the new direction the company was taking wasn’t sitting right with him. Being told how to do the job better and how to upsell people was wearing at him, when to him, that wasn’t what the customers needed.
It was time to figure something out so he could quit.
I wasn’t even sure that he’d find a better atmosphere at a smaller company, but it might be worth a shot. What I really wanted was for him to work with me. As much as I teased about being overprotective, I was at least a little concerned that I’d end up making him crazy if we worked together.
He seemed more worried about being too needy, so we might end up okay, but until I could see how everything would work, I was going to worry. “Lean your head back for me.”
Taking the cup off the side of the tub, I filled it with water and started wetting down his hair. Eric sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing and just enjoying the sensation. As I started rubbing the shampoo through his hair, the little sighs turned into moans.
Letting my fingers massage his scalp and down his neck, I could feel the last of his stress fading away, and I knew he was going to be asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. Maybe sooner, if the yawn cracking his jaw was any indication.
“Alright, time to get out before you fall asleep in the tub.”
“It’s warm…feels good…more rubs…” He pushed his head against my hands and cracked one eye open to give me a pleading look. “Please?”
“In bed. I really think you’re going to end up dozing off in the water, Baby.”
He just nodded and closed his eye again. It was easy to see I had seconds before he was going to start dozing off and not much more than that. “We’re going to rinse off the soap and then get you ready for bed.”
Eric’s head jerked in agreement but that was it. My sweet boy was done. It really was time to get him out, no matter how calming he found his bath. “Here we go.”
Running more water over his head, I had him clean in seconds. He pouted a little as I helped him climb out but that was about it. His body certainly knew it was time for bed. As I wiped him down with the towel, his cock thickened, but he didn’t even seem to notice.
Not wanting to give his brain any reason to wake up, I ignored his dick and rubbed him down in long, slow motions. Wrapping the towel around him, I gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Your clothes are on the bed.”
“Yes…okay…jammies…” Then another yawn.
“Let’s go.”
“I’m not that tired,” he grumbled sleepily. It was so cute, I just wanted to squeeze him, but he needed sleep more than anything else.
“Of course not. We’re just going to put your pajamas on and relax.”
“Cartoons.” He blinked up at me as we stopped next to the bed. “Bath, then cartoons…”
“Pajamas first, then we’ll see.”
He didn’t appreciate that answer, but he was too tired to argue. Eric just climbed on the bed and helped as I got him into his shirt. When he laid back on the bed so I could put the rest of his clothes on, he sighed and closed his eyes.
I’d initially laid out a diaper because I thought he was going to be watching TV for a while before bed, but that wasn’t going to work anymore. “Stay right here. I’m going to go grab you some underwear.”
Eric mumbled something about superheroes but didn’t open his eyes. By the time I got back from grabbing his briefs out of the nursery, he was breathing deeply and was seconds from nodding off, if not already asleep.
He was stretched out half-naked but looked more innocent than anything else. Getting him into the briefs was a struggle, and in the end, I gave up on the pants. He wasn’t going to be cold, so I wasn’t going to worry about it.
Managing to move enough to twist around and put his head on the pillow, Eric was asleep before I even covered him up. Soft little sounds escaped, and he snuggled deeper into the bedding. Giving him a kiss, I turned off the lights and headed back out to the living room to do a little more job hunting. If he wanted to quit, I had to get things in gear.
****
A warm, wet mouth pulled me awake before the alarm had even gone off.
Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was the covers bobbing up and down over my cock. Eric’s lips and tongue moved over me while his throat teased the head of my dick. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been at it, but from the sexy turn my dreams had taken and the fact that my orgasm was barreling down on me, it had been a while.
Throwing the covers off his head, I watched as he moved up and down on me, his mouth stretched and his lips wet. He was beautiful. Naughty, sexy, loving…perfect.
“God, Eric.” The words came out rough and low as I thrust up, giving in to the pleasure. I was so close.
He had to have known it too because his head pulled up, licking a long line up the underside of my cock. His smile was wicked and his eyes bright with need. “Good morning, Daddy.”
It sounded positively indecent.
So damned perfect.
Before I could make my brain work enough to respond, his head went back down and any thoughts were lost to the pleasure of his mouth. His legs were tucked up under him, shoving his bottom up so his cartoon briefs waved as he worked to please me.
“My sexy baby.”
Eric’s tongue flicked out to tease at my slit, and he licked around the head of my cock so I was fighting the urge to come. A low groan rolled out of me and I reached out to grab at his head. Pulling him up, I smiled at his naughty pout.
I wasn’t ready to orgasm yet.
“Come here. You’re going to make me come too quick. I haven’t had a chance to kiss you this morning.” Eric gave me a skeptical look—he knew me too well—but he crawled up my body, his own need giving him an unconscious grace. He looked like a fuckin’ porn star…a dirty one in his cartoon briefs and T-shirt.
“Damn.”
“Wh—”
He didn’t even understand how incredible he was. As his mouth reached mine, his legs straddling my hips, I pulled him down roughly and rolled us over. He gave a sexy little squeak, and I felt his cock jerk against mine.
Taking his mouth, I swallowed his moan as I rocked my hard cock against his. I kissed and nibbled, trying to make him as crazy as he’d made me. When I finally pulled up, his lips were swollen and wet, tempting me to kiss him again.
I had other plans, though.
Kissing down his neck, I felt him shiver. “I’ve got to reward my baby for waking me up so sweetly.”
He moaned as I pushed at his shirt to tease at the juncture of his neck and shoulder with my teeth. “I’m going to mark you up.” Licking and nibbling at the sensitive skin, I could feel him start to shake. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows you belong to me. Next time we go up to the club I’m going to have you go shirtless, and they’ll see the little marks all over you.”
He gasped out and his hands came up to grip my biceps in an almost painful hold.
Interesting.
“They’re going to see how red and tender your nipples are because I’ll have had so much fun playing with them. Maybe we’ll even get some nipple clamps to make them pretty. I need to decorate my sexy lover.”
He wasn’t ready to go in front of everyone as my little boy, but my naughty lover…that he’d probably like. It would push his boundaries, but he’d been enough times that I knew he’d feel safe. It would be a good way for him to explore and start getting ready for bigger steps…like showing his little persona to more of our friends.
Sitting up, I quickly pulled his shirt over his head so he was almost naked, his sexy body spread out before me and his hard cock pushing at his briefs. I moved down to his puckered nipples and gave one a tug with my teeth before pulling away to whisper more wicked things to him. “Conner has these tiny shorts that Ben loves. They leave him almost naked, just barely covering his ass. Should we get you something like that? Something minuscule and sexy to show off my sexy lover…to show off that incredible ass and all the marks I’m going to give you…”
Eric couldn’t seem to decide if it was too much or too perfect. He shook his head but need and desire flashed in his eyes, and his fingers held me so tight I knew I was going to have bruises on my arms. We’d talk about it more later, but for now, the fantasy was pushing him right to the edge.
I could feel precum leaking out between us, and his cock twitched as he thrust up against me. “Naughty little thing. You have to wait for me to give you permission to come.”
His body stilled, but I could feel his muscles shaking and I knew how hard he was fighting. “That’s better. You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? Wait until I give you permission to come? Wait until I’m filling you up with my cock?”
He nodded frantically and his hands slapped down against the bed, gripping the sheet as he fought not to move. Taking my time, I went back to giving his nipples my undivided attention. Nibbling and licking, I went back and forth between both until they were red and puffy and I knew he’d feel them all day long.
“Every time you reach for the phone today, you’re going to remember this…remember being spread out while I kissed you and nibbled on your sexy body.” He gave me the most beautiful, desperate sounds of need and pleasure as I started kissing down his lean torso.
I worked my way down to where I knew he desperately wanted me. Swirling my tongue around his belly button and along the seam where his leg and torso met, he was begging and shaking by the time I finally reached his cock.
Pushing down his underwear just enough to free his trapped dick, I settled between his splayed legs. Giving his hard length the same incredible torture he’d woken me up with, I had him begging and grabbing at my hair before he could even think.
As I sucked him down, relaxing my throat so I could take him deep, his fingers scrambled to find something to grab on to. Pulling up slowly, I nipped at the head of his cock, loving the sexy noise he made. “Hands up. Grip the pillow. I can’t have you distracting me from what I’m playing with.”
He groaned, half embarrassed and half in need, but his hands went over his head and he held on to the pillow with a death grip that had his arms straining. My smile had to be wicked as I went back to making him crazy. Using my lips and teeth to make him cry out and shake as more precum leaked down his shaft, I teased and tasted him.
Licking it up, I continued to trace every vein with my tongue before swallowing him down and taking him deep again. When I knew he was getting close, I pulled off his beautiful dick and sat up. Running one finger around the root of his cock, I let it slide down to tease under his balls.
“Are you ready for me? Ready to be filled up?”
“Please…yes…please…” He couldn’t seem to say any more. Simple words and pleas were the only things his brain could process.
As I slowly pulled his briefs down, he lifted his hips and did his best to help, but I wasn’t going to let him rush. He’d gotten us up early enough that I didn’t have to hurry yet, and I was going to have fun taking my time.
When he was finally naked, I reached out and rolled him over, loving the surprised gasp that escaped before he moaned. He knew what was coming. Running my hands up his thighs, feeling the way the muscles shook, I stretched out behind him while he frantically gripped at the bed, trying to find something to hold.
My wandering fingers finally reached his ass, and I gave one cheek a smack that made him arch up, desperate for more. “Push that sexy ass up…that’s right…higher…I want you open and ready for me.”
He made the sexiest mewling sound but raised his ass even higher, spreading his knees apart so nothing was hidden. His body shook, and in the seconds it took for me to lean in and give his tight, needy little hole a lick, I wasn’t sure he was even breathing.
I slid my hands up to cup his ass and my thumbs pulled at his cheeks. He was alternating between being embarrassed and ready to beg. When I traced around the clenched ring, he let out a ragged breath and offered his ass up even higher.
“So beautiful…so ready for me, aren’t you…” I flicked my tongue over his hole and then licked down to tease at his balls. “Needy and desperate to be filled and stretched…”
I didn’t even give him a chance to respond before I went back to his puckered entrance. I kissed and licked and used my tongue to fuck and stretch his body, readying him for my cock. With every flick of my tongue and lips, his sounds grew more desperate until he was a rambling mess, the words spilling out no longer making any sense…just frantic and pleading.
When I knew I couldn’t push him any longer, I sat up and reached for the lube we kept in the bedside drawer. Slicking up my fingers, I slid the first one in without any resistance from his body. When my finger ghosted over his prostate, I thought Eric would come right off the bed.
Lightning seemed to go up his spine, and he arched, shaking and scrambling to fight the need to explode. Pulling almost all the way out, I added a second finger, slowly stretching him but being careful not to tease at his sensitive bundle of nerves. He wouldn’t make it much longer if I kept up that level of teasing.
By the time I added a third, he was begging for more and ready for my cock. I knew I took longer than necessary, but I loved the way he squirmed and writhed under my touch. Finally pulling out, I slicked up my cock and started teasing his stretched and needy entrance.
Easing just the head in, I ran my arms along his legs and ass, then up to his back while I just waited. When he couldn’t wait any longer and moved to thrust back and fuck himself on my cock, I pulled back enough to spank his ass, the sound of the smack and his accompanying moan echoing through the room.
“Are you being naughty? Being demanding and greedy isn’t going to get you an orgasm. Should I leave you like this?” My hand reached under to cup his cock loosely. “Should I leave you hard and ready as a punishment?”
“No! Please…I’m sorry…please…” The beautiful desperation in his voice was addicting.
Before he could completely unravel at the thought of being left hard and aching, I slammed back into him, sinking deep. He screamed out as my cock brushed over his prostate and exploded, cum shooting out onto the bed and my fingers that were still wrapped around him.
Milking his cock, I braced my other hand on his back and fucked him deep and hard, chasing my own orgasm. His hot sheath clenched around me as I nailed his prostate and frantically fucked him. “You were naughty, weren’t you? Coming without my permission.”
My balls tightened up and I could feel the rush of my own orgasm barreling toward me. “You’re going to have to be punished.”
Still playing with his now sensitive cock, I thrust faster and kept teasing him…the pleasure almost too much…almost pain but not quite. When I finally exploded, shooting cum deep inside him, I released his soft dick and he sank down onto the bed, completely spent.
When I finally pulled out and wrapped myself around his body, I could feel the shocks of pleasure that were still firing through him. I knew I should feel bad that he was going to have to go to work and sit for hours, remembering the feel of my cock with every movement, but I wasn’t regretful in the slightest.
He would remember how much he was loved and wanted with every breath.