Page 68 of A is for Aftercare

“How do you make one?”

“You’ll see.”

He wriggles against me. “Now I’m torn.”

“Oh?”

“Between staying in the bath with you as long as possible and finding out how to make an ice dildo.”

“We have plenty of time to do everything,” I assure him.

“We’ll have to sleep at some point.”

“At some point,” I agree.

I catch hold of his hips and move his body so our cocks rub together.

“That’s good,” he breathes before pressing his lips to my collarbone. “So, fucking good.”

He straddles me and sits upright, our hard cocks aligned and jutting above the surface of the water. I grasp both our lengths in my hand and stroke us as he moves his hips back and forth, rutting against me. He presses his hands against my chest, fingers playing with my fuzz. He leans forward to kiss me, each of his thrusts getting more desperate as I stroke and squeeze us both. Maybe it’s the heat of the water, or because it’s not that long since I last made Archie come, but he orgasms quickly, and I follow seconds later, our cum mixing in the water.

“We made a mess.” Archie giggles.

I knock the plug out with my toes so the water starts to drain. I help him stand and step out of the bath before wrapping him in a towel. I give him his glasses back and then dry him slowly, rubbing a fluffy white towel over every inch of his skin. I pay particular attention to drying his cock and balls, making him moan.

“I’m not sure I’ve got the energy to come again,” he says.

“Yet.” I flash him a grin. “I’m not done with you yet, Archie.”

“Fire and ice,” he whispers. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

Once I’m dry, we head through to the bedroom and get dressed. I gather up our wet clothes and take them down to wash them.

"Is it time to make the dildo, Sir?" Archie asks in an eager tone once the washing machine is spinning quietly.

“Yes, Archieosaurus.”

He giggles every time I call him that, which is so fucking endearing it almost hurts. At some point, he’ll get used to it, and he won’t have the same reaction anymore. I’m not sure I’m looking forward to that moment.

I get supplies; an unlubricated condom, an old kitchen towel tube, scissors, and tape. I also get some thick cord. Archie watches me intently as I cut the long edge of the tube. I take the string and create a winding pattern on the inside of it, which I secure with tape. It will create ridges on the surface of the dildo, which will provide Archie with a more intense sensory experience.

“How big do you want it?” I ask when I’m done.

His eyes pop wide. “As big as your cock?”

I chuckle. “You might have to show me.” I hold the tube out to him.

“I don’t suppose you want to drop your trousers so I can wrap it around your cock? Just to make sure I get it exactly the right size.”

I'm not averse to that at all. I undo my jeans and push them and my boxer shorts down to my knees. Then I stroke my cock a few times to make it hard. Archie wraps the cardboard around my length. While he tapes the tube shut, I push my cock back into my underwear. It's harder to fasten my jeans while I have an erection.

I tear open the condom and push it into the cardboard. I turn the top half inch of rubber over and stretch it around the rim of the tube, adding some extra tape to make sure it doesn't slip free. Then I pour water into it until the condom expands and fills the makeshift mould.

“Now we put it in the freezer and wait.”

I make room to stand it upright, which means moving stuff around and removing one of the drawers. It will be worth a few minutes of hassle.

“How long?” Archie asks.