Page 26 of B is for Baby Me (Classes in Kink #1)

Chapter twenty-five

Game Changer

Fletcher

As we lie in bed together at the end of the day, a thought itches at the back of my mind. My sub is so generous with his body... so brave with his submission. He’s shared himself in ways that I’ve never experienced before. What if…

“You’re awfully quiet, Daddy,” JR says as he snuggles against my side. “Everything OK?”

I roll over to face him. “I’ve just been thinking about something, Ben. I’d like to give you a gift.”

“Another one?” He raises his eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Going no-condom was a pretty big gift… and you’ve given me your big gift a few times already.”

“Yes, and about that… Well, the truth is...” I hesitate. Good lord, since when did I become such a coward?

JR sits up in bed, the smile slipping from his face. “What’s the matter, Fletcher?”

“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I’ve just been thinking…” I sit up next to him and slide my hand into his. “You deserve to experience how wonderful it is on top, and I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me.”

He stares at me with a stunned expression. “Um...”

“Although I haven’t bottomed many times in my life—and never with anyone who had a cock your size. We’d have to work up to it… slowly and carefully.” Honestly. I sound like a frightened virgin.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Daddy?” my sub asks, squeezing my hand. “I don’t feel like I’m missing anything. I love it when you top me.”

I press a soft kiss to his lips. “I want it. I want you .”

JR stares at me for a moment, his eyes growing misty. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close.

We ease back onto the pillows, exchanging gentle kisses before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Day Four…

“Don’t worry. We’ll begin slowly.” If I’m being truthful, I’m probably more nervous than JR is. We started the morning with breakfast and a shower, and now we’re back in bed—along with a bottle of lube and several toys.

The football player’s eyes grow wide as he gazes at the selection of dildos and plugs. “You’ll tell me what to do, right?”

“Yes, Ben—we’ll start with just your fingers. I probably won’t be ready until tonight, at the earliest.” After handing him the lube, I roll onto my stomach, propping up my hips with a pillow.

“Um... would you let me kiss you here?” JR places a tentative hand on my ass.

I arch my back and spread my legs. “Yes, baby boy. I’d love that.”

As he parts my cheeks, he lets out a soft groan, then places a gentle kiss against my exposed flesh. He settles between my legs, circling my entrance with his tongue, growing bold with his exploration. While he’s busy kissing and licking and moaning quietly, my body surrenders in a way that’s… a little intimidating.

There’s no need to fight it. I’m still in control. “Put a finger in me, Ben.” A moment later, I hear the cap of the lube bottle flip up, and turn my head to watch him squeeze the liquid into a shaking hand. “Are you doing OK, baby?”

JR nods as he circles my hole with a slick finger, his eyes growing even wider. He bites his lip as he carefully pushes the tip of his finger inside me.

I turn back toward the pillow, focusing on the sensation. The stretch is doing amazing things to my nerve endings. I concentrate on the unfamiliar thrill for several minutes before murmuring, “Try two fingers now.”

It takes a few minutes for JR to fit his large fingers into my channel. As he pulses them in and out, he twists his hand, nudging against my prostate.

“Right there, Ben. Do that again.” I groan while he searches for that magical, hidden spot. “Curl your fingers toward my belly button—there! Oh, god.”

He repeats the motion over and over, his breath coming in excited gasps. After several minutes of the exhilarating stretch, his fingers slide easily in and out of me.

“OK, I’m ready for a plug. Try the medium-sized one.” When he pushes a curved silicone plug into my body, it presses against my prostate in a way that’s both arousing and unsettling. “It’s your turn, baby. I need to be inside you. Are you green? Have I been fucking you too much?”

“Never too much,” JR moans. We switch positions—my sub on his back with my lubed fingers sliding in and out of his channel. He spreads his legs, welcoming the invasion. “My body belongs to you, Daddy. Every part. You own me, Fletcher.”

I line up my cock, pushing into him. “Oh, Ben. You own me, too.”

What an extraordinary way to spend an afternoon—cuddling in bed, discussing this and that between anal stretching and catnaps.

“How did you meet your roommate, Ben?” I ask him during one of our midday breaks.

JR yawns and stretches. “Dean Owens paired us together my sophomore year. The dean wanted me to keep an eye out for him. He was pretty young when he started at Spartacus, besides being new to the States.”

“New to the U.S.?” I prompt him to continue while I run my fingers through his silky hair. “Where’s he from?”

“India.” He gives me a strange look. “He’s terrified of you, y’know. Maybe you could ease up on the kid? He’s got major anxiety issues.”

I frown at my sub. “What do you mean, your roommate is afraid of me? Have I met him?”

JR rolls his eyes. “Well, yeah—of course, you’ve met Josh. He’s your TA, isn’t he?”

I lean up on an elbow, peering down at him in shock. “Are you saying Josh Malik is your roommate?”

“Duh, Professor.” He shakes his head, a disbelieving look on his face.

“ Your Josh is my Josh?“ How can that even be possible? I’ve been Bennett’s dom for the better part of a semester. Why am I only learning about this now?

JR laughs like I’m pulling his leg. “We can share custody of him, I guess.”

“You’re saying our Josh is Genius Josh ,“ I ask one more time for confirmation. “Are you certain we’re talking about the same person?”

The football player snorts. “Josh Malik is Genius Josh , alright. That little guy is smart AF. Did you know he’s completing a double major this semester—in just three years?”

My not-the-brightest-crayon-in-the-box TA? “You’re kidding? In what fields?”

“Astrophysics and Aerospace Engineering,” JR says, giving another yawn and stretch. “You know, Daddy. Rocket science.”

My wide-eyed, stuttering assistant is studying to be an actual rocket scientist? He’s been brilliant all this time, right under my nose?

Good lord. It looks like I may be the one who’s not the brightest crayon in the box.

By the time evening rolls around, my sub is a needy wreck. Who am I kidding? I’m not much better. We’ve spent most of the day working up to this very moment. After getting the large plug to fit inside me, we’d played with the extra-large size until it could finally fit all the way in—leaving it there for a while to give me a good stretch. Though it’s been out of my body for an hour or so, the phantom pressure and pulsing have me on edge. Or it could just be a case of nerves... JR’s cock is a monster.

“Are you really sure you want to try this?” JR asks, his eyebrows scrunched together. “I’m happy under you.”

I kiss the worried frown marring his forehead. “Don’t worry, baby—you’ll still be under me. Lie down.”

He takes a deep breath, then lets it out as he reclines his huge body on my bed.

What a masterpiece. I will never fail to be amazed by the beauty of his form, the exquisite shape and definition of each and every muscle. The way his massive cock rises high into the air, trembling underneath my awe-filled gaze.

I crawl on top of the football player’s body, peering down at him from above. “Remember, I’m in charge. I’ll take as much of you as I can.”

JR swallows thickly and nods. “I’m yours, Fletcher. Take what you want.”

“You are the sweetest boy,” I whisper, guiding his cock toward my slick entrance. “Be still, baby.”

I push myself onto his enormous length until the wide mushroom head squeezes inside me. We pause, gasping against each other’s necks, while my body adjusts to his size. Slowly, I begin pulsing, rocking backward as I bear down.

“Oh, Daddy.” JR’s face contorts in blissful agony.

I knew he would love it. When I sit up, more of his rigid flesh slides into me, nudging against my prostate. Gasping, I rock my hips, urging my body to take more. Little by little, his thick cock slips inside me until it brushes past my gland with every move I make. The fullness is unbelievable, the pressure unrelenting.

I push myself backward, needing more of the intense sensation. “Baby boy, I love having you inside me. Do you love it, too?”

“Fletcher, I love y—I love it so much.“ He lies rigid beneath me, his muscles taut as he struggles for control. “Please keep going, Daddy.”

“I will, I promise,” I say as I bounce up and down. “Thrust a little for me.”

JR gives a tentative thrust of his hips, and we both let out a loud moan. As he pulses beneath me, his thick length creates a breathtaking friction, sliding endlessly back and forth across my prostate. The pleasure I feel is almost more than I can bear.

Our movements speed up, becoming more urgent. I wrap a hand around my cock, stroking myself, overcome by my body’s sudden demand.

“Come on me, Fletcher,” he begs, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Please, Daddy—let me see.”

“Don’t stop, Ben. Keep moving. I love it... I love—! “ A blinding orgasm rips through me. My core muscles clench around JR’s steel-hard cock as my release shoots onto his muscular torso. I shout through the spectacular climax, lost in a universe where only pleasure exists.

JR groans beneath me as his tight hold snaps. He drives into me frantically, holding my hips in a death-grip. Moments later, he gives a sharp thrust and a painful cry of ecstasy.

Sinking my fingers into his hair, I kiss him through his orgasm while my head still reels from my own. When he finally stops shaking, I press my cheek against his, our breath coming in ragged gasps. “Ben, my lo—my baby. I love... this. I love...”

He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly to his chest. “Me, too, Daddy. Oh god, Fletcher… Me, too.”

Day Five…

We spend the morning in quiet connection, sharing a peaceful oneness. A new element exists between us, almost a shyness. Our touches are softer, our kisses more tender. My eyes are drawn constantly toward JR, whose cheeks blush a bright pink every now and then.

“I’ll miss you, Daddy,” he whispers as we cuddle on the couch. “I can’t believe the winter break is almost over.”

“I’ll miss you, too, Ben,” I tell him as I run my fingers through his hair. “But you’ll be back in just a few days, and I’ll see you in class.”

“I know. It just won’t be the same back on campus.” JR gives me a lopsided smile. “Thanks for letting me stay with you.”

“I’ve loved having you here, baby boy.” I place a soft kiss on his lips.

Too soon, it’s time for me to drive him to the airport. We hold hands all the way there, neither of us speaking. The closer we get to the terminal, the tighter our hands clasp.

I approach the curbside parking with a sense of foreboding. “I’ll watch the game on TV,” I say as the car idles. “You’ll be amazing.”

“I hope so,” JR says, his forehead scrunched. “If I don’t join the NFL, it’ll be my last game.”

If? Is he getting cold feet about joining my master’s program? “I won’t be angry if you’ve had a change of heart. Do you want to join the NFL?”

He blinks in surprise. “Of course not—I’m gonna study with you. You, um... you still want me, right?”

I squeeze his hand tightly. “Ben, you know that I want you. God, I lo—I want you so much.”

JR searches my eyes. “Kiss me... for luck?”

We’re right in front of the busy airport. Anyone could be watching.

“Fuck it,” I growl, grabbing JR’s face and kissing him for all the world to see. When I pull away, I order him, “Be careful during the game. Remember, I own every part of you now.”

“I will, Fletcher.” He swallows thickly. “I lo—I’ll miss you.”

“Me too, Ben,” I say, giving him a hard, final kiss. “Go, baby boy. Be great .”