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Tentatively, I slid my fingers under the waistband of his basketball shorts. When I encountered wiry hair, my fingers reflexively twitched in surprise, but I continued my exploration. In a slow movement, I pulled Daddy’s shorts down until his dick popped free.

This was the closest I’d been to a dick that wasn’t mine.

Ever. Rather than touch him immediately, I elected to observe instead.

Daddy’s cock was beautiful. His cockhead was a dark pink with a minuscule slit in the center.

A clear bead of precum sat on top. His skin was taut and strained, with a prominent vein that ran the length of what looked like a respectable seven girthy inches.

“Can I touch you?” I whispered.

“Anytime you want,” Daddy B answered without a second’s hesitation.

I nodded at his agreement and reached out to trace that intriguing vein. For the first time, I saw a visible reaction. Daddy’s fingers flexed on the cushions but otherwise made no move to interfere with my exploration or hurry me along.

Daddy B’s skin was hot and firm under the pads of my fingers. A few experimental strokes later, Daddy B’s head crashed against the back of the sofa with a groan.

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Nah, baby boy, you’re doing it exactly right.”

We obviously had the same equipment, and I knew what I liked when I jacked myself, but even so, Daddy B’s cock felt like a revelation.

It was both longer and thicker than my own, and more than that, it was suckable.

I’d tasted myself because who hadn’t, but I’d never tasted anyone else, and he was the biggest temptation.

“Daddy B, ’kay if I suck you?”

“Baby boy, anytime you want,” he reminded me.

“Gonna be my pacifier?” I asked with a giggle.

“I’d volunteer for that all day, every day,” Daddy returned with an indulgent smile.

The moment let me sink further into little space.

It was so nice and floaty there because I didn’t have to worry about anything except what was directly in front of me.

My worries about getting a job after college, making sure I didn’t impose too much on my dad’s money, or doing well in my classes all disappeared.

I slipped off Daddy B’s lap and settled on my knees between his legs. With a few tugs, I pulled his shorts off to leave him reclining naked on the couch. Even though I was the one with clothes on, there was no question in my mind who had the upper hand.

With Daddy B’s cut body splayed above me, I was overwhelmed in the best way. His size wasn’t intimidating so much as comforting. His confident vibe allowed me to entrust him with my care. It was so much better, so freeing in ways that went beyond anything I’d imagined.

From my vantage point, his shaft was directly in my face.

Once again, I traced the vein along the underside, but I couldn’t make myself take the next step.

Daddy B recognized my hesitation and dropped a hand to lazily stroke his dick.

“Everything at your pace, but I can’t wait to feel your mouth on me. ” His words spurred me into action.

I became laser-focused on the beautiful display before me.

With all my courage gathered, I leaned forward and offered a tentative lick.

My tongue traced the same vein that had fascinated me earlier.

Daddy B’s groan boosted my confidence enough for me to take another pass and explore the skin along the underside of his cockhead’s rim.

Another shuddered groan filled the silence in the room.

My dick throbbed, but I ignored it to concentrate on his.

“Daddy B, can you talk me through it? I don’t want to mess anything up.”

“Aw, baby boy, you’re already perfect.” Daddy scooted to the end of the couch and guided my mouth to the head of his cock.

“Take the head into your mouth. Use your tongue.” His appreciative sounds emboldened me to continue my exploration.

I swirled my tongue around to capture the precum beads, and it only made me hungry for more. “Suck me down your throat.”

Following his instructions, I made my first tentative movements to suck him into my mouth, but when I tried to take too much, I ended up choking and coughing. Not sexy.

“Baby, don’t try to take too much. This isn’t porn—no deep-throating required.”

With his encouragement, I tried again. I took much less into my mouth, but with more finesse.

“There ya go…perfect…fuuuuuck you look so good on your knees…your mouth is goddamn perfection…gonna make me explode.”

Daddy B’s steady stream of praise kept me pushing forward.

I refused to think about my need to come or how much my dick throbbed.

If I could suck him off, then I’d be as good as anyone he’d been with.

I knew it was dumb. He’d never said anything close to what I was thinking, but I wanted to measure up and prove he hadn’t made a mistake by giving me a chance.

Daddy B’s groans encouraged me to keep going, and I forced myself to concentrate on sliding his shaft between my lips with the mantra of no teeth, no teeth, no teeth .

Over and over, his velvety cock teased my tongue.

My hands found their way to his heavy balls.

I cupped them and then rolled them in my fingers.

Daddy B’s moans rendered me awestruck while pride exploded in my chest for being the one to bring him this much pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck. I’m gonna come,” he ground out. Daddy B tried to pull out of my mouth, but I growled my resistance. “Oh, kitten’s got claws.”

He stopped trying to withdraw and made gentle thrusts into my mouth. I knew he was holding back, but I appreciated that he cared enough not to choke me.

When his thrusts became erratic, he held my head while he drove into my mouth.

It wasn’t exactly rough but more forceful than before.

With a shout and a final surge, he erupted in my mouth.

The salty tang exploded on my tongue. It wasn’t delicious, but it was his, and that made it worth every drop.

I worked hard to swallow, but some still spilled from my mouth and dribbled down my chin.

It felt like I should put it in my diary that I’d given my first blowjob and he’d come in my mouth.

This was the exact reason I needed a gold star sticker chart, and not just for chores.

Because there was no way I’d let anyone describe this as a chore.

No sooner had that thought popped into my head when it was replaced by the urgent, and now painful, recognition that I was in need of an orgasm.

Luckily for me, I had a Daddy who’d already guessed my problem.

“Get up here,” he murmured while he lifted me from under my pits, then tossed me on my back next to him on the couch.

In a single motion, he pulled my pants down and swallowed my cock.

Thankfully, he either didn’t notice or decided not to comment on the prominent wet spot that stained the front.

In two sucks, I spilled into Daddy B’s mouth with insufficient warning for him to pull off.

Since he didn’t spill a drop, maybe that part didn’t matter much to him.

Daddy B looked up at me with hooded eyes.

He let my dick slip out of his mouth and stretched up my body until our faces were inches from each other.

He slowly dropped and fitted his mouth over mine.

My taste on his lips intensified when his tongue slipped inside my mouth.

Nothing could have prepared for how it felt to be sated and horny at the same time, thanks to the sex god who let me give my first blowjob.

Best day ever, and it wasn’t even noon.

“Here’s your pancakes, hon.”

After our incredibly successful tutoring lesson this morning, Daddy and I decided to stop for breakfast before we got my chore chart supplies.

We stopped at The Diner near campus. It was overflowing with families out for their weekend brunch, so we opted to sit in the back, where it was mostly two-seater tables.

Without a word or a request, Daddy B pulled my plate toward him and began preparing my food.

He spread the butter, sliced the pancakes, and after checking with me, poured the syrup before sliding it back over.

He did it all before he even touched his plate.

It felt natural and right, and I wanted more.

“Are you worried about my lack of experience?” Daddy asked me out of the blue.

“Whoa! Where did that come from?”

“It was on my mind.” He shrugged. “So I asked.”

My first instinct was to deny and smooth over my concerns because it felt like the polite thing to do. It wasn’t a secret to either of us that I was really, truly interested in him. Saying nothing would be foolish. I might be scattered and easily distracted, but I was logical.

“Yes and no.”

“Let’s get the yes part out of the way. What are you worried about?”

“I don’t know if I would call them worries so much as concerns.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Worries are active and concerns are generalized.”

“Got it. What are your concerns then?”

“If I tell you I have a list, will you be offended?”

Daddy’s indulgent smile eased my churning stomach. He didn’t seem upset by my question at all. “I gotta be honest, kiddo. I’d be more surprised if you didn’t have a list. Give me your top few, and then we’ll figure out the rest.”

“What if you tell everyone on the team and then they make my life miserable?”

“No matter what happens between us, I will never deliberately do anything to make your life harder.” His firm, resolute tone didn’t leave room for argument.

Truthfully, I didn’t think Daddy B would ever deliberately do something like that because I’d never seen evidence that he was that kind of person.

I knew he was a one-and-done guy with most of his hookups because I saw the variety after the games.

But I’d also seen him interact with them around campus, and they always seemed friendly.

Sometimes the players gossiped in the locker room about who they were hooking up with, and I’d never heard him join in.

Deep down, I knew it wasn’t likely, but the fear was there.

“All right.”

Daddy B had a mouthful of pancakes, so he held up two fingers and gave me an inquiring look instead of speaking.

“My second is what if my little self is too much.”

He gulped down his bite.

“You mean because you color, watch cartoons, and like stuffies? I already knew that. I saw the nappy cover and the pacifier, so I know that too. And you know what?” I shook my head. “I knew all of that before I kissed you.”

“How are you so cool with all this?”

“My parents and I were talking about kinks one night over dinner…”

“I’m sorry, you were what?” I stammered out after choking on my pancake bite.

“Yeah, when I say it like that, it sounds strange. My dad is a psychology professor who specializes in the study of human sexuality. No sex-related topic was off-limits in our house.”

“Are you serious?” I loved my dad more than anything, but I couldn’t begin to imagine talking to him about being a little.

“Yeah, my parents are weirdly open-minded. So we were talking, I said that sounded interesting, and my dad gave me a full rundown on what it meant and how it was more than just sexual for plenty of people.”

“Do they know you’re a Daddy?”

“They know I’m interested in being a Daddy.”

“That’s wild.” I sat back against my chair and tried to imagine how it would go over in my house.

“I’m so used to the oversharing in my family that not talking about it would seem off.”

“My dad loves me, but he’d rather be at work than talk to me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“He does maintenance and works seven days a week. When I was in high school, I’d ask him to go to the beach with me or have a game night, and he’d always decline. He’d say it wasn’t for him, and then he’d go back to work.”

“But he knows you’re gay?”

“Yeah, I told him in high school. He didn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was at the kitchen table, nodded, and went back to paying bills.” Dad was a stoic guy, so a huge reaction would’ve been out of character, but something more than indifference would have lessened the sting. “I’m guessing your parents know you’re bi?”

“Yeah, they know, but per my dad, sexuality is a sliding scale. The closer a person is to the center, the more likely they are to consider all options. I’m fully in the center. It doesn’t matter to me, so I’m pan technically, but bi is easier to explain.”

“I think I’m farther down the gay scale.”

“That’s gonna work out pretty well for me.”

Our conversation shifted to more mundane topics.

We discussed the end of the season and where they might find a win.

It allowed me to observe him in ways that weren’t possible in the locker room.

There, he was bombastic and loud, but here, he was relaxed and infectiously happy.

He smiled at the waitress, and she returned the gesture.

He was confident without being cocky, friendly without being ingratiating.

I was as surprised as anyone that he wanted to kill time with me, but I was gonna take it. And more than that, I was going to find a way to let my little out to play. The end of the semester wasn’t that far away, and I had a limited amount of time to enjoy Daddy B.