Page 84 of Just A Little Joy

Travis

“Daddy, thank you for today,” Casey said, sprawled on top of me. We were stretched out on the couch after getting home from the bar that evening.

The fundraiser had been in the afternoon, so instead of sticking around to do more work, we’d closed out the truck kitchen and come home. With extra people on shift, the evening kitchen crew could handle the regular menu without Casey there.

Proud didn’t begin to cover how I felt about the work he’d put into it. He’d created a menu for the kitchen, and now he was doing the same for the food truck that would live out in the courtyard.

“Me? I didn’t do anything,” I said.

“You gave me a chance to prove myself.”

“Bub, the only person you needed to prove yourself to was you. The rest of us already knew.” I leaned down and nuzzled thesensitive skin behind his ear, then added, “Everyone can see how much work you put into this. I’m so proud of you.”

Casey smashed his mouth into mine and slipped his tongue inside. I loved taking care of him, but I wasn’t about to argue when he took the reins. He wasn’t shy or coy. He wanted, and he took. Sign me the fuck up.

Casey shifted his legs to straddle my lap and pushed himself upright. The T-shirt he’d swiped from my drawer hung loose on his frame. I slipped my hands under the hem and spread my fingers over his solid body. I loved that there was a layer of softness over his muscles. When he’d found out I loved furry chests, he’d stopped waxing. Turns out, he’d hated it but had some dumb idea that littles couldn’t have a beautiful, snuggly, warm, hairy chest. It was hard to keep my hands off him, and I never bothered to try.

“Casey, how the hell did I get so damn lucky?”

“Living right? Eating your vegetables?”

“I can think of something else I’d like to eat…” My voice trailed off as my hands slid down his chest and torso to the elastic edge of his pajama bottoms. His cock already tented the fabric. My fingers teased over the bulge.

“Daddy, what are you doing?” Casey’s breathy question quickened my pulse. His breathing came in fits and starts, like his lungs couldn’t quite keep up. Mine had gone shallow as anticipation set in.

“Playing with my boy. You’re too much for me to keep my hands off.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

I pulled him down so I could kiss him again, slow and deep, and was rewarded with a soft sound that made me want more. His quiet moans pushed me to keep going. Casey jerked his hips, then tried to pull back.

Absolutely fucking not.

I settled my hands on his hips and held him firmly in place so I could take my time. He answered with a satisfied, smug smile. I loved it. With a firm tug, I pulled him closer and nuzzled the junction of his thighs. His cock, hard through the fleece, was warm and solid.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t wait.”

I pushed his pants down until they were trapped around his thighs, letting me feel him properly. His cock sprang free and brushed my lips. I traced my tongue along the underside, satisfaction settling deep in my chest when he shuddered. I followed the length until I reached the head and slipped it into my mouth.

The salty taste made me want more, and Casey’s soft sounds told me exactly how much he did too. I sucked more firmly on his cock and earned a gasp over a sigh.

“Daddy, please don’t stop.”

I pulled off long enough to say, “No goddamn chance,” before returning to my enthusiastically performed job of making sure my boy felt fucking amazing before the night was over. I moved one hand off his hips and cupped his heavy balls in my hand. Their delicate skin was partially obscured by the wiry black hair that tickled my nose. I pulled my mouth off his cock and slipped one of his balls into my mouth. He angled himself closer until he was sitting on my face. My dick throbbed, but I couldn’t reach myself. Instead, I sat with the perfect pain and let him drive me out of my mind.

Casey’s thrown-back head left the tendons of his neck exposed. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he fought to keep himself under control. Casey’s hips nudged forward carefully and then with more force. I groaned deeply and sucked him with more intensity, sliding his thick dick in and out while my cheeks hollowed around him. Each movement brought us closer to finding the edge we could leap from.

“D-d-daddy, I want you too,” Casey gasped out. “I w-w-want you to come too.”

Casey raised himself from my face and stood long enough to pull his pants off before resettling on my thighs. The noise I made was visceral because I didn’t want to lose my favorite taste. When settled again, he immediately pulled my dick from my joggers and put it on display. His fingers played over the slit of my cockhead before grasping me with a firm stroke.

“Fuck, baby, what are you doing to me?”

“I’m making you feel good, Daddy,” Casey whispered. His fingers tortured me, and the bite of his hand with no lube was sweetly painful. My cock leaked precum and he used the stickiness as a makeshift solution.

“You always make me feel good, Bub.”

Casey increased his speed as he jacked me closer to completion. I missed touching him, so I placed my hand over his and maneuvered our cocks next to each other. The heated skin-on-skin contact was the sweetest torture I’d known. The stickiness mixed and mingled while our hands covered our dicks.