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I clung to Luke’s body like he was a tree, and I was a koala, the way I didn’t even know the difference between him and a tree trunk was telling on how deep in sleep I was until I woke up, slobbering all over his perfectly smooth manicured chest.We’d made out a lot, but this had been the most intimate we’d been with each other.

Waking before him meant I could pull away from him, although it woke him.

“I was enjoying that,” he said. “Come back.” He pulled me back into his arms. I shouldn’t have been surprised by his strength, he was known for his lucky puck shots, and that took a lot of arm power to do. He could’ve crushed me in his arms right now and I might have even thanked him for it.

“Ok,” I said, unable to resist the natural musk on his skin. “You smell so good.”

He rubbed his hand against my back, pulling the jersey up to feel my skin. Gooseflesh covered the area he was touching, tingling under his hand. I cooed and let out a slight whimper from being touched.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

I turned in the limited mobility to look at him. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Mhmm.” He chewed on his lip as his fingers danced down my spine, as if he was counting each last bone.

As I continued to haul my leg over his waist, I found his bone. I didn’t know what to do at first, this was a first for us. His erection was right there on the inside of my knee, it was throbbing and pulsing in tune to the way his fingers went down each of the notches on my back. I was glad my cock wasn’t touching him, because it was also hard, becoming thicker now just knowing he was hard too.

“You like to be stroked?” he asked.

I choked on a response. “Huh?” My knee jerking and nearly digging into his crotch, but he didn’t seem to mind or even flinch at it.

“On your back? I wonder if I could draw a picture on here and you could guess what I’m drawing?”

Sensory overload, I wasn’t sure what I was feeling on my back or against the inside of my thigh. I let out a slight moan as I continued to graze his cock against my leg, assuming that’s what it was, and I assumed he wasn’t sleeping with a baseball bat between his legs.

He drew with the light touch of his finger, but I couldn’t recall what any of it meant, he was going up and down, around and around, I was doing my best just trying to focus on what he could’ve been creating, when in reality, my mind was far too focused on his erection, and knowing that he must really have liked me if he was hard, and that I’d been a really good boy who deserved all that happy things a hard cock gave out—like wishes when rubbed.

“Can you guess?” he asked, softly, almost a purr in my ear.

“Was it a heart?” I asked after gulping hard.

He pulled me on top of him in his big arms, embracing and hugging me deep against his chest. “That’s right.” He kissed me on the forehead. “You are the warmest person ever.” He kissed me again before nuzzling his nose to mine.

By now, he must’ve felt my cock on his, and if he had, he knew how to keep his cool. I was visibly sweating over the situation. I didn’t know if he was going to say anything or even touch me there. We hadn’t even talked about that stuff. I knew all of this was new to him, being the sweet, caring hand of a Daddy to my little, but also his first relationship with a guy.

“I like the way you feel against me,” he whispered.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?”

“Daddy is strong.” He flexed his muscles, tensing himself under me, his cock twitching into my stomach where more butterflies flapped their wings excitedly.

“I can tell,” I said through a labored breath. “I can feel it.”

Daddy smiled before puckering his thick lips and kissing me. “You can? Well, you can touch it.”

Shuffling back onto the bed, his hard cock was making a tent inside of his boxers now. My eyes were transfixed on it. Daddy took my hand and placed it on his dick, molding my palm around the base of it to take a greater hold. My fingers didn’t meet my palm, it was thick. “It’s very hard.”

“I think this is the hardest it’s ever been,” he said, his head turned as he stared at my face while I was trying not to look down at his dick. It was difficult to maintain eye contact when I had other curiosities. “Can I touch yours?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I let out through another hitched breath.

His soft, warm touch started the exposed part above my belly where the jersey had risen. Slowly, he pushed his fingers down until it was inside my briefs, his fingers drawing a pattern like he knew just how to stimulate my senses. He touched my cock, and I could’ve blown my entire load from that alone. Thankfully, I had a little more self-control.“You’re very excited, aren’t you?” he asked, squeezing around my shaft and I throbbed back at him like some form of communication.

“What do you expect when I woke up beside you?”

He moved my hand from outside of his boxers, slipping it under the waistband and giving me freedom to touch him. My fingers were immediately excited by the small patch of pubic hair I could’ve played in those all day, but mostly because my nerves about touching him properly.

Intensely warm with veins that I could’ve mapped if I closed my eyes long enough. I followed them right to the head, where I discovered something else about him. He was uncircumcised. It was the gift that kept on giving. My stomach clenched hard as I reached the tip of his cock and discovered the small pool of precum sitting inside the barely exposed head.

“You like it?” he asked.

Even in my wildest fan fiction writing sessions I don’t think I could’ve imagined something so special. Usually, I would let my characters greet each other with a hand job as if it was a handshake, and then they’d pursue a romance. This was not that, this was deeper, even if he’d only been surface deep inside me, and that account for his tongue.

“Yes.” I tried not to say too much, I knew at any moment, I might’ve exploded into a siren of moans, and I didn’t want anyone coming into the room like I knew they could or would from past experiences of being alone together.

Slowly, he began stroking my cock, and with his other hand, he pushed my briefs down my thighs. I didn’t possess as much strength as he did to get him out of his boxers, but that didn’t matter because he slipped them off and I saw the full view of it, standing to attention with my hand around the base, I could’ve probably used two hands at a push.

“I know it’s not usual,” he said. “I hope it doesn’t put you off.”

“No, I do like them uncut.”

He pulled me in by the chin and kissed me.

I matched his jerking motions, and slowly, as we made out and masturbated each other, we were laid on our side, our cock meeting perfectly in the middle. My tip touched his, the wetness from his precum transferring to me. I pulled his foreskin up as it touched my tip, docking my cock.

Daddy moaned right into my mouth. “That feels good,” he said.

“You make me wanna cum so bad.”

“You’ve been a good boy, you can cum whenever you want.”He jerked me faster as soon as permission was granted and I proceeded to cum against his cock, docked over mine, filling up his foreskin like a little balloon.

I was even warmer now, my entire body electric and on fire from the way I’d just came on him, or in him. He continued to kiss me, taking my hand over his cock, and using my cum as a lubricant to go faster. He was twitching forward, pulsing against my body until he stopped, and the splash of warmth shot up against my belly.

His eyes were so clear and crystal as I stared into them now.

“That was nice,” he said. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you.”

He kissed my forehead, then my nose, followed by my drying lips. “I think I’ve just released weeks of stress, and I might’ve made a mess on you, baby.” His eyeline dropping to glance at our cocks. “I’m sorry.”

In a hug, I mushed our bodies together and pressed my head into his neck, inhaling his sweet musk, it was almost enough to keep me hard.

“If I’m moving too fast, let me know,” he said, stroking a hand through my hair, massaging the back of my head. “I’m still new to all of this. And if there’s anything you want from me, all you had to do is ask.”

I nodded, my eye closed as I continued to make notes on his smell, creating core memories from the moment. “I want you to go at the pace you’re comfortable with because you haven’t slept with a guy before.”

“Or anyone,” he said with a little chuckle that jostled me.

It made our connection and bond just that little bit stronger. “Is it bad that I never want to clean myself again?” I asked in a mumble. “I just want to have your cum on me forever, so I feel close to you.”

“Well, don’t tell anyone, but I don’t think it’s a limited resource, I can produce more.” He kissed my neck this time. “As Daddy, I want to tell you that being clean is very important. So, we’ll go shower, together, and if you’re good, I’ll make sure we get more times like this together.”

* * *

My mind was full of Daddy Luke’s body, on a reel of mental photos and videos, I couldn’t focus or even concentrate on anything. I was mesmerized, starstruck almost now, to see someone praised on the ice and admired by many, to being soft and sweet with me in private, nobody saw the part of him that came without all the ice hockey gear on. It was like a secret, but everyone knew about it.

I was unable to focus on the media theory textbook, and I wasn’t able to focus as I watched the team train. The first game was coming up, and since the night we shared, Luke was back to form, playing like the killer whale he was, slapping shots into the back of the net and commanding the team, on and off the ice.

The team considered me an honorary player at this point I was around them nearly every single day. It was the magnetism Daddy had over me and the way he could whisper a good boy to me just so he could pull me in his arms and keep me from dropping—to my knees where I wanted to give him a thank you. I was desperate to spend the night with him again, but he knew that we both had to practice and study. That was the first time he put his foot down and solidified his Daddy status.

His words could’ve pinged an erection at any moment. “You’ve got to study, I’ve got to practice, we both need to save our energy for the big opening game, but after that, I want you. But only if you’re good. So, study, get a start on your assignments, and obviously, cheer for me.”

I knew what that meant, we were going to have sex after the first game. I didn’t want to pressure him on it, but if he was ready, then I was. It wasn’t my first time, but it was still special to me because of the person Luke was. He was Daddy, and I didn’t want to disappoint him, especially not so close to game night.

Watching the final practice before the big game was hell because I’d given myself blue balls, and that wasn’t fun. Daddy had a magnetism about him that made me want to strip and crawl on all fours, it was in the glances he shot my way, the winks, the curve his lips made when he smirked, and when he occasionally raised an arm above his head to reveal a slither of body, a body I’d felt intimately.

Fuck me. I was ready for Daddy.