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He was hard and my hands were slick with oil as I rubbed his cock. His sweet moans muted by the way he pressed it against the cloth of his onesie. Moving back, my hands touched and teased his skin as I rubbed the coconut oil into him. His back arched as I moved my hands down the bottom and up to the shoulders.

I leaned across his back, my hardened bulge in my sweatpants pressing against his ass. The oil on his back being sopped up by the hair on my chest. I whispered in close to his ear. “Since we’re alone together, you can make as much noise as you need,” I said before giving his lobe a small nibble. “And you can call me Daddy.”

He bust out into a loud moan. “Yes, Daddy.”

Gyrating my hips down against his ass, teasing my cock pushed inside my sweats. “Good boy.” Being a Daddy was like riding a horse, once you knew how to do it, you could always get back on it. “Can I turn you on your back yet?”

Tommy nodded. Unable to move himself from the pressure of my body on him. I pulled myself away, between his thighs. I stroked them slightly right where the light bruising showed up the most. He cooed softly at my touch.

I turned him as he pulled his briefs up over his cock. It was already too late, I’d seen it poking out and felt it. The action of my hands had left their glossy mark all over it. His face flushed and chest going up and down in rapid motion.

“Nervous?” I asked.

“I didn’t expect any of this,” he said, still attempting to bring the front of his briefs over his cock.

“We don’t have to go any further than this,” I told him. “I only want to go as far as you’re comfortable.”

A wry smile touched his lips. “I didn’t say no , so keep going, Daddy.”

Intimacy was one of those things that didn’t come easy to me. Showing a side to myself that usually had to stay hidden. But nobody was here, we were in a world of our own, at least a blanket fort.

Kissing Tommy’s chest and licking his nipples, he wrapped his arms around the back of my head, moaning with all my playful bites and the bristle of my beard across his skin. I kept it soft, I knew it was a pleasure for him.

“I wanna go,” he said.

“Go where?”

“On you,” he giggled. “I wanna go on top.”

Switching positions, Tommy’s demeanor changed. He sat on my hips and grabbed my chest, squeezing my pecs through the hair. He straddled, riding my bulge as he cock rubbed against the waistband of his briefs. I kept my hands behind the back of my head, letting him act out whatever he pleased. I was a canvas for his fantasy, and he was a good boy pulsating with pleasure.

“Can I get it out?” he asked.

“While we’re in here, it’s all yours,” I told him.

Tommy wasted no time, only the time it took to maneuver himself off my hips. His face contorting only slightly from the way he’d been stretching his thighs out.

“You better take care of those legs,” I said.

“Your legs?” he asked, both hands tucked into the band of my sweats, ready to yank them.

“No, yours,” I told him. “Maybe I should turn this into a lesson on stretching. I know I could definitely help stretching you out.”

He gulped so loud. He’d done so several time, I was worried he wasn’t staying hydrated. “I’m definitely ready to be stretched,” he said. “But only if you promise to be gentle.”

Removing a hand from behind my hand, I reached out and stroked under his chin. “Gentle is my middle name.”

Tommy paused, cogs turning behind his eyes. “What is your actual name?”

I raised a finger and wagged it. “No,” I said. “Address me as Daddy, or Hardin. If you’re really good, I might tell you later.”

“I can show you how good I am,” he said, and pulled my sweatpants down, my boxer briefs along with them, all the way to my knees. My cock popped up, nearly whacking his chin. It didn’t stop his hyperactive hands grabbing it and directing to straight to his mouth, his tongue out, a string of saliva drooling over the tip my cock, ready for his eager lips.

It had been so long, the sensation of a mouth around my cock was like the first time. I let out a deep moan and forced my hands back behind my head. I didn’t want to do anything, I had given him control as I was on my back, and he took full advantage of it.

Tommy could’ve been the worst at giving head, but I wouldn’t have known that because it felt incredible. The only time I had to stop him was to tell him I didn’t want to cum too quick, and with the way he was bobbing up and down on it, it would happen.

“I don’t want to be too forward,” he said, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm.

“I don’t think there’s such thing right now.”

“Do you have any condoms?”

I smiled. “I do, actually,” I said.

“Aren’t they going to be out of date?” he asked, softly, pushing his hand to his mouth to hide his smile.

For my birthday in August, Sully had bought me a pack of condoms, assuming as a joke gift because he was trying to figure out if I was getting laid, or trying to tell me that I needed to get laid. Either way, the gift was actually useful. “I’m pretty sure these ones are in date.”

He helped me out of my sweatpants, tugging them down my claves and ankles. “I’m going to watch you walk naked.”

Sitting upright, our faces close. We hadn’t even kissed yet. I took the opportunity, a single peck against his lips. He leaned in for another, and I placed a hand behind his head to pull him in close. Our mouths meeting, and our tongues quickly becoming acquainted, back and forth, they rolled against each other trying to take control.

I pulled him back with my grasp on his head. “Good boy,” I whispered in his face. “Now you get to watch me walk off, are you a little voyeur?”

Biting his lip, he nodded. “Just a little bit.”

“Me too.” Maybe it’s why I enjoyed him being in the cabin, it gave me something to watch while I was in the kitchen, looking out of the window, catching the occasional glimpse of him pass by.

Out of the blanket fort, the cooler air h me, and that was saying something since the fire was blasting the room. In the brief time I was out, going to my bedroom. I noticed the clouds growing closer and darker. It was going to be the first snowstorm of the season, and hopefully the only one.

Tommy was laid on his back, his teddy covering his cock now. He’d taken his underwear off himself. I’d been looking forward to it. “I thought you got lost.”

“I had to remember where I put them,” I said, holding the box of condoms, still int eh plastic wrapper. “They weren’t bought for anyone in particular.”

He shrugged. “I’m not going to judge you,” he said. “I just want to feel your lips on me again.”

“Really?” I asked. “because I’ve got plenty of places to put my mouth where I didn’t get a chance to earlier.”

“Show me where.”

I started with a kiss on his lips, and then travelled the path of his chest, nipples, and down to his belly button. He was mostly clean shaven except for a little line of hair at his belly button going down to his cock, which was still obscured by the teddy bear. I didn’t go for his cock immediately. I kissed both thighs, calling them healing kisses to his skin. And all the way up to the sensitive skin where his upper thigh met his crotch. He giggled and attempted to cover it with a hand. I moved his hand to the teddy and he pulled it to his chest in a deep hug.

“I’m sure there are more places I haven’t kissed yet,” I said, looking at his cock now upward. His small balls so tight, and in this position offering me a view to his ass. “I can’t see anywhere I haven’t kissed yet.”

“You know where,” he said in a giggle.

Seeing his reaction to the scratch of my beard on his skin tease him, I touched his cock with it, and as I went lower on him, I licked with the tip of my tongue until I reached his balls. He’d nearly squeezed all the life from his teddy when I stopped.

“You like it?”

“Again.”

“Remember those magic words,” I told him.

“Pretty please.”

“It doesn’t have to be pretty.”

“This one does,” he giggled. “Please.”

Back to his cock, I kissed the length of his shaft to his balls, feeling it throb and his balls move against my lips. He was now in the same position I was earlier, if I went any further, he’d probably blow his load, and I hadn’t even really done anything yet.

“There’s one more place you haven’t kissed,” he said.

“Oh, I’m saving that.” My hands at his ass, I pulled at his cheeks and tugged him along the blanket, closer to me as I knelt. “For right now.” Head first, I went into his ass, picking him from his hips to push his ass into the air and meet me halfway.

I was in heaven, devouring his hole in the rhythm of his moans.

There was no more waiting for either of us. I grabbed a condom from the pack. “They say average, I hope they fit.”

“I’ve seen people put them over their heads,” he giggled, reaching out and grabbing my cock. “Unless you’re bigger than a head.”

“An inflated ego, perhaps.” I knew they’d fit, I wasn’t slinging around a lot of meat. It was thick.

Sliding the condom over my cock, Tommy hooked his arms under his knees, pulling them back to his chest. The bruising on show from his thighs brought out the sweeter side of me, potentially what had started this entire thing. I stroked them again with both hands as I pushed my hips and bouncing cock toward him, in search of his ass.

“Gentle,” he reminded me.

Gentle was the speed I was most comfortable with. I teased his hole first with a finger, and then two, he was already begging me to fuck him at that point. I didn’t want it to hurt, and I was trying my best to stretch him out before going in. A lesson he really needed to learn.

The tip, followed by more of the tip until it was at the largest width. His mouth wide and his tongue pressed to the roof of his mouth, almost holding in the moans. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed to hear them. I needed him to be as loud as he could.

Tommy’s moans were reserved, right up until I was balls deep and laid across him with my tongue in his mouth, forcing him to let me swallow his moans. Wrapping myself in his warm body, we turned, almost knocking the stick at one side of us. Thankfully, the structure was well made. He sat upright and reenacted the motions from earlier where he was hip thrusting on me, back and forth as I kept my hands on his waist, my fingers digging into the dips of his back and hips.

“Good boy,” I said, and he bared down on me, knees in the duvet at my sides, really riding me. I wondered if he’d learned anything from the horse riding lesson. And it turned out he had. Forgoing the pain he must’ve felt in his thighs, he continuing to bear down and ride me, right up until he came.

It happened fast. He reached for his cock in an attempt to stop it. A finger over his tip forced the cum to shoot out across my body. And his hole clenched tight around my cock. He stopped, both hands outstretched, showing me cum. But I hadn’t. I hiked my knees up, forcing him forward onto me, his chest on mine, sharing in the mess he’d created.

I thrust against the tightness of his puckered hole.

“Cum Daddy,” he said.

And I did. I filled the condom up inside him. Two words triggered a full fizzle through my body. My skin was on fire. Electricity zapped between us.

I couldn’t pull myself out of him. I didn’t want to even move, and neither did he. Resting his head on my chest as he played with my nipple. I’d never been overwhelmed on a sensory level before. It was strange to have all these things happening at once. My cock continued to throb inside him, already giving as much cum as it could.

“I don’t want to move,” he whispered.

“Me either,” I said back, stroking a hand through his sweaty hair.

The truth was, we didn’t have to move. We could’ve stayed like this until we grew uncomfortable. My cock wasn’t going to stay hard the entire time, and the cum on our skin would begin to dry and feel awful.

“We should probably shower,” I told him. “Before the storm hits. We might lose power.”

He grunted slightly as my cock came out of his ass. “Shower together?”

“Unless you want to shower alone?”

He looked at me, staring right into my eyes. “If the offer to shower together is on the menu, I’m gonna take that one,” he said.

“I guess I can also show you my bathroom as well.” It wasn’t exactly something I had planned, but neither was having sex with him. But I was happy that we did. “But there’s some ground rules.”

“Yeah, one rule. I’m a just a little, so I get everything I want,” he offered up, pouting at me.

He might’ve been right about that rule. “Other than that, you can’t use too much of my shampoo. It’s hard to get up here,” I told him. It wasn’t a deal breaker of a rule, but it was a pain.

“Don’t worry, I—” he paused, and chewed on his bottom lip. “I left my stuff in the bathroom of the cabin. But it’s fine, because I liked that stuff in the other bathroom.”

“And another rule,” I said, just to see his reaction.

“Yeah?”

“You make sure you put something on that isn’t going to have you flying around on the floor,” I said. “I don’t want you getting hurt.” Not only because of the incoming storm and lack of resources out here. “Or falling into a split. Your legs have seen too much for one week.”

He laid his head back on my chest. “No more horse riding for me,” he said. “Unless we’re counting you as a horse. In which case, I’d ride again.”

Considering we had a couple more weeks together, I would’ve hoped he wanted to go again. “Good to know.” The entire guard of who I was had completely crumbled now. He’d seen me buck naked, there was no coming back from it. And I wouldn’t want to either. This raw connection I’d found with Tommy was just what I’d needed.