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Pook and Pete
Chapter 2
The last hour had been wildly emotional with each of our admissions of admiration, love, and mutual worship, but I was still a man. A man with a cock that was ready to explode.
I looked in his eyes, then down to my cock, then back at him and said, "Speaking of worship, Boy, there's a cock that needs some worship. Badly. Do your job."
"Yes, Daddy", he smiled. Pook dropped down to my crotch with the speed of light and devoured my manhood like he hadn't eaten in weeks. He couldn't get my cock into his mouth fast enough or deep enough. He was like a starving animal.
The good news about sex when you're older is that when you have sex more frequently it takes longer to cum. I was hard as a rock, but because I had shot a month's worth of cum last night, it'll take me awhile to manufacture more to for my Boy now. And that's a good problem to have.
"Take your time, Boy," I instructed. With his mouth filled with my cock, he tried to reply, "Yes Daddy." But his mouth was so full he was unintelligible.
He worked my cock for what seemed like forever. I honestly didn't know what I was enjoying more.... the feeling of my cock being sucked by a human vacuum cleaner, my inarguable dominance over him, or witnessing the bliss he experienced worshiping my cock. I think it was all three.
When he felt I might be getting close, he'd circle the base of my cock with his thumb and middle finger and squeeze. Good move, Boy, I thought. It worked every time.
One time while doing that, he looked up at me, looked at my engorged piss slit, looked back at me, back at my piss slit, and back at me. I knew what he was signaling but it was something I had little interest in. With this Daddy/Boy thing, I was asking him to go to an unknown place with me; it now seemed I would have to do the same for him. I gave him a subtle, but unmistakable nod to proceed. He had my circumcised mushroom head so pulled apart, that my piss slit resembled the Grand Canyon. I've never had much interest in anything going up that tube (as evidenced by the sounding threat last night), but he had me into such a state of sexual frenzy that I surrendered. He leaned over and gently placed the tip of his tongue into my wide open slit, and then wagged it back and forth into and over it. There isn't a word to describe my pleasure. The nerve endings inside a piss slit aren't meant to be touched by anything but piss and cum. So when my young stud's tongue finds its way in there, all bets are off. I stopped breathing. I couldn't even groan. I probably made sounds never heard by a human being before.
I looked down at him and he had a devilish grin on his face. "You like, Daddy?" was all he said. He'd obviously done this before. Despite my euphoria, I found the strength to smile and nod ever so slightly. Every other bit of energy in my body had surrendered to the unspeakable pleasure emanating from the tip of my dick.
When I couldn't take it any longer, I whimpered out a noise to signal it was time to move on. At the same time, I noticed that he was jerking himself off while working my cock. Pretending to be angry, I leaned down, slapped his hand away and looked at him sternly. Although I surprised him, I think he was secretly pleased I continued to assert control. I let him know I was serious, "Boy, you jerk off when I say you can. You cum when I say you can. I own you now."
His body seemed to deflate into me. He took my entire cock back in his mouth and curled up into me relaxing like he wanted to spend the rest of his life there. I let him stay like that for a long time because the scene was so fucking hot. My Boy, worshiping my still hard cock. Me slowly thrusting it in and out of his willing mouth.
Then he picked up the pace. He'd start at my taint, lick up my balls, lick up and down my cock, circle the tip with his tongue, tease my piss slit again, and start all over.
When I finally sensed that my time was coming, I flipped him on his back, straddled him on either side of his head, and slapped his face with my cock roughly. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, hoping I'd face fuck him, but I was torn. A forceful face fuck would be a no brainer. But I wanted to make sure we had plenty of my cum to enjoy afterward. If I came down his throat, all my creamy glory would be wasted.
By now his face was dripping wet with his saliva from my cock. It was so slick that rubbing my cock across his willing face alone was getting me there fast; faster than I would like. The pressure from inside my cock was ready to explode; there was no turning back. I took my cock in my right hand and gave it the last few needed tugs to take me to completion. Pook now had his eyes and mouth wide open looking like a baby bird waiting to be fed. And did he get fed. I aimed my cock into his face so he got the full brunt of my eruption. I didn't want to waste a drop on the sheets or headboard. Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast. He was gulping for cum and air; needing the cum as much as air to survive. Blast, blast, blast. They were slowing down, but the sheer quantity of semen overwhelmed him. Blast. His face was covered with what resembled ropes of glue. Wondering if he could even breath now, I quickly wiped the cum out of his nostrils and off his lips. He knew why I did that and cautiously opened his mouth and took a breath. I found a towel that was by the bed and quickly wiped it off his closed eyelids. I assured him he could now open his eyes. When he did, we gazed at each with intense affection. I leaned down, sucked a mouthful of my cum off his cheek and lowered myself into him for a kiss. He knew exactly what to do. He opened his mouth and sucked it out of my mouth which became a long, passionate kiss. I fed him another mouthful. Then another. And another. Our tongues competed with one another to see who'd get the most of my cum. I think he may have won.
By this time, I was nothing but a limp blanket covering Pook. He was in heaven as well, but I couldn't ignore his erection pressing into my stomach. It felt so fucking good, and he had to know I knew. He subtly started to thrust his cock into my body suggesting that now it was his turn.
Under normal circumstances, there's nothing I'd have liked more than to go down on him like he did me, suck out a quart of his cum and feast on it like we did mine. He deserved it. But there was one thing I wanted more than that, and that was to plainly assert my control over him. I'm the Daddy. And the Boy needs to know Daddy says he doesn't get to cum.
When he sensed my lack of engagement, I could feel his disappointment. After all, we had just committed to one another. He had just taken me to another intense orgasm. We had lovingly shared my cum. Why wouldn't I give him what he deserved? I owed him clarity on this issue, so I took it head on.
"Boy, you want to cum, don't you?" I inquired.
"Yes Daddy, I want to feed you my cum the way you did me".
"I want that too Boy, but from now on, I decide when you cum, and now is not the time. I'm your Daddy and I will decide when you cum. Is that understood?" Secretly, I also wanted him extra horned up for our next encounter, but he had no reason to know that.
Our eyes were now inches apart, me looking down, straight into his eyes. His face melted into an appreciative smile. I could tell he got off on the control I was exerting.
His reply, "Yes Daddy. You own me now."
Pook had slept like a baby before our discussion and the epic blow job that followed, but I hadn't slept a wink and was dead tired. I knew I needed sleep but I wanted to get cleaned up so I could sleep without interruption. I suggested we both pee and go back to bed. When Pook was climbing into bed, I quietly got a bowl of warm water and a clean washcloth and brought it into the bedroom. Pook was flat on his back, still nude, with his eyes closed. I put the water down on the bedside table and dropped the washcloth into it. I could tell he was awake, wondering what I was up to. When I pulled the washcloth out of the water and rung it out, a gentle smile spread across his face. He knew what was coming. I affectionally wiped all the layers of the gritty sex from the night before off his nude body. Although those smells are intoxicating in the heat of sex, they're distracting when you need to sleep. And I knew he'd like nothing more than to fall asleep in my arms, both of us fresh, clean and content.
I used the remaining water to rinse myself off before climbing into bed with my Boy. Unsurprisingly, he assumed the position: nestled into me with my arms cradling him, head on chest, draping over me like a blanket. He was still hard, but he was going to have to deal with that. It didn't seem to bother him a bit. We were both so physically exhausted and emotionally content that I think it must've been less than a minute before we were both fast asleep.
The next thing I knew it was 10:30 AM. Bright sunshine was pouring through the window and Minneapolis was alive with late summertime activity. It was the Saturday of Labor Day weekend. Yesterday had a month's worth of activity jammed into it. First the fateful CrossFit class where I summoned the courage to invite Pook to my place to seduce him. Then the sexual competition that ended with the epic fuck and hearing him cry out "Daddy" for the first time. My sleepless night when I came to the conclusion that I was his Daddy and he was my Boy. The confrontation when I told him that's how it would be between us, or it wouldn't be at all. All concluding with his tears of joy, his worship of my cock, and my intentionally selfish denial to let him cum.
We seemed to wake up simultaneously. I jerked my head up and saw that he had just done the same. He hadn't moved a muscle since falling asleep. Head nestled in my chest and blanketing me.
"Good morning.....Boy", I smiled.
He paused, trying to determine if last night was a dream or real. He was quiet at first and then a huge smile covered his face, he jumped on top of me, hugging me with an enthusiastic, "Good morning Daddy!"
We passionately caressed, kissed and ground our bodies together. I could've easily gone another round on the spot, but spectacular summer days like that are rare in Minneapolis, especially this late in summer, and I didn't want to miss it. And I knew we'd have plenty of time to pick up where we left off soon enough.
I jumped out of bed and told him we were going to shower and walk to my favorite place for brunch. I wanted to show him off to the world.
All he had to wear were the clothes he wore last night...his sexy tank top and slightly too tight shorts. He would be doing the walk of shame in the bright mid-day sunlight. But neither of us cared; we were overjoyed to have reached this place.
It took us no time to clean up and be out the door. I knew just where to go. There's a trendy restaurant around the corner from me in Uptown that's reputation for being "the morning after" destination is well deserved. It's talked about openly. Couples that have hooked up the night before often end up there for brunch. Straights, gays, and everything in-between. I'd never been there for a "morning after" meal but had witnessed many of them. I proudly strolled in and asked for a table for two. There's not much that surprises anyone in that place on a Saturday or Sunday morning, but Pook and I did. Pook was 30 and I was well into my fifties. But neither Pook nor I could've cared less. We were so infatuated with each other we wanted to flaunt it. Pook is a jaw-droppingly handsome athlete that both women and men want to fuck, so it crossed my mind that people imagined he was my escort from last night. Pook must've been thinking the same thing because he leaned over and said quietly, "Good thing you're so hot, Daddy, otherwise people would think you were my sugar daddy."
I still found it a little unbelievable that Pook, who could have any man or woman in Minneapolis picked me, but I just had to let it sink in. Even though I'm a successful CEO of a major company, I've always suffered from an imposter complex. Am I really smart enough? Am I tough enough? Am I a good enough athlete? Am I good looking enough? Despite my success, I never believed I was. But that may have been the key to my success. Not adequately believing in my capabilities probably made me work harder. But it gnawed at me. What did Pook see in me?
After we ordered, I took command. I told Pook that the reason I wanted to have brunch, other than being starving and wanting to show him off, was to explain how this Daddy/Boy thing would go down. I wanted him to hear from me what I expected from him and what he should expect from me.
"Pook," I started, "here's what this is about, at least from my perspective. I had no idea this thing we have was happening until you cried `Daddy' as I was fucking you. I laid awake all night thinking about that while you slept, but the darkness of the night was illuminating. I realized that we'd been a Daddy and Boy all along. It became clear to me that I'm already your mentor and your biggest fan. I see your potential and am committed to helping you realize it. I know what it takes to achieve success--you know that mine was 100% self-made--and I see that in you. And now I've learned that there's a submissive side of you that takes over during sex. I know you had fun last night trying to make me cum, but when you turned control over to me during our last 60 minutes and I claimed you, your lust for me went through the roof. I understand that now because I didn't know that about myself. I've been on the receiving end of some wild sex myself and loved it. But nothing compares to last night when you surrendered to me. And it was life-changing.
"So what's in it for me, besides the earth-shaking sex?" I laughed. "While I'd be lying that the sex is mind-blowing, you give me the window back to my youth. When we compete athletically, I no longer set my goals lower because of `my age'. You set the bar and challenge me to rise to it. You don't see me as an old guy trying to keep up. You see me as a worthy competitor and a desirable man who you want as much as you'd want another 30 year old. And that alone is enough for me."
For the second time in a day, tears welled up in his eyes. He was genuinely embarrassed this time because unlike earlier, we were in public. He said "Damn you, I haven't cried in years and you've made me cry twice in one day. And on my fucking birthday, no less!"
He then smiled that huge grin of his and discreetly tried to blink away the tears. He picked up his water and toasted me. "To us, Daddy." To which I replied, "Happy birthday, Boy."
I went on to share my expectations from this new arrangement. While our sex would be a big part of it, we were now engaging in a partnership to which each of us would contribute, and each of us would benefit. I got the feeling from him that the second part, our mutual character development, was as important to him as the sex.
God I loved that kid.
After we had adequately covered that topic, he casually dropped to me that some friends of his were throwing him a birthday party that night and he'd like me to come. They had reserved a section of a rooftop bar in the trendy Uptown district not far from where we were sitting. It's a great scene. When I asked if I'd know anyone there, he said, "Sure, Bear, Ben, and Jack will be there."
"No kidding," I replied, a little surprised. Bear, Ben and Jack are mutual friends of ours from CrossFit 612 who we work out with every morning. I had to wonder why they were invited and I hadn't been. They're all happily married to women so it couldn't have been because they were part of his gay circle of friends. I tried not to let on, but he immediately sensed my surprise.
"What's wrong?" he inquired.
"Nothing," I replied. Realizing how adolescent this was quickly becoming, I decided just to be direct. We were in such a state of bliss, I figured there wasn't anything I couldn't say or ask.
"Ok, I know this sounds stupid, but if Bear, Ben, and Jack were invited, why wasn't I?" God, I felt like a teenage girl saying it, but I felt that way and genuinely wanted to know. I honestly think it was more curiosity than disappointment.
"Dude are you kidding?" he replied (we were careful with Daddy and Boy language in public). "You're the CEO of a major corporation and I'M going to invite YOU to my birthday party? I'd be laughed out of CrossFit. I figured you'd probably be going to the symphony or something. I would've loved you there, but inviting you just wasn't even a possibility, you were so out of my league."
I was out of his league? I looked around the room and was reminded that I was sitting with one of the hottest men in Minneapolis. And I was 27 years older. Who's out of whose league?
But that was the nature of our relationship. We both had a shitload to offer the other. We both knew it. We were both comfortable with it. In fact, we both cherished it.
"Of course, I'll come. I wouldn't fucking miss it!" was my immediate response. If he really was inviting me, I wanted to be seen at his side at his party and beyond. There wasn't anything that would've kept me away.
Pook leaned over the table, took my face into his hands, and whispered, "I love you, Daddy."
I whispered back, "I love you, Boy."
I knew I'd see Ben, Bear, and Jack at the party. I'd be partnered with Pook. This was going to be interesting.
End of Chapter 2
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