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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 4
From the end of chapter 3 - Peters POV
I moved slowly and silently towards him. He looked intently into the mirror, waiting for me to come into sight, but the angle I came in on he would not see me until I was right behind him. I stand close to him, reach out and gently caress his left speedo clad butt cheek, he flinches ever so slightly. I then moved to be behind him, and I placed my right hand on his right shoulder and lightly traced my fingers slowly down the right side of his back gently tracing the outline of his muscles down to his right butt cheek. His breathing starts to increase ever so slowly. I gently move my hands from his muscular ass and place them on his hips holding him gently, and slowly kiss the back of his right shoulder. I continued kissing him along his shoulder and found the base of his neck. I then gently press my speedo clad cock against his butt, but only just touching. He closes his eyes, lets out a small moan and allows his head to tilt back exposing his neck for me to explore. It was then I looked up and he must have sensed this as he moved his head back and looked into the mirror, our eyes met. I am about 3 inches taller so I can easily see over his shoulder, his eyes are full of lust, anticipation, excitement and there is something else, I'm not sure...trust? Yes, it's trust.
Toms POV
I felt Peters cock lightly press against my butt cheeks and I leant back against him drawn to his cock. Then I felt a slight change, I moved my head forward and opened my eyes and looked into the mirror.
That's when I saw him, changed somehow. I was experiencing such a mix of emotions, horny, excited, disorientated, confused and then, when I met his gaze, everything just stopped, went quiet. I had no idea what I was doing or how I had ended up here or what would happen, but a calmness washed over me, and I made my decision although, really, did I have any self-will at all? It all amounted to the same thing... surrender. I would do whatever he wanted, those eyes were piercing, seeing right through to my core, I just lost myself in their depths, the calmness and control was completely overwhelming, I felt powerless.
I had always been in control. I had always been the one to look after mum, always look out for friends who were being bullied, I always came top of the class, always worked harder than anyone else at work, always volunteered for the harder jobs, always took the lead and always in control. I was captain of the boat crew, debating team, rugby team. I always excelled and was always the top dog. I had to be from my earliest memories.
As far as sex was concerned, I was always the pursuer of women for sex, I chose, I decided, I was dominant in the bedroom, controlling her pleasure and mine but now I gave up control and surrendered to this man I had only met this afternoon. Physically he was unremarkable really, fit for his age but he was in control and oozed a sexuality and power that I had never known and simply couldn't understand. I would do as I was told, he would set the rules, what did he call it? "Set the boundaries" and I completely trusted him, I felt overwhelmingly safe.
That was when I saw his right hand move slowly from my hip and move between my right arm and body and then I felt him slowly trace over the waist band of my speedos and move down brushing my right nut and gently cupping my balls as he continued to find the base of my cock and trace along the sensitive underside of my shaft, using a light feathering touch along its length, sending spasms of pleasure through my cock and to my balls and into my core. I closed my eyes again and threw my head back against his shoulder as he continued to direct his touch along the length of my cock until he found the head still encased in its foreskin and still imprisoned by the Lycra of the speedos. He traced around the tip using his finger to spread the precum that had forced its way relentlessly through the Lycra. I had opened my eyes again and was fascinated with his slow deliberate collection of this fluid, I shuddered deeply.
His hand left my cock, and I sighed in disappointment and then I watched intrigued as he moved his hand towards my face and rested three of his fingers on my chin with his index finger elevated just in front of my lips looking intently at my reaction. I slightly moved my head reaching toward his finger, he then lightly traced his precum coated finger around my lips as he applied the slightest of pressure and I hungrily opened and sucked his finger into my mouth using my tongue to lick and suck greedily wishing it was his cock, never taking my eyes of his in the mirror. I saw him smile slightly as I worked his finger like a good boy, moaning like a slut.
Fuck when did I become such a greedy would-be cocksucker? But I just gave zero fucks at this stage.
He then moved his left hand from my hip to the tip of my cock and harvested some more precum and moved his hand tracing a line over my abs with his other fingers not coated in juice until he reached his destination, my left nipple, he slowly began circling around the nipple without actually touching it and he was sending me crazy, I started to squirm, he held me firmly in place and then his wet index finger touched my nipple and I almost leapt through the roof.
I have really sensitive nipples and have been able to cum without touching my cock just by teasing them. I have never been with a woman who seemed to understand how much I enjoyed them being caressed or knew how to do it, yet Peter had zeroed straight onto them. I started to thrash about and moan, but he only held me tighter removing his finger from my mouth and firmly gripping my throat, yet not choking, into his chest and shoulder. Once he had me better restrained, he started kissing the right side of my neck above his hand, while never letting up on my nipple, softly but relentless just at the right rhythm and pressure, at this point I was just continually vocalizing a soft hungry growl.
He continued his relentless journey up my neck kissing licking as he went until he came to my earlobe, where he paused, brushed it lightly with his nose then licked followed by sucking and then the barest of bites , I moaned again and pressed harder against him seeking out his cock trying to maneuver it in to my ass crack but he would not let me, just gently moving in and out of reach.
He was fucking teasing me the prick, which I reveled in. Christ, please let me have your cock. Then my attention was redirected to my ear, I felt his mouth engulf it entirely, lightly licking, then blowing gently, a hot breath followed by his probing tongue deeply thrusting into the interior.
"Holy fuck" I yelped, thrashed and saw stars, my cock pulsed and began squirting precum over the waist band as my cock finally revealed itself from the top of my speedos, its foreskin pulled back with its head swollen and purple.
Fuck what is he doing to me, no one has ever done that to me I keep opening and closing my eyes but every time I look in the mirror there are his eyes, either locked onto mine or scanning my body, relentlessly scrutinizing every reaction, intent on analyzing and filing it away for future use.
My arms have by this stage reached behind me and I am gripping the top of his thighs just below his ass cheeks forcing his cock against my ass which he can no longer control because I am hanging on for dear life as I ride the rising waves of lust and ecstasy that pulse through my body.
"Fuck yeah.... oh fuck ...." I moan like a bitch in heat
He starts to increase the pace of rubbing my left nipple, he plunges his tongue relentlessly in my ear. My breathing is becoming shallow and rapid, I begin to feel a deep uncontrollable tsunami of sensation rising from the root of my cock, I let out a long groan, oh what the fuck I can't cum yet.
I can last for 30 minutes or more when I'm fucking and I've never had a girl bring me off with a blowjob, I have great control but now I'm like a 14 yo boy ready to spill my seed everywhere, but I'm way past caring, Peter senses where I am and increases the frequency, he hasn't touched my cock since it busted out from my speedos. I feel so close to tipping over the edge, he momentarily stops rubbing my nipple for a second or two, he must sense I am close and wants to bring me back from the edge I think, but no its just another tease, another way to demonstrate his control, he then squeezes my nipple hard I yelp and then roar as I start erupting ropes of semen from deep within my body, it seems endless my entire body shudders, cum exploding over my abs, chest and face, I throw my head back and start to collapse I can't stand anymore, I am completely helpless and Peter takes my weight
We start to fall slowly backwards and then I come to rest laying in his arms my body lying against his as he has collapsed into the lounge chair under my weight, I lay there spent, open my eyes still able to see our reflection in the large mirror, I am panting heavily, spreadeagled across his body and lap, my cock is half out of my speedos, covered in cum still pulsing and twitching, I am now completely relaxed, all tension has drained from my body. I look like an older child grown too large but still craving being nursed in their fathers' arms after an exhausting day just before they are put to bed. My head is against his chest and shoulder, my face next to his that's looking at each other in the mirror through half closed eyes, that's when I say it, shyly, softly, it seems outrageous and yet feels completely natural, just a murmur, a complete feeling of safety, like I've come home.
"Thank you, Daddy,", I smile at him shyly barely able to maintain eye contact in the mirror, no longer the confident man of this morning, but a child, desperate for acceptance.
He says nothing, but then I see a smile slowly emerge and his eyes seem to shine brightly in the darkened room, he turns from the mirror, touches my chin, turns my head up and towards him and gently kisses me on the lips, tenderly, looking deeply into my eyes and we continue this slow affectionate coming together with our lips, silently acknowledging what has been said and perhaps more importantly what has been left unsaid, then he lightly breaks away and whispers close to my ear.
"I've got you little man", Oh God, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven.