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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 5 From the end of chapter 4 - Toms POV
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.
Peters POV
I see Tom close his eyes and he relaxes more into me, as if that were even possible. We lie there quietly together, drinking in the connection we have established, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I open my eyes and scan the scene in the mirror. Tom, eyes closed, laying across me, still unmoved, in complete abandon, my arms around his body our heads next to each other I reach across and scoop up some of his cum that is pooled on his abdomen and bring it to my lips, Tom's eyes snap open, he watches closely, I open my mouth, slightly protrude my tongue, place my finger in my mouth and lick it clean, I taste his essence, salty, musky, its Tom. He is entranced as I clean some from his chest and feed myself again. I clean some more, and this time offer it to him, there is no hesitation, he opens willingly with a desire to taste his own cum and to lick my fingers. Now he is less urgent and luxuriates in sucking the length of my finger clean. He surveys his body, collects some cum and feeds himself, offers some to me, which I take, and he smiles in delight, we continue this way until his body is clean.
Tom's cock slips back into his speedos but is still large though softer. He makes a move to stand up but it is only so he can turn around to allow him to kneel at my feet. I continue to recline in this large lounge chair at about 45 degrees, legs spread apart, still with a raging hard on pressing aggressively against the navy-blue Lycra speedos.
Tom is examining me in minute detail between my feet, kneeling with his powerful glutes resting on his heels, his feet folded back, like he is worshiping at a Hindu temple, his arms held loosely on top of his knees. I hold his gaze but say nothing, he calmly looks up at me, patiently waiting for instructions, guidance maybe, but I say nothing, intrigued by what he will do.
He hesitantly reaches out to my left foot and begins to lightly stroke it, looking at me the entire time. I smile very slightly, gaining confidence, he then gently picks it up and transfers it to his lap, resting it between his upper thighs, just in front of his cock which is still soft but hasn't gone down in size by very much at all. He begins to slowly and very softly massage my foot.
At first, he is barely touching my foot, just gently feathering my sole and arch, lightly holding the sides and supporting the top. He never ceases looking at me, seeking approval, guidance, confirmation that this is what I want. I give him another smile, lean a little further back in the chair and press my foot slightly further forward into his care, now my toes just touching his speedo clad bulge. He takes that as a positive sign and begins to apply more force and uses his powerful hands and fingers to massage deeply into the sole, it feels amazing to experience the power in those hands and the way he is using them in such a controlled, deliberate and yet tender fashion to produce a release of fatigue and tension from spending the whole day on my feet in unforgiving leather shoes. I am transfixed by watching the flexing and contraction of the muscles in his hands, forearms, biceps and his magnificent chest, simply poetry in motion.
I let out a groan of contentment, Tom cracks a beaming smile delighted in his ability to produce such a reaction. Emboldened, he gently raises my foot from his lap and begins to lick my toes. There is a jolt that races from my toes straight up my leg into my cock which pulses and leaps in response. Tom continues to methodically clean each toe with his long muscular tongue lavishing all the care and attention a cat does as it cleans himself, occasionally looking at me to seek reassurance but always reverting to the task at hand.
The vision of this incredible specimen of a man kneeling at my feet supplicating himself and bestowing such pleasure is mind blowing. I have never experienced such a rush of satisfaction having someone so completely in my control and yet simultaneously conscious of the responsibility I have to care for him and to provide a safe place for him to explore this part of his sexuality.
Tom finally arrives at my big toe, and he goes to town sucking, slurping and salivating trying to swallow it whole all the time fixated on my aching hidden cock, the real prize he is after.
He is driving me mad with desire, I can't wait any longer I reach down and grasp his hair firmly and move his mouth up to my cock, he needs no more encouragement as he moves quickly to his knees, places a hand on each hip and begins to slurp and kiss and lick the precum that is starting to pulse through the Lycra . He grabs the draw string between his teeth and pulls back and unties the knot, then begins to lick under the waist band while going back and forth with my cock but also taking time to lick my balls all the while still enclosed within the speedos. Finally, his patience runs out, he smoothly grabs either side of the speedos and slides them down, I raise my ass slightly as he removes them completely and he throws them over his shoulder, my cock gratefully springs free and sits staring Tom straight in the eye.
Tom now pauses, he slightly leans back on his heels and examines what he has uncovered. He is almost clinical in his examination but also fascinated. He faces off with an almost 7 inch cut cock. It is average in girth, but its head is in proportion to the rest, not flared out unduly but sitting well on the end of my cock. A small pearl of precum has formed at the tip and he leans forward and with barely touching my cock licks it off. He looks at me and smiles. He then lightly moves his hands from my hips and trails them down to my upper thighs and ever so slowly moves them both to the base of my cock. He then slowly begins to run his fingers up, down and around exploring every aspect, delighting in my gyrations and groans, but always gentle like he is handling a newborn kitten. He runs his hands through my trimmed pubes, but I can tell he enjoys how hairy I am, and he then holds my balls and gently rolls and tug them moving his head from side to side in fascination with what he is exploring. He is entranced, obviously keen but his touch is soft and almost reverential, from what he says, he is about to suck his first cock and looks to be savoring every moment leading up to it.
He smiles and moves towards my cock not breaking eye contact, I am frozen watching this handsome face move slowly towards my cock, he opens his lips slightly and kisses the leaking precum head, slurping up the fluid. He slowly works his way around the head, taking more into his mouth, backing off and trying again, taking great care with his teeth, developing a technique, learning, exploring taking his first hesitate steps in becoming a cocksucker maestro for his Daddy, he is deliberate, diligent and absorbed, in his evolution as a master of his craft.
I support him in his work with soft sighs and low growls when he hits the spot. I have one hand gently caressing his scalp and sometimes firmly grabbing his hair. I notice when I grab his hair, he becomes more vigorous, liking the guidance I place on him. His tongue is now madly working the underside of my cock causing ripples of pleasure to flow through my body he continues inch by inch, as he engulfs more and more of my cock.
When he gets to about 2 inches from the base he begins to gag and pull back and then tries again and moves forward once more. I encourage him for some time as he persists trying to tame his gag reflex and allow my cock to pass further down his throat. He is fondling and caressing my balls and reaching up to rub my abdomen and chest, luxuriating in my hairy body, grabbing hold when I grip his hair.
I can feel a slowly building sensation deep in my guts coming from my prostate as it starts to swell and prepare for the ejaculation that is inevitable. I move both hands now to Toms head as he tries to again move lower, and he gags once more. But he can sense I am close and shows no signs of backing off desperate to master this newly found art. I then grip him with both hands and lower his head so it completely engulfs my cock, I feel his nose bury into my pubes and the sensation of my fully engulfed cock is overwhelming and I plummet over the edge and start to buck and writhe as I slam my hips into Toms face and fuck him with all my might I become oblivious to Tom's fate now but can feel him grabbing my hips and writhing as he holds himself in place as I began to cum and roar with release.
I slowly become aware again as I release Tom from my grasp and he falls back on his ass with his hands outstretched behind him, his mouth open, full of cum, that is plastered on chin and chest, his eyes are watery and he is sucking in huge gulps of air, but when our eyes meet there is a huge lighting up of a sense of joy, as he knows he has succeeded. He beams and then laughs. His cock is rock hard again, still contained in his cum soaked speedos.
"Fuck Tom where did you learn that" I murmured
"Just a gift I suppose" he mumbles through his cum filled mouth and then giggles like a boy, the cheeky fucker
I lean forward, grab his arm pull him toward me and we begin to savagely kiss each other covered in my cum, licking, swallowing and sucking each other's tongues unable to keep our hands off each other
This brief frenzy lasts only a minute, and we then rest. He joins me on the chair again as we lay against each other catching our breath, cuddling and gently nuzzling and lightly kissing. I can feel his hard manhood against my thigh.
"Stand up", I say and gently push him off my lap
He languidly extracts himself from my embrace and stands up. I catch my breath in this post orgasmic haze, as this God, made man, who has walked into my life less than 12 hours ago is standing only 4 feet away. He is alert, with a large bulge in his cum soaked speedos, completely recovered from before and completely horny from giving his first bow job to his newly found Daddy.
"Take those speedos off boy" I growl.
He smiles a wicked little grin and raises one eyebrow, he steps back to give me a view, he is only a foot from the mirror on the wall, so I have an amazing vista of front and back. He slowly lowers the front of his speedos allowing his engorged almost 8-inch uncut member to spring forward and then violently slap his abs, standing proudly straight up, his fore skin almost fully retracted, allowing his cock head to be fully revealed. He then places the front of his Speedos under his balls revealing neatly well-trimmed pubes surrounding a pair of plump juicy plums and showing them off to their best advantage but still keeping his speedos on. He then places his hands on his hips and looks defiantly at me, head on his side with a "well?" kind of look.
"I said off, you cheeky fucker" I growl back, trying to maintain a serious tone but failing to do so while enjoying his play. He smiles loving my frustration and growing faux anger but also keen to see how far he can push me. He then slips his fingers inside the waist band and deftly raises them over his ample gluteal muscles and drops them to the floor, flicking them with a toe in the air in a well-practiced move and deftly catches them.
"Lick them clean now smart ass". I smile, thoroughly enjoying myself
He stares levelly back at me and obeys, looking me in the eye and lavishly slurping and sucking at the material all the while his cock pulses and moves back and forth gently slapping on his flat belly. Oh, he was loving this, what a dirty boy.
He finishes and drops them on the floor. And there he is revealed in all his magnificent glory.
He looks at me enquiringly wondering what I would ask him to do next.
"Give me a show boy" I smile
He grins, his chest expands, and his cock fills even more if that is possible. He stares at me levelly, lowers his head but maintains eye contact until the last minute when he looks down, grabs his cock and spits an enormous amount of saliva and phlegm into his hand and on the top of his cock. He then looks back up and starts to rub himself up and down slowly coating his perfect member with his self-made lubricant, grinning at me and looking as hot as fuck.
He pulls his foreskin back over his cock head throwing his head back in ecstasy and then lets it retract again. He begins flexing his muscles as he goes and then slowly moves so I have a side on profile. As his cock dries out, he spits again and drops more saliva onto his member. He changes hands moves his free hand to caress himself touching, squeezing his muscles and then pinching his nipples causing him to shiver in delight. He continues to rotate slowly, now he is facing the mirror I can see his awe-inspiring ass, flexing and straining his back muscles now coated in sweat and standing out pumped from his exertions. I can also see his reflection in the mirror as he strokes his cock while shifting his gaze from himself, reveling in his own sexuality and raw masculinity back to me, a lustful concentrated leer on his face, he is in an exhibitionist heaven
He completes his circuit and is back facing me, his expression has become more concentrated, his eyes begin to narrow, his head rocking back. As he moves closer to climax, I can see his muscles starting to tighten all moving toward that point of no return, as the crescendo builds to its finale, I start to hear a low groan build at the back of his throat and his breathing becomes short and rapid
"Don't cum!!" I said, firmly, determined, completely out of the blue
HIs eyes flash towards me in anger, then disbelief, he has stopped his hand and is frozen, he goes to continue
"Don't. Cum. Until. I. Tell. You." I say slowly, deliberately, there is no negotiation here.
I can see the muscles in his jaw tighten, then frustration as he is about to plead but he sees my determined expression. He takes stock.
I observe him very closely, the realizations forming and flowing without him saying a word. First there is a dawning of understanding, a relaxation on his face, that he is in my control, there are boundaries and I set them, yes, he remembers that now. Then I see acceptance once again, a smile begins to form on his face and then slowly a return of a lustful expectation of where I am going with this. I can see him wonder, and yet trust and his curiosity piqued, as he is well and truly up for it. Then a determined slight change in posture, ok daddy, bring it on, I'm up for it.
All of this unspoken, but we both know that the other knows. He has complied, now I can do my worst, but he wouldn't fail. He is such a competitive little fucker, I'm so proud of him but I'm up for it too.
"Ok you can start again, but don't cum until I say you can" I smile wickedly.
He looks at me now with complete understanding, he's going to edge himself, but with my approval.
I see his eyes slightly compress, he becomes determined, the look he would have at the beginning of a surf boat race, well it won't stay like that for long Tommy, I promise you that.
All through this his cock has not batted an eye, so to speak and it is still pulsing and very keen to disobey its master and it doesn't take Tom long to be reminded of that.
He starts stroking his cock again, but it only takes about a minute until he has to stop, taking in big gulps of air. He begins again after a short break and keeps stroking for another minute. But lighter, slower than he was before and again he quickly withdraws his hand, a groan of frustration almost too late, so wanting to cum but obeying his Daddy
All throughout he keeps looking at me, pleading with his eyes but saying nothing, then when he feels it is safe to do so he continues. On and on this goes, it seems to last forever it is becoming almost impossible for him to touch his cock before he has to immediately cease. He is like a cat on a hot tin roof, shifting from one foot to another the sweat pouring from his body, small whimpers and cries arising, eyes rolling back in his head.
Tom's cock is now so swollen and continually pulsing. It is just so fascinating and hot to watch this athlete, locked in the most exquistitely blissful, erotic agony that I have ever seen, he is so hot, such a man, but is also a boy obeying his daddy to the best of his ability, not willing to disappoint but nearing the end of his tether, but also the peak of his experience, somewhere he had never been before.
He touches his cock again , now almost unable to stand, beyond frustration, he looks up and whispers barely audible "Please daddy.... please" his expression desperate, knowing there is no going back now, desperate not to fail me, fuck he is beautiful
I nod my head, "Ok"
Relief floods his face, he throws his head back and his fist encircles his massive rod with a vice like grip and he proceeds to fist his cock like there is no tomorrow, how he doesn't tear his cock from his body I'll never know. It is only a matter of 10, maybe 15 seconds before he releases a huge groan and his cum explodes from his cock, the first salvo arcs its away across the room and lands just in front of me on the floor, the next straight up onto his chest, then his face and then over his head to hit the mirror, he cums again and again, it is like the Trevi fountain of cum, his legs are quivering and after the 6th ejaculation he collapses to a sitting position knees pointing forward lower legs folded underneath himself and keeps massaging his cock, squeezing out the last drops, reluctant to stop after such a hard won release, until his cock head becomes too sensitive, he then rocks back and leans on the mirror panting heavily eyes closed, completely spent.
I quietly get up and move to the bathroom and start running a hot bath, soak a linen washer in warm water and come back out and kneel beside him and gently wipe the cum from his body, kissing him as I go, gently whispering
"What a good boy you are, so hot, so amazing, beautiful boy, so good to do want daddy asks"
Tom opens his eyes and grins, leaning up for a kiss but unable to do much else and whispers back
"Oh my God so good.....never ...like that before...fuck"
I sit quietly beside him for a few minutes, his head resting on my shoulder, my hand on his ample thigh and then go to the bathroom again and check the tub is full, I return and help Tom to his feet. He takes my hand and I lead him like a child, he is completely passive, seemingly disorientated, into the bathroom. I help him into the bath and then step in and sit behind him. He leans back into my arms, as I cradle him gently. I continue to use the washer and clean his chest, arms, abdomen, cock and balls with the washer and body wash, occasionally passing the washer over his face and head. We say nothing, he is quiet and calm, after 10 minutes I can feel his breathing change as he dozes off totally relaxed. As the water becomes lukewarm, I slowly get out and lightly rest Tom against the back of the bath and dry myself. I unplug the bath, observe him as the water slowly drains, Tom still dosing quietly. I am transfixed as the declining water reveals his magnificent body, slowly unveiling Tom in all his glory, last of all his flaccid, beautiful cock now finally at rest after a very busy day.
I disturb him again and ask him to stand and I dry him with one of the hotels large luxurious towels, he opens his eyes smiles at me and observes my actions and rests his hand on my head and shoulders as I bend down to dry his legs, cock and balls
I lead him into our bedroom, the curtains open to the midnight harbor view, the king size bed welcoming us to our rest and lay him down. I immediately get us under the covers and roll him on his side and spoon in behind him and reach around his muscular body and hold him tightly around his chest he makes a low hum and pushes himself back into me. My chin rests on his shoulder and I kiss him lightly on his ear, he turns his head, and we gently kiss each other's lips.
"Lovely boy'" I murmur
Within a minute he is breathing deeply, and I reflect on an incredible day, how impossible it is to have found each other, Tom has found his daddy and I have found my boy, our journey has only just begun.