by J P Sayle
“Ohhhhh! Daddyyyy! More, I need more, givememore,” he groaned out on a rush, his hips pushing back and down in quick succession as he writhed and strained against me.
“What does my boy need? Tell Daddy,” I ground out through a clenched jaw. This open display of need was driving my own desire to a level that was making it hard to keep control. Had I ever been like this before?
Desperate and needy, his behaviour clawed at my control. It ripped it away leaving me nothing more than an animal that wanted to mount Scott and fuck him hard. Mark him as mine and make sure he understood what this really meant.
Shaken to my very core at how violent my emotions were and by how much I was struggling to not express them, my hands trembled as I removed them, not convinced I could keep my touch gentle.
I picked up the lube with trembling fingers and ripped open the packet with my teeth as I lifted the small ribbed butt plug. Slicking it was lube, I dropped the package.
My attention returned to the bottom that continued to quiver on my thighs. I shifted, opening my legs to give Scott a more secure base before I nudged his thighs further apart. “Tilt your hips for Daddy.”
He groaned but did as he was told, his face remaining buried in his arms. The small movement shoved his bottom up and gave me the first glimpse of his pale pink pucker. I took the fingers covered in lube and slowly teased the wrinkled flesh. Scott gasped and stopped moving as I slowly slid the tip of my slick finger into his channel. The tightness was almost unbearable as his sheath latched onto my finger.
With my cock valiantly digging against the zip of my trousers, searching for a way to find its way into the tight sheath, I sucked in a breath. I strained to hold still and allow Scott the time he needed to relax. Then I had a sudden thought that derailed everything.
I blurted out, “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
The very idea that his first time was going to be in a lift, left me cold.
His head lifted and his flushed face turned to me. His glazed, heavy-lidded eyes did a number on me, and I struggled to comprehend what he was saying for a second.
“No Daddy… it’s… just been a really long time.” With that his head sunk back onto his arms. There was a flash of embarrassment on his face before he hid from me.
“Boy, look at me.” I wanted him to see my face when I spoke. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding between us. He needed to see how much this pleased me, no matter how much it shouldn’t.
When his head lifted, albeit a little reluctantly, I rewarded him by pushing my finger a little deeper inside him, searching out his prostate. Once I found it, I slowly teased the small raised nub of flesh. His eyes clouded with lust and his mouth opened and stayed that way as he moaned and humped my hand, trying to get me to repeat the move.
“Look at me.”
Eyes that had closed slowly drifted open to half-mast.
“I can’t tell you how happy I am that you haven’t been with anyone for a long time. I know that makes me a selfish bastard, but I want you to know it pleases Daddy.” To stress my point, I teased him further, before sinking my finger deeper. Then I fucked him slowly with my finger until he could take me effortlessly.
I withdrew, replacing one finger with two until I felt he was ready to take the plug. Only then did I reluctantly leave his tight channel and press the tip of the butt plug against his slick pucker.
Scott buried his head back down in his arms, the whimpers turning to pleading as I teased his rim before relenting and slowly easing the plug in until the end was flush against his cheeks.
I chuckled at what was going to happen next. I flicked the button on the tip just as Scott’s body relaxed against my thighs. His loud wail of, “Ohhhhhh, fuckkkk!” when the plug started to vibrate against his prostate, turned my chuckle into flown blown laughter.
He grunted around several pants. “That’s not funny,” he said as his arse undulated.
“Oh boy, look at you. You look fucking spectacular seeking out your pleasure for Daddy.”
His complaints died and his body stopped moving as his head came up, his gaze meeting mine. The air remained trapped in my chest at the look of adoration. “I’d do anything for my Daddy,” he said breathlessly.
Those words hit me dead centre in my chest. I could feel the impact as my body jerked, and my cock leaked. The desire to be his Daddy for more than this one encounter left me trying to reel my feelings back in.
My mouth opened and out poured the truth, regardless of whether I was ready to face it or not. “I want nothing more than to be your Daddy.” My lips flapped open, I wasn’t sure which of us was more shocked by the truth in what I’d said.
I gulped when Scott’s eyes sheened with tears and the look of adoration became something akin to devotion. I was glad I was sat down because I wasn’t sure in that moment if I could have remained standing. The vulnerability cut at the barriers I’d used for years to keep people from seeing the real me.
“I’d like that, Daddy,” he whispered, bewitching me when his eyes lowered and his bottom lifted up, asking for what he wanted. Unable to deny either of us, I ignored the emotions surging through me and raised my hand. The first spanking received a mewl and a bum wiggle.
“You wouldn’t be trying to rush Daddy now would you?” I growled for effect, not missing the full-body shiver as his hips lifted. “Such a naughty boy.” Not waiting for him to respond, I gave him several hard stinging slaps, over the whole of his buttocks. The sound of the slaps merged with the buzzing of the plug and Scott’s moans and whimpers.
Sweat coated his body as he strained and ground uselessly against me. His cock hung heavy between my thighs, not able to gain any friction to relieve the ache that had to be growing.
When the mewls increased to obscure words, I parted his cheeks and eased the plug out an inch before shoving it back in hard. Repeating the move, Scott’s back arched and he lifted up on to his knees. “Oh no more… fuck me… fuck me… fuck…meeeeee!” he wailed, his head thrown back, his hips thrusting in desperation.
The sight took my breath away, the very idea of not giving him what he wanted, was inconceivable. “Anything, boy.” I shifted him so I could pull my legs from under him and was met with whining.
“Now Daddy… now!”
I growled at the cheeky demand, but I couldn’t hold off any longer under such need. I stood up on trembling legs and quickly removed my remaining clothes, taking the condom from my pocket that I’d placed there earlier.
I knelt behind Scott and rolled on the condom, my gaze sweeping the floor for one of the packets of lube. Scott impatiently waved his red backside in my direction. I shook my head, he really needed to be taken in hand, but I was past that stage of delaying any longer.
Once I’d lubed my cock, I removed the plug and smeared more lube over his clenching pucker. I sank my finger deep, the tight sheath relinquished my finger faster than the first time, though he was still so tight.
How the fuck was I going to keep control when I sank into the hot, tight channel? I had no clue, but I fucking hoped I had enough willpower to allow Scott the time to adjust. I sucked in several breaths while I stretched him.
“Enough, I’m ready…I am… Daddy… please!” Scott cried out. Sweat soaked his hair and stuck to his flushed face as he turned his head towards me. His molten eyes begged me to give him what he wanted.
Unable to fight the need any longer, I withdrew my fingers and prayed to the heavens I could go slow. The heat of his flesh seemed to sear the tip of my cock as I pushed against his rim. It resisted for a moment before relaxing enough for me to push past the tight ring of muscle. My eyes were surely crossing at the unbearable squeeze that left my cock strangled. Undecided if it was heaven or pure hell, I panted as sweat slid down my face as I held still, willing Scott’s body to relax and release me enough that I was able to breathe again.
My chest heaved and my lungs felt as if they were going to burst by the time his body relaxed enough to all
ow me to sink in another inch. By the time I was fully seated inside him, I wasn’t sure I was going to embarrass myself and come after only two seconds. I squeezed my butt cheeks and strained to keep my orgasm from pouring from my throbbing cock.
“Daddyyyyy move!”
The whine said in a sulky tone was too much, I slid my hand under Scott while I still had the brainpower to fumble and unlace the cock ring. Once it fell to the floor, I eased back and gave Scott what he demanded. I tilted his hips to make sure I hit his prostate, and then I slammed into him.
He wailed and his back arched as I didn’t give him a chance to do more, and set up a furious pace. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the small space, ringing loudly in my ears. My vision tunnelled down to one thing, my boy’s pleasure.
I moved over him, caging my arms around him as I buried my face in his neck and inhaled the scent of aftershave and sweaty musk. My body taking over, my cock drove relentlessly into his clenching arse. He bore down, his channel tightening and strangling my cock painfully. He screamed and his body juddered uncontrollably. I reached under him and took hold of his throbbing cock, milking his orgasm from him.
His cock pulsed in my hand and his channel clasped me so tightly, pulling cum straight from my cock. I ground against his warm backside. “Your mine now. Do you hear me? Mine,” I ground out through clenched teeth, mindless to all but what was happening between us.
The returning moan and his hips jerking as his channel pulsed repeatedly said his cock liked that idea, as it continued to spurt cum onto the floor beneath him. The moment seemed endless as we took pleasure from each other until Scott’s body started to shake with the effort of holding my weight against his sweaty back.
Easing off him, I slid out of his body and instantly felt bereft. The needy whine Scott released matched my sentiments. I rubbed at his sweaty skin, “I need to move sweet boy, or I’m going to crush you.”
Scott
As Luke shifted his cock slid from my body, I felt the loss so acutely I bit my lip to stop from demanding he put it back. When he’d finally quit teasing me and pushed inside me, I’d lost my mind. My sense of self seemed to meld with Luke’s as if he’d taken away all my doubts and worries about my life in general and replaced them with nothing but joy. He surrounded me, making me feel that I mattered more than anything else in the world.
You are not his world, and he isn’t yours.
The voice wouldn’t quiet and I desperately wanted to tell it to fuck off, but I knew that no matter how much I wanted this to be more, it just wasn’t. There was no way Luke meant the things he’d said. They had to have been spoken in the heat of the moment, right?
Huffing out a frustrated sigh, I found myself pulled against a sweaty bare chest. I let Luke tug me into his lap as he sat back onto the floor, his chest rising rapidly and his heart beating fast against me.
I nestled my head into the crook of his neck once he shifted me so my legs were stretched out to the side, then his arm wrapped around my back and held me tightly to him. I lay sleepily against him, my thoughts continuing to try and take away my happy orgasmic bliss.
“You’re a loud thinker. Stop worrying. I meant everything I said. It wasn’t the heat of the moment. I want more from you than just this one time.”
His reassurances let my heart rate decrease and stopped my ears from buzzing. I relaxed against him fully and let him hold me the way I craved. He rocked me gently, his lips brushed the top of my sweaty hair before his chin came to rest on top of my head.
A smile spread over my face at the contented sigh that rumbled up Luke’s chest. My eyes drifted closed with my body too tired to fight against sleep.
I could worry about what it all meant later. The movement of Luke’s chest rising and falling lulled me to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open and for a moment I couldn’t figure out where the hell I was. I blinked and then it all came flooding back when the arms holding me shifted and tightened around me. I nestled back into Luke’s warm embrace, uncertain what had woken me. Idly, I wondered how long we’d been stuck. The panic that would typically accompany that thought didn’t materialise and I found myself grinning stupidly at the wall.
A scratching sound came from above my head and caught my attention. I lifted my head and Luke muttered something but didn’t wake. I shifted my eyes up to the ceiling, blinking, unsure if what I was seeing was real or my imagination. The tiles in the roof seemed to be moving. That can’t be right?
When it moved again, it registered past my sleepy brain that someone was not only outside the lift, but on top of the roof. Oh fuck.
I didn’t think. I scrambled off Luke, jerking him awake.
“What… what is it?”
He blinked sleepily up at me as I stood, unsure what I should do first. My gaze swept the floor. What we’d done was evident in the dried cum, discarded butt plug, condom and lube packets scattered on the floor. Never mind the fact we were both naked, with the exception of my lacy top.
“There’s someone on the roof of the lift,” I hissed, my hand pointing to the tiles that were still moving.
A look of alarm filled Luke’s face as he jerked and them jumped up. He grabbed frantically for my clothes first and shoved them at me. I stood still, my hands hung uselessly at my sides. His first thought was about me.
My eyes filled with tears even as he frantically whispered, “Get dressed. I don’t want anyone seeing you looking like that.”
He didn’t say he didn’t want anyone seeing what we’d done. No, he’d expressly said ‘me’. I forgot about the clothes he’d shoved at me and stood on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss. “Okay, Daddy.”
He stilled, his eyes filling with emotions that made my chest hurt before he lowered his gaze and shielded them from me. I wanted to demand he be open with me, but the movement now was accompanied by increasing noises. So I took the clothes and started to dress frantically, praying we managed to get sorted before whoever was above us managed to get the lift moving.
With Luke picking up the discarded wrappers and butt plug, I averted my face to hide the heat colouring my cheeks. A bit late for that, you should be embarrassed by the way you begged for his cock. Surely that should be more reason for being self-conscious.
I shifted, my cock twitched not getting with the programme we were about to be set free, when Luke collected the plug and my rampant thoughts reminded me how good it had felt.
Once Luke shoved everything back into the bag, I checked the floor, using my trainer to try and remove the cum. I sniffed the air. Shit, there was no getting away from the scent of sex in the small box. There was no window or door to open. I shrugged, we couldn’t have everything, could we?
The sound of loud clanging was followed by the whole lift shifting under my feet. The thoughts from earlier, about how I wasn’t panicking anymore, fled under my hammering heart, now fighting with my sternum to escape. My gaze flew to Luke who instantly dropped the bag and held open his arms. I all but launched myself into them.
The minute his arms wrapped around me, I relaxed. The ease with which he offered comfort stole my breath and made me fall even harder for him. His arms gave me a sense of security I’d never experienced before and only made me worry more about what would happen the minute we were freed from the lift.
It dawned on me that I was no longer worried about being trapped, but more about how Luke would act once we’d left the cocoon we’d been hiding in. The lift had somehow offered us both the space to let go and embrace the possibilities. Would that change when we were free?
The lift jerked once more, only this time the doors opened a fraction. A grimy, sweaty face poked through the hole. “Luke, we should have you free in about two minutes, Dave is just changing the part that got jammed.” When the guy’s nose started to twitch and his eyes widened, I buried my face in Luke’s broad chest. When he didn’t try to push me away but kept right on holding me, I sighed. Oh I was in so deep I could no longer see the wood for the trees.
“That’s fine Bob. We’ll be okay for a few more minutes. Scott’s a little scared of confined spaces, but we somehow managed to stop him from freaking out.” His warm fingers lifted my chin up. “Didn’t we?” He winked before lowering his mouth to my ear and whispering, “Sweet boy.”
My cock recalled how much it liked to be Luke’s sweet boy and firmed faster than I could get my head to catch up. I pleaded with my eyes that he stop, before everyone could see just how we’d entertained ourselves.
I nodded, finding myself unable to speak past the ball stuck in my throat.
“Erm… well… yes. We should have you out in a jiffy.” With that Bob head disappeared and the doors shut again.
“What did you say that for?” I whined and glared up at him.
“Because I knew it would distract you and stop you worrying. Things will be fine, you’ll see.” Luke tweaked my nose before kissing its tip as the lift started to move and then stop. The doors opened and Luke eased away from me.
I wanted to cry out at how cold I felt with him leaving me, but the mechanic eyeing me, whose nose was still twitching, made me think better of it. I stepped out of the lift on shaky legs and put a little distance between us.
Not paying any attention to the conversation going on between Luke and who I now figured must be Bob, I stood fretting.
What happens now? Do we go to the hotel room, or should I go home?
I checked my wrist and my eyes widened. Fuck, we’d been in there seven hours. The thought registered with my bladder and I suddenly needed to pee really badly. My feet shifted and my eyes searched the corridor for restrooms. I knew some hotels had them in the hallways and I really hoped Luke’s did.
A sign halfway down the corridor called to me. Not wanting to wait on the chance they’d stop anytime soon, I all but ran down the carpeted hallway. Not sure either man noticed as neither was paying me any attention.
