Good Boy (Trying Kink Serial Book 2)

by CS Joyce

  He glanced back at me then, his expression one of amusement and an air that was pure dominance.

  “Spend enough time with me and I’ll give you a lot of firsts.”

  I stumbled a little as my legs spasmed involuntarily at his words. Holy shit. What was he trying to do to me?

  I caught up with him and we walked through the wood in silence, the air cooler in the shade. It was so confusing, being so normal together. Just two guys taking a morning stroll in a wood. If only people knew what he was really into.

  If only they knew what I was into.

  With that thought I ground to a halt and frowned. He still hadn’t answered things I needed to know.

  “Sonny, what was that video you sent me? You never explained it properly.”

  He tilted his face up, bathing in the sun for a moment before looking back at me as though he ate boys like me for breakfast. No, scratch that. He definitely ate boys like me.

  “It’s part of a group I’m in. We like to, how do I explain this... ‘show off’. Some people are in relationships, other times it’s just a scene. We tape them in a club we go to and then we post them online so people can enjoy them. People like you.”

  “Like me?”

  “Mm. Someone who enjoys watching people fuck. And those people that enjoy being watched.”

  “Just because I watch porn doesn’t mean I’m into that sort of thing.”

  Sonny smirked and licked his lips. “You had your cock out, at work, in a toilet that doesn’t lock. And you knew I was right outside. You really going to tell me you didn’t know on some level there was a chance you might get caught?”

  His words hit me. No, Jesus no. I mean, I didn’t want to be caught. Sure, the door hadn’t locked but that didn’t mean...I hadn’t wanted him to....

  “How did you feel when I caught you, Ali? When I was standing over you?”

  I breathed out, slow and steady. “I liked it. It felt wrong but...exciting.”

  Sonny smiled and started walking again, his feet crunching over the dry earth.

  “And that video you sent me at lunchtime. You didn’t need much encouragement for that.” He smiled at me, a softness behind his eyes. “Not to mention what you sent me last night.”

  “I don’t know what I was thinking last night. I can’t believe I even did that.” I was trying to keep my tone casual, but I knew my embarrassment was clear.

  “Why are you all shy now? You didn’t seem shy last night.”

  My skin was hot, and I exhaled, looking through the trees and wildflowers and avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know. It’s different when it’s the video. Just me and the camera. It’s not like you’re actually there.”

  Sonny nodded. “That video was so hot. I came just watching you.”

  I coughed, choking a little on my own saliva. “You did?”

  “Yeah. Well, I was touching myself, but you probably guessed that much. You were so sexy. So beautiful. I loved seeing you like that.”

  I shook my head, trying to calm myself and hide the panic. I was in over my head, this was all moving so fast. But I couldn’t stop it. Fuck, I didn’t want to.

  “Thank you, but-”

  “But what?” He stopped then, in the middle of the forest, and walked towards me. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

  Sonny was so calm and together but now, for the first time since I met him, there was a vulnerability there. He seemed to have opened up and he was looking at me with such intensity I wasn’t sure my heart wouldn’t explode through my chest at any moment and grab him.

  I stepped closer to him and bit my lip, embarrassed and turned on and just one big ball of nerves. “Nobody’s ever called me that before. Except Charlene. But no guy has.”

  Sonny’s eyebrow twitched, and he came closer. “You should listen to your friend.”

  I swallowed hard and shivered as my balls felt heavy. I could feel the wet patch on my briefs and my cock ached for release.

  “I like you,” I blurted out and then prayed once again for a meteorite.

  Sonny closed the distance between us, pressing me against a large tree. “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who’s intrigued me as much as you, baby boy.”

  Baby boy.

  Those right there would be there words that undid me.

  My Eyes Only

  Sonny

  The lake was silent, shimmering with tiny winged creatures as the dirt track dissolved into a damp grass verge which led to a shore of pebbles. We’d walked in near silence for twenty minutes before the lake appeared like a splendid mirage among a sea of dried trees.

  The flies swarmed over the silvery water, creating a dizzying sensation as the sun continued to beam down over us. The heavy heat of the morning twined with the breeze and disturbed the tiny sky folk, pushing the swarms like waves in the air.

  And then there was Ali. My boy. My good, baby boy. I still couldn’t believe it and wouldn’t allow myself to. He was too good to be true.

  Too good to be mine.

  Hot from our trek through the forest, the cool of the lake was a welcomed relief.

  “Let’s go for a swim,” I said and before Ali could respond I was already undressing.

  “Why?” he asked, his voice low and soft.

  “Why not?” I said and he turned away from me, his cheeks pinking.

  The past week had been insane. So fast and yet so slow. As if the rush of our attraction was going in slow motion. I wanted to go over there and drag him by his hair, shove him to his knees and demand he sucked me off. That was usual for me to want that.

  It was the ‘other’ things I wanted that had me unnerved. Like the desire to scoop him up and carry him home. Peel those clothes off and stand over him, until I’d mapped out every part of his body.

  I liked things rough and hard, and it always revved me up. But this boy, he had me wanting to touch him softly; to wrap myself around him and kiss him slow and easy.

  I peeled off my jeans and leather jacket, tugging my t-shirt over my head, and my eyes gave in to the pull to look at him. I glanced sideways, taking in the semi naked body five feet away. Ali sat untying his boots, looking at the ground, blinking so slow it seemed purposeful rather than natural.

  I tried to hold my gaze away but gave in again, stealing another sideways glance only to find him wading into the blue water ahead of me. His smooth white buttocks contrasting with his tanned thighs and back.

  What was I doing getting involved with someone so innocent? So young? So good and pure? But there was no point rationalising it. I licked my lips and waded further into the lake, watching him. It seemed to be the only thing I did these days.

  Watching.

  Wanting.

  Watching that boy unfurl before me. Ali’d arrived all green and good and slowly he was loosening up.

  My mind was whirling with unanswered questions. What was I doing? Where could this go? How would I explain the club to him? I lived my life to the full, enjoying my kinks and fetishes. And on the outside Ali seemed to be a temporary distraction.

  But on the inside...damn I was feeling things I wasn’t comfortable with. He was too young, too inexperienced and too god-damned good.

  There were so many things I wanted to know about him, but I didn’t dare ask Ali any of them, and instead continued to wade further into the cool water, the lakebed thick with silt and matted leaves.

  The cooling water felt glorious against my skin, washing over my muscles. I’d been working hard the last few weeks. Long days at the garage and then hours in the evenings on my bike. Not to mention the nights at the club...

  Hunkering down until the water skimmed my shoulders, I edged towards Ali in the water. He was so incredible; the dusting of tiny feathery freckles on his cheeks; his cupid bow mouth and the long, sinewy limbs that had me mesmerized.

  And then there was the dark scattering of hair across his chest and above his delicious cock.

  Okay, here’s the low down. I get off on som
e kinky shit. I perform sexual acts on camera, and it turns me on. I like to show off. No apologies. And I’m part of a group that do this regularly. But Ali isn’t like the others. Ali is special. And Ali has me wanting to turn my back on a lot of things just so I can have him.

  When I arrived at the garage that Monday morning to find him standing there, a ball of awkward nerves, wide eyed and so eager, fuck. It undid something in me, and I knew I wanted him. But not to play with. I wanted him for more.

  I’d had my suspicions about Ali from the moment I’d met him. He’d looked at me, stared hard and then flushed a hot pink all over his neck and face. He’d barely managed to construct a sentence. Fumbling out words and jittering around me. I knew he liked me. And even if I hadn’t, the kid wasn’t much good at hiding the hardon he’d sported most days.

  He must have been hurting he’d been that riled up. When I’d watched him sneak into the toilet on lunch my instincts knew what he was up to. Masturbating in a shitty work toilet would seem pretty gross, but he was a teenage boy, and if memory served me right, anywhere would do when you were desperate to off load one.

  I told myself I was drawn to him for the reasons I wanted most men: the exhibitionism: the videos; the mutual desire to be watched. But I was lying to myself and damn did I know it.

  I didn’t want anyone to watch Ali, other than me. Just me. For my eyes only.

  I’d argued with myself, and even half convinced myself I didn’t really want him. Ha, that had been a joke. Ali had sent me that video at lunch and I’d all but died as he came, splattering the camera lens with his cum.

  I wanted to lick the screen; to taste him. To taste my boy. Because that’s what I really wanted. I wanted a boy of my own.

  He was so innocent. So perfect. And I wanted to protect him and care for him.

  Fuck. This wasn’t part of the plan.

  But I couldn’t deny how I felt. I’d jokingly called myself a ‘bad Daddy’. But when Ali had said that word, called me his Daddy...that had been my undoing.

  And then that photo he’d sent of himself, dressed in soft lacy panties...Christ it had been too much.

  I glanced over at him, lowering my eyes and for a brief moment I pretended everything was just fine. The water ebbed against my chin, and I lowered myself a little more until it skimmed my lips.

  It was then that I felt eyes watching me and lifting my gaze slowly I was met with equally curious eyes. Beautiful, innocent eyes.

  My baby boy.

  We stayed in the lake for a few more minutes, silent and shy, before wading back onto the bank, and dressed quietly, our wet skin dampening our clothes. Ali shivered, and I stepped closer, wanting to hold him.

  “You okay?” I murmured, pulling his body against mine.

  “Mm,” he said, and he let his head fall against my shoulder.

  I placed a soft kiss against his neck, my hands skimming his lower back and slipping down to caress his ass.

  “Such a good boy,” I whispered against his warm skin.

  I knew I was in trouble, right then. The way my heart skipped, and my balls felt heavy with desire and longing. I’d found a boy and I wanted to make him mine. I wanted to hold him, kiss him, and hurt him when he asked me to. I wanted to make him feel things he’d never felt. But most of all, I wanted to keep him.

  “Come back to mine. I want to take you to bed.”

  Ali tilted his face up to me, his rosebud lips begging to be kissed. “Yes, Daddy. I’d like that.”

  I blinked slowly, pure desire and something else washing over me. “Put your shoes on and let’s go.”

  He did as I asked; so obedient, so eager to please. “I’m ready,” he whispered, and he kissed me.

  I grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards the forest. “Let’s go, baby boy.”

  Ali shivered and I paused, turning toward him. “You sure you’re okay? You certain you want this?”

  He nodded, his cheeks rosy and his eyes glassy. “I’m sure. I want it. I want you, Daddy.”

  I started walking again, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and trying to keep my cool. This was really happening. I’d found the most perfect, amazing boy and he wanted me.

  I tilted my face toward him, brushing my lips against his ear. “Good boy,” I murmured, and I felt my stomach flip.

  I was taking my good boy home. And I was going to do bad things to him.

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  What if you couldn’t stop yourself? Your thoughts consumed by the pleasures and indulgences you’d tasted. What if you craved more...pushing boundaries, sensations and rules? And what if the man that could give it to you was taunting you... tempting... seducing... a tease.

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  CS Joyce lives in Ireland and writes contemporary romance stories about men falling in love with men. She fiercely believes that love conquers all and aims to sprinkle a little magic with her stories. She also has a filthy mind and a propensity for kinkiness!

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