by Laurie Lochs
"No, boy. It just takes some getting used to. Put the third finger back in and keep massaging me. Eventually, you'll hit my prostate and make me come."
"Are you sure?" I didn't want to hurt him. Just the thought of hurting Ash caused my cock to shrivel.
"Yes, baby. It's not Daddy's first time. He promises that you won't hurt him at all. It just takes some getting used to." I nodded and slowly reinserted the third finger. This time, I didn't stick it right in. I massaged his hole, making sure that his body was comfortable with the sudden presence of not one but three probing fingers. At first, Ash's hole tensed up like before, but then it began to loosen and welcome my hand. My heart burst into flames. Here I was, making my my Daddy excited by sliding my fingers in and out of his tight, hairy hole. I grabbed the bottle of lube and rubbed a generous amount all over my cock.
"Do…" I began, unsure where to start. "Do you think you're ready, Daddy?"
Ash took a deep breath. "Yes, little one. If you go slow and gently, Daddy will be ready for your cock."
I slowly exhaled. It’s now or never, Trevor. He’s waiting for your cock.
I inched closer to his hole. His enormous cheeks spread before me, and were so hairy I could get lost in them. They were like twin forests, or two big hills in the middle of the country covered in wild shrubs. I grabbed both of them and pulled them to the side. Ash's cock twitched beneath me, leaving a streak of pre-come on the sheets below. He was so big and hairy and safe, and after I finished, I wanted him to hold me and never let go.
With a quick breath, I brought my 6 inch cock to the lips of his trembling hole. Ash's body quivered in anticipation. I glanced around the room and saw the moonlight trickling in from the window, illuminating Ash’s special things on the dresser. I spotted a dildo. Suddenly, this reassured me that Daddy wasn't completely inexperienced, just like he'd said. It let me know that my cock wasn't going to hurt him at all. This wasn’t an act of pain but love.
"Please tell me if it hurts at all or if you're uncomfortable in any way, Daddy. I know you've been saying that to me all afternoon, but I want to make sure you feel the same. If you need me to stop, just tell me. I won't take it personally, I promise. I want this to be hot for both of us."
"Thank you so much, baby. You're such a considerate boy."
My heart melted. I couldn't help but go bananas over his praise. Moving slowly, I gripped the base of my cock and rubbed it against his hot hole. His warmth washed over me, and I kissed the outside of his hole with my cock head. This is it, I thought to myself, this is what you’ve wanted for so long. A Daddy who takes care of you and who you can be inside of. I gently inserted the tip.
"Careful," Ash gasped, clenching against my cock.
I cried out and immediately withdrew the head. “I’m so sorry."
"No, baby… You're perfect. Your cock is perfect. Just go… Slow."
I nodded and scrunched my eyes shut. I was trying to go slow, but it was hard with Daddy's ass being so thick. His ass was big enough to hold me, Blakely and Kyle in its folds. I needed to make sure my cock fit in between his cheeks so I could actually get to his hole. I heaved open his cheeks yet again, this time as far as I could with my bare hands. With his cheeks spread, I pressed the tip against his hole once again. "Are you ready, Daddy? I don’t know if I can hold back much longer.”
"Yes, baby. I'm loose enough now. I’m ready for your cock."
I took a sharp breath and rubbed the cock against his hole again. This time, I made sure to go extra slow when inserting the tip. I gripped Ash's ass and thrust almost imperceptibly into his hole, taking care not to go faster than I'd intended. Ash shuddered as I entered him and rammed his fingers against the bedspread. But I didn't want him to grip the bedspread. If he had to hold something, I wanted it to be me. So with the tip of my cock lodged inside him, I grabbed his left hand and held it tight to let him know it was okay, that I was going as slowly as possible, and that I was being careful. It must have worked, because a second later, Ash's hole immediately opened up and, before I could stop myself, I slid right in.
"Oh," Ash cried out, his body shuddering.
"Does it hurt, Daddy?”
"No, sweet baby," Ash whispered, "you've hit Daddy just where… That’s just where his candy spot is."
My jaw dropped. I had no idea what a candy spot was. But it sounded amazing. "I'm inside, Daddy. My cock is… In your body."
A tremor rippled through Ash's flesh. "Yes, baby," he gasped, clenching against my cock. "It feels so incredible. You're the sweetest boy and you're so good at fucking Daddy."
Warmth bubbled inside me. I thrust into Ash’s tight hole again. I began to find a sort of rhythm, holding his hand tight and bucking into his body. When Ash started to moan, I let go of his ass cheeks and forced his hands to the mattress. I arched over his body. I was directly on top of him, my balls throbbing against his ass. Ash moaned as I bred him, letting out these soft tingly gasps that made it sound like I hadn't just hit his candy spot, but taking him to the god damn candy store.
At last, a bubble of passion welled inside me. I was getting close. I let go of one of Daddy's hands and reached under his massive belly to begin stroking his thick cock. Ash’s body trembled the second my palm came into contact with his cock. To my surprise, it was dripping pre-come all over the sheets.
"Sweet boy…" Ash gasped, "you're doing such a good job. Daddy is getting close."
Something sweet shot through me. "Thank you," I whispered, frantically stroking his cock with my left hand. I heaved into him, and felt myself reaching my orgasm. Then, without warning, Ash's enormous body suddenly bucked beneath me, and I felt spurts of hot come shoot out of his cock and soak the sheets. His body gyrated and quivered beneath my touch. My jaw dropped. I frantically thrust inside him, trying to come at the same time. Just when I thought that I wouldn't make it, a wave of fire rippled through me and shot right to the tip of my cock. I cried out and heaved into Ash's thick ass, filling him with spurts of hot come. Ash moaned. I brought my hand back to his cock. It was still shooting. He’d come twice in rapid succession. I throbbed into his body, refusing to stop until I’d deposited every ounce of my load.
"Fuck," I gasped when I was done, unable to do anything but lie there.
Ash moaned. "Take yourself out of my hole, sweet boy. Come into my arms."
I removed my cock and peeled back my foreskin. My shaft was dripping and so I looked for something to wipe it on, but before I could Ash pulled me into his arms and, all at once, I was surrounded by a hot mixture of musk, heat, and fresh come. His sticky, hairy body enveloped me. In that moment, I wasn't sure who had fucked who. It felt like we’d transcended mere fucking and had gone straight to making love.
Ash held me close and planted frantic kisses all over my face. I ran my hand over his hairy body until I found his cock, shriveling above his balls. For a second, I was gripped by sadness at the thought that this massive beast before me, which had just burst all over the soft sheets, was now losing its life and getting soft, like a sparrow that had died. But when I slipped my finger into his foreskin, ran my thumb over his ridge, and brought my finger to my nose, I knew it was just like before, and that, just because his cock had shrunk didn't mean he cared any less. He was still my Daddy.
Ash held me close and gripped my ass. "Oh my God," I whispered, planting angel kisses along his scruff. He took me into his arms. When we finished snuggling he led me to the shower and we got clean. When we came back, he powdered me and changed me into a pair of special underwear before slipping me back into the onesie. He placed the pacifier in my mouth and gave me the teddy bear I'd let fall to the edge of the bed. Then, after changing the sheets, he kissed my belly and took me into his arms.
“My little snuggle monster,” he whispered, caressing my body.
“My big Papa bear.”
Closing my eyes, I rested my chin on Ash’s tummy and grinned. If this wasn’t the most perfect day of my life, I didn’t know what was.
Ash
The next morning, I woke up with Athenian sunlight trickling through the blinds and nothing but Olympian seashore blue in the sky. I ran my fingers through my baby boy's hair and smiled. I couldn't believe he'd been so good last night. The sex had been incredible, but I was happy he was in my arms.
I parted his hair and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. His eyes fluttered but my baby boy still didn't wake up. I let out a soft breath and held him snug in my arms. I was the luckiest man in the world.
Before waking him, I took a moment to study the boy in the pale light. His thick eyelashes fanned out over his soft cheeks and dusted his pale skin like satin. His soft skin didn’t have a thread of hair on it, and I was astonished to see that, even in the sunlight, his boyish cheeks were unperturbed by even the slightest hint of down. His gentle breaths caused his little chest to rise and fall like the tide, and a shaft of light made his soft pink lips almost tremble as I planted a kiss on them to bring him back to life.
His eyes fluttered open. “Da-Da," he whispered, bringing his hand to my scruff. He ran a finger over my cheek and blushed.
I grinned and planted a kiss on his nose. "Did baby have a good sleep?"
"The best, Da-Da. Baby dreamt he was sleeping on clouds.”
I ran my hand down his onesie. The boy's body melted. “Your Daddy’s little boy. You're the best boy in the whole wide world and you’re mine."
"I'm yours, Da-da?”
"Yes, boy.” I pressed my lips firmly to his forehead. The boy giggled and threw his arms around my waist. “You're the cutest, and prettiest, and softest, and loveliest boy in the whole wide world, and the second I take you out of this bed, I'm going to march you right to the kitchen and strap you into your highchair for the yummiest breakfast you’ve had in your life."
Trevor's jaw dropped. "A highchair? For me?”
"Yes," I murmured, stroking his pale skin. "A highchair for baby. He needs to be strapped in before he eats the blueberry pancakes Daddy is going to make him for breakfast."
Trevor brought his hands to his eyes and pretended not to see me. “Blue-berry?”
My heart melted. "Yes, baby. Blueberry for baby."
Trevor giggled. I hoisted him from the bed and sat him on my lap. I smoothed out his onesie and picked up the pacifier that’d fallen out while he'd slept. I set it on the bedside table. We were going to have breakfast. He wouldn't need it. If my boy cried, I’d comfort him in other ways.
The sheets sat rumpled as I separated our warm bodies from them and brought Trevor to the kitchen. As promised, I pulled out a highchair I had from my days when I regularly played with littles and strapped Trevor into it. I pulled out a Winnie the Pooh bib and tied it around his soft neck. Trevor beamed. I whipped up the blueberry pancakes.
"Open wide," I ordered when I finished, winking at Trevor as I brought a forkful of delicious pancakes to his mouth. Trevor giggled and scrunched his eyes tight. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
"Here comes the airplane." I brought the food to his mouth and let it sit on his tongue. Trevor immediately yelped and scooted back into the chair. My heart stopped. For a second, I thought I stabbed him with the fork. But then I remembered that I hadn't blown on the pancakes, and that they were still very hot and had burnt his tongue.
"Damnit," I whispered, blowing the forkful of pancakes until they cooled. "Daddy is so sorry he didn't cool them off beforehand. It's been so long since he took care of a boy."
Trevor giggled and ran his tongue over his lips. “Daddy’s learning, too."
I smiled and brought the now-cooled pancakes back to his lips. It’s true, I thought as I hoisted the food into his mouth. We’re all figuring this out. Trevor wrapped his tongue around the fork and took the pancakes into his mouth, devouring them. He was hungry boy. I was happy to feed him.
After breakfast, I cleared the dishes and lifted him from the highchair. I pulled him to the couch and prepared a warm bottle with cinnamon in the microwave. I hoisted him onto my lap and read him a book called the Good Egg I'd seen on Amazon. Trevor moaned as I described the adventures of the egg and fed him his bottle. When we were done, I made sure to check Trevor's diaper to see if he'd used it, but it was still clean.
"Remember, baby boy," I said, "if you make a mess, please tell Daddy. He might not always remember to check."
Trevor giggled and blushed. "Thank you, Daddy. I'll be sure to tell you the next time I mess."
I planted a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. Trevor didn't close his eyes. He stared at me the entire time I kissed him. When we parted he softly wrapped his arms around me and snuggled into my chest. My heart swelled at the thought that this boy trusted me enough to check him regularly. He had decided to leave his unease at the doorstep and sacrifice a sliver of his independence for me. It was the biggest gift he could have given me.
Please, God. Let there be more sacrifices to come. Let me fulfill my end of the bargain and take care of him in every way, even if it means prioritizing him above everything else in my life. If it comes to it, let me step back from my managerial duties at Asteria and get somebody else to pick up the slack for Stephen. Let someone else figure it out. Let this boy be my full-time little for life.
Trevor took his bottle like a champ. After I finished feeding him, I bounced him on my knee and burped him. He was on the verge of falling back asleep when I stared him dead in the eyes and told him what else I had in store.
"You can't sleep now, sweet boy," I whispered, pinching his cheek playfully.
Trevor giggled. "What is it, Daddy?”
I cleared my throat. "I have something else to show you, boy. I have a surprise.”
Trevor's jaw dropped.
Oh, Daddy. You have a surprise?
Chapter 25
Trevor
I closed my eyes tight as Ash led me to the basement. He had something to show me but I had no idea what it was. My heart raced. Would I like the surprise? Or would I think it didn’t fit for me? But then I remembered Ash had been spot on in all of his other gifts to date — the pacifier, the onesie, the afternoon in the play room where he'd truly made me his boy — and this made me realize I didn't have anything to fear.
I realized my instincts were correct the minute Ash pulled me into a special room and showed me what he’d set up before breakfast.
My jaw dropped the second he flicked on the light. Plastic wrap covered the white carpet on the floor. He’d set little bottles of paint all along the wall. In the corner of the room sat two easels, both with a big canvases on them. At the foot of the easels, Ash had set white trays that could be filled with paint. My heart trembled. I glanced up at Ash to see if he was going to offer any explanation, but he remained silent. He wanted to let me figure it out on my own.
I dropped to my knees and cautiously crawled towards the easel. I picked up one of the paint bottles and spun it around. I glanced over my shoulder. Ash was right behind me and making sure I was going where he wanted. I looked at the easel looming in front of me and wondered just what Ash had in mind. I didn't see paintbrushes anywhere, which could only mean…
"Baby boy," Ash whispered, getting on his knees. He pulled me into his chest and I melted in his arms. "I was going to let you figure it out, but on second thought, I’m going to tell you what I have planned. Today, we’re spending the afternoon finger painting. It's been so long since I painted anything with a boy. It’s the perfect activity for an artistic boy like you."
My heart trembled. "No, Daddy…" I whispered, staring up into his eyes. “Finger paint?”
Ash grinned. “We can do something else, if you like.”
Terror gripped me. "No, no. That's not what I meant at all. I would love to. It's just that…"
“No one's ever finger painted with you before?"
I giggled and blushed. Ash was spot on, as usual. It was like he was starting to read my mind. “Yes, Daddy,” I admitted sheepishly, shaking my head.
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sp; Ash grinned. "Why don't you get back into little space and start painting? I can tell you slipped out of it when I spoke. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. I apologize."
I felt like I was going to cry. “Thank you," I whispered, burrowing into his chest. He was absolutely right. I'd snapped out of little space for a moment but I was immediately going to come back. Ash read me so well. He knew exactly what I needed.
Ash pried my arms away from his neck and set me back down on the floor. He walked to the easels and brought the two canvases to the ground. "No standing up today, baby. We’re going to paint on the floor."
I giggled and crawled towards Ash. I wrapped my arms around his leg and kissed his thigh. “Da-Da," I whispered, letting him know how happy I was. "Baby wants to make finger portrait."
Ash laughed out loud. “You’re so cute. Daddy will give you the paints you need to shine."
I untangled myself from Ash's plush body and waited for the paint. He grabbed the yellow, blue, and red bottles from beneath the easel. After selecting my white plastic container, he put an equal amount of paint into each slot on the plastic. Then, he brought my hand to the plastic and dipped my finger into the blue. I giggled as he swirled my little finger around the paint, coating the pad and making sure I had enough on my "brush." When he finished, he smiled at me and brought my hand down to my canvas.
"It's time to build worlds, baby boy."
My insides melted like they were made of chocolate. With the biggest grin ever on my face, I brought my hand to the canvas and drew a line. I started to make a swirl, but my finger quickly ran out of paint. So I moved my hand back to the plastic container and scooped up a bigger amount of blue paint. I brought it back to the canvas, and continued my swirl. To my left, I saw Ash had selected an equal amount of yellow paint, and was in the process of making a sun. My jaw dropped. Suddenly, I didn't want to make my swirl at all, which looked horrible compared to Daddy’s art. I’d only started it because I thought it might look pretty. But now I wanted to make a sun just like Daddy’s. Thinking quickly, I jolted my finger back to my tray and dipped it in the yellow. I brought it to the canvas, but… To my surprise, it wasn't a beautiful yellow sun that came out, but a green blob.
