Coffee with Cream
This is a story inspired by one of the posts on my Tumblr, https://abrownboyspornblog.tumblr.com.
You can find the original post here: https://abrownboyspornblog.tumblr.com/post/169286313677/mog78-coffeewithcream-this-is-a-tiny-bit
This is a piece of gay erotic fiction, and I own the copyright to this story (2018) and all the legal rights to it. If you're under the age of 18, (21 in some jurisdictions) please stop reading now.
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Coffee With Cream:
I look up from my book to see him enter the kitchen: a delicious and tall serving of pure man, my Daddy. Dressed in only his boxers, he sleepily walks towards the coffee machine, and pours himself a steaming hot cup of coffee. He looks over at me, dressed as skimpily as him, a flirtatious smile on his face, no doubt remembering the wild night we'd had. My hole and cock pulse in unison as I too recall the events of the night before, as a deep blush develops in my cheeks. I look up at him through the rim of my glasses as he stifles a laugh, unconsciously adjusting his balls.
He takes a sip of his coffee, and his smile is replaced by a sour look, as he looks down at the dark liquid.
He looks back at me, and with his raspy morning voice, he says, "C'mere, baby."
I obey, putting my book on the table and go right up to him, as he grabs my shoulders and turns me over so that my ass pushes up against his morning wood through his boxers. He pulls my lace panties down, and starts stroking my shaft, as his other hand slides up to my chest, pulling my body against his, and gently playing with one of my nipples, his breath hot against my ear.
He whispers, "Daddy's coffee is a little bitter this morning, baby boy. Daddy's gonna need you to sweeten it up."
My breath came in hitches as my heart rate sped, incoherent moans escaping my mouth with every stroke. This wasn't going to be a long edging session; Daddy needs his coffee sweetened, and he wants it sweetened as soon as possible. He doesn't go nice and slow. He pounds away at my cock, making my full balls bounce and slap against my taint, precum leaking from my piss slit.
As I get closer, I reach up to grab the back of Daddy's head, making him kiss and bite my exposed neck, as I grind my ass against his cock, feeling the wet spot on his boxers getting bigger. He lets go of my chest, and places his coffee mug right in front of my cock, not breaking the rhythm of his hand wanking my cock off for a second. He knows it's coming. He knows he's going to make his baby boy shoot.
He bites my neck harder, a perfect symphony of pleasure and pain goes through my body as I feel it: Cum rising in my balls.
I moan loudly, "I'm gonna cum, Daddy! I'm gonna fucking cum!!"
"Give Daddy that load, baby boy," he whispers into my ear, and I lose it.
Fresh, hot, white jizz erupts from my cock, landing directly into Daddy's still steaming coffee; Daddy always makes sure to aim my cock properly. Daddy always makes me shoot where he wants me to.
I grind my ass against his hard cock as I ride out my orgasm, waves of pleasure going through my body as I pull Daddy closer to me, sweat breaking out from my pores, breathing heavily.
Once I calm down, Daddy lets go of my spent cock, and brings his hand up, a single bead of white cum dangling from his index finger. He opens his mouth and licks it up, savouring the taste of his baby boy's fresh morning load.
"Always so sweet for Daddy," he moans and lets go of my body, making me slump against the counter for support.
He walks over to the other side of the counter, his cock still hard and wet in his boxers, and grabs his mug. He takes a sip, and a satisfied moan escapes his mouth.
"Perfect."