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Tom finds his Daddy -- Chapter 7
From the end of chapter 6
Peter stops, applies more lube and then one finger becomes two and a louder noise escapes my lips, it may only be two fingers, but it feels like a baseball bat to me!! Oh my god he then pushed in to the full depth of the fingers I look at him between breaths and he is intent, concentrated, searching and then he finds what he is looking for and he stares intently at me. It is then I feel something so intense and never before felt as my Daddy starts to stroke my prostate. Slowly at first, the pleasure is unbearable, I can barely stay on the bed he holds one hand on my chest and with the other he relentlessly fires away like a piston, I can see his bicep flexing and he is staring deep into my eyes, deep into my soul, something begins to build and he hasn't touched my cock and I can't reach it but I can feel this volcano inside building and my anus squeezes around his fingers I roar and throw my head back against the bed and the most amazing deeply felt ejaculation I have ever experienced proceeds to invade my body with every cell exploding and I am shattered into a million pieces of orgasmic delight as rope after rope of cum is delivered onto my chest, face and bed board.
He removes his fingers, and I sigh at the loss of them from my body. He climbs onto my prone body, straddles my chest and proceeds to fist his cock with no remorse, and I stare up at this beautiful man and watch in a hazy satisfaction as he brings himself to completion, emptying his pent-up desire on my chest chin and face. I open my mouth and extend my tongue to drink his love nectar and he delivers it into me thrust after thrust.
He hunches forward, spent, presses his forehead onto mine and slowly starts to lick the cum from my face, delicately sharing it with me, tenderly and when he's done, slowly leaves the bed and comes back with a warmed damp washer and cleans me lovingly and then we lie next to each.
I touch his face, "thank you daddy you are so kind"
"The pleasure is all mine lovely boy, so much more to show you but we have lots of time for you to discover yourself."
Chapter 7 Peter's POV
Everything is confused, there is light and pressure and an overwhelming eroticism seemingly infecting every cell in my body, but I can't seem to see or grasp what is going on I feel somewhat sluggish paralyzed, then there is Tom, I think or maybe a few men, all around me, and still the feeling of pleasure grows becoming more intense more pervasive, the mist clears I am in a small grassed enclosure, there is a small boy looking at me smiling, he is standing next to an even smaller lamb, that is pressing against his leg for comfort.... support..... protection maybe or is it protecting the boy and the pleasure is like a tide beginning to engulf me, everything goes black and then...
I am lying in a large king size bed, natural light starting to seep in through the shutters, I am in an Airbnb, that's right, I am covered by a sheet and looking down towards the center of this enormous pleasure is a white bobbing lump, Tom is going to town on my cock, oh you lovely beautiful boy.
I draw the sheet back and throw it from the bed to reveal a blond head bobbing up and down with the rest of that beautiful body draped carelessly on its side next to my legs with his arms either side of my hips showing a pair of superbly muscular shoulders. The bobbing stops, a popping sound emerges, Tom's beautiful face looks up at me and releases a magnificent sun like smile that makes me catch my breath.
"Rise and shine sleepy head, well I can see you have risen already" he smirks.
"Well, I think we know who is to blame for that, but no one likes a quitter so best finish what you started" I moaned and grabbed the back of his head and thrust his mouth back on my cock like you would a bobby calf onto a teat.
Tom undeterred with this admonishment eagerly returns to the task at hand moving his head up and down taking my cock to the back of his throat and all the while working his tongue around the underside of my cock. He is relentless and enthusiastic in his task. I throw my head back and close my eyes and let the inevitable build and allow it to take its course, giving in completely to the natural progression, giving no thought to Tom and allowing the signs of my body to warn him of the approaching tsunami of cum that is heading his way. The tide reaches its inevitable ebb and begins to flow powerfully to its destination and I release the first pulse of jism into the back of his throat and grasp his head tightly and plow my hips into his face. He takes it all like a starving dog and greedily slurps it clean. I lay there panting and Tom continues to suck and lick causing that exquisite pleasure pain combination of a recently ejaculated cock. He tries to hold me down but a quick biff over the right ear stops that caper.
"Hey you ungrateful bugger that was uncalled for" he jokes with a big smile knowing exactly the pleasure and discomfort he has just perpetrated.
I could only smile and give him a somewhat lighter cuff and reach down to pull him up, where I proceed to explore his mouth and tongue with mine for a few minutes which he eagerly joins in.
"Good morning lovely boy, that was a wonderful way to wake up"
"Well, I woke up with your arms around me and your cock between my arse cheeks, so I thought I would go down and see what your cock was up to."
"Very industrious of you, well done for showing such initiative" I reply. We both have a chuckle.
It was then that I look down and see his magnificent 8-inch uncut cock rock hard lying against his thigh. I reach down and hold it firmly causing a groan to escape those beautiful lips, he is oozing precum and I and lean over and began to lick the nape of his neck and work my way toward his ear knowing his sensitivity to this area and receive some more moans in response. I begin to work his cock firmly and moving his foreskin back and forth over his glans and using the precum as lube as he continues to leak.
He rolls onto his back and begins to move his hips in time with my movements. I break away from his neck and raise myself on one elbow to admire once more this perfection of manhood laying beneath my grasp. He has his eyes closed, lost in a building tension that could be observed in the multitude of muscles that begin to ripple and move in time with my hand, like a conductor with a baton controlling every move of this muscular orchestra, that is in my control. This is no time for languid lovemaking, so I began to move my hand and arm faster and faster much to the approval of Tom who grunts and thrusts powerfully now with no intention other than to bring himself to climax as quickly as possible. Which is quicker than I thought as he suddenly stopped moving and then whimpered as rope after rope of cum spewed onto his abs, chest and chin and covers my hand.
I, of course, have no intention to stop rubbing him, as one good turn deserves another and when it becomes impossible for him to stand any more, he grabs my hand and holds it away and pulls me in for a lustful pash and tongue wrestle. We slowly wind down and then lay there then, for about an hour, quiet and content in each other's arms, drifting between sleep and that delicious hazy awareness. Sometimes kissing, licking, stroking but always gently, reverently, not trying to lose this special quiet time that the Gods bestow on lovers after early morning sex.
I disentangle myself from the young adonis sharing my bed and put on my black speedos from last night and throw Toms red speedos at his face.
"c'mon on little man time to have a swim"
Tom lets out a groan and I head downstairs and open the doors out to the patio and stand for a moment to admire the early morning view across to the mountains on one side and out to the fairway of the golf course to the rear of the property. I move towards the pool and dive in. The cool refreshing water slaps me awake on this early summer morning and I continue under water until I reach the far end of the pool breaking the water and turning around to rest against the wall facing back towards the house.
It was then that Tom appears from upstairs and proceeds through the doors onto the patio towards the edge of the pool. He looks magnificent. His small red speedo contained his now flaccid cock but his package still looks impressive, his muscles ripple beneath his skin and he walks like a big cat, in that way natural athletes can do quite unconsciously, while we mere mortals can just stare in awe.
I look and drink it all in without the sightless unconsciousness. This was all for me. He then looks at me and smiles, not like a 29-year-old man, but a little boy, just like in the dream before he woke me this morning and then he dives in. Making an effortless arc as he disappears with almost no splash and I watch as his body steadily moves up the length of the pool. He surfaces right in front of me, water dripping from his face, but he makes no attempt to wipe the water from his eyes, he is only inches from my face, looking deeply into my eyes and then leans forward and gently kisses me. He then turns, leans against the edge of the pool, lightly pressing against my side joining me, looking out into the mountains,
"What a wonderful morning"
Still looking at him I say, "Yes it's beautiful"
He turns his head and smiles a shy grin and leans over and kisses me again.
We both then laze in the pool for about ten minutes, chatting a bit but mostly floating around lost in our own thoughts.
"Right, I'm going to put some bacon and eggs on the barbie" I say
"OK then, I'll put some coffee on and make some toast" replies Tom
I am out first and look back and catch my breath, as just in time I see him emerge from the pool using his arms to grasp the edge of the pool and launch himself out in one fluid motion, lifting one leg to catch the pools edge as the water drains from his statuesque body.
We both dry off and then proceed to fuss around making breakfast in our speedos.
"So, what's the plan today, Peter"
"Golf at 10am, it's a busy day so we'll be playing with another two guys, as all the tee times are booked"
"Well, I hope they are patient as I haven't had a hit for a while and golf is not my sport even though I enjoy it"
"Don't worry Tommy this place is quite relaxed usually, so don't stress and just enjoy it, what could possibly go wrong" I say raising my eyebrows.
"Almost anything with my golf swing Pete" he replies with a chuckle.