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He slid them off and there I lay fully erect and naked in front of another human. I waited for the embarrassment to hit but it never did. Casey’s fingertips trailed down my torso, mapping every inch of me, committing my flesh to memory. I knew this was one I’d personally draw from for the rest of my life.

I stalked his every move, watching the most erotic scene I’d ever been a part of. When he wrapped his hand around my shaft I nearly lost it. Casey’s lips met mine as he stroked from base to tip and back down. He read me like a page from a book. I was so amped up there was no way this wouldn’t be over as quickly as it started.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy, Daddy will take care of you.”

Casey slid back down my torso and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock.

“Oh shit.”

Probably not the right thing to say, or in this case, hiss out but…

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” His mouth slid down my shaft and back up. I’d lost all concept of the English language at this point. I must’ve arched up again because Casey gently held my hips down as he got to work. A few short seconds later I came hard, and he swallowed every last drop.

Breathless, my mind ran wild until it landed on one question.

What do I do now?

Chapter Eight

Casey

My sweet boy stared up at me, eyes wide, sweat beaded on his forehead. Painfully hard, there was no way I could wait and I slid mytrunks down, his eyes widened and fell to my phallus. I preened under his curious scrutiny.

“Sorry, sweet boy, but that was so hot that Daddy needs to come.” I watched him as he watched me while I jacked off. The act of Chase’s intent gaze locked on my cock had me coming in a few short strokes.

Chase licked his lips, and I nearly asked if he’d like a taste but that may have pushed him over the edge he teetered upon. All of this was new to him and must be approached in stride and with the utmost of delicacy. I’d do my best to continue to stay at his pace but I wasn’t gonna lie, it had become quite a challenge. This gorgeous, well-defined man was mine but virginal in every way.

“When can we do that again?”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Anytime you want. Just say the word and I’m yours.”

Had I just said that? I hadn’t bottomed since college, but I’d do it for Chase in a heartbeat. Maybe that’s what he feared. Bottoming. It wasn’t for everyone and was scary as hell the first time for sure. Some guys never bottomed, and I got that. There was nothing better than being buried inside a willing partner but for Chase, I’d be that person for him.

I gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. He put his trunks back on while I rinsed off at the outdoor sink. Summer in Vegas quickly driedeverything and dried come on my hands wasn’t welcomed.

I glanced around the yard, proud of the outdoor space I’d created. It wasn’t huge by any means but suited my needs. The pool was large enough for laps as Chase had just done and the outdoor barbeque area was utilized year-round. Ideal for small parties and a Daddy and his boy.

“Mind if Daddy sits with you?” He’d only said the word once and it was as he drifted off to sleep last night. It came naturally for me to use the moniker, even more so with Chase. Chase scooted over and I slid in beside him. As he had last night, he laid his head on my chest, and I wrapped my arms around him.

“How are you feeling about what we just did?” Dialog was most important with this shy boy.

“Relaxed.”

“Good answer and I’m glad you’re already thinking about next time. There are many things we can do that don’t involve penetrative sex, if that’s what worries you.” Best to just put it on out there.

His finger traced the light smattering of hair on my chest, the tender strokes were soothing.

“Yeah. I know but I’m not ready to, you know, receive. Is that the right word to use?”

“Yes, that’s fine to use but you know you don’t have to be the one who receives.” He popped up and nearly clocked my chin.

“You would do that?”

“Chase,” my hand cupped his face as I stared into his eyes. “I’d do just about anything for you.”

His lips crashed into mine. The faintest whisper ofDaddygraced my ears. I wasn’t sure he meant to say it, but I wouldn’t deny that it filled my heart. I’d tell him this weekend about how I felt and hope for the best. This boy owned me and for many that was dangerous territory, but not with Chase. He’d never take advantage of me nor ask for lavish things. Chase longed to be loved for who he was off stage, for the real boy who was tucked so tightly inside he screamed in pain to be released.

My heart would be contained no longer.