boy, my love, my everything
Vincent
“Fuck, I missed your hole, boy.”
Michael only groaned, rocking on his hands and knees, fucking himself on my cock. I held his hip to still him. I wanted to just feel him for a moment.
“Stay still, Mikey.”
With our bodies finally joined again, my love for him became an inferno of need. I let it burn, breathing through it, savoring it.
“I love your mouth.” My voice sounded different to my own ears, deeper and rougher. “I love your lips, swollen from my kisses. I could stare at them forever. Your mouth is beautiful when you sigh, when you laugh, even when you pout. When you say my name in your sleep. You do that, did you know? Calling me in your sleep. And your lips seem to be begging for me to kiss you. Gorgeous.”
Michael shuddered, and it rippled into me. My cock twitched in his hole, the slick warmth surrounding me, subtly quivering. Fuck.
“But this, your pucker opening for me, letting me inside your tight hole, your body sucking my cock in like you need me to survive… so fucking beautiful.”
“Daddy…” He moaned. “Love you inside me.”
How the hell had I lived before I met him? Had I even known what pleasure was? How sex was supposed to feel? I didn’t know because I seemed to have forgotten everything before Michael. There were no lovers, no desires, no memories of lust. Everything before him was a gray blur of bodies and faces I’d barely recognize.
Michael was kneeling on the padded bench by the bed, and I stood behind him, my right hand on his ass cheek. My left arm was still in a sling, but I had physical therapy five times a week, and chances were, I’d be able to regain most of my earlier strength. I would probably never carry Michael in my arms again, but I could always hold him. One day soon, he’d be sleeping in my embrace, safe and happy.
And finally, finally, I could fuck him.
I gave him a few slow thrusts to hear him sigh with the feeling. Then I pulled out, my cockhead kissing his open hole, and pushed in again to the hilt, letting my whole length tear through him. Michael’s groan reverberated through his body into me.
“Please, do that again. Please, Daddy!”
I pulled out and pushed back into him, a slow, thorough fuck, marveling at the way his slick flesh molded around my cock. I rocked back and forth, savoring the friction, going faster.
The sounds he made were delirious, the grunts and groans and growls. I heard it in his voice—the moment his mind emptied. Then he came, barely a couple of minutes after we started, his untouched dick spurting onto the sheet underneath him. Weeks’ worth of pent-up need broke free, and he cried out, his hole pulsing around me. I sped up, fucking him hard and deep. He mewled and trembled, and his pucker kept clenching.
He dropped onto his elbows and curved his back, exposing himself as much as he could in this position.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “Keep fucking me.”
Sweat trickled down my chest, but the burn in my muscles felt invigorating. After being useless and mostly bedbound for weeks, I was able to give Michael pleasure again. I could take care of him, make love to him, or spank him and fuck his brains out.
Needing a break, I pulled out, knelt behind him, and licked his soft hole, ignoring the lube. I’d wrangle the second orgasm out of him if needed, but I wasn’t coming until he was spasming on my cock again.
“Thank you, Daddy… thank you…” he mumbled. His spine bowed like a cat’s as he savored the sensations I was giving him. I rimmed him until he grew hard again. Then I suckled his balls and swiped my tongue over the underside of his hard length, my fingers in his hole massaging his gland.
When I stood and shoved my cock back into him, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I backed out after only a few thrusts and slapped his ass, watching the red bloom on his skin.
“More,” he pleaded.
I impaled him again, gave him a few rough fucks, and then left him empty. When he whined from the loss, I spanked him—ten hard blows until my hand ached. Michael yelled, but held his position. His joyous cry when I pushed back inside his hole was life itself.
“I love you.” He gasped the words, breathless. “Hurt me. Hurt me deep inside.”
I fucked