Chapter 16

16

Kiren

I loved my onesie. I liked seeing my legs bare. My skin was flawless, the hair on my shins and thighs light. The scars didn’t touch them.

Max wanted me at his house every night. I didn’t argue. I was in love. I couldn’t imagine going home to my condo and sleeping in my cold bed alone.

The week after the tree went up, every night after work I traded off changing into the onesie or my footie jammies. I was more confident now in my desires. I always demanded a diaper. Max liked taking care of me that way a lot. Often, he would rub me with his fingers or suck me into his mouth, and then stroke himself against me until we both got off before fastening the diaper.

Sometimes we would do it again in the middle of the night. He’d unfasten my diaper and play with me until I was breathless and seeing stars. I’d never felt so exposed, and so precious.

I had been thinking about going further with Max since the day we’d started dating. Going all the way. Anal penetration.

It had been a long time for me, but I had loved it in college if the guy knew what he was doing.

Max never pressured me and always made me come so hard that I was completely satisfied. I couldn’t find the right moment to tell him I wanted to try more with him. For sure, it was going to be dynamite when we finally did it. My daddy knew what he was doing.

Tonight, I lay on the couch with pillows under my head and my bare legs across my daddy’s lap. I was tired from the day. Work was its own routine but interrupted my and Max’s new routine. I couldn’t help but resent it despite being grateful for the job.

We had eaten takeout and were relaxing in front of the TV. Max rubbed his hands up and down my legs, making sure he didn’t ignore my sensitive inner thighs. My cock throbbed. I tried to watch the movie, but Max’s hands made me super horny. He had to notice, but he didn’t touch me on my onesie snaps and diaper.

I stretched my feet in my pink slippers and wiggled them. I spread my knees, turned my face away from the TV and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to feel every stroke, every one of his fingers playing their magic on my skin. Soft swirls. Gentle lines going up and down and side to side. My skin got goose bumps but not from being cold. The little hairs on my thighs stood up.

It was driving me wild.

I sighed deeply.

Max never flinched.

I sighed again, louder.

“Are you wanting something, baby?” Max asked.

“I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

“Hmph.”

He turned his head, a half-smile lurking. “You mean like this?” He placed his palm on my crotch.

My hips pushed up.

“That’s a nice answer,” he said.

“But more, Daddy.”

“Naked touches?” he asked.

“Yes. And more.”

“More?”

“Places you haven’t touched.”

The muscles around Max’s eyes clenched. Now I had his attention.

“Hmm. You’ll need to show me.” His smile formed fully. “In detail,” he added.

“I can show you, Daddy.”

“Should we go upstairs?”

“Yes, sir.” Always, the “sir” let him know I meant business.

Max turned off the TV and carried me upstairs. He placed me on the bed and knelt between my legs, looking down at me.

“Take it off, Daddy.” I pinched the material of my onesie at my chest and pulled.

Max undid the crotch snaps. That tiny bit of pressure sent heat all over my body. He pulled the garment up and over my head and just like that I was clad only in my diaper and pink fuzzy slippers.

“More, Daddy.”

Max ran his hands hungrily over my chest, rubbing my nipples until they were hard. His hands went to my waist, lightly tickling. I giggled.

“Daddy, I want more.”

“Such a demanding little one,” he replied. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. You’re in excellent hands.”

“I know that.”

He teased my skin around my waistband, then slowly unhooked the sides of the diaper. He folded it back. The air hit my hot skin, feeling good. My cock bounced up and curved toward my bellybutton.

Immediately, I bent my knees and spread them, lifting my hips. “Touch me, Daddy.”

“Where?” he asked.

“Here.” I pointed to my cock.

He ran a finger from the tip and down the underside to the base. My cock jerked, wanting more.

“Now where?” Max asked.

“Here.” I pointed to my balls.

He grasped them, weighed them in his palm, then squeezed just enough so my cock spurted clear pre-cum.

“Yes, Daddy. That’s good.”

“Is this what you wanted?”

“More.” I lifted my hips and spread my legs more. “Here.” I pointed to my ass right at the crack.

Max’s fingers dropped from my balls to my taint. I lifted myself higher, feeling my cock roll with the motion.

Quickly, Max put a pillow under my lower back and said, quietly, as if forcing himself to keep it together, “Legs back. Knees bent. Tell me if it hurts your back at all. Promise?”

“Yes, Daddy. It doesn’t hurt. You put my cream on every day.”

“Do as Daddy says, then. Legs back.”

I lifted my feet off the mattress and exposed my ass to him. His hands were right there, pressing the cheeks apart.

My face grew warm. I was all the way open to him now. He could see my hole. The lights suddenly seemed too bright. The muscles of my hole clenched, then unclenched.

“What a beautiful boy you are.” Max half sighed the words.

He had seen. My muscles wanted him. My hole. My inner self all the way to my heart.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Max rubbed my ass cheeks, then ran a finger up and down my crack, rubbing circles around my hole.

My balls drew up. I loved it. Ass play had been nice in college, but with Max it was the extreme.

He circled my hole several times, dry. My eyes closed in ecstasy. Then I felt something wet. My eyelids snapped open. Max’s head was between my legs. And he was licking me. Right there! No one had ever done that to me before.

“Oh! Um. Ah. That’s—that’s so warm and wet. Daddy, is that your mouth? Daddy! Daddy!”

The tongue licked all around my hole, then right on it, poking the center. I felt my muscles contract. Everything down there grew wet with his saliva. His finger joined his tongue, poking me open. The tip of his finger sank in. He pressed my rim gently, licking rapidly with his tongue.

He worked me open so thoroughly that when he took his finger away his tongue went in and out, a wet hard muscle pressing my inner rim.

I screeched. My cock leaked a puddle all over my abdomen.

Max withdrew, gave me a few strong licks. Quickly, he undid his pants and shoved them off, then grabbed the oil from the nightstand. He squirted it on my crack. As he knelt between my knees, I got a good glimpse of him pouring it over his rampant cock. It looked so hard, purple at the head.

“Does it hurt, Daddy?”

He looked at me, rubbing the oil in. The purple head wagged in front of me.

I reached between my legs and touched my fingers to it, then lightly pinched the tip. “It’s so ready. You need to put that in me.”

“Baby, you are so right.”

We’d had the PrEP discussion the first time we’d slept together. A fast, informal information exchange. We had no worries right now. Nothing stopping us.

“You have to claim me, Daddy. Make me yours.”

“I told you I’d take care of all your needs, baby. This is one of them.”

“Yes, Daddy. Take care of me. I have a hungry hole.”

“Sweet thing. How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re my Secret Santa. That’s magic, Daddy. You did it. You made magic.”

“Baby, put your hands around your thighs and hold yourself open for me, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I grabbed underneath my thighs and pulled them back as far as they would go. Rocking back, the pillow gave me extra support. My scars did not tug or hurt at all.

Max ran his big cockhead up and down my crack. It slid along the oiled crevice, finding its target. My hole was relaxed and oiled. Max’s mouth had made me open and wanting.

The head of his cock caught on the rim, and he pressed down. My hole opened around the head. He didn’t force anything, but let my rim expand to take him. I pulled back harder on my legs while at the same time relaxing my anal muscles until I felt the head of his cock pop inside.

“Baby, that’s good. That’s such a good boy.”

“Daddy, I feel it inside.”

“Yes, baby. Can you take more?”

“Please. Push harder. I want you to fill me up.” My cock jerked at our sexy talk. I was so turned on.

Max pressed against me. I felt the slide, the oil oozing, the way his cock stretched me. I thought I’d come just from that. But I wanted to last. I wanted every inch before I gave away all my control.

“More, Daddy.” My voice came out strained.

Inch by inch, Max pressed his cock inside me, moaning and groaning the entire time. My head fell back. I gripped my thighs harder, trying to keep hold of them.

Max’s cock finally slid in to the hilt, his balls pressing my upper ass cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “So tight.”

“Daddy, it feels good. So good. You fill up my emptiness. I want you to fill me. Again and again.”

“I’m going to thrust now, sweetheart. I can’t hold back. But if it hurts you, tell me.”

My cock jerked at that. I knew when he started to fuck me, I’d come fast.

“Yes, thrust in and out, please. Please, Daddy. Do it.” I held my breath. My orgasm was right there.

He pulled out halfway and pushed in. My body rocked back. Nothing hurt. He did it again and then I felt my mind spin. My body felt like it was turning itself inside out.

“Daddy,” I called. It was like a million rockets were taking me to the stars.

“That’s great, baby. The best.” He grabbed my legs at the ankles, stretching them up. Hands free, I grabbed my cock as Max fucked me faster.

“Daddy. Coming!”

“Milk yourself, baby.”

“It feels so good.” I moaned.

“Beautiful boy,” he chanted over and over.

It was perfect. Too perfect. Everything exploded and rained down stars as my orgasm hit. My hearing decreased. My vision went dark. I floated on tidal wave after wave of pure euphoria.

Max fucked me through my orgasm before crying out. My muscles clenched around him. His cock throbbed. Hot seed spurted inside me.

My senses returned to my daddy on top of me, panting in my ear. His cock was still inside me. My feet were down on the mattress, but my knees were still bent. I had my arms around my daddy’s shoulders.

I squeezed his hips with my knees.

Max moved his hips up slightly, his cock sliding out. I clenched, trying to hold onto it for as long as I could.

“Oh, baby. Wow, that feels good. You don’t want me to leave.”

“No, Daddy. I want you again.”

He chuckled. “You’re so perfect.”

He kissed me, open-mouthed for a long time. His cock slid out but still pressed against my crack. In this moment and from now on, I was owned and cared for, loved and safe.