Chapter 10 Miguel

As Miguel slowly opened his eyes, he realized he was nestled securely in Daddy Shamus's arms. His warm embrace filled him with a deep sense of being desired and nurtured. He found Daddy Shamus eagerly waiting for him to wake up. His eyes were locked on Miguel.

"Morning, love." With a soft touch, he leaned in and kissed Miguel on the top of his head.

"Morning! Daddy Shamus, you make me feel so safe."

"I want you to feel my protection."

"Do you want to make love to me?"

"Always. I don't want to hurt you, but I have an idea."

"Is it going to help my hard-on?" Miguel touched his cock under the sheets.

Miguel thought about Shamus's thick, hard cock and how it would feel riding it. Shamus's cock had a mushroom-shaped head and its girth from head to shaft was more than enough for Miguel. The flesh had a rosy shade with one pronounced vein running along the length. It was the most beautiful cock he had ever seen, and Miguel wanted it to be his. If only—

"I want you," Daddy Shamus growled, his voice sending a shiver down Miguel's spine.

"I want you too." As Miguel's cock stiffened more, a wave of pleasure washed over him. So much for leaving early in the morning. He wants me.

Miguel had a list of qualities he wished for in the perfect lover, and Daddy Shamus met many of those criteria with his affectionate nature and passionate kisses. He had carefully written the attributes of his ideal lover in a secret notebook, which he guarded with utmost care. His ideal man was someone who could effortlessly overshadow him in both stature and power. Daddy Shamus fit that description perfectly, giving him reassurance that he would be protected if the need arose. He was not only more intelligent, but also more successful than he was at the moment. Being in his presence gave him a euphoric rush, igniting every nerve in his body. The mere sight of his well-toned body and generously endowed manhood ignited a thrilling sensation within him. Daddy Shamus's ginger-colored hair seemed to have a mind of its own when he woke up, and he loved it.

"Turn over."

Miguel flipped onto his stomach, feeling the soft sheets beneath him, and waited, silently praying he hadn't made a mistake by being with Daddy Shamus. If only things with Daddy Shamus would line up perfectly, then his wishes would come true. Would Daddy Shamus leave him after the summer? He was going to be on the same campus, so Miguel had a shot at keeping the relationship after the season.

"Stick your cute ass up," Daddy Shamus ordered.

Within seconds, he felt a pillow being placed under his stomach, pushing his ass up and tilting him forward. Daddy Shamus's request for him to stick his ass up sparked excitement for what was to come.

Daddy Shamus playfully licked Miguel's neck, his tongue creating a delightful tickling sensation that sent shivers down Miguel's spine. Trailing kisses along his back, Daddy Shamus lovingly spread Miguel's cheeks. His gentle caress felt intimate and tender, making it hard to dismiss their encounter as mere casual sex. What Daddy Shamus was doing to him went beyond mere physical intimacy; however, the meaning of sex varied for every individual. And whatever it meant to Daddy Shamus wasn't necessarily constant, either. It could hold varying meanings throughout various stages of his life or even fluctuate from day to day. Was Daddy Shamus emotionally ready to handle him? He hoped so.

Daddy Shamus licked along his entrance to the back of his sack and played with Miguel's scrotum, alternating between licking and sucking. He returned to his crease, dipping his tongue inside. The sensation was so pleasurable that Miguel couldn't help but moan in delight.

"So good," Miguel said.

Daddy Shamus's tongue literally fucked him, dripping warm saliva all over. He shoved his wet tongue in and out, hard. Miguel arched his back, needing more, wanting more than Daddy Shamus's tongue. He wanted all of him. He was going to lose his mind soon from the combination of the intense sensation and the idea that he was breaking some unspoken rule by receiving Daddy Shamus's tongue inside his ass. Aroused. Turned on. Whatever he wanted to call it, the feeling was more satisfying than anything he'd ever experienced with any of his partners. Daddy Shamus was such a loving sexual partner, or at least right now, he was.

"You taste so sweet," Daddy Shamus whispered.

Miguel moaned, craving more. His cock stood at full mast against the sheets. Daddy Shamus dribbled lube onto his fingers and slipped one into his trembling hole, then two and three fingers, perfectly hitting the most sensitive area. Daddy Shamus found that magical spot. Even though this was their first time together, he knew his way around Miguel's body. He just knew. Miguel wanted more. He didn't know how to behave with Daddy Shamus.

"I need you inside me. Please."

"If I hurt you, your job is to tell me. Do you agree?"

"Yes."

Daddy Shamus pulled his fingers out, leaving Miguel empty. His eyes were fixed on Daddy Shamus as he retrieved a condom from the drawer, skillfully rolling it onto his impressive shaft. How he loved the size of his cock. Daddy Shamus caught his eye and radiated approval. Miguel grinned in return. He couldn't wait for what was to come.

"Lie on your back for me," Daddy Shamus said.

Daddy Shamus lubricated Miguel's crease, both inside and out.

"Put your legs on my shoulders so I don't hurt them." Daddy Shamus helped gently lift Miguel's legs and carefully positioned them on his shoulders.

"I can't wait to feel you inside me." Miguel's cock grew fuller.

Miguel felt a mix of pleasure and pain as Daddy Shamus's cock pressed against his entrance, gradually pushing past the resistance of his tight muscles. He kept a steady pace, careful not to cause any harm, and Miguel appreciated his caring lover.

Daddy Shamus groaned, "You feel so good."

Miguel's ass moved in sync with Daddy Shamus's movements.

Daddy Shamus grasped Miguel's cock, stroking it. He pumped hard and fast. Miguel squeezed his ass cheeks around Daddy Shamus's cock. Squirt after squirt, he flooded Daddy Shamus's hand with his warm cum. On his last squirt, Daddy Shamus blasted inside him.

"Ah fuck, this is so good."

The sweat dripped between them as they clung together.

"You felt so good."

Daddy Shamus carefully released Miguel's legs from his shoulders, then they rested on their sides, facing each other. Their embrace was filled with a sense of urgency. He pulled out of Miguel, removed his condom, then threw it in a trash can near the bed.

"Can I make you breakfast?"

"What are you going to cook?"

"Bacon and eggs with hash browns and a bagel. How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled. That sounds so good. Can I help?"

"Nope. Take a shower, get dressed, and relax. Do you drink coffee or tea?"

"Coffee with milk and sugar."

After breakfast, they took a walk on the beach. Daddy Shamus bought Miguel a beach pass which he was grateful for. His new daddy was so generous. He was looking forward to celebrating his birthday on Friday.

"I want to take you to a gay club so we can dance. Do you like to dance?"

"Yes. I've only danced at parties, never in a club."

"Would you like to go to a club sometime?"

"I'd love to go."

"Do you know your work hours?"

"I work from noon to eight during the week. They want me to learn when it's not as busy as it is at night and on the weekends. Eventually, I might have to work some weekends. I don't know yet. I start Monday afternoon."

"Oh good. I usually work from six to two in the morning. I can always get my cousin Jimmy to help later at night so we can spend more time together."

"I don't mind sitting at the bar when you work. It's fun."

"You can come in anytime."

"Thanks."

"You said you work during term at the university. What kind of job?"

"I was Professor's Garcia's aid in the language department. She's great to work for. Do you know her?"

"Yes. She's very professional and kind."

"It's a small world."

Yes, it is. Hey, "I have to pick up some items for the bar. Would you like to come with me?"

"Okay."

It was a brief ride to pick up supplies for the bar. Miguel helped him carry some boxes, even though Daddy Shamus told him not to. Back in the car, Daddy Shamus turned to a local radio station. Like two peas in a pod, they both sang along.

"I have to work and set up things. Do you want to go back to your room or stay?"

"I need to make some phone calls."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing."

"I can leave around ten for a couple of hours, then I need to work until two."

"So, you're going to meet me at ten?"

"Yes, we can get some pizza and whatever else you want."

"Why don't you spend the night in my room?"

"I won't be able to get there until two thirty. I close up."

"That's fine with me. I'll be waiting for you.

"I'll come for you at ten, then I'll stay at your place after closing. Are you sure you want me coming in so late?"

"I need you beside me in bed."

Decisions made, Daddy Shamus dropped him off at the hotel, gave him a kiss, and left.