11. Eddie

Chapter 11

Eddie

‘ Do-do-do-dee-dee-dee! I love my little bakery!’ I sing, totally in my element as I begin to lay out all the ingredients and equipment for my latest experiment.

It might be after hours at the bakery, but I’m more than happy to be here.

As much as I love serving customers and providing them with the sweetest treats in the city, the thing that I love more than anything else is when I get the chance to work on new recipes and really push the envelope and create some of the wildest flavors imaginable.

I guess I’ve always had an imagination when it comes to food.

Even as a kid when I would help my mom with her own baking, I would always want to try a different flavor or put another color in the mix. My mom was great and would often let me influence her recipe or even work alongside her and make my own thing entirely. I guess so much of my love of baking goes back to her, and I’ll forever be grateful for that.

But I’m a big boy now.

I might be a Little but when it comes to the baker’s kitchen, I like to be in charge.

And with my portable speaker playing some fun music and my mind very much sparking with ideas, I’m ready to get seriously wild with some whipped cream, sprinkles, and choc-chip chunks…

‘Oh, sorry, we’re closed!’ I call out, the knock at the door momentarily distracting me.

‘Boy! It’s me!’ the voice answers back, clearly unimpressed with my attempt to deny them access.

‘Yay! Daddy!’ I squeal with delight, putting down the weighing scales and swiftly walking over toward the door and unlocking it so that Nico can come inside. ‘I didn’t think I’d see you until later tonight?’

‘Let’s just say I handled business quickly,’ Nico answers, a look on his face that told me not to ask any further questions on what or who he had dealt with. ‘And it looks like I arrived just in time too. So… do you need a chief taster for your newest cake?

‘I do,’ I giggle. ‘And I think it can be you. But only as long as you don’t mind sharing the duties with Squeeze.’

I motion over toward my most cherished stuffie as he sits on the work top with a wooden spoon resting at his side and a little trail of choc chips leading up toward him.

‘That bear lives like a king,’ Nico laughs. ‘But I bet he’s the happiest bear in the world having you as his best human friend.’

I feel myself blush and look away from Nico. He always knows just what to say to push my buttons, that’s for sure.

‘You could give me a hand with the recipe if you want?’ I ask, doing my best to act like Nico’s smooth talking hadn’t just made my heart flutter at a thousand miles per hour.

‘Sounds good,’ Nico says as he takes off his smart suit jacket and rolls up the sleeves on his crisp white shirt.

As I stand and watch, I can’t help but feel a surge of electricity zooming into my cock. Nico is incredibly hot, there’s no denying that. But there’s something extra-sexy about seeing him in his pristine shirt and expensively tailored tight black trousers and still ready to get messy and help me out in the kitchen.

‘Where do I start?’ Nico enquires, standing behind me and wrapping his hands around my waist. ‘Got anything that needs kneading? That’s a bakery thing, right?’

‘ Ha ! Daddy!’ I reply, pushing my ass back onto Nico’s crotch and feeling the unmistakable thickness of Nico’s thumpingly hard Daddy dick. ‘I guess I’ve got something that could do with a firm kneading…’

Before I have time to say anything more, Nico’s hands are unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling down my shorts – and my briefs too.

‘How about some lubrication…’ Nico says, reaching over and taking the can of squirty cream and spraying a thick layer of whipped cream over the length of my rock-hard shaft. ‘Taste test time…’

‘Daddy, this is naughty,’ I squeal, gasping as I look down and watch Nico licking my shaft clean, his stubbly face quickly smeared with cream. ‘Can I do something for you?’

‘Not yet, boy,’ Daddy replies, taking the bottle of maple syrup and unscrewing the cap. ‘Turn around and bend yourself over the work surface. I think your sweet little butt needs to get even sweeter….’

I know what’s coming my way.

I know it’s going to feel incredible.

But nothing can prepare me for just how good it feels as Daddy parts my exposed ass cheeks and then trickles the stickiest, sweetest maple syrup over my puckered ass hole.

‘Simply too good not to taste,’ Nico says, a wicked mischief in his voice as he teases his tongue over my butt and makes me whimper and hold on tight to the solid oak work surface as he laps and whips his tongue with expert precision.

‘Daddy, I need your dick inside me,’ I say, my cheeks flushing red as the words come out of my mouth. ‘Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Making me beg for more. Please… I need your dick right now.’

‘Your wish is my command, chef,’ Nico growls, giving his tongue one more lap around the sensitive rim of my ass hole. ‘But let’s just make sure that my dick has enough slip and slide on it to match up with that tight little ass of yours.’

I arch my head around and watch as Daddy pours some maple syrup onto his wide, thick dick head and then lets it trickle down the full length of his shaft too. If I wasn’t about to take it all inside my ass, I’d want nothing more than to get down onto my knees and gobble it into my mouth instead.

‘Now let’s fuck,’ Daddy barks, firmly gripping my shoulders and bending my torso fully onto the oak work surface. ‘Hold on tight, Daddy’s in the mood to go hard.’

‘Give me everything ,’ I say, my voice a mixture of pure lust and a little sprinkling of fear too.

Before I know it, I’m letting out a long, uninhibited groan of carnal pleasure as I feel my syrup-covered ass hole taking Nico’s monstrously hard cock inside. And it doesn’t take too much longer before I’m doing my best to push back against Daddy’s increasingly hard and fast thrusts too.

I’m so lost in the moment that even when I remember that Nico didn’t actually lock the front door, I don’t care. If someone walks into the bakery right now and sees me taking everything my Daddy’s got, then I’ll just have to deal with it. All I can think about it how incredible it feels to be getting my brains fucked out by a man like Nico.

‘More! More!’ I cry out as Nico dips his hands in a bowl of flour and begins to spank my ass as he thrusts. ‘I’ve been a bad boy. I need to be fucked until I’m good again!’

I almost can’t believe how filthily my mind is working – and even more so that I’m letting the words tumble out of my mouth with such wild abandon.

But this is just the effect that my Daddy has on me.

And as I feel his thrusts build to a huge crescendo, it’s clear that I have a big effect on him too…

‘Fuck… keep… working… that… ass…,’ Nico groans as I feel his hot seed shoot up inside me. ‘Damn it, you’re too hot. Holy crap, Eddie…’

I giggle and roll my eyes back as Nico leaves his dick deep inside me and pushes my button all the way to climax.

‘D-D-D-D-D-Daddy…’ I say, my legs trembling and my cock spurting hot, thick cum. ‘You’ve… wow… I can’t speak…’

Time seems to stand still as Nico holds me tight and keeps his cock firmly planted all the way inside me. I’ve never had pleasure like this before. Not even close, in fact. There’s something about Nico that just works for me in a way that I didn’t think I’d ever get to experience in real life.

But there’s no escaping the fact that Nico is real.

I wouldn’t change a single thing about him, or this moment.

However now that we’ve both had our orgasms, I think I need to face reality at least a little bit and get that front door locked. The last thing I want is my customers worrying about what they’re eating every time they bite into one of my creamy eclairs!