Seventeen Tobias

What was happening to me? More importantly, why was I letting this continue? And why was I enjoying it?

I should be repulsed by my actions. I was straight. I'd only been with women my entire life.

Everything happened at lightning speed. One moment I was pulling Abel away from the view of some passing guards, then he was about to kiss me. It was my quick reflexes that prevented his lips from planting on mine. I stared at my hand wrapped around Abel's dick. It was thick, long, and hard. I'm holding another man's cock.

I closed my eyes, summoning what was left of my self-control to stop this. It was a wasted effort after hearing Abel beg me to touch him. Twice.

"It's okay," he said, forcing the words out of his lips. His voice was raspy from my hold on his neck.

I looked up at his red face and released my grip but kept my hand on the base of his neck where it met his damp chest.

"I won't tell if you won't."

Fuck if that only made me want him more. He's a guy and your best friend's son, my brain reminded me in a last-ditch attempt to knock sense into my body.

"Please," Abel begged again.

I slid my hand all the way down to the base of his shaft.

"Fuck …" Abel's eyes rolled back, fluttering through partially closed lids.

I ran my hand from his chest up to his chin, forcing his head up.

"Don't stop," he whispered when I let go of his cock. He attempted to look down, perhaps to check where my hand had gone, but I tightened my grip on his neck once again. Goosebumps covered his neck, and an incoherent protest escaped his beautiful red lips. Abel shivered under my touch when I cupped his balls. I tugged them away from the base of his cock, revealing the entire length of his impressive dick. I wonder what he tastes like? No fucking way I was sticking that piece in my month. No fucking way. I slid my palm up to the head of his dick, spreading the leaking pre-cum from the slit with my thumb.

He gasped, his legs shaking.

"Do you like that, boy?" The question left my mouth before I could stop myself. I let go of his neck momentarily, allowing him to speak.

"Yes," he panted. "Very much, Tobias."

That was close to what I wanted to hear, but not quite. Dominance during sex turned me the fuck on. The power play was what got me off—one of the few kinks I had when it came to pleasing and being pleased. I lowered my head to his ear then bit his lobe. "It's Daddy to you. You hear that, boy?"

He nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Daddy."

Music to my ears. "Good boy." I rubbed my thumb across the head of his cock while spitting saliva on it. Abel's legs twitched from my touch, his cock flexing. "You have a big dick, boy." I twisted up and down his shaft, occasionally releasing my choke on him enough for him to catch his breath. I kept an even pace, twisting and tugging his hard cock.

"Faster," he groaned. His legs twitched uncontrollably. "I wanna come."

"No," I said, stopping mid-stroke. My hand traveled up to his chest, pinching his pink nipple.

Abel winced. "Ahhh."

"Shhh!" I muffled his voice with my hand.

He bobbed his head.

"I'll tell you when you can shoot your load," I whispered in his ear before darting my tongue to lick his neck. The taste of him made my cock swell. I glanced down at my jeans—the zipper was halfway down from the pressure of my thickening erection. "Do you understand that?"

"Yes," Abel answered.

"Yes, what?" I clamped his nipple harder, causing him to squirm.

"Yes, Daddy."

I tapped his cheeks before resuming my slow torment.

"Thank you, Daddy," he uttered when my hand got reacquainted with his slick cock. "I'll be a good boy for you."

Abel had no clue what his words were doing to me. Demanding that he call me Daddy had been an experiment to see how the label would sound coming from a man, and somehow that single word sounded fucking incredible coming from him. Abel knew how to play the part too. I didn't know my way around dicks other than mine, so I did what I knew would send me over the edge. I shortened my strokes, focusing on the head of his dick. I knew based on personal experience that the slower pace would keep his orgasm at bay. I rubbed circles around the head of his cock with my thumb.

Abel reached down to take his dick.

"What is that?" I asked before swatting his hand away.

"Sorry, but I wanna come," he said.

"Not until I say so." I released his neck and pushed his chin up. "Open your eyes and look at me."

The sight of him drunk in lust turned me on in ways I never thought possible.

Abel whimpered, moaning in agreement. I held his chest; his skin was scorching hot. I pushed him back against the wall. "Hands behind your head," I ordered, pressing my cheek against his. "Now."

As expected, he obeyed, cradling the back of his neck with his hands, exposing all of him. He was so far gone, he would've jumped off the cliff if I asked him to.

I stepped backward, admiring the vision of ecstasy in front of me, but I hesitated to continue. I shouldn't proceed. This was a colossal mistake; one that I could never come back from. But his pull was too strong for the push coming from the last ounce of rationale from my brain.

Abel's pants at his ankles, with his hands around the nape of his neck and a fully erect cock, was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen. He took my breath away. The ridges of his hard muscles and soft skin were driving me insane, and he smelled fucking incredible—hints of mint and pine mixed with bad decisions. I thought I'd freak out because it wasn't the sweet floral fragrance I'd come to know. But I couldn't get enough of it into my lungs.

I swallowed hard and began teasing his cock, gliding my hand from base to tip, twisting whenever I reached the head of his swollen dick. I mixed up my speed with swift jerks and painfully slow caresses, and the way Abel's body reacted to my torment was enough for me to keep going forever.

"I'm getting close," Abel hummed, peering down at his cock with his mouth wide open.

I released my hold on him and slapped his dick instead.

"Ahh!" His cock bounced a couple of times against his lower abs. He bucked his hips as if begging me to continue. Short, rapid breaths escaped his mouth. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Not yet," I said. Waiting for his breathing to slow, I played with his balls, squeezing and tugging. Torn from playing with his balls or jacking him off, I pinched his nipple instead. There was too much to explore and very little time. I wanted this moment to last because it would never happen again.

I resumed edging Abel when his trembling subsided. Ignoring my stiff cock and need to release, my attention homed in on his dick once again. I spat on his shaft for more lubrication. I wonder what it tastes like?

The incoherent sounds coming out of Abel were intoxicating. His eyes rolled back, hiding his baby blues. His muscles were tense, causing the veins running across his well-defined obliques to pop. "I'm so close …" His legs started to quiver. "Very close."

I again loosened my grip on his length, tormenting the undershaft of his cock with feather-like caresses.

"I wanna come. Please let me come," he begged.

"Not until I say." I leaned closer to him, our chests almost touching. The humid evening made his skin glisten. "Do you like that?" I whispered, biting the lobe of his ear. Beads of my own sweat dripped down his shoulder. I had complete power over him, yanking him between pleasure and agony.

The pre-cum leaking out of the slit of his head doubled at each stroke. "Yes. It feels so fucking good," he murmured. "So good."

I was incredible at pleasing my lovers. Making sure they were satisfied—multiple times on several occasions—was my priority. Mind-blowing orgasms were something I could provide. Beyond sex, I lacked anything of value to offer. They would abandon me sooner or later, but they would not forget how I made them feel. How I made them beg for pleasure. How I took them closer to the edge over and over again before they screamed my name in euphoria.

"Lemme come," Abel pleaded. His sweat-covered face contorted. I didn't have to order him to look at me when he came because his languid eyes were already trained on mine. He would finish with the image of only my face. In this moment, he was mine.

Finally taking pity on him, I stroked his cock with a steady rhythm using more of his pre-cum and my saliva. "Come for me, boy!"

"Tobias," Abel moaned. Three seconds and two pumps later, he hit my leg with his massive load. He continued to spew, soaking my hand with his release. "Daddy!" He rested his head on my chest. "That was fucking insane."

It was the hottest thing I'd ever done. I'd rather die than admit that out loud.

"We need to go," I said when Abel's breathing had steadied.

"What about you?" He lifted his head and met my eyes.

"What about me?" I asked, taking a couple of steps back. I picked up his shirt from the ground and tossed it to him. I couldn't even remember him taking it off.

"Let me finish you off," he said.

"No!"

"But—"

"We have to go."