14. Patrick

Chapter fourteen

Patrick

W e had to sprint back to the cabin before the skies opened and unleashed a torrent of rain.

Despite making the hundred-yard dash in record-breaking time, we were both soaked through as the sky released its contents onto us. Getting wet seemed to be a theme lately.

However, for the first time since Allan had come to stay with me, we were both laughing at the foolishness of the situation.

"Come on," I gestured for us to go toward my bedroom. "Let's get these wet clothes off and have some fun."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, I am so sure." I said, smiling ear to ear. "But, if you're not…"

"I want to do some wild things with you, but I want to make sure that you're really okay with all this, and that you'll continue to teach me," said Allan.

"Wait, are you taking an interest in all this? Every task I've given you over the last week you've done rather well, considering, but you always seem so…deflated, uninterested, even angry."

"That's because I feel like I'm failing you. I'm frustrated that it's not perfect. I'm angry at myself for not being able to do anything right."

"Oh, Allan," I pulled him close to me and kissed his lips. He hadn't shaved since he'd arrived and the three-day scruff he'd sported when I first recovered his body from the Fae island had thickened into the beginnings of a beard. In complete difference to my own, his facial hair was soft and pliable. The whiskers were blond around the bottom of his lip and darkened toward the chin.

His mustache was also a tad lighter than the hair on his cheeks. I'd seen other guys with similar coloring and always found it rather intriguing. Now this beautiful creature stood here in my kitchen, and I was about to have sex with him.

"My little fledgling…we rarely if ever get things right on the first try. And as with anything in life, practice makes perfect. An artist doesn't create a masterpiece the first time he sets a brush to a canvas, and an author doesn't compose a literary work with their first novel. How could you ever expect to achieve greatness with a power you don't know how to tap into?

"It will come. I promise you. And I will be here to teach you." I kissed Allan again, deeply, and as I did, he melted into my arms. I held him close, our wet clothes now cold, stuck to our skin. "Come on." I nodded toward my bedroom.

"Daddy Patrick, you are one sexy beast."

"Daddy, huh?"

"Oh yeah."

"Come get naked with Daddy."

As the storm raged outside, we gave in to our primal nature.

I tugged on the bottom of Allan's T-shirt as he hoisted his arms into the air. The wet garment fought against me as it stuck to his skin, but I was determined to get him unclothed.

I pitched his shirt into the corner then turned to see Allan still standing there with his arms still above his head.

His armpits on full display lured me in. I stuck my face into them and inhaled Allan's scent, then licked the hair and skin.

Allan moaned.

When I pulled away, Allan wrapped his arms around his torso, rubbing the wet skin as it met the cool air in the cabin.

"Don't worry, I'll warm you up."

Kneeling, I began to undo his belt buckle while running my tongue over his turgid nipples. Gooseflesh erupted all around them and I couldn't help but nibble.

"Oh fuck, yes, please." Allan pushed my head into his chest.

My fingers got the belt undone and quickly dealt with the flimsy plastic button and zipper of the summer board shorts. It wasn't long until his cock lay in my hand, pulsing, throbbing, and bobbing.

He was uncut, and as I stroked him, the skin pulled back, then covered the head again. It was a decent-sized piece of meat, with a slight bend, and he already glistened from the pre-come he had oozed with excitement.

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna explode."

I grinned. "So then, come all over me."

"Not a chance. Way too early." Allan took over and undressed me, pulling my button-up shirt off, then pulling apart the button fly. The minute my shorts were down around my thighs, my cock stood straight out proud as hell and prominently on display. Allan's mouth opened to form a small o.

"What?"

"My gods. That thing is a beast."

"What do you mean? I know it's hefty, but it's not that big."

"Patrick, that's the largest cock I've ever seen. Look." He wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft.

It was all I could do to remain standing up. His hand felt so good wrapped around my dick.

"I can't get my fingers to touch."

"Betcha it wouldn't fit in your mouth." I winked at him as a tease… and a suggestion.

Allan glanced up at me and smiled a devious grin.

"Well, I should really try." He dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the crown of my dick. I could feel his tongue as it licked my slit. Then he stroked my cock as he expertly plunged my meat into his mouth.

At one point, he'd swallowed the whole thing with his nose buried into my pubic hair. He stayed there until I became worried that he would choke to death. But I could feel his warm tongue on the underside of my dick and his throat muscles swallowing, essentially milking me.

He pulled off, sucking in air as my cock fell out of his mouth.

My dick dripped with saliva.

He ran his hand over the shaft and head. It felt so damn good.

"Let's crawl onto the bed," I said as I pulled him down on top of me.

We lay like that for a long time, kissing, hands exploring, tasting flesh as it was offered.

"I want to suck your cock some more," he begged.

"Turn around. It's all yours."

Allan did as instructed, and my meat was once again treated to his lapping tongue and warm mouth. His hands cupped my balls, then he grabbed them and gently tugged on them.

I moaned. I loved that.

Allan's ass was pointing toward me, so I took advantage of the positioning.

I spread his cheeks and leaned forward so I could tongue his hole.

His pink pucker clenched the second my tongue touched it, and he whimpered. Taking that as a sign of enjoyment, I went to town. I spread his cheeks as far apart as I possibly could, then rammed my tongue into his waiting hole, chewing and nibbling until he popped off my cock and sat down on my face, allowing me to give him the best beard ride of his life.

Reaching around, I grabbed his cock and stroked it.

"Oh, my gods, Patrick. Fuck yes." His hips thrust slightly, as he obviously enjoyed his rim job. "Fuck me. Please, you can do whatever else you want after, but I need you to fuck me."

I pushed his ass off me so I could speak. "Glad to oblige, but then I'm going to ask you to do the same."

That stopped him cold. He flipped around, straddling me, my rock-hard cock pressing up against his wet asshole.

As soon as he realized where he'd positioned himself, he ground his butt into me.

"You like to get fucked?" he asked.

"Of course!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Absolutely!"

"This is the best damn day of my life." He bent forward and kissed me. I wondered if he could taste his ass on my tongue.

He eased his butt down onto my cock and pushed the tip inside.

He sat up, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

"Fuck, you are so thick. I'm going to need a lot of lube."

"Wait till you see what I have." I chuckled, then twisted to reach for the side table, opened the drawer, and pulled out a bottle of salve and a condom.

"Turn around for me. Put the condom on my rod while I grease your hole."

I unscrewed the jar, stuck a finger into the salve, and then eased my digit into his hole. The minute the salve hit the tender flesh, Allan inhaled.

"What is that?" he cooed.

"Special witch lube."

"It feels…hot? No, that's not right. It's tingly, but… That's the wildest sensation I have ever felt."

"It's magicked. It numbs, so you don't feel any pain, but it also relaxes, so I can stretch you out to the widest you've ever been."

"Oh, Daddy!"

I chuckled.

Allan flipped around, as he guided my cock back toward his waiting hole.

True to what I had said, it didn't take him long to sit all the way down. His bubble-butt cheeks wriggled against my nut sack.

With closed eyes, his upper teeth biting his lower lip, and his hands grabbing my pecs, Allan pushed himself up and down, up, and down slowly, then increased the rhythm until he bounced like a gymnast on a trampoline.

His warm, tight hole gripped my cock. It had been so long since I'd had this kind of action, and it felt so damn good. So right.

I grabbed Allan's hips, held him still, then raised him up just enough so I could thrust up into him.

"Holy fuck!" He screamed out as I banged his hole.

I slowed down, not wanting to blow. Not yet. I flipped him over so he lay on his back and continued to fuck him but wrapped him up in my arms, his legs entwined around my waist, and as we kissed, I fucked him slowly.

Burying my head into the crook of his neck, I sucked on the flesh there. His legs clamped around my midsection, and his arms tightened in their embrace.

"This is so amazing."

I lifted my head.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it. Can we switch? I want to feel you inside of me." I whispered into his ear.

I wasn't sure if it was the words, or the sensation of my breath against his earlobe, but his entire body shivered as his skin pebbled.

"I'd love that."

Within minutes, he had my hole lubed with the same magical salve, and his cock wrapped in rubber as he slid into me.

It had been years since anyone had breached my hole, but as he shoved himself all way in while I was on my hands and knees, the slight bend in his cock rubbed up against my prostate.

"Oh fuck, Allan, right there. Just move back and forth, right like that."

He did as I asked.

I didn't last long—less than a couple of minutes.

With his cock filling me up and gently massaging my prostate, I didn't even have to touch myself.

The tingle in my tummy and the sensation of my nut sack pulling up toward my body… I knew.

"I'm gonna come. Holy fuck, I'm gonna come."

"Do it!"

As Allan thrust into me, my groin muscles tightened, spewing ropes of white cream out from me and coating the bed sheets. I hadn't even touched myself.

Still hard as a rock, Allan continued to thrust, but slowly, until I finally spasmed and shivered, indicating I was done.

He pulled out, made me roll onto my back, then straddled me, presented his erection, and said, "Finish me off, Daddy."

"Gladly."

Again, it didn't take long. I gripped his cock in one hand and wrapped his balls into a gentle but firm grip, tugging them ever so slightly as I stroked.

"Oh shit," he said.

I opened my mouth and leaned forward to try to catch everything I could.

He sprayed me. Come went everywhere: in my hair, on the headboard, into the pillows, but mostly in my mouth.

And he tasted divine.