A Daddy for Alexi by Joe Satoria

8. WARREN

He stood, so perfectly. His fingers rubbing against the fabric of the onesie.

“Do you want help undressing?” I asked.

He smiled, looking away. He nodded. “You’ve done this before?”

I had, and I didn’t like to think of exes, even if they had been years ago, I didn’t like to think of those times. Alexi was different, the same kink but a different flavour.

Still seated, I hooked a finger into the front of the dungarees and pulled him closer. There were two clasps at either side of the dungarees, keeping them up.

Pulling the button from the first, the dungarees dropped slightly. I pressed the back of my hand at the midriff beneath his crop top. I could feel his heart racing at the touch.

“Do you like this?” I asked as my hand travelled to his nipple. They were hard to the touch. “You’re so soft and smooth.”

“Thank you,” he said. He gulped. I could see him trying to mask it, shuffling on his feet. “I like it when you do that.”

I pulled at the button clasp of the other side of his dungarees. It fell to the side, pulling with it the front and back panel to the outfit. It sat by his waist for only a moment. The dungarees were probably a medium, and he was a small. They dropped to his feet moments later.

Up both legs, he wore matching stockings. They were connected by elastic suspenders. He was basically naked. I looked up to him, from his torso to the gloss on his lips and the shine to his cheeks. He pulled the onesie to his crotch, hiding himself.

“Can I see?” I was already madly attracted to him. The fact he was wearing lacy underwear only got my arousal going. It was easy to conceal an erection in black jeans. He wasn’t looking away. His eyes were focused on me, staring intently into mine. His lips pressed together; he was trying not to speak.

He hummed.

“Move this,” I said, tapping a hand at the onesie, “for daddy.”

Shaved. From what I could see of his body, he was hairless. He was still dressed in the crop top and the underwear, but he was naked.

His cock filled the lace panties in the front, the tip sticking out at the waist band. “Do they make you feel sexy?” I asked him.

Alexi opened his mouth, his tongue in turmoil pressed at the roof. “Yeah.”

“You look sexy,” I said. Reaching out, I traced a hand down from his chest to the waistband of the panties. I hooked my finger into the lace. It didn’t feel cheap. His cock was growing. His face blushing. “Maybe you do want to jump ahead to it.”

“Can I—can I see you—undress?” he asked, softly. His words like sweet honey on my ears and that only stirred in my cock.

“You want to sit down while I undress for you?” I asked. That would mean switching positions. “You’re a good boy, so I’ll do it for a kiss.”

Alexi dipped his head to meet mine. A soft kiss on the lips. His eyes were closed. I watched him, the heat from his face radiating on mine.

We exchanged places; Alexi sat with the onesie over his forming erection.

“How do you like daddy?” I asked. “Trousers first? Or t-shirt? Maybe I could even start with my socks?”

He licked at his lips. He was excited, I could tell. He didn’t need to answer, he just wanted to watch, and that was absolutely fine. I didn’t mind him not saying a word. I did enjoy putting on a show.

I started with the t-shirt.

Alexi gasped.

I had a hairy chest, thickest on my pecs, but the hair thinned out down my abdomen. I placed the t-shirt on top of the onesie. He immediately pulled it up to face, inhaling.

“I used to have a nipple ring,” I said, running a hand down my chest. “I want you to touch it.”

He leaned forward. I guided his hand, feeling my hard nipple and what felt like a small bubble or ball inside it, it was from where my nipple had healed since the piercing.

“How do I smell?” I asked, my hand at my trouser zipper.

“Like aftershave,” he said, “that’s my favourite.”

I had sprayed myself in enough aftershave cologne to knock out a small village, but he was huffing it like there was a secret store of poppers tucked inside.

The jeans were tight. They didn’t drop like his dungarees did. They required me to actively pull them. His eyes were fixed on me. I wore a pair of tight grey briefs, and I could feel my cock strained against the side of the underwear. Once my trousers were off, I was stood in nothing but my underwear; I looked back to Alexi’s smiling face and tongue prodded between his lips.

“You like?” I asked, raising my hands.

Like a kid in a candy store, his eyes zipped up and down my body. His toes curling as he pressed the t-shirt and onesie harder over his cock.

With a thumb in the waistband of my underwear, I noticed a damp grey patch where precum had seeped through. Perhaps that’s what had got his excitement roused. I liked to think so. “Are you still hungry?” I asked, “because daddy has something to feed you.” I wanted him to stuff his face with my cock all the way to the base of my pubes.

He nodded. “I’m—I’m really hungry now.”

The wet patch was teasing him. He still hadn’t seen my cock, although mostly outlined with my balls, pushing it to the front of the underwear. He probably had a pretty good mental picture of it.

“Will you kneel for me?”

I didn’t need to ask again. Alexi continued to press the clothes at his cock. He was on his knees. His eyes looking up at me. His fingers were gentle on my thighs, one at either side. He was waiting for me to take off my underwear. I teased him with it, pulling with my cock inside, pushing it down. His eyes lighting up at the sight of the shaft. It popped out, bouncing at my groin.

The foreskin pulled back to reveal the light pink head. It bounced and throbbed with a life of its own.

He looked at me as if to ask for permission. Of course, he was actually waiting for permission. “You can try it,” I said, “let me know how it tastes.”

That was all he needed before his lips were around my cock and all the shyness I’d seen him exhibit seemed to leave his system. One hand cupped at my balls and another to guide the cock in his mouth. All while he looked at me. He was still in his crop top, and I couldn’t see his cock, although it looked like he was humping the small pile of clothes.

I placed a hand on my head and another on his shoulder, feeling the rhythm of him against me. Gently pulling him away with the part of his hair tied up. He licked his lips before wiping them with the back of a hand. “It tastes good.”

“Come with me.”

We couldn’t do this in the living room, and not because of the window looking outside that was only partially obscured from view by slats in the blinds, but because he was too precious to be fucking on the living room sofa. He deserved to be in bed, spread out.

“Sit on the bed,” I said.

Alexi followed instruction well. Sitting on the end of the bed. I knelt before him. Parting his legs, he couldn’t obscure his cock at all now. I ran my fingers up the length of the stockings.

“I bet you have a really nice outfit to go with this, don’t you?” I asked.

He hummed, chewing on his bottom lip and nodding. “Do you like them?”

“It’s feels nice, soft,” I said, my hands slow to climb from his knees to inside of his thighs. He didn’t have large balls, but they were coming out of the side of the underwear. “Do you like that?” I knew he liked it. I could see it on his cock, the way it was obscured by the fabric. He was excited.

I slipped my fingers at either side of the underwear. I pulled them down over his cock. He moaned as everything he’d been trying to hide was in sight. His eyes closed as his thighs clenched slightly, closing around my arm.

“Why do you try and hide yourself?” I asked, parting his legs again with little force.

“Because—because—” the words in the back of his throat, “I don’t want to cum yet.”

“Aw.” I ran my finger up the side of his thigh, pulling the underwear down. “Well, I hope you won’t cum yet.”

He nodded. “I promise.”

“Good boys cum when they’re told they can cum,” I said, “and you’re a good boy.”

He nodded. “I’m the best boy.”

His cock in my face, I opened my mouth and with my tongue I accepted him inside. He let out another smaller moan, watching him. His eyes were closed. I felt the liquid precum on the tip of my tongue from the tip of his cock. I lapped it up, taking it further as I pressed my tongue inside the foreskin.

“Ok,” he let out, touching at my shoulder.

His skin tasted like mint body wash. Removing his cock from my mouth, I licked him. My tongue guiding up his navel. Alexi squirmed, giggling. I continued, pushing off my knees. I gently pushed him back onto the bed.

Guiding my hands beneath his crop top, I tugged it free over his head. “Let’s take this off.” It revealed his tiny beige nipples.

“Will you be gentle?” he asked.

My cock throbbed, looking at his pouting face and wide eyes. I leaned over him, pressing my head in the nook between his shoulder and neck. “I’ll go slow,” I whispered, “I’ll be gentle.” Kissing at his neck, he let out another light giggle. My hand caressing the soft skin down the side of his torso.

Up on the bed, Alexi laid with his head on the pillow. The lace underwear and stockings on the floor. His legs were completely smooth. “You shave them?” I asked.

Squeezing his legs together as his erection throbbed below his belly button. “Sometimes,” he said, “do you like them?”

His skin was soft like silk. No wonder he was shy, he was delicate; he was afraid of damage.

“Slow,” I said, “I’ll go slow.”

“Do you have—” he paused.

I stepped off the bed to grab a condom. “Anything,” I replied with a smile, “whatever you want.”

“A teddy.” He broke eye contact. His hand writhed down his torso to cover his cock.

The only teddy I had was a plush green dinosaur; it went with the onesie. “I—I have one.”

I don’t think he cared that it wasn’t a teddy bear. Presenting it him from the wardrobe, he opened his arms with his grabby hands, begging for it. He cuddled it close to his chest, biting at his lip. My cock was unrelenting, bouncing with life; left to right, up and down.

On the bed, I lifted his legs. A finger wet with saliva, I pressed it against his tight shaved hole. His eyes lighting up, his arms clutching at the teddy harder in his arms. I placed my tongue to it, pushing into his hole. He really hadn’t been fucked in a while.

“Is that ok?” I asked, resuming to place a finger at his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you, you’re really tight.”

“I want you—I want you—I want you inside me,” he said, “please.”

I wasn’t a vampire, but receiving a formal invite to enter him was more than enough to grab the condom wrapper from the bedside table, and plenty of silicone-based lube. A little pea-sized squirt on a finger to touch his hole with, and then once more with the condom over my cock.

Alexi had eager eyes, on the verge of wanting to beg.

I hooked an arm around his legs, pushing them up to rest on my shoulder. Leaning on his legs and raising his ass from the bed. I continued to look into his eyes, my hand on my cock and another to find the hole. The tip teased him, spreading the lube, expanding him with just the head. I was slow, gently entering.

“Is that ok?”

“I want all of you in me.”

“All?”

He nodded.

He didn’t need to ask twice. Leaning deeper on his legs, I pressed on my hips until the base was at his cheeks. His mouth was wide, his lip trembling. He wasn’t flexible enough for me to push all the way back and insert my tongue inside his mouth. I tried.

As I fucked him, I felt the stress drip away with each pulse of his hole clenching, coaxing out the precum into the condom.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” he let out, his hands clenching the teddy.

“Not yet.”

I pulled out and turned him over. His pale ass sticking up in the air. I spread his cheeks to see the hole. It was open and glossy with lube. Placing my finger inside, I felt the warmth of his ring trying to clamp around it. His body was begging for me.

The tip of my cock in the condom slipped back inside his hole. I pushed gently on my hips, listening to his moans. Laying out across him, I placed a hand on his head, turning it to mine.

Kissing him, I continued to fuck, soft and gentle. Pushing my hairy chest against his back.

“I want to fill you up,” I said in his ear, “do you want daddy to fill you up?”

He hummed. “Please, daddy. Ple—” he let out a moan, his hole clenching and throbbing around my cock.

I came, filling the condom inside him, pressing it deeper and pulling gently. I continued like his clenched hole was a hand squeezing out yoghurt from a tube.

Through a soft voice as I laid with the added pressure of my body on him. “I came,” he said.

I kissed him on the side of the head. “Let me clean up,” I said, pulling my cock out. It was soft inside the condom.

Alexi turned over. The glossy cum up his chest and damp on the sheets. “Thank you.” He continued to cling to the teddy.

I felt like a new man. “You want to shower with me? I’ll get us some towels.” He looked at me, smiling.

He was precious.