Big Boy by Skyler Snow
Day: Wednesday
Time: 9:00 pm
Breakfast: Protein shake before class
Lunch: Grilled chicken sandwich and a salad with one TB of Italian dressing (courtesy of Daddy)
Dinner: Chicken soup and oyster crackers (courtesy of Daddy again!)
"Hey, Mom."
"Carter." She sounded surprised. "You picked up."
"Yeah." We were both silent for a while. "What's up?"
"Nothing. I was wondering if you were coming over for dinner this Sunday. I'm making your favorite. Chicken alfredo, garlic bread, steamed broccoli, and peach cobbler for dessert."
Yeah, I would probably get a fourth of those things on my plate. She would arrange each one neatly, only letting me get what equated to a sample of them. And that wasn't my favorite meal. If she knew anything about me she would know I preferred lasagna, bread, green beans, and apple pie. How little did she pay attention to me?
"I don't know," I muttered. "Samuel and I might have plans."
I wasn't sure if we did or didn't, but I wasn't about to admit that to her. My mom wanted me to come to dinner again, but I wasn’t so sure. If we went she would probably say something to piss Samuel off again and I would be happy to be taken away with him. Because honestly, I was sick of it too.
"You never want to come around," she muttered.
"I wonder why," I mumbled back.
"What?"
"Nothing," I said quickly. God, I couldn't hurt her feelings! She was my mom, I just wasn’t able to do that to her. "Mom, I have to get to my workout for the day. Okay?"
"Alright." She was quiet for a minute. "I love you, Carter."
"Love you too."
I hung up the phone and walked into Aaron's studio. There were people already sitting on the floor stretching and I took up my spot near the front of the class.
"There he is!" Aaron called before he came over and clapped me on the back. "You ready to sweat?"
"Let's do it," I smiled as I sat my things to the side. "Lead the way, teacher."
Aaron grinned. "Don't worry by the end of the day you'll either love me or hate me for what I'm about to put you through."
The evil laugh he gave as he walked away made me shake my head. Leave it up to Aaron to have some diabolical plans in store. I sat on the floor and started to stretch. A pleasant burn crawled up the back of my thighs and I leaned into it. Samuel and I had both decided that this was where I was supposed to be. The gym was fine, but it wasn't the same as Aaron's studio. Here, I had fun. So I spent most of my time in the studio and two days a week I worked out with my Daddy. It was the perfect setup.
As Aaron started the class, I let everything else go. Maybe I would go and see my family on Sunday or maybe I would fight it. Who knows? Right now I grabbed the pole, pushed my shoulders back to convey that confidence, and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I imagined Sam gazing, his warm, brown eyes on me as he watched me turn and twist and slide. Yeah, this was definitely giving me more confidence than I'd ever had before.
I loved it.
"Hey, Naomi."
The woman behind the desk smiled at me. I now knew she was Sam’s friend and ever since we’d made up she was a hell of a lot nicer. "Samuel doesn't have a client for a good hour or so. He's in his office."
I’d never been to his office before. We always met on the first floor and went directly into the gym. "Where can I find it?"
"Second floor, third door on your right. Hey, Carter?" She called when I started to walk toward the elevators. "I'm sorry about how I acted before. Samuel is a good friend of mine and I don't want to see him get hurt."
I smiled at her. "No, I understand that. I promise I'm not going to cause him any pain." Even thinking about him made the smile on my face grow. "Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm falling for him."
She gasped. "What!"
My face burned as I ran back to her. "Shit, don't tell him that, okay? I'm not ready yet!" I groaned and wiped a hand down my face. "But yeah, Sam is everything I've ever wanted. I want to make him happy."
Naomi grinned at me. "I think you're what he needs," she said. "Go on and see him. I'll give him a ring and let him know you're on the way."
"Thank you."
I headed to the elevator feeling even better than I did before. My workout with Aaron, my shower, and a fresh change of clothes made me feel warm and comfortable. I stepped into the elevator and caught a glimpse of my huge grin in the mirrors that filled the small box. I looked way happier than I ever had before and it was exhilarating.
The elevator dinged and I stepped off of it, counting the doors before I stopped in front of one. I rapped my knuckles against the wood and waited impatiently. Eventually, I heard a familiar voice saying 'come in.' Gripping the knob, I turned it and stepped into Sam's office. It looked nice with a huge desk and a black couch against one of the walls. Everything was done in warm tones, oranges and reds, and Sam looked at home in the space.
"Hey, baby," Samuel grinned at me. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I would visit you."
I walked over to him and he stood up before pulling me into his arms. His plump, warm lips enveloped mine and I caved against him helplessly. Sam was the one that had decided that I should start taking Aaron's classes full time instead of the gym. I loved him for that. Although I did end up missing him more. Following him around the gym was how we’d first bonded.
“I’m glad you're here," Sam pressed another long kiss against my lips. "Are you sticking around for a while?"
"Yeah. Or is that okay?" I jutted a thumb over my shoulder. "I can go if you're busy."
"No, I'm not busy." He waved a hand to his desk. "I have paperwork to do and some forms to fill out online. Can you lock the door?"
"Yes, Daddy."
I went back and threw the lock before I walked over to the desk. Daddy patted his thighs and I knew he wanted me to take a seat. Every time he wanted me to sit on him my stomach did flip-flops.
What if I hurt him?
One look into his eyes and I saw him daring me to be defiant. I gulped thickly. Damn, Daddy really knew how to make me nervous and put me in line with only a look. I walked over and sat on his lap. Sam adjusted himself before he wrapped an arm around my waist.
"This is awesome, sweet boy, but I want you to take your pants down first. And give me the lube and condoms from the top drawer."
My eyes widened. "A-are we having sex?"
"Not quite. Like I said, I have to work, baby. Give them to me."
Oh, I loved when he gave me an order and he knew it. I stood up and pulled my pants and underwear down before I dug out lube and condoms. While I held the condom, I hesitated giving it to him.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Can...can you do whatever you want to do without the condom? I've been tested and all of my results were negative. And you already showed me yours. I don't want to use it, Daddy."
Sam chuckled. "You want my dick in you raw?"
My cock twitched. "Yes, Daddy," I groaned. "I want to feel all of you."
His hands squeezed my hips. "If you're comfortable so am I. Just the lube then."
My heart skipped a beat as I poured lube into his palm. I reached back and wrapped my hand around my Daddy’s cock. He groaned and bucked against me a few times until he was stiff and ready to slide into me. I took a moment to make sure my hole was wet before I was ready.
"Okay, sit down," Sam said.
I swallowed thickly and lowered myself onto his cock. As always, he speared my hole, spreading me open as he sank inside of me inch after inch. I finally settled on his thighs and he reached into a drawer pulling something out before he handed it to me.
"Thought you'd like this so I picked one up for you."
My mouth dropped open. "A Switch!" I powered it up and started scrolling through the games. "I love this, thank you."
"You're welcome." He chuckled. "Now, hold still and let Daddy work."
That was easier said than done! Every time I wiggled or squirmed, his big, thick cock rubbed against all the right places and I let out a moan. I moved around a little and he dug his nails into my hip forcing me to be still like a good boy. A whimper left my lips.
"Daddy, please."
"I told you I have to work," he said sternly. "Wait a little longer. I just want you to keep my dick nice and warm."
My head was starting to swim. I focused my eyes back on Mario and tried to play again to distract myself. But every time I did, the feeling of his dick dragging against my sensitive walls made me go crazy. My Daddy was too hot. He was clouding my mind, and I couldn’t think straight as I began to bounce on his length.
"Carter," he growled. "You're asking to get fucked to within an inch of your life."
"Fuck me, Daddy," I moaned. "Put your boy back in his place."
"Okay." He slammed his pen down, no longer working as he stood up and shoved me onto his desk. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for."
Samuel's hands grabbed my shoulders and he slammed inside of me. A sharp gasp left my lips and I wiggled back against him needing more. It took everything to hold onto the edge of his desk, papers flying off of it as he fucked me so hard I forgot how to speak.
Every stroke seemed to find my prostate with expert aim. Wow, pissing off Daddy might have been either the best or worst idea that I’d ever had. His palm slapped against my ass and I gasped as heat blossomed on that spot. Once he soothed away the slight burn, he did it again. And again. And again.
The sound of his panting and the way he relentlessly fucked me was going to shove me right over the edge. God, I loved this man. My Daddy. I gripped the edge of the cool wooden desk more tightly as he drove into me. My eyes rolled up and I smiled as every thought was fucked out of my head. Every one except how much I loved my Daddy.
"You're so damn hot," Sam groaned. "Every inch of you is perfect. Soft, warm, inviting. Do you know how perfect you are, sweet boy?"
I blinked. "Stop," I groaned. "D-don't say stuff like that."
"Why not? It's true." He thrust forward and I jolted against the cool wood of his desk again. "Your thighs, your belly, your ass," he groaned. "You need to understand that you are exactly as you should be. Daddy’s hot little prince."
"Daddy," I cried out. "Y-you're gonna make me cry."
"That's not my intention, but if it happens, it does." He pressed his lips against my upper back and held them there as he started going harder, his cock rubbing against my prostate like he was on a mission to drain me. "Right there, huh?" he asked. "I can feel how much you love it when you tighten around me."
Fuck. Daddy was starting to know me entirely too well. My hole clenched around his cock and I threw my hips back needing more. He took that as the invitation it was and drove inside of me deeper until apparently, his dick hit something that shut my brain completely off. The world went dark as pleasure licked up my spine and I came so hard my body started to go limp.
I came to sweating, panting, with his hand wrapped around my cock. He pumped me more until every last drop of my cum was safely in his hand. Samuel groaned and straightened up. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him lick his palm clean, a smile on his face as he did it.
"That's what I needed," he chuckled. "I was all wound up. Good boy."
Bliss shot through my body. Whenever he called me good boy, I felt like I was one. If I made him proud it lit up my whole world. He wasn’t done as he pushed himself inside of me making pleasure build all over again.
“Daddy,” I panted. “It’s too much.”
“Can you take it for me?” he whispered against my ear. “Can you take it for Daddy?”
A shiver ran up my spine. Just his breath against my ear was enough to turn me on. I couldn’t even get hard yet, but that didn’t matter. Daddy always found a way deep inside of my brain and flipped all the right switches. I was his good boy and I would let him use me as long as he needed to relieve his stress.
“Yes, Daddy,” I wiggled back against him. “I can take it all for you!”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
Daddy groaned and I felt as hot cum filled my hole. He thrust inside of me a few more times before he pulled out and wiped his dick on my ass. I was all sticky with his seed and could feel it dripping down my leg.
"Daddy," I moaned. "Why do I like this so much?" I shimmied a little. “God, it feels good when you fill me up.”
He chuckled. "I don't know, but I love it." Sam pressed a kiss to my cheek. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Daddy," I whispered. "That was...everything."
The soft sound of his laughter and then a sigh as he pulled out and gathered me into his arms warmed me. "You might be out of luck. There are some tissues here, but that's about it. Want me to take you home?"
I smiled at him. "Yes, Daddy. I don't mind your cum in me for a while longer."
Daddy groaned. "We need to get out of here as soon as possible. I'm not done with you yet."
I swallowed thickly. "Daddy, be nice."
"Nope, not today," he laughed. "Let's go to my place."
I didn't object as I took his hand and he gave it a tight squeeze. The look in his eyes said he was ready to destroy me for a while and I was into it. Besides, he still looked a little tense to me. I couldn’t have that.
Whatever my Daddy wanted, I was ready for it.