Daddy's Forbidden Room

Kevin licked his lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

The predatory smile on Sandro’s face made Kevin shiver. “That’s a good boy. Rarely do I meet such a gem.”

He took his time pulling off the other stocking too, and all Kevin could think of was the promises of more. Of spunk inside of him ‘one day’. Of the next sex they’d be having. That he was a ‘rare gem’.

If he was all that, why would Sandro let go of him? Was all this talk a suggestion? Sandro had said he invited others to his house if he meant for them to stay longer, but he hadn’t broached the topic with Kevin yet.

All thoughts dispersed from Kevin’s head when Sandro leaned forward and left a wet kiss on the shaft of Kevin’s cock. But he didn’t do anything else and got up to step into the shower, leaving Kevin a stunned mess.

He wanted that blowjob.

Sandro pulled on his hand and once they were both in the narrow shower stall, he closed the door behind them, creating their own little world filled with warm water and steam.

Kevin got to his toes and kissed Sandro’s enticing lips, feeling bold and grown up despite having only graduated high school. Sandro slid his hands down Kevin’s body as if his fingers were rivulets of water, and he squeezed Kevin’s ass with those delicious big hands.

Kevin arched against Sandro’s firm chest when fingers delved deeper and rubbed the outside of Kevin’s hole.

“I loved being your first,” Sandro murmured. “You opened up to me so beautifully.”

“It’s just sex,” Kevin chuckled, fighting the nervousness in his voice. He could not let his emotions get the better of him now, or he’d end up a sobbing mess by the time he’d have to leave.

“It is, and it isn’t. It felt special to me, sweets. We both know what this is, but I like how open to connection you are. You don’t keep your walls up, and you don’t pretend. You’re present,” Sandro whispered in a soothing voice.

Kevin’s breath sped up, and he hugged Sandro tightly, loving the closeness more than he’d like to admit. “Okay, so it wasn’t just sex,” he whispered. “You made me feel special too. Like I’m not just a disposable twink you paid for ‘cause you can afford to.”

Sandro grabbed some shampoo and squirted it onto Kevin’s head. “I love sex, but I’m not on a mission to fuck as many cute boys as I can get into my bed.”

In Kevin’s mind, Sandro still was the slick, powerful jaguar on the prowl, but wouldn’t it be amazing to tame such a beast? To have it nuzzle his shoulder and to fall asleep cuddled into its fur knowing that nothing could hurt him while the wild cat was around?

“And you said you invite some people onto your island?” he asked, looking at Daddy’s tempting chest, but Sandro turned him around to have better access to his head as he washed it, massaging the scalp with those skillful fingers.

“I do, curious boy. Under special circumstances.”

“And what would those be?” Kevin glanced over his shoulder, but Sandro forced his head back into the previous position.

“Close your eyes,” he said and once Kevin did, Sandro pointed the showerhead at him to wash off the citrus-scented foam.

“Daddyyyy! I want to know,” Kevin mewled, turning back as soon as he could, but still took the opportunity to rub his hands up Sandro’s muscular chest. So maybe it wasn’t reasonable, because they’d known one another for a total of two hours tops, but right now, he longed to stay with this man forever.

Sandro snorted. “Aren’t you a curious little kitty. You know what happens to those.” He opened the shower stall once they were both thoroughly rinsed, and walked out first.

When Sandro got a fluffy robe from the wardrobe and opened it up for him, Kevin felt like the prettiest Cinderfella that ever lived. Sandro’s presence kept him in a constant state of arousal. And it wasn’t just about his cock being half-hard. It was as if all his senses worked overtime, alerting him to details he hadn’t noticed before. Smells were more intense, he heard every little creak, and even the gentle rocking of the boat didn’t escape his attention.

Sandro pulled on a pair of pajama pants that sat low on his hips and left Kevin salivating over the tattooed chest, so when Sandro walked out of the bedroom, Kevin followed him without being asked to.

They emerged into a world without sunshine, but Sandro turned on a few lamps in the living room, creating a space for them to sit and look out at the water.

“Can we go to the deck, Daddy?” Kevin asked, grabbing himself a grape from a bowl of fruit placed in the middle of the coffee table.

Sandro sat down on the sofa in front of the window instead. “Do you like being eaten alive by mosquitoes?”