Daddy's Forbidden Room

Kevin smiled in response. Sandro entwined their fingers and led the way through the kitchen and down a narrow staircase illuminated with small halogen lights. Kevin had the panties on, the stockings, and a T-shirt, but still felt naked. Even if nothing else happened between him and Sandro beyond tonight, his life would still enter a new trajectory. A whole new world opened up to him, and despite the nerves, he couldn’t wait to taste what it had on offer.

Sandro led him into a mid-sized bedroom. The walls were covered with light brown wood, a few succulents and cacti stood on shelves for decoration next to a large TV screen, but the centerpiece was the bed. White sheets, with a few pale green pillows on top, it had an oval shape and was calling Kevin’s name already. Seeing it so immaculately arranged made Kevin want to jump on it and spoil its perfection the same way he loved to run over piles of fresh snow. It was the irrational urge of a playful puppy.

Sandro turned more lights on, giving the space an illusion of sunshine despite the lack of windows. “Up to your standards?” he teased and tousled Kevin’s hair.

Kevin inhaled the discreet scent of wood polish and cotton, nervous despite Sandro acting like the perfect gentleman. “Yes, it’s lovely. May I…?” he pointed to the bed, and as soon as Sandro nodded, he grinned and leapt at the mattress.

The soft landing was everything he expected, and he bounced among the pillows, looking back at Sandro, who raised an eyebrow, watching him in amusement.

Flustered, Kevin hugged the biggest pillow. “Sorry, got a bit over excited.”

“Take off your T-shirt.”

Kevin swallowed when Sandro took a step closer, opening his belt. “Anything else I should take off, Daddy?” He pulled the T-shirt up, painfully aware of his stiffening nipples.

Sandro shook his head. “No, baby boy, you’re good just like this. Turn around and show me what’s mine.”

Kevin had to take a deep breath because his dick said yes every time Sandro called him ‘baby’. The room was warm enough for Kevin not to feel cool even when practically naked, but he still found himself shivering. He liked to think of himself as horny, tell himself that he couldn’t wait to have sex and simply needed the right guy to start him on this journey, but now, kneeling on the bed and turning with his back to Sandro, nerves were getting the best of him, and he wondered if he hadn’t made the worst mistake of his life by taking Brandon’s offer. Sandro’s offer.

The bed dipped when Sandro kneeled right behind him. “That’s it. This pretty peach is mine to fuck. How does it feel to know I’ll be driving my cock into you?” He wrapped his arms under Kevin’s and pulled their bodies together, kissing the back of his head.

Only then did Kevin feel the effect Sandro had on him. With no fabric between them, Sandro hugged him skin to skin, and Kevin had to grab Sandro’s hands to stop trembling as if he’d been plunged into snow. He was being ridiculous. He knew about sex. Talked to Brandon about it and watched lots of porn.

And yet when Kevin realized Sandro must have lowered his pants, and his stiff cock pressed against the small of Kevin’s back, he could barely utter a word, hot and cold all over at the mix of excitement and dread over what he was about to do with this man.

“I—I’m a bit nervous,” Kevin choked out despite his cock throbbing with heat.

“I can feel it, baby,” Sandro kissed Kevin’s ear, then the side of his neck, but it was hard to focus when all Kevin could think of was the stone-hard erection pressing against his rear. “Won’t lie, it turns me on to be your first, but only if you want to.” He slid his warm fingers down Kevin’s chest, to his hip, and then all the way to Kevin’s ass. He squeezed the buttock hard. “I’ll stretch you first so that my dick fits into you, and then I’ll ride that tight little ass long and slow,” he said, punctuating his words by rocking his hips against Kevin.

Kevin realized he’d moaned when the sound left his lips. “I do want to,” he whispered. “I want to know how it feels to have you on top, Daddy. Just be good to me.”

Sandro purred. A deep, dark sound that resonated in his wide chest and traveled all the way to Kevin’s cock. “I’ll be good to you all night, baby boy. You look so hot in those panties and stockings. Everyone’s a tease in lace. It shows off so much, yet still hides a little. And these…” Sandro played with the strip of fabric above Kevin’s buttocks. “Shows me just how available you are to me, boy. Do you like it?” He sat back, and as he pulled Kevin with him, his thick cock slid into Kevin’s crack, making him gasp as warmth bloomed around Kevin’s hole.