"Get over here, Mikey, get your hot little butt over here--" He flings me down onto the bed and our lips collide.
My Trent, my Daddy, my lover.
We've been drinking tonight, which is illegal for me, but we don't care. We're in love. And he still has a bottle of whiskey in one sexy hand.
It hovers above my face. "Open your mouth," he commands, frenzied by alcohol. I obey. The liquor splashes into my mouth, burns my throat as I swallow, fueling my lust. My clothes are torn from my body, thrown aside. Daddy strips down too.
My Daddy is a man. He's made of muscle, made of power. Virile. Commanding. I'm a boy. Young, fragile, thin. You can count each of my ribs, and my shoulders and hips ejaculate awkwardly. I hope that someday I grow up to be as big and strong as my Daddy is. He says I will.
I lie on the bed, naked, my hard cock dripping and bobbing up for my Daddy's touch. Instead, he takes out a bag of blow, cracks it open and begins to spoon it out on the tip of a razor blade.
"Sit still, little boy blue," he says, beginning to form thin, delicate lines of coke on my body. Along a few of my ribs, balanced on my hipbones, along my sternum. It's a game of sitting very, very still. I make it a contest, to test myself: If I love my Daddy, (which I do) I won't be able to move a muscle.
"What a good boy."
His rolled-up bill begins to lift the drugs from my skin, and it tickles, but I don't dare squirm away. His lips curl into the sexy sneer that always forms when he's getting high, puckering to kiss my body between each hit. With the disappearance of each line into Daddy's chiseled nose, my cock throbs more persistently. My Daddy is getting high off of me.
I haven't moved a muscle.
He looks up into my eyes, wearing an expression of wild lust. The cocaine finished, he flips me over onto my stomach. There are so many kinky little things we want to do to each other. But right now, we have to fuck. It's a requirement.
And now, things are really beginning to heat up.
I feel him shove his hard member between my ass cheeks and begin to hump against me. The light in his eyes separating human from animal has gone out. He grunts and moans like a beast in heat.
He's got the bottle again, drizzling whiskey down my back in cold torrents. It eases the friction between us. Daddy spreads my ass cheeks with his big hands and the liquor cools me there. I purse my butthole at him, teasing. I'm cute. He knows he can't resist.
Like a ravenous animal, my Daddy tongues at my asshole. Lapping at the whiskey mixed with sweat, fucking me with his tongue. I shove my ass back onto his face and grind against him.
"You want Daddy?" he asks.
"Yes!" I'm powerless.
"You want Daddy's cock, right in here?"
"Yes!"
He pulls away. I whimper because I know what's coming. Looking over my shoulder, I see him positioning his leaking cockhead at my opening, feel him center himself and begin to push on the impossibly tight ring of muscle.
I relax, try to open up for him. And my Daddy's cockhead pops inside. He pushes straight in to the hilt, I feel his corona sawing past my prostate. My rectum bloats around his fat instrument. It hurts, but I don't care. Maybe I scream, maybe I don't, who knows. Who cares? My Daddy is inside me.
My cock jerks and jumps beneath me as it's pushed into the bed, spitting precum. I arch my back and moan, high-pitched. Daddy grips my hipbones and begins to fuck me. His thick cock slips down my passage, and I feel momentarily empty, until he rams back up into me and I am full of my Daddy again. Deliciously full of my Daddy.
