Cody

Sunday

I have a longstanding tradition with my fags. Before I release them back into the wild, I give them one "perfect" day based on their requests. Today was that day for Cody.

I woke in the usual way: with his mouth on my dick. His mouth moved slowly and deliberately, and his pacing did not change when he saw me open my eyes. He simply gave me a wink and returned to his worship. I knew we had very few of these opportunities before he left and I tried to take it all in; the feel of his tongue on the under-ridge, the way his lips changed shape based on the thickness of my shaft, the sound of his moans and soft slurping. I committed these sensations to memory and filed them away for recall after he would be gone. Every fag is unique, special in their own way. It is interesting that when looking back on things, Alphas remember, fags reminisce.

I pumped my hips until I was ready to cum. Cody had learned when to predict my orgasms and pulled his mouth off in time to watch me erupt up. His smile of delight signaled his joy as he watched half a dozen solid ropes of cum arc onto my lower torso and collect in an overflowing pool in my belly button. He sucked the remaining drops of cum from the head of my dick before crawling up and slowly licking the cum from my waist, savoring each glob on his tongue before swallowing.

Once I was clean, I rubbed Cody on his head and got up to make breakfast. I fixed us breakfast sandwiches which we ate in the kitchen while talking about the rest of the day's planned activities. He wanted to get in a good workout, watch me show him how to do a proper strip tease, worship my muscles, do a little strength play, then end the night with some good sex and chill on the balcony. "Easy day," I told him.

In the living room, we moved the coffee table out of the way and pushed the sofa back to give us room to stretch. We faced away from each other and reached back with our arms until we could grip each other by the wrists, leaning forward to feel the pull in our pecs. Triceps stretch was next and it wasn't easy for him to resist sniffing my pits as I pulled my arms behind my head.

 "Focus, boy," I reminded him. He took one more deep huff and returned to form.

I sat on the floor and extended forward to my toes. Cody pushed on my back to help me get a deeper pull throughout my back. I felt his dick drip precum onto my lats which he immediately licked off and apologized for. Today was not a day for discipline unless absolutely necessary. Today was about the "carrot" and not the "stick". He knew what he was supposed to do and he did it. It is always rewarding when a sub/fag shows that they have learned from your training.

We switched positions. As Cody leaned forward, I applied slight pressure as I squatted over him and sat lightly on his back. I rested my cock on his shoulder, causing him to try to crane his neck to taste. I palmed the top of his head and turned it back forward.

"You're going to tweak your neck if you do that, boy." He grumbled but complied. "You know what you can have though?"

"What, Sir?" he asked, gripping his toes in his fingers. I let a fart rip on his back and I knew he could feel it against his skin. He laughed as he called me gross. I released the pressure and helped him to stand up. "That's why you're single," he joked as he sniffed the air.

I stopped what I was doing and dropped my smile. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" I yelled at him as I got in his face. The look of his immediate terror was, in a word, "adorable". I held my guise of anger for a few awkward seconds before I let it fall and laughed. I gave his face a playful slap and smiled. "Yeah, probably," I agreed. "Back crack time."

Cody crossed his arms over his chest and I reached around him. He felt so small in my arms as I lifted him up and felt his spine pop into alignment. He moaned and sighed, partially from his back but mostly because he was now at a height where our cocks were rubbing against each other.