The Big One

Chapter 12 - My Boy

"Woah!" I opened the bedroom door holding two bottles of water. I only dropped one of them.

The overhead lights were off, and his almond-toned frame was backlit by a small lamp on the bedside table.

Anderson was kneeling on the bed with his back to me. His back was arched and his head hung, looking down at the bedspread. His hands were clasped behind his back as if he'd been arrested for something.

His knees, pushing into the mattress, were spread wide so his ass was just a few inches off the bed with his cheeks spread wide. The baby blue straps of the gear I'd got him criss-crossed his cheeks and pushed them up in a tight flex. His hole winked at me.

To the right of his feet was a small pile of lube samples, my choice, on top of a neatly folded small towel.

He stayed silent; frozen in submission and awaiting my touch. I collected the dropped bottle then set both of them on a bookshelf near the door. The room was dead silence, almost quiet enough to hear him breathe as I closed in on him.

I slipped off my shirt, and put one knee on the bed behind him. I leaned in until my lips brushed the back of his neck. He shivered, but kept silent and held his pose.

"You look so beautiful," I admitted. He turned his face to the side just enough to watch his lips turn up into a smile. He didn't respond. I hadn't asked him to.

These are the things that make me want him; make my body crave him. He makes me feel like a man, a warrior, a god.

I reached around and put a hand right between his hard pecs. I pulled his back against my chest and kissed the side of his neck. I kissed up to his cheek. My cock was rock hard in my shorts and I pressed it in between his ass cheeks and wrapped my other arm around him. He let out a little, helpless moan as his body melted into my hold.

"You smell so good... What do you want, boy?" I used a low growl against his ear.

"I want to be yours, sir. I want to please you." My boy whimpered, his body begging for approval.

I rubbed a hand up his chest, over his face, and pushed my fingers into his hair. I gripped it and turned his face to mine. I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue past his lips. He tasted minty fresh.

I kept one hand gripping his hair and used the other to free my cock. I slid my shorts and boxers down then stepped out of them. I needed to be inside him.

I put the tip to his hole and rubbed it around. I teased him, slid my cock between his cheeks and bared my teeth against the back of his neck.

"Please fuck me, sir. I need it. Please," Anderson had this needy whimper in his voice.

I reached for the lube packets and used my teeth to open one. I squeezed a thick trail down my shaft and pumped it. Having him beg for me had me rock hard and throbbing.

"Are you ready for me, boy?" I growled. I probably sounded ridiculous, but it felt natural when he was begging like this.

"Please, sir. Fuck your boy. Own that hole, please. It's yours," He whined.

I stopped teasing his hole and reached down to grab my boxers from the floor. I put them to his face. He took a deep hit of my scent and whined happily. I used the distraction to push the tip through his hole.

"Ahh!" He pulled back from the boxers as I shoved into him.

"Too much?" I broke my master voice to check on him.

"Fucking perfect. Thank you, sir." He leaned forward and grabbed the boxers from me with his teeth.

I slid in deeper. I could hear the pain in his voice. He begged for more, but I held back to let him get used to me.