“You taste so good, sir.” said James, remembering his manners.
“Please, call me Daddy.” said Victor, catching his breath.
James crawled up beside Victor and layed down beside him, straddling the man who was spent from his orgasm for the moment. It was different to see him relax for a moment, and not be so uptight and dominant. James felt relieved that he had managed to get this very experienced man off, and happy that Victor thought he was hot. I guess all that practice with Seth payed off in more ways than one. James draped one leg over, near Victor’s deflating cock. He knew the man would be ultra sensitive around there at the moment.
“Okay, Daddy.” said James with a smile and he started rubbing his cock onto Daddy’s thigh, and rubbing his hand over Victor’s chest hair. James could feel his dick starting to grow again as he grinded, it was the biggest perk of being a teenager. James finished way too early before and he wasn’t done learning from his teacher, but he basically had a hard on since they were in the park.
James rubbed his fingers gently over Daddy’s nipples.
Just as he thought they were about to have a tender moment, Daddy jumped up and pinned James’ legs over his head in one quick movement. James had his ass way up in the air and his ankles by his ears. Daddy hungrily dove his face into James’ asshole, tasting him and lubing him up with his spit. James was feeling helpless again, which he felt like he liked more than the sweet stuff. Daddy’s tongue darted in and out of his open hole and James had such a hot view of his own dick in his face and Daddy’s face in his ass.
“You taste so good, son.” said Daddy. James got a pang of electricity down to his crotch to hear Daddy call him son. They were like a hot incestuous Mormon family, but it wasn’t the average lessons that his Daddy was going to teach him. James grabbed his own legs and held them behind his head, and Daddy broke off from eating his ass. Victor lubed up his finger with his own spit and slipped it into James’ spit-covered asshole. His fingers were fat and Victor already felt himself being stretched out from the inside.
“Ah!” he cried. Victor knew the boy was already in pain, and that he was probably still a virgin.
“Try to relax, son.” said Victor, as sweetly as he could muster. “Breathe.”
“Okay.” said James, and he took a deep breath. Victor could feel the muscles in James’ ass relaxing.
“Good boy. Now I’m going to put another finger in, okay?”
Victor got a bottle of lube from his bedside table and he put some on James’ asshole and some on his two middle fingers.
“Relax, this is going to feel good.” said Victor, who uncharacteristically knelt over and planted a sweet but rough tongue kiss on James’ mouth. As they were french kissing, Victor slowly slipped a second finger inside.
“Ah!’ said James again, but this time in a less pained way. The lube was helping.
Victor started pumping his fingers in and out of James’ virgin hole, hitting the boy’s prostate at every thrust.
“Daddy!” said James, breathless, “It feels good but it also really hurts!”
Victor slipped his fingers out of the boy’s ass. If he couldn’t take the fingers there’s no way he could take the dick.
“Stay there, I’ll be right back.”
Victor got up in his sweaty, naked glory and walked away, disappearing for a bit. James finally had a chance to check out Victor’s bedroom. It was divided from the main loft by a thin sliding door on metal beams. The room was minimalist in design but very tasteful and expensive looking, just like everything else in Victor’s life. He had a huge bed with a black wooden headboard and an enormous abstract art print above it. James noticed the mirrors on the walls in the room and he could see himself splayed out, naked and hard on top of the sheets. It was hot.
Victor returned with two fancy glasses with some liquid in them. One was red and one was amber.
“Here, drink this.” said Victor and handed him the red glass.
James looked at it hesitantly.
“It’ll help you relax.”
James took a sip, it was good.
“What is this?” he asked.
“It’s a vodka cranberry.”
James almost spat out his drink.
“Oh my gosh! We’re not supposed to drink alcohol!”
“We’re not supposed to wear dirty little jockstraps either.” replied Victor with a smile. The man started trailing his fingers up and down James’ thigh.
“Touché.” said James as he took another sip. This was his first time drinking alcohol in his life, but if the Mission President told him he could do it, then he would do it. It was also probably going to be his first time having sex, and if he’s supposed to take that big fat dick in his little ass then he was going to need all the help he could get.
He was already starting to feel lightheaded, and drank most of the drink pretty quickly.
“What are you having?” he asked.
“Whiskey neat. Want to try it?”
James took the glass and took a sip. He instantly made a face.
“Yuck! That’s horrible!”
“You get a taste for it.” said Victor and he trailed his fingers up and down James’ pale arm.
Victor downed the drink.
“Now get on your back and spread those legs so I can pound you into the mattress like the cockslut you are.”
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Will James lose his virginity by dominant Victor or by his sweet friend Seth?