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    Fyn Alexander

    The surprise on Angel‟s face was a reward in itself. His mouth and eyes opened
    wide, and he giggled a little. Now that he was handed control, his hesitation proved
    he was nervous. “Let‟s go into the bedroom, Daddy.”
    “All right. Let‟s do that.” Kael turned out the lights, checked the front door was
    locked, and followed Angel into the bedroom. They showered and brushed their
    teeth in nervous silence, then headed into the bedroom. Kael set the lights at a
    subdued level and then stood beside the bed waiting. His heart was pounding—and
    all because a skinny eighteen-year-old was about to give him orders. Because he
    was about to be vulnerable.
    “Daddy, get on the bed, please, Sir.”
    Kael sighed and obeyed.
    “On your belly, Sir.”
    Kael looked up into Angel‟s expectant face. “You will not fuck me, so don‟t even
    try. I will whip your arse if you try to go there.”
    “Any other stipulations before I start?” Angel raised both eyebrows.
    “Yes. Don‟t be cheeky.”
    Angel laughed. Kael rolled onto his belly. He couldn‟t take his eyes off Angel
    but was forced to when the boy climbed onto his back and stretched out full-length.
    Angel‟s semierect cock pressed against his buttocks, feeling warm and very erotic.
    Little nibbling kisses began around his neck, and Angel‟s sweet breath warmed his
    ear. “Daddy, I am the luckiest boy in the world,” he whispered.
    And I feel like the luckiest man.
    Climbing off, Angel got on his hands and knees beside Kael and began to kiss
    and lick his way down Kael‟s back and over his buttocks and thighs. Always used to
    being in charge, Kael had never had a sub pay attention to his back before, and he
    had no idea just how easily stimulated the skin was there. Every kiss, every lick of
    Angel‟s wet tongue produced an electric jolt that had him panting. The
    unexpectedness of the hot, wet tongue laving the skin at the very bottom of his butt
    crack made him clench his buttocks and grip handfuls of the bed sheet. His cock
    grew thick.
    “Oh God,” he moaned. “Oh, oh.”
    Angel pushed Kael‟s thighs apart and lay on the bed between them, his face
    pressed into Kael‟s buttocks, licking up and down. The sensation was almost
    overwhelming, radiating heat across his buttocks and down his thighs like circular
    ripples in a pond. His cock was rock hard and pressed into the bed. Just when he
    thought he could take no more, Angel stopped.
    “Roll onto your back, Daddy.”
    Kael found it easy to obey this time. His cock was thick and dark red with
    blood, the veins bulging. Again Angel pushed his thighs apart and lay between
    them. Kael raised his head to look down at Angel between his thighs. “Lie back,
    Daddy,” he said. Kael obeyed and waited. The strong little tongue began to work,
    lapping Kael‟s balls in a circular motion. He panted, wanting Angel to take his cock

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    in his mouth and suck hard, but he held his tongue, acknowledging that the boy was
    doing just fine.
    When Angel released Kael‟s balls and moved away, he almost yelled at him to
    get back down there. Ordering himself to be patient, he waited. Angel crawled up
    beside him, straddled his belly and began to lick his nipples in turn, going back and
    forth between them. With his sweet pink tongue pointed hard, Angel circled each
    areola; then he took the nipple between his teeth, tugging gently. Each time he
    licked a circle around the areola and bit on the nipple, he sank his teeth in deeper
    and pulled harder. Kael grabbed Angel‟s head with both hands, wanting to control
    his movements. Angel stopped and looked into his eyes. “Sir, let go. Put your arms
    at your sides.” His tone was respectful but firm, and Kael obeyed. Angel continued
    the gentle, wonderful torture of his nipples for another few minutes.
    While Kael watched, his eyes half closed with burning pleasure, Angel crawled
    between his legs again. Remaining on his hands and knees, Angel at last took Kael‟s
    aching cock deep into his mouth. He sucked hard. Kael felt the sensitive tip bump
    against Angel‟s throat. He raised his hips off the bed, thrusting upward into Angel‟s
    mouth. And giving his boy full control, he asked, “When?”
    Cold air closed around Kael‟s wet cock, and he opened his eyes to see that
    Angel had released it and was looking at him quizzically.
    “When can I come? Tell me.”
    “Anytime you want, Daddy.”