My face burns as jets of scalding hot water blast into it. The water pressure is surprisingly strong for a cruise ship.
Which is good.
I need it.
I need it to burn. I need it to blast.
I need to sear away the images that have been etched into my mind.
I woke today determined to wilfully ignore and expunge last night’s memories of milky skin and soft lips.
And I wasn’t doing too terribly at it. Occasionally the image of Davey’s warm, wet tongue on my nipple would intrude on my thoughts but I would quickly banish it.
It was all going okay.
Until we went snorkeling.
At which point a whole new series of impossible images bought up neighbouring blocks of high value real estate in my mind.
First, the image of Davey emerging from the changeroom in a wetsuit. The material hugged his body, clinging to the dips and curves, and accentuating his unfathomably tight, round ass. A seam rode up so deliciously into his crack that it felt like the wetsuit had been specifically designed to punish me.
Next was the image of Davey swimming up next to me, well within view of his parents, and surreptitiously allowing his hand to trail across various sensitive parts of my anatomy. Him grinning through his snorkel’s mouthpiece, playing it all off as casual, unavoidable snorkeling related proximity.
And then… the image of Davey taking off his wetsuit.
I had watched as he’d slowly unwrapped himself from within the neoprene, slowly exposing the creamy skin beneath like he was peeling a banana.
He knew I was watching. Of course he knew. His movements were unhurried, deliberate. Teasing. His dad had left the change room by this point and it was just the two of us. We locked eyes just as he drew the wet fabric down over his ass, intentionally collecting his speedo to reveal his perky buttocks. My resolve faltered as I stared at his bare body.
No.
I’d quickly finished changing and grabbed my things. Somehow I made it through the rest of the day until we reembarked and I fled straight back to our state room.
Which brings us to this moment. Me pressing my face closer to the shower head, willing the streams of water to scorch my skin, repeating the word over and over in my head.
No.
No, no, no.
No.
That’s enough. No more.
It is a prayer as much as it is a promise.
I lather my body up with the cheap, complimentary soap and I am hit with the realisation that it is the soap Davey used last night. My mind is cast straight back to his body on top of mine, my nose pressed into his neck, his ass grinding against my cock, the concluding spray of cum that glued us together.
NO!
For fuck’s sake.
I turn the faucet even hotter and ram my face back into the spray.
And then… I hear something.
It is the slow, creaking sound of a door being prised gently open.
No..
My eyes are closed, pulsing beneath the constant stream of water, but I can sense the presence of another person just outside the shower screen.
No…
I feel a gentle gust of cool air as the shower door is slowly swung back.
Nooo…
I keep my eyes shut tight, willing the water to somehow magically put a stop to this, begging it to transport me to a parallel universe where this particular set of circumstances is not unfolding.
I feel the odd clammy sensation of a dry, naked body leaning against my soaking skin. A soft cheek presses into my shoulder blade, a pectoral meets my spine, and a bony hip juts into my ass.
If I keep my eyes closed it isn’t real.
If I keep my eyes closed it could be anybody.
I feel the slippery sensation of two hands gliding up my thighs, smooth like they’re barefoot waterskiing. They make their way around my front and come to rest in the curvature of my groin, framing my privates, the fingertips tickling the edge of my ballsack.
My cock can’t resist any longer.
I feel the blood start to churn, flooding my dick, hardening it.
One of the hands reaches down and cups my balls, gently playing with them as they dangle deep.
Oh, fuck.
The pace of my cock-stiffening doubles as my balls are softly massaged. Soft fingers toy with my nuts, tickling and fiddling, rolling them around.
Soon my dick is fully hard, jutting out in front of me like the hefty arm of a mechanical crane.
I feel the other hand slide down and wrap itself around my shaft, gripping the foreskin tucked snugly around my cock head. I let out a deep, guttural moan as my turtleneck is slowly pulled back, exposing the large mushroom head of my cock.
Fuuuuuck.
The hand draws back up, and then back down, slowly, gently starting to jerk me off.
I let out a whimper, my eyes still jammed shut beneath the shower stream, as the hand calmly pumps my cock back and forth.
I feel the other hand abandon my balls to instead slide up across my stomach, surfing the gentle curves of my abs. It arrives at my nipple and starts to play with it, pinching and tickling, waking it up.
FUCK!
My nipple goes immediately hard. I’m so sensitive there that my cock gives a warning lurch, telling me that if I don’t slow things down, it won’t be far from erupting.
I reach out and place my palms on top of each of the hands tantalising my body, halting them.
We stand still for a moment, my hands on top of his as I take a few steadying breaths.
Slowly I turn around, my face cooling in relief from finally being out of the scalding waterfall. I keep my eyes closed as I reach out and touch the body in front of me.
I run my hands up the lean torso, feeling the tight, supple muscles wrapped around the slight frame. I trail my hands across the narrow throat, slide my fingers up around the ears and cup the sweet, small face in my giant palms.
I open my eyes.
Davey stares back at me, his baby blue irises glinting in the bathroom light. He has the tiniest, almost hopeful smile on his face. His lips are so full and so soft looking. It is both innocent and knowing at the same time.
I sigh as a surreal, unearthly sensation swirls in my stomach, something I’ve never felt before. It’s a combination of deep, visceral arousal and lust mixed with a fierce protectiveness. I want to hold him as close as humanly possible, merge our bodies, fold him into me so that I can prevent anything bad from ever happening to him.
“You will be the end of me,” I whisper.
“Perhaps,” he agrees, before slowly lowering himself to his knees.
I take a deep breath as he inches closer to me.
Soon his little face is peeking out from underneath my desperate cock, droplets of secondary spray splashing him as the shower pounds into my back. He moves so that the full extent of my dick is resting prone across his face and it is almost as long as his entire tiny head. He grips the base of me in his hand to keep it steady and I watch as he brings his sweet little lips up to the pulsing tip of my cock head.
He kisses the slit.
Just once.
A tiny greeting before he opens his mouth and slides me inside him.
And I know that this is it. This is the end. This is how I will die.
I watch as my cock disappears deeper and deeper into Davey’s open, willing mouth. I feel the glorious friction of his moist lips as they suction against the sides of my dick. He pauses when I’m about three quarters of the way inside and starts to move his tongue around, licking me all over as though he is trying to clean my cock.
FUCK.
I shudder at the sensation.
He grips the last quarter of my dick with his hand and slowly starts to move his head back and forth. I moan as the combination of tight lips and gripping fingers causes my foreskin to rub over and across the sensitive tip of my cock. Davey draws me all the way out and then purses his lips, forming the shape of a tiny asshole with his mouth, before plunging my dick back in, breaking the seal of his lip-sphincter.
This goes on for a few minutes, Davey riding my cock with his mouth until I begin to pant, jamming my eyes shut in pleasure.
Davey slips my dick out of his mouth and moves his body a little closer to mine. He positions my cock in front of him and slides it back in.
Only this time, he doesn’t stop.
I watch in magnificent astonishment as I disappear deeper and deeper into Davey’s open mouth. I can feel his throat muscles pressing around my cock, adjusting, making room as I descend further and further down. I watch as we sail right past the three quarter mark until my dick pushes against the very back of his throat and Davey’s nose is buried in my wet pubic hair.
I am entirely inside his face.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp and I feel Davey’s throat ripple with laughter.
He reaches up and grabs each of my hands, guiding them to the back of his head. He then reaches around and grips my muscular ass cheeks, pulling me roughly into him so that my dick punches hard into his throat.
I glance down, catching his eye to confirm that I’ve understood correctly what he wants, and I see Davey’s lips pull back ever so slightly.
He’s grinning.
Well, at least as much as he can with my cock stuffed fully into his mouth.
He’s given his blessing.
And I let go.
I grip the back of his head in my hands and shove my cock hard into his throat.
I hear him gag immediately but I glance down and see he is still grinning, so I draw my cock back out and then thrust deep into him again. I beat my cock against his throat again and again like I’m trying to break it down with a battering ram.
I groan with pleasure as I fuck his little face.
Davey’s a pro, drawing his teeth back to create a meaty, muscular slip-n-slide for my dick. I can feel the bumpy rivulets of tastebuds vibrating against my cock as I fuck his tongue.
I pound myself into him, gripping the back of his head to keep him in place as my cock drives over and over into his mouth. Spools of stringy saliva collect around his lips, lubricating my thrusts. His throat makes gluggy sounds of pleasure as I fuck the moisture back into him.
Every now and then I drive myself completely inside his face, pushing all the way down into the depths of his throat and he gags a little, coughing on my cock. I try to give him breaks when I sense he needs them, but he just pushes his head back down and gags himself again.
He reaches back up and clutches my muscular ass for leverage. I can feel him pulling me deep into him, desperately willing me to fuck his mouth even harder.
I stare down at him and he looks up into my eyes…
And I go hard.
I drill him. I fuck his lips ruthlessly and watch as my cock destroys his angelic little face. His throat flushes red with heat and veins start popping at his temple. He sputters as my cock hammers into his throat.
I grab hold of his fringe and tilt his head up so he has to look me in the eye while I fuck the shit out of his face. Tears pool in the corners of his eyes, but his smile doesn’t falter. My stomach churns in a visceral way that tells me I’m not going to last much longer.
“Davey…” I moan, increasing the pace of my thrusts.
He matches my moan, the rumbling in his throat tickling my dick as it pushes down into his larynx.
“Davey, I’m gonna cum…”
He moans again and continues to grin his mouth-stuffed-grin.
His lips are suctioned against my shaft, holding tight as I bury myself in the moist oasis of his mouth.
Fuck.
I tighten my grip on his hair. My nails dig into his cheek, as I hold his face still so I can ruin it with my unyielding cock.
This is it.
Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!
I ram my dick again and again between his sweet lips until I can’t take it anymore.
“FUUUUUCK, DAVEY!” I shout as I rip my cock out of his mouth and annihilate his face with cum.
I roar and moan as I shoot load after monstrous load of hot, sticky jizz all over him.
He opens his mouth and I lower my dick, groaning as I pump a few generous shots inside before squirting three long, thick, ropey blasts of cum into his eyes, eyebrows and hair.
He purrs appreciatively beneath me as I heave deep breaths, my cock pulsing. I am still gripping Davey’s hair in my hand as eventually my tension eases, and there is nothing but a small dribble of cum leaking from my dick.
I watch as Davey’s lips split into a euphoric grin. There’s a stray string of jizz dangling from the inside of his nostril as he leans in and licks up the residual cum from my cock.
I shudder.
Fuck me.
What the actual fuck.
Davey gets to his feet and presses his body into mine. I wrap my arms around him and pull him in tight to me.
I kiss him on his cum stained lips and my insides writhe as I taste myself on his tongue.
Together we wash his face clean, rinsing away the blanket of jizz.
Once his face is clear, Davey leans in and whispers something into my ear.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” he says.
I pull back and look at him in confusion.
“What’s tomorrow?” I ask.
He looks at me, his trickster eyes full of dark mischief.
“It’s your birthday.”
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