Joshy Boy

It’s just another regular day, but for Josh, every day is a new chance to make Daddy proud. And the boy quickly learned how to make his Daddy proud of him. Josh returned home from his daily workout, still smelling sweetly of the fresh sweat he secretly loved sniffing on himself. Despite having an in-house gym, Daddy typically preferred he attend the downtown gym, because he enjoyed the idea of other guys getting to see how hot and sexy his boy was, but Josh was instructed not to shower there, as Daddy believed the temptation of Josh’s naked body was too much temptation for men to withstand. Instead, Josh stripped off his clothes at the door to take a long, hot shower, soaping his body longer than necessary, just to feel his smooth skin, imagining it was Daddy touching him. Sliding his hand down his stomach and up the inside of his thigh, Josh touched the secret spot between his ass-cheeks, the pink, smooth hole that his Daddy praises him for, shivering with hunger. His dick was so hard and he wanted to shoot his load all over the shower's tiled wall, but he knew the rules. Only Daddy makes him cum. Josh also knew his place, who and what he was. He belongs to Daddy; Daddy's pretty boy is property owned by Daddy, and no one else. Only Daddy can make him cum and Daddy is all he will ever need.

From the moment he wakes up in those big strong arms, (his head resting against the hard, hairy chest he loves with all his heart), he feels Daddy's long, hard body burning against him, with the beautiful cock that is always hard and reminds himself how lucky he is to have such a strong, sexy, smart man like Daddy. Daddy says it's a Dad’s job to teach and take care of a boy, so he can grow to be a man, but sometimes a boy is born to be a special boy, to be owned by another man that loves, cherishes, and protects him. Josh does everything he can to learn how to be the best boy he can be for his Daddy, yet more than anything he knows a good boy's first job is to always be ready to take care of his Daddy's needs. And Josh’s Daddy has a lot of needs.

Feeling so hard for Daddy, Josh slipped the tip of a finger inside his tight pink boy pussy, groaning loudly as he imagined it was Daddy's finger teasing him, taking his temperature. He knew he was starting to leak pre-cum and could feel himself getting wet inside. He couldn't wait for the next hour and a half to speed past. He needed his Daddy's beautiful cock and hard, deep kisses to make him cum. Josh was in heat for the man that loves and cares for him. Slipping the finger just a little deeper, his dick jumped. If he so much as touched his cock he'd have exploded. He was getting too close. Josh is addicted to his Daddy's cum. It was the sweet, hot honey he lived for. The ultimate way a Daddy can show his boy how much he loves him. And that's why he has to wait for Daddy. They both need their fix.

Josh stood in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection as he dried himself off. At almost 19yrs old, Josh was any man's dream. Five feet eight inches of healthy, athletic muscles and silky golden skin. His green eyes and reddish blond hair conspired to make him look even younger. He admired the super-sensitive, nickel sized nipples that Daddy loved to pinch and suck until puffy; just the slightest touch makes him moan, his large boy-cock hard, and his entire body tingle. He gave his left nipple a tweak and felt the low, hard buzz of excitement between his bubble butt-cheeks. Mmmm…he moaned out loud, he needed Daddy.

Just as he was taught, Josh fastened his leather cockring, then pulled on a dark green jockstrap, the most recent addition to the collection of sexy things Daddy likes him to wear. The strap emphasized Josh's healthy bulge (already pushed out with the help of the cockring), and smooth melon ass, as well as his lower abdominals, and the thin, treasure trail leading down to the strap's pouch. He knew his Daddy would approve. The glowing smile in the mirror showed how proud he was of himself.

 Josh made his way through the too large house into the kitchen, where he deftly mixed a pitcher of martinis (just in case Daddy was in the mood for a after work cocktail), then arranged the tray on a living room side table, practically bouncing in place until it was time to receive the man of the house.

Just then, a chime sounded from his phone and Josh grew more excited.

It was a text from Daddy!

As soon as he opened it, he was greeted by a snapshot of Daddy's throbbing cock, with a note attached.

"Long day and this needs my boy's attention. P.S. Bringing home a colleague for a drink and to show off my boy. Be ready."

Josh grew even more excited, feeling the jockstrap pouch becoming tighter. Quickly, though already perfect, he rearranged the bar cart and fluffed the sofa pillows just as he heard the front door open. Still bent over the overstuffed sofa, he heard a wolf whistle. Josh bashfully looked over his shoulder to see Daddy standing in the doorway, a big grin on his face that only made this square jawed god with five o'clock shadow even more handsome. Daddy's eyes roved over Josh's body with intense, playful pride of ownership.

Without realizing it, Josh's ass was squirming, the strap only accentuating his luscious, fleshy globes.

 "Good boy, being ready for me. But I'll take your sweet ass later. Right now our guest will appreciate a drink. What'll you have, Bryce?"

It was only then Josh took his eyes off his Daddy long enough to see the man standing to the left. Wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a loose button down shirt, the man had close cropped silver hair and tanned skin, giving the appearance of a guy that spent most days on the deck of a boat rather than in an office. Shorter and slight of build than Daddy's broad, powerful shoulders and solid chest, the gentleman deferred to his host. "I'll have whatever you're having, Mitch."

"Dry, vodka martini it is. Joshy..."

Daddy didn't need to finish the sentence. Josh promptly retrieved the tray of fresh martinis and set it on the table, carefully pouring each glass, making a point to serve Daddy first, (as was his custom) then the other glass to the guest. The ma took a small sip, nodding his head in approval.

"Your young fellow certainly knows his way around a drink."

"My boy knows his way around quite a few things. Don't you, my treasure?" Daddy patted Josh's ass for emphasis, as well as to reinforce ownership.

Josh smiled proudly before getting down on his knees and laying his head in Daddy's lap. In turn, Mitch gently stroked his boy's hair lovingly, as Bryce watched with undisguised interest in scene playing out in front of him, Josh already purring like a kitten, his head resting on his Master's lap.

"Josh, show my old friend how you always welcome me home." Mitch directed.

The contented smile on Josh's face transformed into an excited, hungry grin, before he nuzzled his nose into Mitch's crotch. Without a second thought, Josh unbuckled Daddy’s belt, then quickly unzipping Mitch's pants to find him wearing no underwear beneath, only Daddy's large, juicy cock thickening by the second.

 "Thank you Daddy. Can I?” Josh asked sweetly, desperation glowing in his eyes.  

 "Go ahead, baby boy." Mitch answered warmly, resting his big hand on the back of Josh's head. First feeling a tentative lick across his swollen cock head, heavily leaking the precum Joshy always craved, followed by the wet heat on his cock, immediate and perfect.

He noticed Brice, rubbing his dick through thin pants, which made Mitch even hornier, even more proud of his boy.

“Grrr...that's it," Mitch groaned, "Show Daddy why you’re by boy, son."

Josh seemed to double his efforts on making Daddy feel good, sucking and slobbering for all he was worth. Daddy's cock was hard as steel and producing a steady fountain of man honey that tasted like heaven to Josh. He knew Daddy needed Josh's mouth to help him relax after a long day at the office, and those egg sized balls were full for the boy of the house to attend to.

Knowing Daddy's friend sat watching Josh's perfect bubble butt framed in his new jockstrap, his smooth, tight body, and full lips wrapped around Daddy's thick, twelve inch cock excited him even more. All mine. Not yours. Mine! Josh’s boy cock was painfully hard, his mouth even more hungry for Daddy's load. Josh was showing off, and Mitch was showing off, as well; Showing off his fat cock, mostly just showing off the beautiful boy he'd found and claimed as his own son; his good boy.

The long day, his colleague watching intently, all of it amounted to a massive groan from Mitch, as he placed both his big hands on the back of Joshy’s head, roaring as he shot a massively powerful load of cum down his boy’s hot, honey-tongued throat. Josh, himself, let out a hungry, pleading cry, moaning in delight, nursing on the cock he so loved.

Mitch, his face sweaty and hot with a man’s passion experienced the release and satisfaction a man can only feel when a real man feeds his boy.