Sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the tangled sheets where Marcus and Alex lay entwined. Marcus stirred, pressing a soft kiss to Alex’s shoulder, his muscular arm draped protectively over the younger man’s waist. “Morning, beautiful,” he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating against Alex’s skin. “Last night was incredible.” Alex smiled sleepily, nestling closer into the warmth of Marcus’s hairy chest. “It was… more than I imagined,” he replied, his light beard brushing against Marcus as they shared a few lazy, lingering kisses, the taste of wine and passion still on their lips.
Marcus grinned mischievously, his dark eyes sparkling with playful intent. “I almost forgot—I brought you a present. Something to make this weekend even more fun.” He reached into his bag and handed Alex a neatly wrapped box, tied with a satin ribbon that shimmered in the light.
Alex untied it curiously, lifting the lid to reveal black fishnet stockings and a pair of matching black lacy panties, the delicate fabric intricate and sheer. His eyes widened, a flare of nerves twisting in his stomach. “Are these… for me? I’ve never worn anything like this…” He trailed off, fingering the lace tentatively, the thought of dressing so femininely both thrilling and intimidating.
Marcus chuckled softly, pulling Alex into his lap with strong, gentle hands on his hips. “Hey, no worries, princess, but just imagine how sexy you might feel in them—the way they’ll hug your body and that perfect booty, making you irresistible. If you wear them all weekend, I’ll treat you like royalty, worshiping every inch of you in every room of this cabin. Teasing touches in the kitchen, slow kisses on the porch at sunset… and when the time comes for more, I’ll be so gentle, easing into you with care, making sure it feels nothing but perfect. No pain, just pure bliss.” Alex’s doubts began to melt under the heat of Marcus’s gaze and the promise in his words, replaced by a spark of excitement. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation. “For you, Daddy.”
Alex slipped into the bathroom to change, the fishnet stockings gliding up his legs like a seductive whisper, hugging his thighs with their intricate weave. The lacy panties followed, the sheer black fabric settling over his hips, the delicate patterns framing his form in a way that made him pause at the mirror. His butt looked irresistible—plump and rounded, the lace clinging to the curves like a second skin, accentuating the soft swell of his cheeks while the sheer material teased hints of smooth skin beneath. The high-cut edges rode up just enough to highlight the firmness from his subtle workouts, creating a tantalizing contrast of innocence and allure that made Alex feel unexpectedly bold and desirable. He turned, admiring how the lace dipped into the cleft, emphasizing his shape in a way that sent a thrill through him.
When he stepped out, shyly posing in the doorway, Marcus’s reaction was visceral—his dark eyes raked over Alex’s body, lingering on the panties, hunger flaring as he drank in the sight. “God, you look stunning,” Marcus breathed, his voice thick with desire, arousal straining evident against his shorts. He rose from the bed, closing the distance in two strides, his hands immediately roaming over the fishnets on Alex’s legs before sliding up to cup his butt through the lace. “This ass… princess, it’s perfection. So plump and juicy, wrapped in that lace like a gift just for your Daddy. The way it fills out the panties, teasing me with every curve—firm yet soft, begging to be touched.” His fingers traced the lacy edges, squeezing gently, savoring the mix of smooth skin and delicate fabric, eliciting a shiver from Alex.
Alex felt a rush of sexiness he’d never known, the lingerie amplifying his confidence as Marcus’s touches ignited sparks. They tumbled back onto the bed, Marcus’s hands and lips exploring every inch, drawing moans of “Daddy” from Alex’s lips, which only spurred Marcus to whisper “princess” in return, their connection deepening with every caress.
By midday, the heat between them had built to a fever pitch. Marcus led Alex to the living room wall, positioning him facing it, hands braced against the cool wood for support. “Stand here for me, princess,” he whispered, his breath hot against Alex’s neck as he knelt behind him. With skilled fingers, he prepared Alex, applying generous lubricant, working slowly to ensure every moment was comfortable and slick. Alex trembled, the lace panties pushed aside just enough, anticipation crackling like electricity in the air.
Marcus rose, his large hands gripping Alex’s hips firmly yet tenderly. “Relax, my princess,” he murmured, lips brushing Alex’s ear, his voice a soothing command. “Daddy’s got you—nice and slow.” He slowly pushed inside, feeling how tight Alex was, hoping he wouldn’t hurt this beautiful boy. He allowed Alex some time to get used to the tip of his thick black cock, while kissing his princess on the neck and caressing the small of his back. Then Marcus slid in gently, the stretch intense yet perfect, filling Alex with a warm, throbbing fullness that sparked waves of ecstasy through his core. It was a profound surrender and empowerment, his body alive with sensation—the deep pressure, the intimate friction—as moans of “Daddy” escaped his lips. Slowly this Adonis inside him withdrew until he was almost fully out, giving Alex some time to recover before he pushed back inside. This movement continued and started to pick up a little speed, as Marcus felt Alex’s opening relax more and more, his princess giving into the other worldly sensations deep inside him. Marcus moved with deliberate rhythm, whispering, “You’re so perfect for me, princess,” his hands roaming the lace-clad form, the fabric adding a tantalizing texture to every thrust.
The tension coiled tighter, Alex’s body responding to each movement, his plump butt pressing back against Marcus, the lace panties framing the scene erotically. Marcus’s pace quickened slightly, his grip tightening as pleasure built. “Princess… I’m close,” he groaned, and with a final, deep thrust, he shot his love inside Alex—a hot, pulsing surge that flooded him with warmth, intimate and claiming, the sensation of being filled so completely sending Alex over the edge. His sphincter tightened around Marcus as he screamed in ecstasy, involuntarily spasming, his legs shaking so hard his butt jiggled in the lace panties, his cum trapped in the panties too. It felt like pure connection, Marcus’s essence marking him from within, waves of bliss radiating as they both cried out, collapsing against the wall in hot, sweaty, sticky ecstasy.
They slid to the floor, entwined and breathless, the cabin now truly their private haven, the ocean’s roar a distant applause.
