Okay, he might be getting aggressive with the food thing.
He wants me messy today, apparently, I thought as I ate through pie and cake. He kissed me to “clean up” a few times, but mostly, he had me sitting on a silly little stool at a shorter table in the downstairs kitchen, eating various pastries he claimed he just “had” to get out of his fridges.
I don’t know if he thinks he has to lie, or if it’s something fun for him to pretend with, but I play along.
But why tiny chair and table? Why not out in the café?… So he can stand over me, I guess? I mean, he was doing a lot of pushing and poking, pinching my cheeks and cooing at me. He liked to make me look up at him.
He was watching me with great interest, rubbing his rock-hard cock bulging through his pants. God, it looked so tantalizing. I thought about his wet pussy, and my mouth started watering all over again. I’m happy to eat, but what I really wanted to eat was him. And besides, if the pants were coming off, then—
“You-you need to get in there, Marcellus,” he insisted again. He had told me this before, just before shoving something into my mouth and smearing it all over. I meant it when I thought he wanted me messy.
“Oh, like this?” I said playfully, sitting forward, opening my mouth jokingly wide for my fork.
“Yes, and hands behind your back!” I could see out of the corner of my eye he was moving behind me, as I put down my fork and obeyed. That’s weird. I had expected him to either take the fork or pick up some cake for me, as he had done already. He seemed a little jittery…
“Ahhh~” I said, like someone would do at a doctor visit, though trying to put a sexy spin on it as best I could.
Suddenly, I felt him over me and putting his hands on the back of my head, immediately mashing my face into the cake.
“Get in there, get in there!” he huffed excitedly as I felt him grinding against my back.
I wasn’t sure if this was his plan all along with the stool and such, but it was hard to think when I could barely breathe through all the cake.
His enthusiastic humping brought me forward and my hands to the floor, as my head hung onto the edge of the table. I could feel my dick fighting to get out of my pants as I enjoyed his aggression - his firm grip and pressing against my head as he thrust against my back in increasing speed and force, the slight kink in my neck that was forming, my chin being crushed against the table…
“Oh, oh oh!” he whimpered. Was he really cumming, just from this? He pressed my head like he was giving me CPR on my skull, straddling me and shuddering. Yes, I could feel a wetness on my back. His cock must have popped out during all of it, with something liquid definitely coming from it.
I sighed through a cake-covered nose as he relaxed his hands and slid them down my hair. He sat on me for a moment, giving big, happy pants. My arms and legs were shaking, but I held up. It’d been a while since I’d been ridden on like this, but I was also… so fucking horny.
He shifted forward, and was doing… something. I don’t know what. I wish I could see him, but in a moment I realized he had to be getting off, judging by the wet sounds and the way he was moaning my name in quiet delight. Soon, he pulled on my head back a bit and I heard him gasp, and then I felt a bit of warm fluid on my scalp.
God, fuck me. I felt dizzy, extremely fucking turned on and wanting my turn so badly. My head and senses felt loose as I let it roll a bit when he let go, feeling the sensation of his cum traveling through my hair.
He finally heaved himself off of me, and kneeled by my side. He giggled and kissed my cheek, licking the frosting off my covered face, which made me giggle a little too.
“Oh, good boy, my good boy Marcellus…” he said, cuddling his nose to me, and then turning my head to push his tongue into my mouth. The cake was ignored as he pulled me hard against his face to make out deeply, hotly…
“Zed…” I moaned between our tongues. “Please… I want it so bad…”
“You’re so good, Marcellus… So good… You taste so good…”
“Zeeed!” I complained pathetically.
He pulled back, a trail of spit connecting our tongues. “Oh, you do deserve a reward for being a good boy, don’t you?” he said sweetly.
I nodded, biting my lip with my eyes begging; giving him the best puppy-dog face I could, which wasn’t too hard since I could practically feel the ache in my cock and balls already, aching to be let out, played with… and cum.
“Sorry, you were just too sweet to resist!” he teased, joking about the food on my face. “Mmm, you’re not even undressed…” He skimmed his hands down my neck to my shirt, and began unbuttoning the top buttons, sliding his hands beneath and massaging my nipples.
I began to breathe hard. I was so needy that I couldn’t even point out that he had his clothes on too, aside from his cock that was barely peeking out, no longer fully hard (which was a bit disappointing).
He pinched, I groaned, he giggled and kissed me.
“More… more! Please… Zed… fuck me…”
“Really?” he said, pulling his hands away. “After yesterday, you’re not sore?”
“I don’t care…” I whined.
“Well, I do.” He moved away, trailing his hand along my side as he moved behind me again. “I had something else in mind.”
He pulled my pants down, causing me to sigh in relief as I was finally released. He began massaging my balls and gently applying lube to my ass. What did he have in mind, if not fucking, by doing that?
I soon found out as I felt something small, stiff, and slightly curved pushed into me, and begin buzzing.
“Ah, ah!” I cried out. A prostate massager! I began shivering almost immediately, already so tense. I felt him grip my dick, and he began gently jacking me off. I let out a shuddering sigh, resisting the urge to thrust into his hand. “F-faster…” I begged, wheezing. “God, I… I need more!”
“Ohh, cute Marcellus, so cute, such a good boy…” I gasped out again as I felt him press the vibrator into me, pushing it more against my prostate. “Yes, let me hear your voice…” he cooed some more.
“Ah, ahn! Ahh!” I kept yelping and whining as he stroked the massager in me.
He slowed down on my cock, bunching the foreskin at the end with a squeeze. “Oho, you’re oozing so much now!” he exclaimed quietly. “And you’re so hard… you’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes!” I panted.
“Cum for me?” he asked in that sticky sweet voice he’d been using, beating me off more quickly, fingering the vibrator more aggressivey. “Cum for me, Marcellus?”
“Nngh! Nngh!” I clenched my teeth. I could feel it building; it wouldn’t be long now.
“Cum, Marcellus, cum, cum!” he commanded, his voice full of excitement and joy. “Come on, cum!”
“O-oh, f-fuck!” I groaned loudly, breathing hard with my chest feeling hot and my nipples tingling. My voice had an embarrassing high pitch to it, as I felt him push hard inside me, the vibration of the massager feeling extreme.
Then my ass bucked without warning, and I came, giving out a shrieking cry of pleasure as he didn’t let up.
“So much, so much - you cum so much!” he said loudly with excitement, though it was hard to hear him as I groaned and cried, whimpering and shaking, feeling my whole fucking pelvis on electric fire with each rope slung.
I felt the toy removed and his hand steady, and I could finally give a gasping sigh of relief. The heat drained from my body, though my cock still throbbed and twitched strongly. He bunched the foreskin at the head again, squeezing, making me exhale a little hard, and I felt more oozing as he gave another happy giggle.
“Oh, how satisfying…” He had a twinkle in his voice. He’s so fucking obsessed with my load (and my foreskin, for that matter).
“You’re… telling me…” I panted, smiling a little.
He pushed me, and I mockingly collapsed on my side, sprawling on my back dramatically.
“I’m dead,” I said, though truthfully I fucking felt it.
He leaned over me, placing his cum-covered hand by my side and touching my face with his other.
“My Marcellus…” he hummed, smiling so peacefully and lovingly that you might have forgotten…
That he just smashed my fucking face in cake and came in my hair over it.
