“By me?”
“Mhmm,” I say,watching him and waiting for it to sink in. I see it the moment it does. His eyes widen, breath hitches. And yes, his dick thickens. I do love that I can see every single inch of him in these tiny shorts.
“You mean—”
He points downward, to the bulge in his shorts.
“I told you I have a cum fetish. Are you surprised by this?”
“I just thought you meant like… sucking dick or being cummedon—or playing with it.”
“If you assume I’d like sucking dick to get to the cum, wouldn’t you assume I like getting it in my mouth in other ways too?”
“I guess I didn’t think about that…”
“Is it a problem for you?” I ask, taking the napkin and putting it on my lap.
“Not at all, I… uh…” He looks at the food, licks his lips, then looks back at me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Cumming on one’s food? Yeah, not many have. It’s more fun that way.”
“And you’re just going to, uh, watch me?”
I shrug a shoulder, sitting up straighter. “You did say it was fine to watch you, right?”
“Yeah, but…” He pauses, swallowing hard. “Never mind. What if I can’t do it?”
“I anticipate the first couple of times being difficult. You can be shy, that’s okay, but judging by how excited you were on Monday, I assure you it won’t be a problem forever.” I give himanother look up and down, taking in his body. “When was the last time you came?”
“Uh, like… a few days ago, maybe. Tuesday? Maybe Wednesday.”
“So, you should be good then, if it’s been a few days.”
I lean back, waiting.
“You just want me to…” He rolls his wrist, gesturing to the food.
“Be my guest.”
“Should I get naked?”
“Do whatever makes you comfortable, Cassius. I enjoy seeing you in your element. I like knowing what you enjoy, and certainly what gets you off.”
“Okay, uh… do you have any lube? It’s easier, you know… uh, feels better.”
I dig into my pocket and pull out the packet I brought with me for this exact thing. I offer it to him, and he takes it gingerly, tearing it open with his teeth, and pulling the small piece from his mouth. He places it on the tray, squeezes the lube onto his palm, then tosses the rest of the packet onto the tray too. His thumb dips into the waistband of his shorts, sliding back and forth as he shoves them down enough that his balls and dick are free.
He’s not completely hairless, but there isn’t much on his body. His arms and legs, of course. A thin happy trail, and a bit between his pecs. The hair around his cock isn’t thick either.
I prefer my men not overly masculine, but not entirely feminine either. I like them somewhere in the middle, exactly how Cassius is.
His dick is half hard as he brings his hand to it, smearing the lube around and stroking. It looks like he’s never done it before, but after a few moments, he’s fully hard and stroking himself more confidently. My dick grows hard in my pants, and I adjust myself. His breathing grows heavier, small pleased sounds leaving his parted lips as his hand moves faster, his other holding onto his balls or sliding up his stomach and over his chest. His head falls back on his shoulders, and his feet shift, stomach muscles twitching.
He’s close, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Taking a step forward, he keeps jerking off, aiming his cock at my food. With a low grunt, his cum covers my pancakes, thick ropes landing across my plate and even on the table.
He pauses, catching his breath.