Aiden touched his rough cheek, running a finger along the man's sharp stubble. It was dark and prickly, covering the upper lip, chin, lower cheeks, jaw and part of the neck. Then he moved his finger to the deep groove in his cheek.

"Where did you get that scar from?"

"I was careless," the Master replied, moving closer and pressing his lips to Aiden's temple. The boy felt the scratch of his stubble against his smooth skin. He liked this feeling. He liked the thrill it sent through his heart, reminding him that the man holding him was so mature. Sometimes he forgot about their age difference. Sometimes he forgot that the Master was almost twice his age. Sometimes he forgot that if his father was still alive, he would be the same age as the man who was putting his cock into him and penetrating him with it hungrily. And when he realized it in moments like this, he felt a knot in his stomach and a twitch in his lower abdomen.

- What are you thinking about? - the man asked, stroking his hair and examining his lips.

"You wouldn't believe it," Aiden replied quietly, feeling his cheeks flush.

"Let's find out," the Master murmured, moving his large, rough hand to his smooth cheek and cupping it almost entirely.

Aiden sighed and clung to that masculine, grooved hand, nuzzling into it with a blissful smile.

"I was thinking... that sometimes... I feel... like you're my father..."

The Master snorted, fanning Aiden's face with the spicy scent of his breath.

Aiden blushed even more. "But not in that way... I mean... look."

He removed his hand from the man's cheek and pressed his hand to it, joining them as if in prayer. Aiden's fingers only reached halfway up the man's fingers.

"Mhm," Master murmured, smiling and intertwining his fingers with Aiden's, then bringing their joined hands to his mouth and kissing the boy's hand. "I see, my little one..."

Aiden blushed. He moved closer and kissed the man's stubbled jaw, feeling it prick his lips.

"I like it," he murmured softly, rubbing his cheek against his stubble. "The fact that you're so..."

"That I'm what?" the Master purred.

"So... strong. Tall. Older. That you know so many things. That I can hug you. That you teach me so many new things. And that you protect me. I guess that's what fathers do, right?"

The Master removed his lips from Aiden's hand and looked him straight in the eyes.

"But they don't put their cocks in their sons and they don't fuck them," he smirked.

Aiden felt himself blushing.

"Maybe some of them do this..." he whispered, looking deep into those flame-filled cracks.

He liked their little games. Gods, he liked everything about this man. Even if it seemed so... wrong, that his mind protested even though his body responded extremely enthusiastically.

"We can check it... " the Master whispered, looking at his red face with satisfaction. "If you like older men so much, one of them will soon possess your young body and use it as he likes--" The man moved his lips to his ear and poured his heavy, sticky whisper into it "--and he puts his dirty cock into your little ass..."

"No, it's not that I don't like them," Aiden replied quietly, feeling how hard his heart was beating and how violently these disgusting words of the Master ignited a fire in his loins. "Only you. Just you."

"Really?" the Master whispered, running his hand along the boy's naked body and stopping it on his buttock, which he squeezed tightly and possessively. "What else do you like? You must tell me so that I can fulfill your childhood needs..."
Aiden groaned and buried his face in the man's neck, pressing his lips to the rough skin and inhaling its heady aroma. The master even smelled like... like ripe tree bark.

"I like your big hands. I like the way you caress me with them, even when I'm sleeping... I like your dignity and authority... when you walk down the hall and everyone gets out of your way and runs away from you... and only I know what's hidden under your clothes. Only I had in my mouth what was hidden in your pants... and in myself."

The Master tightened his fingers convulsively on Aiden's buttock, and a loud gasp escaped his lips.

"I like it... when you lick me there. With the same tongue that you speak all those fancy words in class. And then you put it in me, in my back hole... and lick it thoroughly. I like how you push it so deep that I feel your tongue almost in my lower abdomen, as if you wanted to lick everything out of me. Even my soul."

The Master growled and pressed him harder against him, slipping a finger between his ass cheeks and pressing it against his throbbing entrance.

"And I will do it in a moment if you don't stop torturing me, my little demon..."

"I also like... when you lift me up, and I can wrap my knees around you and cuddle to you and you hold me in your arms and just carry me. To your bed. Or to the desk. Or on the table. Or wherever else you want to take me..."

"Dammit..." the Master groaned, rolling Aiden onto the sheets and lifting his legs up. The boy opened his eyes, which were stuck together with desire, and looked at the face of the man leaning over him, who was hastily unbuttoning his pants, staring at him with mad possession.

"I even like--" he whispered, licking his lips and looking at the wrinkles on that sharp, furrowed and scarred face, covered with careless stubble "--lying under you, just like now, with my legs spread open... as if I was giving everything to you. Like a puppy that lies under its master, surrendering itself to his hands..."
Something exploded in the man's eyes as he hastily lubricated his cock with saliva and tugged on Aiden's hips, spreading his thighs and thrusting into his entrance with an animalistic grunt.

The boy let out a whimpering moan, unprepared for such a sudden intrusion. The Master pushed the entire huge, rock-hard, swollen length of his insane desire into Aiden, wrapping his arms around him and holding onto him tightly.

"So that's how it is, my little one..." he whispered after a while, catching his breath. "You like feeling dominated by a man. You like spreading your legs in front of him. You like feeling... his throbbing desire inside you... don't you, boy?"

Aiden whimpered in response. He felt the Master's cock pulsating inside him, filling him completely, leaving no room for anything more. The Master began to move inside him, with long, deep, hard thrusts, pressing his stubbled cheek against Aiden's smooth cheek and pouring his low, hoarse whisper, punctuated by thrusts and gasps, into his ear:

"I'll tell you the truth about you? You are a stray boy... who spent his whole life looking for his man... A man to whom you could belong... and which will be yours? And you found him... I'll be your man... I will be your guardian? I will give you pleasure and strength... when you need them... I will be much more to you... than the man who fathered you... pouring his seed into your mother? Because I will be pouring my seed... into you... I will be feeding you with it... I will be impregnating you... with my desire... I will be guiding you through life... with my hand... and with my cock... I will be everything for you."

"Yes... you will be...Master" Aiden whispered and smiled.

 

THE END