Sandro groaned. “Oh Kevy… That is a peach. And an unexpected color too. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all that from me. You’re not wearing jeans until tomorrow. Go on, Daddy wants to see the stockings on those slender legs.”
Kevin glanced over his shoulder, bared for his first lover’s pleasure. He tried to think of a more graceful way to do the reveal, but eventually he turned back around, shivering from nerves as he bent over to take the jeans off.
“Baby boy, how I wish I had put a mirror behind you,” Sandro purred, crooking his neck as if he hoped it could get him a better look at Kevin’s ass. Oh well, he needed to wait.
Kevin was too busy thinking about how sheer the lace at the front of the panties was and how hot his face felt. He grabbed his Coke and drank half the glass in one go to cool off.
No amount of ice could help his composure when Sandro rose and approached him in quick strides. He entwined their fingers, as if he wanted to remind Kevin how much thicker his own were. But before Kevin could have gotten over the sensation crawling up his back, Sandro pulled Kevin’s hand to the bulge in his pants.
“Feel that, baby? That’s what you do to me. I can’t wait to hear you moaning for Daddy when I fill your tight little ass.”
Kevin’s dick twitched in response, and he took a long sniff of Sandro’s cologne, daring to get a good feel of the cock hidden in Sandro’s pants. He was so hard. So hard for him. “Can’t wait, Daddy,” he whispered and stood on his toes to kiss Sandro, because he was done waiting. Maybe he was smaller, younger and wore backless panties, but he could have agency, goddammit!
Sandro instantly embraced him, a strong presence, like a warm cloak on a rainy day to stop him from shivering. He kept one arm around Kevin, but the other explored Kevin’s ass without haste, kneading and squeezing as his lips opened Kevin’s.
It took half a second for Kevin to realize how proficient Daddy was at kissing. The stubble scratched his skin ever-so-gently, a reminder that Kevin was dealing with a grown man, but there was a gentleness to the way Sandro coaxed Kevin’s tongue into a dance with his own. It moved back and forth, as if they were already having sex. Soft. Hot. Wet.
Kevin closed his eyes and let go of Daddy’s hard cock to wrap his arms around Sandro’s neck and steady himself because his knees got too weak to hold his weight. He didn’t want to let go. Didn’t care about privacy. He’d spread his legs and let Daddy in on the sofa behind them if asked for it. He rocked his hard cock against Sandro’s belt despite it being trapped in lace. He could bet he was already leaving pre-cum on the fabric, and thinking about a dark spot on the pristine surface made him feel deliciously naughty.
Kevin moaned into the kiss when Sandro's fingers slid between his buttocks, reminding him just how vulnerable and available the panties made him. But that only created more excitement. Kevin shivered in anticipation when one of the fingertips delved deeper and rubbed against his pucker with supreme gentleness.
“You like that, baby?” Sandro whispered, teasing mercilessly as he kissed his way up Kevin’s cheek.
“Yes, Daddy. I can’t wait for you to make me yours.” He hadn’t thought much before saying that—when did he ever hold his tongue?—but he meant every word. He wanted to know what it was like to bottom for a man like Sandro. Even if it ended up not being as pleasant as he hoped. Even if it hurt. He wanted to know.
But Sandro gave Kevin a little slap on the ass and pulled away. “You’re trying to get me arrested, boy. This is still a public place, and the last thing I want is getting interrupted when I'm about to take your cherry.”
Kevin was a flustered mess, but he was happy to see that Sandro’s cheeks also darkened. “Take me to your island then. It’s impolite to keep a guest waiting, Daddy.”
Sandro laughed and patted Kevin’s ass again as he walked up to the seat in front of the controls. “You think I’m going to let you school me on manners, boy? You’re really asking for that spanking.”
Kevin giggled and curled his legs up in the seat to bait Sandro with the stockings. He couldn’t believe how excited he was, how elated, how at ease with a man he’d just met. Despite the obvious power imbalance, Kevin didn’t feel threatened. He wanted Sandro on top of him. The sooner the better.
Sandro turned on the engine, and as they drove away from the marina and toward the sun, Kevin’s thoughts buzzed with images of their bodies wrapped together. Their sex would be fast, exhilarating, and for Sandro—expensive.