Ch 3: Getting a Taste

Derek glances down and notices Clooney starting to get antsy. "Baby Boy, Clooney is ready for his swim. We'll have to get you a suit."

"It isn't necessary. I can just watch," Spencer says.

The hopeful tone does nothing to weaken his resolve. Spencer needs to exercise regularly, which Derek knows he isn't doing. Derek isn't about to give Spencer any leeway. "No. You will swim with us," Derek says firmly.

Slumping, Spencer nods.

Derek smiles at the surrender. "It won't be so bad. You might even come to enjoy it." Spencer stares back unimpressed but doesn't contradict him. Derek signals Clooney, who rushes toward the door. Spencer, however, is less eager; his sly attempts to convince Derek to change his mind on the way to the store are unsuccessful. Taking care of Spencer is his responsibility and he won't shirk it.

Parking, Derek opens the back windows for Clooney. He pats him, "Be good, Clooney, we'll be right back."

Spencer is slow to get out of the truck, looking adorably like a reluctant child, dragging his feet with the hope Daddy will feel bad and change his mind. Derek has no intentions of changing his mind, it's for Spencer's own good. Instead, he lays a hand low on Spencer's back and firmly guides him into the store. The brief resistance Spencer offers is quickly curbed when Derek doesn't give an inch. He keeps his amusement carefully hidden, it's best Spencer doesn't know.

Boys are always testing their Daddy's boundaries. Spencer's no different. Pushing is the only way Spencer will learn his limitations. The first punishment will set the tone and Derek has no doubt there will be a first. My boy is the stubborn sort. He'll learn, though. Resisting Spencer's pouty lips and big doe eyes will be his test. What matters is taking care of Spencer's needs, even when it is hard.

"What kind of suit do you want, Baby Boy?" With a hard look, Derek puts a stop to any whining before it can begin.

Spencer crosses his arms over his thin chest. "I don't know," he says with resignation.

Derek fingers a skimpy speedo. "As much as I'd love to see you in something like this, I don't want anyone else seeing that much of your beautiful body." Spencer's blush makes Derek grin roguishly and whispers in his ear, "I can't wait to get home and strip you of every stitch of clothing. Unwrap you like the best gift I ever received." Derek chuckles huskily as the blush darkens, spreading down his pale neck.

Spencer glances around furtively, whining softly, "Stop teasing me, Daddy."

"Want that, Baby? Want Daddy to unwrap you like a present? Show Daddy your beautiful body?"

Spencer nods almost imperceptibly. He glances up at Derek, biting his lip nervously.

"What is it, Baby Boy?"

"Can…" Spencer ducks his head shyly, "can I unwrap you?"

Grinning widely, Derek answers, "Hell yes, you can. After we go for a swim, it'll be our reward. No swim, no reward."

The eagerness on his face drops at the realization he won't be getting out of the swim. "Fine." Spencer scans the available swimsuits and chooses a couple to try on. He comes out to show Derek the options and together, they decide on a mid-thigh length purple pair that show off his long, long legs.

"Is there something else, Baby Boy?" Derek asks, staring at Spencer shuffling awkwardly with the purple shorts clutched tightly in his hands.

"Do I have to take off my shirt?"

Eyeing his boy up, Derek likes the idea of covering up more skin. "Of course not. Why don't we get you a shirt you can wear swimming?"

Shirt picked out, they head to the register. Spencer sputters when Derek takes out his wallet.

"But—"

Derek shushes him and pays for the clothes. Bag in hand, he wraps his other arm around Spencer.

"You didn't have to do that. I should have paid."

"I'm your Daddy. It's my privilege to take care of you." Derek kisses his temple and promises, "I am going to spoil you, Baby Boy, the way you deserve."

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"See, that wasn't so bad." Adorably wet, Spencer mock glares at him but Derek pays him no mind. Despite all his protests, his boy enjoyed swimming. Clooney leans heavily against Spencer's leg and stares up adoringly.

Spencer holds up a hand. "Don't say it."

Derek throws up his hands in surrender. "I didn't say anything." He doesn't need to say I told you so out loud, Spencer can already hear it.

Harrumphing, Spencer turns his attention to the adoring Clooney.

"Ready to go home?" Spencer nods. They pile into the truck and go home.

After a quick dual shower, their stomach growl. Patting his belly, Derek asks, "How does Mexican sound?"

Spencer shrugs. "Sure. Do you have a restaurant preference?"

Amused, Derek explains, "We aren't ordering. We're making."

"I can't cook. I usually just order in."

"Good thing I can because that has to stop. Eating out isn't healthy, Baby Boy." Derek takes out a package of hamburger from the freezer and starts warming it up in a pan. Cooking up large batches of hamburger and freezing them in meal-sized portions is a time-saver in the long run. "As much as possible, we'll be eating homemade meals. Your body should be treated like a temple." Putting in spices, Derek stirs the meat. He catches Spencer's less than thrilled expression in his peripheral vision. "That a problem?"

"My body has different needs than yours."

"Does it now?" Derek questions.

"Yes."

Derek takes note of the nervous picking of his clothes. "How so?"

Spencer stares at the opposite wall. "It needs sweet."

"Needs or wants?"

"Needs." He crosses his arms over his chest defensively. "I'm not giving up sugar. Or coffee."

"Sugar isn't good for you and you drink far too much coffee, Sweetheart," Derek explains gently.

"I don't care."

Derek takes hold of Spencer's chin and tilts his face up. "But I do. Your health and well-being are my top priority."

"I am healthy."

"And I want you to stay that way by eating healthy."

"Daddy," Spencer whines. "I need my sweets."

I can be your sweet, Baby Boy. I better get used to eating a lot of pineapples. He grins, imagining Spencer eagerly sucking his cock to get a taste of his sweetened cum. If I can get him addicted to the taste, it'd be win-win. I get Spencer's hot mouth around my cock and Spencer gets to feed his addiction for sweetness in a healthy way. Derek's lashes flutter shut, hearing his boy begging for a fix in his mind.

"Daddy?"

Derek opens his eyes and sees confused concern in Spencer's eyes. "Sorry, Baby Boy. I got lost in my fantasies." He can't resist giving him a quick kiss.

"Fantasizing about what?" Spencer asks.

The innocent question is not helping the growing bulge in his pants. "About you."

His golden hazel eyes go wide. "What? W-What was I doing?"

Derek backs Spencer up, trapping him between his body and the counter. He presses his erection against him, eating up the sound of Spencer's sharp breath. "Did you know that eating pineapple can make the taste of semen sweeter?" Not giving him a chance to answer, Derek rolls his hips. "You want to know what I was fantasizing about?"

Spencer arches forward, clutching on Derek like a lifeline. His garbled reply is indecipherable.

"I fantasized about getting you addicted to my cum, Baby Boy. I fantasized you begging me for another taste, for your fix. I fantasized about your pretty lips sealed over my cock. Of you swallowing my cum. Of you ever eager to get more of its sweetness in your belly."

Moaning daddy, Spencer clumsily thrusts against Derek.

Derek guides Spencer into a rhythm, whispering dirtily in his ear. "You want that, Baby Boy? Your Daddy's cock stretching your sweet mouth wide. Gonna be Daddy's good little cocksucker?" Spencer's strangled moan signals he's close. Derek lifts him onto the counter and Spencer wraps his long legs tightly around his hips, keeping him close. "I bet you'd get on your knees for me right now if Daddy asked. Suck me with that virgin mouth of yours. Feel my heavy cock on your tongue."

Spencer arches and cums. Derek almost cums just from watching him, his poor boy shaking from the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. Spencer's eyes flutter open. "Please, Daddy."

"Fuck, Baby Boy." How can he refuse? Derek moves back, quickly flicking off the heat on the stove and waits.

Spencer slips down from the counter. Staring at Derek, Spencer moves over to the sink. He grabs a paper towel, wetting it, Spencer opens his pants and hastily cleans himself.

Derek keeps still as Spencer stands in front of him before moving slowly to his knees. His boy is obviously nervous but seems determined. Spencer's hands hover over his belt. Derek gently combs his fingers through his hair reassuringly. "You don't have to do this, Baby Boy. Not until you are ready."

Looking up, Spencer relaxes as their eyes meet. "I know, Daddy." He blushes. "What you said, a-about me putting my mouth on y-you, about t-tasting you. It was arousing to t-think about and i-imagine. I want to know how it feels." Spencer licks his lips. "C-Can I?"

Brushing his hair back from his forehead, Derek stares into his boy's eyes. "Only if you want to."

"I do." Spencer's nimble fingers work open Derek's belt while his eyes stay on Derek as if needing reassurance that Derek wants it too. He tugs Derek's pants and boxers down his legs. Spencer takes a shaky breath as he is inches away from Derek's cock.

"Take your time, Baby Boy. Daddy can be patient."

Spencer reaches out, grabbing hold of him and strokes tentatively. "Is this okay?"

"Firmer, like this." Derek covers his hand and guides him. "Yeah, just like that." He lets go. Fascinated by the concentration in Spencer's face, Derek watches him with the same intensity that Spencer is staring at his cock. His boy bites his lip and glances up for reassurance. Fuck. His cock twitches at the innocent, insecure but eager expression. Spencer's eyes widened when his cock jumps in his hand.

"Oh." Seeming fascinated, Spencer leans closer. "Did I do that?" he asks, looking up again.

Derek tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, you did, Baby Boy."

He studies his cock curiously. "How?"

"You looked at me."

Spencer's nose scrunches up in confusion. "That's it?"

"That's it." Derek tugs lightly on his hair, tilting Spencer's head back further. "The expression on your face," he looks up at the ceiling and groans, picturing it in his mind. "Fuck, Baby Boy. You don't know what that does to me. How eager you looked, despite your innocence and insecurity. I can see how much you want to please me." The blush spreading over Spencer's cheeks only arouses him further. "I just want to cum all over that beautiful face of yours. Cover your innocence, your gorgeous blush, with my cum." Spencer tries to duck his head to hide his darkening blush but Derek keeps him in place. "Beautiful."

Spencer gulps nervously, glancing up briefly. The heated gaze Derek gives him appears to give him confidence and he leans forward, pink tongue darting out for a quick taste.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"Y-Yeah?" he asks, leaning back.

Derek cups the back of Spencer's head, gently guiding him back into place. "Yeah. Hotter than any fantasy I had. Been dreaming about your mouth on me since I met you."

Urged on, Spencer opens and wraps his mouth around his cock. He goes too deep, hitting his gag reflex. Between coughs, an embarrassed Spencer apologizes.

Once Spencer is back under control, Derek soothes, "Hey, it's okay. Start slow, Baby Boy. You're not going to take all of me right away. Ease into it."

Taking his advice, Spencer takes a deep breath and tries again. With just the tip in his mouth, he sucks experimentally.

Derek groans, the sight of his boy sucking him is perfect.

Encouraged, Spencer sucks harder.

"Yeah, suck Daddy's cock." Spencer licks and sucks on the head. When he starts to bob down a little, Derek tells him, "Take as little or as much as you feel comfortable with." He doesn't want Spencer to choke himself on his cock. At least not until he's more experienced and able to actually enjoy it. If his profile of Spencer is correct, and he's certain it is, his boy will very much enjoy being 'forced' to take his cock. Until then, Derek's happy to take what his boy is able to give. "Does Daddy taste good?"

Spencer pulls off with a moan. "So good, Daddy." He dives forward for another taste.

"Use your hands, Baby Boy. Stroke what doesn't fit in that pretty mouth of yours." Spencer synchronizes a rhythm with a bit of effort. Taking initiative, he licks down his shaft, lapping delicately at his balls. "Feels good, Baby Boy." With curiosity, Spencer sucks on his balls, then tongues around the base of his cock before moving back up. His boy's enthusiasm is intoxicating. "Getting close."

Spencer's expression sharpens, focusing all of his attention and effort on pleasuring Derek.

Derek's eyes shut and the sensations wash over him. Feeling the pressure build, he asks, "Going to let Daddy cum on that pretty, innocent face of yours?"

Mouth full, Spencer looks up and slowly eases back. "Please, Daddy."

Taking himself in hand, Derek rubs his cocks against Spencer's pink lips, spreading pre-cum all over them. His boy's tongue flicks out, chasing the taste. I knew it, my boy's gonna be an eager little cocksucker. Gonna be my little cum addict. Derek stares down at him and starts stroking himself. "Gonna mark you up, Baby Boy."

"Please, Daddy!" Spencer's golden hazel eyes plead.

Fuck, look at how much he wants it. Derek strokes himself harder and faster, needing to sully his boy's innocence with his cum. "Close your eyes, Baby Boy. Daddy's gonna cum." Spencer's eyes close a second before the cum spurts onto his face. Derek grunts, wringing out every bit of cum. He looks down. Sweet Jesus. Spencer looks better than he could have imagined covered in his cum. Derek needs to remember this. He grabs his phone. "You don't know how fucking gorgeous you look, Baby Boy."

Derek grins at the blush he spots forming on his cheeks. Spencer opens his mouth but Derek stops him, "Don't move." Frozen, Spencer waits for instructions. "Close your mouth. I want to take a picture of you, Baby Boy."

Spencer flushes darkly.

"Is that okay? Nod or shake your head. I won't be mad if you say no." Disappointed as fuck but not mad. Derek waits for Spencer's answer, giving him time to think about it. He exhales in relief when Spencer nods. "Stay still." Derek snaps several pictures, marveling at how arousing his boy looks covered in his cum. "Can you open your eyes and look at me? Carefully."

Spencer eases his eyes open and stares up at Derek.

"Fuck." If he thought Spencer was arousing before, this is a million times more intense. Those innocent eyes staring up at him while his face is covered in cum… "Fuck." Derek swallows roughly, then snaps pictures. He sets his phone aside and sinks to his knees in front of Spencer. Grabbing a hold of his chin, Derek turns Spencer's face to the side and licks a stripe up his cheek. Humming at the taste, he turns him back and presses a kiss to his lips. Slow and tender, he coaxes Spencer's mouth open and shares the taste. His boy moans and presses closer. Derek moves, sitting on the floor with Spencer astride his lap. He can feel how hard his boy is, he doubts Spencer is even aware he's rocking in his lap as they kiss.

When the kiss breaks, Spencer whimpers in protest. "More, Daddy."

Derek chuckles. "How can I refuse my boy?" He drags a finger through the cum and offers it to Spencer. He sucks it clean, then shares it with Derek in a dirty kiss. Together, they clean every drop of cum off Spencer, sharing all of it with kisses.

Cum gone, Spencer's focus turns to his own arousal. "Please, Daddy."

"Need some help, Baby Boy?" At Spencer's eager nod, Derek pats his bottom. "Up." Spencer scrambles to his feet and Derek follows. He strips Spencer and easily lifts him, carrying him over to the table. Laying him back, Derek wastes no time swallowing Spencer's straining cock. In less than a minute, Spencer cums down Derek's throat with a cry. "Beautiful." Spencer lies limp and satisfied on top of the table. Derek's mind goes to all the dirty things he wants to do with Spencer at the table. He has many, many fantasies to recreate.

Life is very, very good.

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