Asher, p.5
Asher, page 5
Asher stood and moved around the booth to sit beside me. “Do you like watching them baby boy?” he murmured in my ear. I bit into my bottom lip and nodded my head. “Would you like to sit on Daddy’s knee?”
I gasped; it was the first time Asher had addressed himself as Daddy. I was here for it.
“Yes Daddy,” I whispered. Asher’s eyes darkened and with a swift lift, I found myself sprawled over Asher’s lap. My back was resting against his chest. My cock was throbbing in my jeans.
“Want Daddy to help you?” Asher rumbled.
I moaned and nodded my head. Asher slowly slipped the button from my jeans and slid the zipper down. He reached a big hand into my boxers and slid his fingers along the hard shaft.
“What are your safewords baby?” he asked.
“Green, Amber, and Red,” I replied.
“Good boy,” Asher said as he slipped my cock free from my boxers and stroked it in time with the movements Coltrane made on Monroe. My breath caught in my throat, and I groaned.
Monroe opened his eyes and looked at me. A small smirk formed on his lips before he closed his eyes again. The combined scent of our arousal’s seemed to swirl throughout the air. My moans were wanton as I ground my ass against Asher’s cock that was hard in his pants. Asher’s hand felt good, but it wasn’t enough.
“More Daddy,” I moaned.
Asher seemed to get the message. He reached between us, and I felt him unbuckle his pants. Sliding the back of my jeans down so that my ass was exposed, I felt Asher’s cock slide through my crease. Asher stroked the head of his cock through my slick, coating it in the moisture.
With a firm hand, Asher pushed the top half of me forward. Angling his cock, he slid deep inside me. My breath caught in a gasp that ended on a moan as my ass stretched around him. Hitting every pleasure spot as he moved inside me. I rocked back and forth on Asher’s hip, getting lost in the feeling of my Daddy filling me up. The combination of Monroe’s moans, being watched, the scent of arousal that surrounded us, and the bass beat took me away. My mind was hyper-focused on Asher’s cock as I moved in time with the music.
Soon I was crying out as my cock sprayed the table in front of me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I could hear Monroe cry too. Asher growled and I felt his cock swell as he sprayed me full of cum. I leaned back against his chest with a small, serene smile on my lips.
“That was so good,” Monroe said with a smile in his voice.
I opened my eyes to see that those that had been standing around watching had gone back to their partners or to the bathroom to clean up any mess they made. Monroe grinned at me and reached out a hand to fist bump.
I laughed and bumped his knuckles as I looked down at the mess, we had both made on the table in front of us. Coltrane moved Monroe to the side as I slipped off Asher and put my cock back in my jeans. Coltrane stepped away from the booth before coming back with antiseptic wipes. He washed down the table and threw the wipes in a wastebasket that sat against the wall.
“Ready to go, baby? We have an early start tomorrow,” Asher said.
I turned in Asher’s lap and leaned in close to his ear so that only he could hear me. There was just one more thing I wanted to do before we left the club. “Daddy, will you take me to a private room and stretch me? Fist me?”
Asher growled deep in his throat and his eyes darkened. I felt his cock twitch at the thought and a small smile formed on his lips.
“Yes. Let’s go, boy,” Asher said as he took my hand in his and led me silently out of the club and towards the private rooms.
Chapter Twelve
Asher
I think somewhere I must have done something exceptionally good for the mother creator to bless me with March. I led him out of the club with a quick wave over my shoulder to Coltrane who watched us with a knowing smile that we weren’t done for the night. If I knew Coltrane and Monroe, I knew that they weren’t done either.
I knew exactly which room I wanted to take March to. I just hoped that it was free. I led him past the classroom and was happy when I saw the door to the medical room open. Using the tablet next to the door, I booked out the room for an hour and guided March inside.
Turning I shut and locked the door behind us. “How about a little role-playing?” I suggested.
March’s grin was wicked as his head bounced up and down on his shoulders. I smirked and went to the steel locker that sat in the corner of the room. Opening it, I found out the white lab coat and stethoscope. Sliding the white lab coat on, I curled the stethoscope across my shoulders.
“Good evening, Mr. Adams. I see on your chart that you are here to receive a full checkup. Is that correct?” I said slipping into the role of a doctor.
“Ah yes. I’m a little worried about mating. I’m concerned that my mate will be too big for me.”
“Oh, I see. Well in that case I will have a look to see what I can do about it. How about you strip your clothes off and leave them on the seat, then come and hop up on the bed. I’ll just gather the instruments that I need.”
March nodded and set about taking his clothes off. I turned my back and started to gather up a new disposable speculum, gloves, and lube. Not that I imagined needing a lot of lube with the combination of his slick and my cum that was already in there. But I didn’t want my boy to be uncomfortable.
When I heard the crinkle of the paper on the bed, I turned back to March and saw him lying flat on his back. His legs were dangling off the end of the bed. Wheeling the table over to beside the bed, I silently pulled the stirrups out so that March could place his feet.
“Okay Mr. Adams, just pop your feet on the two stirrups for me and we will begin,” I instructed.
March followed my direction and placed his feet into the stirrups. This position opened him up completely to me. The scent of our sex was still strong, making my cock hard. I slowly slid the gloves onto my hands, purposely not looking at March as I did so. Once I was gloved and ready, I turned back to March and smiled up at him.
“Alright, first I’m just going to have a quick look at your testicles to make sure everything is doing alright there. Just let me know if you have any pain or discomfort,” I said.
March sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth and nodded. Gently I cupped each ball in my hand, rolling them and gently pulling at them. March’s cock was hard against his belly and his eyes rolled to the back of his head causing me to smirk.
“Your testicles look good and healthy. Although they feel a little full. Do you masturbate often?” I asked.
March’s cheeks tinted. “Not for a little while, but usually once a day.”
“Right, I see. Well, it is healthy to ejaculate at least once a day. I would like to make sure you do that. I’m going to help you empty your testicles today so that they stay nice and healthy.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” March replied.
“Okay, now, I’m just going to have a little look at your prostate and then we will check the reason you are having so much trouble stretching.”
I reached out for the lube and squirted a healthy amount onto two fingers. Gently I circled my fingers around March’s hole. Watching his face, he had his bottom lip held tight between his teeth and his eyes were hooded.
Slowly with one finger I slid inside his hole and crooked my digit to press on the little button that I knew was going to get a reaction. March moaned and flexed down onto my finger further. I continued to stroke over his prostate, watching as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. March licked over his bottom lip before his mouth dropped open.
“Doctor, if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” March whined.
“That’s quite alright Mr. Adams. If you feel the need to cum, please do so, as I explained, it is healthy.”
March nodded his head and a small crease appeared between his brows as he concentrated on that pleasure that was building up inside him. I continued to stroke over his prostate, moving my finger in and out of him. March thrust his hips in time with my movement.
Suddenly March’s toes curled into the stirrups and his hands curled into fists. “Oh god yes,” he cried as jets of cum hit his stomach and chest.
“That was incredibly good Mr. Adams. Now, I will check the problem with your stretch,” I said. “I can feel that your anus is very tight. This is a speculum. I’m going to use this to help stretch you open.”
March looked down his body at me with hooded eyes, he was still lost in the pleasure and nodded his head. I took the lube and coated the speculum with the slippery liquid. Guiding it to March’s entrance, I slipped it inside. The instrument slid in easily as March was already stretched from not only my fingers but my cock earlier.
March groaned again as the speculum nestled into place. “Right, I’m going to start the process of stretching you. Please remember to use your safe words at any time.”
“Thank you, Doctor,” March replied.
Looking over at him, I could see that he wasn’t anywhere near needing to rely on his safe words. His face was the epitome of pleasure. His nipples were hard, and his cock still hadn’t gone down, even despite having cum twice in a short amount of time.
Slowly I started to wind the screw on the speculum that helped to widen the instrument. As March’s hole began to stretch, I continued to watch March’s face for any sign of discomfort, to make sure that I wasn’t moving too fast. March’s eyes were rolled, and his breathing was labored. His cock was leaking, and I knew it wasn’t going to take much for him to cum again.
“Color please Mr. Adams?” I requested when the speculum was a quarter of the way open.
“Green,” March practically moaned.
I smiled and continued to twist the speculum open. At the halfway point, March informed me that he was still at green. His hole was gaping open, and I couldn’t wait to fill it with my fist. Just the very thought of it almost made me cum in my pants.
Finally, we reached the full mark. March’s hole was stretched wide. His slick dribbled in a constant and steady stream onto the paper beneath him. I continued to watch March’s face which was nothing short of euphoric.
“We are at full stretch now Mr. Adams. I’m now going to fill you,” I said as my voice came out husky.
“Oh god, yes please Doctor,” March moaned.
Coating my hand in more lube, I slid my gloved fingers beneath the speculum, pulling slightly on March’s hole. March moaned. Starting with two fingers I moved them in and out of him, knowing that he wouldn’t be getting much satisfaction. I inserted another two fingers which was a tight fit with the speculum in place.
Slowly with the other hand, I backed off the speculum enough that I could slide it out of March without hurting him. His hole instantly shrunk to hold my four fingers captive.
“Color, please Mr. Adams?” I requested.
“Green, Daddy, so green,” March cried out.
I chuckled at his momentary lapse of role play. Maneuvering my thumb under my palm I slid it inside. March’s ass felt like it was sucking my hand inside him. Once I’d pushed my knuckles through the tight ring of muscle, March let out a long string of nonsensical words.
His toes curled and his fists gripped the paper beneath him. “Oh god, I feel so full. It feels so good,” March cried.
I started to move my hand slowly in and out of him. March gasped and groaned. It didn’t take long before March’s ass was loosened, and I could safely speed up my movements without hurting him. I moved my hand out before punching back through the muscles into his ass.
March cried out over and over. “Daddy, I’m cumming, oh god, oh god, oh Jesus, I can’t hold it.”
“Cum for me baby boy,” I growled.
Jets of cum sprayed from March’s cock, followed by a long and powerful stream of urine that coated down over his belly and hips. Once it was finished, I held my hand still, giving him time to come down from that soaring height of pleasure.
Slowly I removed my hand, as March moaned. His eyes were closed and his whole body relaxed. I slipped off the gloves and slid my phone from my pocket. While March’s eyes were still shut, I quickly snapped a couple of pictures. Some of his whole body and the blissed-out look on his face, the other of that red rosebud that showed his ass had been well used.
Standing I grabbed a washcloth and dampened it with warm water before slowly wiping down my boy. March moaned and smiled serenely.
“Ready to go upstairs and to bed baby boy?” I asked quietly.
March nodded his head. He looked half asleep already. Dumping the washcloth into the laundry basket, I lifted March into my arms, before stopping to pick up his clothes. Leaving the room, to come back to clean up, I quietly walked March upstairs to our home and to our bed.
Chapter Thirteen
Asher
March grumbled as my alarm went off, making me chuckle. We had to be on the road early if we wanted to get to his family home ready to cook lunch. I’d packed the mobile fridge the night before, full of meat to cook on a barbecue.
“Come on boy, it’s time to wake up,” I said with another chuckle.
“Ugh,” March groaned. “Why do I have to wake up so early.”
“You can sleep in the car. But you must get up and shower before we go,” I said as I flicked the blankets from March’s body.
My boy groaned again but this time flicked his eyes open and slowly climbed out of bed. He shuffled his way to the shower, and I heard the taps turn on. Smiling, I stood from the bed and went into the kitchen to prepare some bottles of water and a couple of cans of coke for March as well as a coffee for me.
By the time I had some egg sandwiches cooked and plated for my boy to eat, March was coming out of the bedroom dressed in his jeans, t-shirt, and Chucks. He sat at the bench, and I slid the sandwich in his direction with a large glass of juice. We hadn’t set out strict rules yet, but when I found out that he normally drank coke in the mornings, I’d made a point to see that he drank juice instead.
Honestly, coke wasn’t any worse than my morning coffee, but it made me feel better knowing that he was drinking juice with his breakfast instead. I kissed March on top of his head as he took a large bite out of his sandwich. His eyes were still drooping, and he looked tired. My boy wasn’t a morning person.
I went into the bathroom and flipped the water on, before climbing in under the hot spray. I quickly washed my body with body wash before shampooing and conditioning my hair. Once I was washed, I flipped the taps off and climbed out to brush my teeth and brush my hair and beard.
By the time I was dressed and ready to go, March was just putting his dishes in the dishwasher. He looked somewhat more awake when he looked over at me.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
March sunk his teeth into his lip and nodded his head. I could tell that he wasn’t being completely honest with me, and I raised my eyebrow. One thing we had talked about was that we wouldn’t tell lies. No matter how small they seemed.
March sighed and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “I’m a bit nervous.”
“What about?” I asked. I had a feeling I knew the answer, but I wanted him to get into the habit of vocalizing when he had a problem.
“Well,” he said waving his hand around the room. “This place is full of luxury. Hell, you are the richest man I’ve ever met. My family. We aren’t rich. Even Olivia and Jarret, are a doctor and a lawyer and even they don’t have the money that you do.”
I stepped towards him and reached out, placing my hands on March’s shoulders. “Money doesn’t mean anything to me. I know that it is hard to tell because I do have a lot of luxury items. The reason I have those things is more out of comfort than showing off. I don’t know how to make you believe that it doesn’t matter to me that your family doesn’t have money.”
March sighed and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just worried.”
I frowned. “March are you worried that I won’t like your family, or is it that you are worried your family won’t like me?”
March glanced up at me briefly and his face told me the answer. His family was going to judge me based on my financial status. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d been judged because I had money. As soon as people got to know me, they realized just how little social status or financial status meant to me. But I understood how my having money sometimes made people feel inferior and intimidated them.
“I’m sorry Asher. I hate that they have this prejudice against people with money. I really want them to like you, but I’m worried that they are going to say things that might be offensive,” March said.
I nodded my head and leaned in to kiss his forehead. “I’m a big boy March. And I have big shoulders. I’ve lived a long time and have met a lot of people. There have been a lot of people in life that have had prejudices against me because I have money. They don’t take the time to get to know me. They don’t want to see my morals or what I believe in. That is their loss. I would really like it if your family got to know me and liked me, but if they don’t then I can’t change the way they think. I can only be myself and hope they see past my wealth. At the end of the day, the only other person whose opinion means anything to me is yours.”
March looked up at me with tears in his eyes. His smile wobbled and he wrapped his slender arms around my middle. I pulled him tight against my chest and kissed the top of his head. I didn’t care what his family thought of me. If I had March by my side, their opinion meant nothing.
Chapter Fourteen
March
I couldn’t stop worrying about how my family would react to Asher on the drive to Lancaster. It was easy to get lost in the fantasy of my new life. Asher drove a BMW SUV. He dressed in expensive labels. While my family dressed out of thrift stores. Papa’s old car had more rust than metal in it. The inside was as bare as could be before being deemed unroadworthy.
