He stands under the water’s spray, letting it do most of the work, and I praise him again when his hands barely brush over his crotch during his quick attempt to get rid of all the soap.
“Now,” I leer at him, and take my own dick in hand, using the remaining slickness from the washcloth to glide my fist up and down my shaft, “it’s your turn to watch Daddy make a mess.”
He leans against the tiles, sliding his hands behind his ass, presumably to hold them in place and avoid temptation. I wantto tell him that I’m proud of that decision, but words are already evading me in my race to get myself off.
“Fuck, Daddy,” he practically mewls, his darkening gaze locked on the motion of my fist. His hips rock, bumping his ass up against his hands. “You’re so hot.Thisis so hot.”
“Not as hot as you,” I pant out, reaching out blindly with my spare hand to brace against the tiles beside his shoulder. “You…you know what you did to me this afternoon, don’t you? Which buttons you pressed.Mmmmph.” I shut my eyes as I moan, recalling the confidence and challenge on his face as he had planted his feet and deliberately let go as I’d watched. “Fuck, honey. How did you know?”
“I didn’t,” his answer is breathy. He sounds enraptured. I force myself to open my eyes, to look at him. He shrugs, but his gaze is still locked on my shuttling fist. “I was…I wanted to see how far I could push. When I…when I booked, I asked…I mean, I knew accidents wouldn’t be, like, instant red light, but…”
My lips pull into a crooked, knowing smirk. “It’s not an accident when you do it deliberately.Oh, fuck…” I have to close my eyes again, tightening my grip so I don’t come too soon. Not when I’m enjoying this conversation. Discussing the kinks we so clearly share. “Do you like more watersports than that?” I manage to ask, slowing my stroking once the immediate urge to come passes. I open my eyes again, meeting his. “Or is it about the audience and embarrassment for you?”
Benji’s chest is flushed pink now, too, and his breathing is heavy. But his hands are still planted against the wall, and he hasn’t broken the rule I set. “I…I’ve never tried anything else. I…most of the time, the Daddies, y’know, punish me for deliberately wetting as part of the scene. If…if they want to do it at all. I don’t usually, um, do it without negotiation first. Not…not like today.”
He’s right, of course, that under most circumstances, negotiation is expected. But we caregiver types all knew what we were signing up for when we joined up as counselors at an age play camp. Everyone here also knows that safe words can be used at any time. As long as we’re all respecting each other’s space (which, seeing as Benji was standing a few feet away from me when he decided to experiment, he certainly did) and the safe wording rules, anything goes here. Another caregiver might not have been turned on like I was —like I still am— but ‘accidents’ of this kind are common with our lifestyle, and I think we all expected to see, if not take part in, some kind of ABDL play during our time here. Hell, most of the shared cabins have nursery rooms with change tables, and the little general store here sells extra adult-sized diapers to encourage people to indulge.
“Mmm.” My mind whirrs with possibilities. With the idea of introducing him to new experiences that I think he might love as much as I do. “You lucked out starting with me, then, honey,” I practically purr at him.
He grins, completely unrepentant. “Yeah, I worked that out…but I think you lucked out with me, too.”
God, his sassy attitude is just so hot.
Somewhere in the last few seconds, I’ve inched closer to him. I’m shielding him from the bulk of the shower’s spray now, the water sluicing over me, the warm wetness only adding to my excitement. His skin is damp, pearls of water clinging to his face, his eyelashes, and his shoulders. Little droplets travel down his smooth chest, still pink, though the blush is starting to fade now. “Can I kiss you, Benji?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I’m far too keyed-up to reprimand him for the cheek. Instead, I snort and lean in, closing the gap between our faces, and I press my mouth to his. He melts into my kiss almost instantly, moaning and teasing my tongue to join his without hesitation. There’s nothing soft and sweet about this kiss. It’s deep and intense from the second we connect, Benji’s pleased moans joining the sound of the water raining down on us and echoing off the tiles.
“Don’t…don’t touch my cock,” he wrenches his mouth from mine to plead as I step in closer, wanting to feel his body pressed all the way against mine. “I’ll come.”
“I think,” I drawl, as if I’m not about to combust myself, “you’ve been a very good boy since we got in the shower. You’ve been honest. You’ve followed my rules. You haven’t complained. So,” I release my cock and bring my other hand down from the tiles, holding his hips so I can grind our erections together, “you can come, honey. Make another mess, this time all over me.”
There’s athunkas the back of his head meets the tiles behind him, a low, “Oh my god,” spilling from his lips as he rolls his hips, thrusting up to meet my movements and pace.
“You like that idea, Benji? Making a mess all over Daddy?”
His eyes are squeezed shut, but he nods emphatically.
“It’s a bit naughty, isn’t it?” I prod, watching his cheeks turning red again.
“Ohfuck,” he whimpers.
I lean in again, nudging his heated cheek aside with my nose and nibbling at his earlobe before murmuring, “What if Daddy makes a mess, too?”
“Ah!” Benji’s back bows and his hands, no longer planted behind his cute ass, clutch at my slippery back, fingers digging into the flesh there as splashes of sticky warmth coat my belly and cock.
He whimpers and whines as I continue to rut into him, spreading his cum between our bodies, using it as impromptu lube. “Fuck,” I groan, “that feels so good.”
“Please, Daddy,” he begs, mouthing at my shoulder and then my jaw, “please…please…”
“Please what?”
“Make me dirtier. Messier. Paint me with your cum.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck.
That’s all it takes. The filthy request ticks all my boxes and sends me soaring right over the edge, my cock pulsing and spreading my own release between us as we continue to grind lazily and kiss sloppily.
