Channing woke up the following morning and couldn’t help but giggle as he thought back to what had gone down the previous day.
The feeling of being so intimate with Max again was something that Channing had pretty much resigned himself to never feeling again before Max had reappeared in his life. Channing knew that Max was a complex man – and even this seemingly new version of Max would still come with his own complexities.
But that didn’t matter.
Channing felt only hope for the future.
Or more specifically, his Channing and Max’s future together.
Channing knew that Max had a past – and it was a past that he was very much a part of. But Channing had always believed that with his Ivy League background and deep intelligence, Max would always find his way in life in the long term.
Men with Max’s natural intelligence and flair for living life might have their ups and downs, but Channing truly believed that there would always be a light at the end of the tunnel – andChanning hoped more than anything that there would be a place for him next to Max when Max reached that point.
With Max still fast asleep next to him, Channing carefully stretched out his body as he felt the sun’s rays hitting his face as they crept in through the gaps in the window drapes.
And as Channing stretched, he couldn’t help but feel his cock pressing up against his briefs. Waking up with a big, thumpingly-hard erection was nothing new to Channing of course – but doing so with a handsome Daddy sleeping next to him certainly was.
Immediately, Channing’s mind began to wander.
As he looked across to the sleeping Max, Channing’s eyes were drawn down toward Max’s briefs and the sizeable package that was presenting itself so temptingly…
I could pull the briefs down…
Take a quick peek…
Maybe even… give Max a good morning present?
Channing felt his own dick harden further still as his mind filled with thoughts of all the deliciously naughty things he could do to Max as he slept. Of course, Max was likely to wake up pretty quickly once Channing got to work, but there was something so thrilling about having a few brief moments of fun with his Daddy’s exposed cock.
‘Daddy?’ Channing asked, his voice a whisper. ‘Can I suck your cock, please?’
Channing giggled once more. He knew that Max would very much be into this, but it still felt like he might be risking aspanking if he overstepped the mark. It was possible that Max wanted to sleep in longer and make the most of a slow start to the day.
Channing shook his head and dismissed any worries.
As far as Channing was concerned, Max would always choose a long, wet blowjob over an extra few minutes of sleep. And Channing even considered that once he got his mouth working, there was every chance that Max might wake up and decide to take things a whole level further.
Channing wriggled out of his briefs and then proceeded to lick both his palms as he took his wobbling, rock-hard dick in his hands and began to work it. There was something so mischievous and naughty about playing with himself so brazenly as his Daddy Max lay next to him unaware.
‘Daddy, I’m being very bad,’ Channing whispered, squeezing his manhood at the base before working it harder and quicker. ‘You might want to wake up and take control…’
However, rather than showing any signs of waking up, Max continued to sleep – even letting out a little snore at one point.
‘Hmmm, looks like Daddy needs some assistance,’ Channing said, his voice now just a shade louder than a whisper. ‘You might still be asleep, but I don’t think that fat, long cock of yours is…’
And with that, Channing shuffled down toward Max’s crotch and pulled his briefs down to the top of Max’s chunky, strong thighs.
As Max’s cock sprung up to attention, Channing leaned over and let a thick string of saliva drop down from his mouth andonto Max’s shaft. For a brief second, it looked like this was going to be enough to wake Daddy Max from his slumber, but to Channing’s surprise Max simply carried on breathing heavily in between his little snores.
‘Okay, looks like Daddy needs a special kiss,’ Channing said, moving so that his lips were hovering just above Max’s wet cock.
Channing then stretched his tongue out and swirled it around Max’s bulbous dick head, whipping back and forth and then making his way down Max’s veiny, girthy shaft.
‘Boy? Are you…’ Max asked, his voice suddenly springing into full volume as he came round. ‘You’re still very much a morning person then?’
Channing giggled excitedly and dropped his open mouth onto the top of Max’s cock and swallowed the whole slab of man-meat in one attempt. The feeling of having his mouth full of Max’s cock was at once both incredibly hot but also something that needed getting used to.
For a moment, Channing wondered where his next breath of air was coming from, but he quickly relaxed as best he could and adjusted his breathing to allow the air in through his nose.
