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“Have you ever done anything with another guy before?”

I shake my head and look down. Between the discomfort of the soda can and feeling like a failure in Cole’s eyes, I’m miserable. The only good thing about that is my hard-on has dissipated slightly.

“Have you ever done any kind of ass play, either with yourself or with someone else?”

Without looking up, I shake my head again.

Cole lets out a deep, irritated sigh before his hand comes into view. I tense slightly, unprepared for whatever action he chooses next. But he simply grips my chin gently and forces my gaze to his.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry. You’re new at this. I’m sorry.”

Holy shit.

I’m kneeling, naked, legs spread wide, and panting for my college roommate, and the shock of that doesn’t even come close to the surprise of receiving an apology from Cole Warrington.

“I—” I cut myself off, remembering he doesn’t want to hear me speak.

“You can talk. But from here on out, you need to remember the rules. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy. And I’m sorry, too. I didn’t mean to ruin this.”

“You didn’t. I was probably going to ice you down anyway. I want to play tonight, and I don’t want you blowing your load too soon like a fucking punk. I won’t tolerate that.”

Relief flows through me, and my cock twitches to life once again, hearing that Cole still wants to play. I think back to how he made me feel in the clearing this morning. I want this to feel more like that. I loved the way every one of my nerve endings erupted with fire and electricity when I surrendered to him.

“Before we continue, any discussion of Avery is a hard limit for me. I really care about her, and I don’t like hearing you speak about her negatively.” Closing my eyes, I brace myself in case I just pissed him off again. When he remains silent, and I haven’t been slapped across the face again, I open my eyes.

“Noted.” He types something on his computer as he nods to me. “Have you ever tasted your own cum?”

My eyes flare. That’s an option? It hadn’t even occurred to me until now that I’d have to taste, catch, or swallow Cole’s cum, let alone my own. I don’t know why. Maybe because this has all happened so fast. This morning, what happened in the clearing in the trees, feels like a million years ago. Same with my lunchtime quickie with Avery.

Don’t think about her right now.

I’m not sure how I feel about eating cum, though it’s not like I have a choice. Unless I list it as a hard limit.

No. I won’t do that. The moment the thought popped into my head, a feeling of loss struck me. As though I’d be missing out on something if I don’t give it a try. So, if I have to taste Cole’s cum, I can’t imagine tasting my own would be any different.

“No, Daddy. I’m pretty sure any questions you have on that list, I haven’t done before.”

“Oh, I’m counting on that.” A twinkle in Cole’s eye causes my cock to jump.

After about twenty more questions, we go over my hard and soft limits. I told him I’d be open to trying nearly anything once. By the time we’re done, the soda I’m resting my junk on is warm, and my cock has returned to a semi-hard state.

Opening up to him about my past, fears, and fantasies felt like foreplay.

I enjoyed it.

“Okay, fucktoy.” He scoots to the edge of the sofa again and removes the soda can from under my balls. “Come closer, get right between my legs.”

Excited to see what’s next, I scoot forward until my knees hit the sofa.

“Spread those legs a little more for Daddy.” He pats each of my inner thighs, and his touch feels like fire licking my skin. “It will get you a little closer, still. Just like that. Good…”

I look up at him and revel in the way he’s towering over me.

“I want to do a little more throat training with you, then we’ll move on to something else. I want to hear you talking through this. Let me know how things feel, whether you like it or not, understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” My chest heaves with yearning at the thought of him putting his fingers in my mouth again.