He nodded upon hearing the question and that word that was beginning to thrill him more and more each time it was said.  'Daddy.'  Marcus was certainly old enough to be his daddy, but the way he used it held more meaning than just that.  It meant so much more...strength, guidance, masculinity, authority, and of course, discipline.<br/><br/>Peter let his hand move downward, his deep earthen eyes focusing on the man's leaking shaft again.  His fingers wrapped around the heated flesh again, beginning to stroke along the slick surface once more.  He explored it with his fingers, feeling each vein, each piece of skin, each ridge.  The boy was nearly unaware of what Marcus began doing as his attention was so focused on the man's cock.  The man's touches were quite pleasurable, his hand spreading a warmth through his skin that only encouraged Peter more.<br/><br/>When the man cupped his cheek, those brown eyes lifted to meet his gaze.  They widened a bit when he realized what the man wanted then.  He'd never kissed a man before, and the act seemed more...intimate.  He was beginning to trust the man though, so he leaned forward to obey his 'daddy.'  Marcus pulled him along, and Peter licked his lips in anticipation.  Their lips met in a soft kiss, a mere precursor to what might occur later.  It was innocent with only the slightest hint of yearning in it, and just as Marcus was tasting him, Peter tasted Marcus.  He did not have an all together unpleasant flavor.  It was strong and earthy like cigar smoke and leather.  He liked it...probably more than he knew.<br/><br/>Peter smiled softly at the praise as he pulled back, but Marcus was not quite done with the boy's lips.  He was drawn downward to that furry chest, one of the places that Peter really loved about the man.  The man hadn't even said anything before the young man had begun kissing and licking the hair covered skin.  Peter gave a soft moan as his hair was petted and then kissed softly.  He felt like such a good boy from all the praise, and the need to please this man grew.  Peter pulled away slightly to answer the man softly.  "Yes, daddy."  His voice came softly, his eyes venturing to glance up at him.  They were filled with lust by now.<br/><br/>Peter turned back to the furry chest below, licking and kissing each square inch of its surface.  He kissed downward as the man nudged him, moving onto that hairy abdomen.  Meanwhile, his hand never stopped stroking the man.  It took a minute or two to cover each inch of the muscled abdomen before Peter was staring that hefty cock.  His mouth was mere inches from it as he rested his head on the man's thigh, eying it intently.  He hesitated, but like the good teacher he was, Marcus encouraged him more with a bit of coercion as well.  He wanted to make daddy happy, right?<br/><br/>Peter moved slowly to the base of the shaft.  It was like it was in slow motion until his lips finally made contact with the hot flesh.  He kissed the base before licking it.  That taste of the man's precum mingled on his tongue.  It had a strong earthy flavor, much like the rest of him, but it seemed to be concentrated here.  Peter kissed up the shaft, licking here and there until he reached the head.  He planted a soft kiss there as well, and as he pulled back, a small strong of precum connected his lips to the tip.  The boy noticed this, but with no encouragement, he leaned back in and gave a slow, lingering lick to the head to collect the precum.  Peter then leaned back, licking his lips as he looked back into the man's eyes.  He felt like he'd crossed a barrier, and was a bit unsure again.  He was beginning to almost enjoy the taste of the man too much.  He wanted more, but the thought of just letting himself go scared him.