Chapter 7
The soft sunlight peeking through greyish clouds, the constant buzz of the bus’ engine, and the excited chatter of his classmates could not drive Peter’s nerves away. He was heading to STARK Industries! He is going to see the real deal! He (probably) will meet his idol, Tony Stark. He will walk the very same corridors as his all-time crush… Wearing his black lace panties… with a plug inside his butt.
When he talked to IronDaddy yesterday, he got really hard thinking about the situation, where he meets Tony Freaking Stark, who will look at him (and his classmates) and the man will have no idea, what exactly was the younger boy wearing. Why would he? It’s not like Peter hadn’t mastered the art of stuffing himself into an obscenely tight panty and still being able to walk straight. No, it was the thrill of the thought… That anything could happen and he will have to take off his pants, revealing the piece of clothing for everyone to see. His teacher could see, his classmates too… and even Tony Stark! What would he say? What would he do?
Peter has read all kinds of things regarding the billionaire’s personal life, headlines full of young women and men nearly all the time. Then some months ago these headlines changed. They were showing Tony Stark attending high-end parties and all sorts of fancy events with Miss Pepper Potts. The articles were bragging about an engagement and a soon-to-happen wedding too, but these were just guesses. Nobody knew what the truth was. The duo’s friends did not say a word, neither did the colleagues. It was all gray and hazy…
Peter did not really care about those headlines, although, he was a bit down when he first have read about Tony stark not being on the market anymore. But hey, It’s not like he would’ve had a chance, so a little daydreaming here, a little jacking off there hurt nobody, right?
This was the closest he had ever been and will ever be to Tony Stark in his life. He shifted in excitement and so did the silicone plug inside him. Oh right, he did not dare to risk the metallic one, due to his suspicions of possible metal detectors. The plug was hitting a nice place, and Peter had to really concentrate not to let out a single voice. This was even more challenging when the road got a little bumpy.
When they arrived at the location, they were greeted by a man in white lab coats and two security men. They got their backpacks checked and walked through a row of detector gates – Peter sighed when he got through. After the obligatory safety guide, they all received a coat, similar to the man’s and stepped inside the first building. Peter has already started to feel a bit sad about the absence of a certain someone when they heard a jovial greeting from above.
Leaning onto the railing of the second floor, there he was: Tony Stark. Peter could feel his face getting hotter, his pants getting tighter. God, this man was even more handsome in person… That shirt and those tight pants he was wearing hid nothing. Peter could clearly see how well built the older man was. Oh, how he would love to see that gorgeous smile up close. He knew it would blow his mind. Those eyes, those lips curving to a smirk, that neatly trimmed significant goatee, that strong neck… He sure as hell smells amazing… strong and masculine…
“Peter!”
The boy snapped out of his daydream when he heard his teacher’s voice calling his name.
“S-Sorry, Professor.” He mumbled. He could feel the heat spreading on his face and his blood rushing south. He bit his lips softly and turned to the teacher.
“Excuse me, may I use the bathroom, please?”
The professor nodded.
“Yes, but we’ll start our tour in ten minutes. Get back fast kid, or you’ll get lost.”
Peter thanked the prof and after receiving a rough explanation of the location of the restroom, he literally ran away. After a few left and right turns and running on narrow corridors, he found the toilet. He stepped in and closed the door behind himself.
After the satisfying click, he allowed himself to run a hand down his stomach to his hard cocklet. Ah, it was almost aching and begging to be touched. He stroked himself a few times, and then he took off his backpack to fish out his spiderweb-mask he put in in the morning. He pulled it over his eyes and stepped in front of the mirror over the basin. It was nice and big, insanely clean for a restroom.
He took out his phone and worked his pants a bit lower to take some photos of himself, showing off his cock in the lace panties. He turned around and did a few pictures from behind. He smiled softly when he pulled the back of the lingerie down and bent forward a little bit. From this angle, the plug could be easily seen. He pushed it a little bit inside and then grabbed the base and pulled out a few millimeters.
He let out a soft moan. He flipped his phone and set it on camera mode. He put it down onto the basin and pressed the recording button as he started to play with the plug.
The more he played, the harder his cock got and the more it was dripping onto the floor. He pushed and pulled on the toy, enjoying the stretch and the way his insides were so sensitive around the piece of silicone. He got a little louder when he managed to push the plug a little bit farther inside him, stroking that sweet spot continuously.
A sudden knock made him jump and his heart jumped into his throat. He quickly hit the stop button on his phone and pulled up his pants, fixing his attire in record time.
“Mr. Parker, is everything okay?” came a voice from the other side of the door and Peter’s blood ran cold. He could recognize this voice even when he was in a coma. Tony Stark came looking for him!
“Yes, Sir! I just… erm… felt a bit nauseous.” He made a face for the weak excuse, but it was better than nothing and absolutely better than “Yea, I just almost came in one of your toilets, Sir!”
He washed his hands and face, cleaned up his droplets from the floor and taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the restroom.
Tony Stark was waiting for him there… He stepped closer to Peter and put his right palm to the boy’s forehead. He was so close… Peter could see the grey strands of hair in his goatee and in the perfectly styled hair. He is so damn hot...
“You do feel warm, let’s get you back to your class, Mr. Parker” – said the man with a fond smile and sliding his arm onto Peter’s shoulder he started walking back to the others.
Peter’s heart was drumming in his throat, his mind was hazed by the man’s intoxicating smell, and the weight of his arm on his shoulders. When they got back Peter apologized for the missing and turned back to Tony Stark.
“Thank you for coming to look for me, Mr. Stark… Sir…” His pathetic stuttering was interrupted.
“No need to thank me, kid. I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of your stay as well.”
The man winked and Peter almost got a heart attack. Did he hear something?