Trained By My Girlfriend's Dad: A M/M Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  I toss aside the meat and veggies I have for grilling later—Julie’s favorite—and wash my hands before heading out to meet her.

  It’s been too long since I’ve seen my only daughter. We’d skipped Thanksgiving and Christmas last year. She’d decided to do something with her friends, and whatever boneheaded idiot she was dating at the time.

  Some stupid name like...fuck, I don’t remember. I don’t care.

  I hate the idea of Julie dating anyone. She’s too good for any of the young punks this world has to offer. I should know, I used to be one of those young punks. If my now ex-wife’s father had only given a shit more, he would’ve never let her marry me.

  I’m glad he did. I have Julie because of it. Best thing I’ve ever done.

  “Dad!” she yells after opening the front door. “I’m home!”

  I round the corner from the kitchen into the living room. She drops her bags and sprints toward me, jumps into my arms the way she’s done since she was five. I pick her up, swing her around, plant a kiss on her forehead.

  Someone clears their throat.

  No. Some guy clears his throat.

  Julie taps my arm. I stop spinning and set her down. I look at her, not at whatever dude she’s brought home. Without my permission.

  She knows I’m a control freak. That I like to be in charge of things, especially in my own home. Then again, it’s probably why she didn’t ask. The answer would’ve been no.

  “Daddy.” She takes on that sickly sweet tone she uses whenever she wants to ask me for something big. Typically, that means expensive. “I want you to meet Dominic. The boyfriend I told you about over the holiday break.”

  Dominic clears his throat. “It’s, uh...it’s nice to meet you, sir.”

  My head snaps up on the word, sir. Something about the way he says it sends a thrill directly to my cock. Which isn’t normal.

  Granted, Julie’s only brought home a few of the guys she’s dated. Three, maybe four. The guy she dated in high school by far the best one. I never had an interest in getting to know any of them. And they didn’t particularly like me, either.

  But Dominic? He says one fucking word, and now I’m thinking about all the ways I can make him pay for showing up at my house, uninvited. Beg me on hands and knees to forgive him while I take out my needs on his ass.

  His virgin ass. Because he’s dating my daughter. He’s straight. And me wanting him is wrong.

  Fuck. I haven’t even looked at him yet. Please, God, let him be ugly.

  He isn’t. He’s fucking gorgeous. Reminds me of—

  Anger and regret war for dominance in my gut, the battlefield runoff infecting my bloodstream. He looks every bit as young and entitled as I expect him to, as any twenty-three year old should. And hell, but he’s exactly my type. Now I’m even more pissed Julie brought this guy home.

  Dominic could easily roleplay a completely fuckable librarian’s aid. Or a damn preacher’s son. Innocent, ready to be defiled.

  He has a five o’clock shadow that, instead of making him look like an asshole, makes him adorkable. Or, maybe that’s because of his large, wide-rim, black frame glasses. His full, soft lips tilt in a frown, and a deep V forms between his manscaped eyebrows. A fearful glint reflects off his deep, rich brown eyes.

  That fear excites me. I want him to be afraid, just a little bit. Heightens the pleasure later.

  No. Not later. He’s my daughter’s boyfriend. Not my sub. Not my anything.

  He’s a painful reminder of everything I once lost. Of the emotional grave I had to dig myself out of to be standing here today. Of the actual grave that remains full, and always will.

  No good comes from looking back, and looking at Dominic is like glancing at a rearview of everything I thought I’d put behind me.

  But the way he’s staring at me. Damn. If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was desire in his eyes. Like I’m something he didn’t know he wanted until now. A sentiment I’m fully acquainted with.

  Julie slaps my arm, not hard. Enough to get my attention. “Dad, you’re being rude. Say something.”

  “What the fuck is he doing here?” I ask Julie, knowing that’s not what my daughter meant.

  “I-I’m sorry, s-sir.” Dominic drops the hand he’d offered. I hadn’t noticed he’d raised it. “Your daughter—”

  “I wasn’t talking to you,” I cut him off. I know I’m being a dick, but I can’t help it. This is my house. My territory. Any man in it has to know I’m in charge.

  The look on his face tells me he knows it. That maybe he likes it. And, fuck. My plan to have him running for the door just backfired. Maybe I’m the one who should run, hide like I’ve been doing for years.

  Like a compliant sub, Dominic shuts his mouth. His supple, wide, perfect-for-cocksucking mouth.

  Yeah, I should run. But I’m too stubborn, have too much pride, to tuck tail. I’m staying right where I am. Not because Dominic intrigues me. Not because I want to turn him from straight to gay. And not because I want my daughter’s boyfriend to be mine.

  I don’t. I can’t. I won’t.

  “I invited him to stay with us,” Julie says in her sweet voice. “You know, for the summer. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

  That’s bullshit. She knew I’d mind.

  Dominic picks up his bag off the floor. “I’ll wait outside. Julie, when you’re ready, can you take me to the train station?”

  He doesn’t wait for her to answer. He just turns his back like he’s going to leave. I haven’t excused him yet.

  “Stop.” The command is simple, automatic. Second nature.

  I forget I’m supposed to be turning it off. That he should go. That he isn’t mine to command.

  Dominic’s shoulders bunch to his ears, his fists clench together, and the muscle along his jaw ticks. But he stops. He fucking stops.

  That one simple action makes me want him more. Makes me crave the impossible.

  “Turn around,” I push. I need to see how far I can take this. See how far he’ll let me go.

  He does what I command, no hesitation. In less than a second, I’m all the way hard, and glad as hell I’m wearing one of my long button downs, untucked, so it covers my crotch.

  Stepping away from my daughter, I stalk over to her boyfriend. His body vibrates when I do, as if it takes everything inside of him to hold his ground. I’ll give it to him, he looks me straight in the eyes as I approach.

  He’s willful. Wild. A stallion in need of being broken. My specialty.

  “Let’s start again.” I thrust my hand out between us. “I’m Darryl, Julie’s father.”

  He licks his lips. My eyes track the motion. His eyes watch me look.

  “I’m Dom, Julie’s boyfriend.”

  Sparks arc between us when he places his hand in mine. His skin is smooth, and he smells like hair products and some kind of trendy body spray for men.

  I grip his hand hard, pull him in close, stare down at his mouth. “There’s only one dom in this room, and he ain’t you,” I say so only he can hear.

  His eyes flutter. His lashes fan his cheekbones. His breath catches, and his throat closes around whatever he thought he was going to say.

  “Yes, sir,” he whispers, and fuck. I need to let go of his hand. Step away. Let Julie take her boyfriend to the train station. Let him walk out of my house. Out of my life.

  “If you two are done staring each other down, I’m starving.” Julie’s voice sounds from the kitchen.

  Dominic tries to let go, to step back. I don’t let him.

  “I haven’t given you permission to go anywhere.” I keep my voice low and hard. In control, even if the jumbled chaotic mess inside my head isn’t.

  Dominic’s eyes harden, anger making them flash, his wild nature bucking against the reins. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and he licks his lips. An obvious nervous habit. Great, now I’m looking at his mouth again.

  “Do I have your permission to leave, sir?”

  “No
.” My answer is razor sharp, lightning quick, and already, I know I’m fucked. I wonder if Dominic knows he could be, too.

  “So, uh, so I’m staying?” he asks, his voice cracking on every other word.

  Without thinking, I swipe the pad of my thumb along his lower lip, then bring my thumb to my mouth, flick out my tongue to taste him.

  “You aren’t going anywhere,” I say against my better judgment. Against human decency. “Welcome to San Diego.”

  Chapter 4

  Dominic

  Somehow, the three of us make it through dinner without anyone getting their head chewed off.

  Okay, that’s stupid. I’m the only one in danger. Not only am I walking on eggshells, because it’s clear I’m an unwelcome guest. But Julie’s dad. Holy fucking hell.

  For a man twice my age, he’s gorgeous. Piercing blue eyes that stare straight into my soul. A strong jaw and sharp nose that could’ve made him an A-list actor had he chosen a different path in life. A strong, hard body that somehow manages to be graceful. A presence that lets you know he’s in charge. Without question.

  When he confronted me in the living room, I wanted to drop to my knees, beg him to...what?

  Nothing.

  No. This is wrong. I’m dating his daughter. I’m fucking his daughter. Not that we’ve done anything recently. Still.

  “You’ll stay here.” Darryl points to a door. I open it, step inside.

  “But, Dad,” Julie practically wines. “You’re being old school. I want Dom to stay with me. It isn’t like we haven’t already—”

  I move as fast as I can toward Julie, clamp my hand over her mouth when I reach her. The look in her eyes tells me she’s pissed. But it isn’t until I catch the look in her father’s eyes that I release her.

  “S-Sorry.” I wipe my palm on my jeans, unsure of who I’m apologizing to. Julie, or Darryl. “It’s just...uh, this is awkward enough,” I say to Julie. “I’m pretty sure your dad doesn’t want to know...” I trail off, and shit. I’m not making this any less awkward.

  Darryl crosses his arms over his chest, the muscles in his forearms bulging. I fight the urge to reach out, stroke their outline, run my tongue along those ridges, then find more ridges to lick.

  I scrub my hands over my face, press the heels of my palms into my eye sockets. “This room is fine, Mr. Cole. Thank you,” I say, after I will both my heartrate and my cock to calm the hell down.

  Should I get this hard thinking about his body? About how I want him to use his domineering presence the same way he used it when we first met, to push me across a line I haven’t been willing to admit exists?

  Julie sticks out her lip, taps an impatient foot. Good to see I’m not the only person she does that to. Also good to see I’m not the only person it annoys.

  “You brought a boy here, without asking,” he says to his daughter. “You’re lucky I’m not making him sleep outside.”

  I chafe at the word boy. Shift my stance, grind my teeth. I may be young, but I’m a man. Granted, not a man like Darryl’s a man, but still.

  Darryl notices my annoyance. Eyes every motion like a hawk.

  “Or with me,” he mouths in a way his daughter can’t see, but I can.

  Fire burns the lining of my veins at his suggestion. Sweat pools under my arms, slides down the crack of my ass, dampens the backs of my knees.

  I almost say yes, because some reckless, pissed off part of me wants to see what it would be like. Wants to get this curiosity out of my system, so I can move on with life. I can almost convince myself that Julie deserves me sleeping with her father for the shit she pulled. Almost.

  “He’d get more privacy if he slept outside,” Julie counters.

  “What do you mean?” I ask, wondering if there’s some kind of nanny-cam or some shit her father’s planning on using to spy.

  Julie points to a set of double doors directly across the hall. “That’s my dad’s room.”

  Just when I thought I was chilling out, my blood ignites. Heat pools in all the places it shouldn’t as I think about what Darryl Cole does in his bedroom. What I could do with him.

  Darryl cracks a grin. “That’s right. And I sleep with the doors open.”

  Translation: I’ll be watching you, so no sneaking around with my daughter. It’s wrong, but I can’t help but think that it isn’t his daughter I want to sneak around with.

  “You also sleep in the nude.” Julie wrinkles her nose, rolls her eyes.

  I swallow, my tongue feeling thick all of a sudden, my mouth a fucking desert. Darryl’s gaze tracks the motion of my throat before sliding down my body to my crotch. To the evidence pressed against my pants of what the thought of him naked does to me.

  I swear, his voice is a full octave lower when he next speaks. “Stay in your rooms, and neither of you will have to see me naked.”

  There’s something about the way he says it that sounds like a challenge, rather than a warning.

  I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.

  “Come on.” Julie takes my hand in hers, pulls me after her toward the entertainment room. “Let’s make popcorn. Watch a movie.” She glances over her shoulder at her father. “We’re still allowed to do that, right?”

  But her father isn’t staring at her. He’s staring at my ass.

  “Leave the door open,” he commands before turning from us both and heading into his room.

  I swear, in the moment before he closes the door, and Julie pulls me around the corner, I see Darryl adjust his crotch. The thick, hard outline of his cock visible through the fabric.

  ~oOo~

  “What’s wrong, babe?” Julie slides her tongue down my neck, tries to work my soft dick with her hand. But this isn’t going anywhere. I’m not even sure if I want it to.

  I grab her wrist, pull her hand from my pants, and push her off. “I think we should stop.”

  “The hell, Dom?” She huffs, crosses her arms, gives me the death glare.

  “It’s your dad,” I say. It’s the truth, just not in the way she thinks.

  She scoffs. “Look. I know he’s scary. And, yeah. You’re right. I should’ve asked him before bringing you home. But I got excited at the thought of...” Her hand finds my dick again through my pants. “...you know. Spending time with you away from school.”

  I stand, pace the room, ignore the movie playing in the background. I haven’t been watching it, anyway. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about Darryl. About my girlfriend’s father.

  “Why?” I finally ask.

  Julie frowns. “What do you mean why? I told you before we left campus. I want to see what we have. Where we’re going with this. You know, if we’re a good fit.”

  “A good fit for what?” I ask, because I’m sure we aren’t. I’m just not sure what to do about it.

  “For marriage,” she says, as if that’s the most natural conversation in the world to have with someone you’ve been dating for less than a year, while you both are still in college.

  “Marriage?” The aftertaste of that word makes me want to rinse my mouth out with soap. Or bleach. Or the taste of her father’s cock.

  “Yeah, Dom. Marriage. You know, what two people do who love each other very much. Who want to build a life together. Have a family.”

  “Julie, I...” I honestly have no idea what to say. Marriage feels like something huge, something way above what we have ever had.

  Her phone beeps. She grabs it from her pocket, hits her text icon. Her entire face transforms, like a kid who got a puppy on Christmas morning.

  She shuts off her phone, same way she does the expression she just wore. Too late. I saw it, and I know that look.

  Julie’s deluding herself if she thinks she wants to marry me.

  “Was that Jordan?” I ask.

  Her eyes flick to the floor, to the wall behind me. She pauses, like she wants to lie, then thinks better of it. “Yeah.”

  “What does he want?”

  “It’s nothing.”
She tries to play it off, watch the movie. She’s as interested in it as I am. As I am in her.

  Eventually, she sighs. “He wants to know if I’ll join him for drinks.” She tugs at her hair. “I mean, it wouldn’t be just me and him. Sarah and Rachel would be there, too.”

  “Am I not invited?” I ask, knowing good and damn well the answer.

  Julie bites her lip, grabs her phone, fidgets with it instead of looking at me. “Um, yeah. I’m sure you’re invited.” She gives an unconvincing laugh. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re my boyfriend.”

  I scrub my hands over my face. “I’m beat. I’d like to get some sleep. You should go. Have fun with your friends.”

  Julie’s mouth pops open. Her eyes widen in a look part hope, part determining if this is a trap.

  “No, Dom. It’s okay. We just got in, and I have the whole summer to see them. We can finish the movie. Cuddle if you want. We don’t have to...”

  She points at my not-hard dick, her whole face going from hopeful to resigned. She’s miserable. We both are, and we’re both too stubborn to say anything about it.

  “Go,” I insist as I head for the door of the theater room.

  The fucking theater room. One of many extravagant luxuries offered at casa de Cole. The only perk I’m really interested in sleeps with his doors open. In the nude.

  “You don’t mind?” she asks, a spark of excitement lighting up her tone.

  I glance at her from over my shoulder, give her the God’s honest. “Doesn’t bother me at all.”

  Chapter 5

  Darryl

  Getting to sleep is a joke. A cruel joke. Something that stopped being funny after the first week of my daughter’s visit.

  I haven’t been able to force my body to still, my mind to relax long enough to drift off. Not in any way that’s satisfying. Not when I know Dominic is in the room across the hall. Less than a hundred feet from me.

  Barging into his room. Forcing him onto his knees. Bending him over to take his virgin ass. Those things would be satisfying.