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

by Charlotte Storm

  He’s getting me hard again, and hell. I’ve already come twice. How many more times will he make me go off?

  Without warning, Darryl wraps his lips around my dick, plunges me all the way down his throat, and sucks hard, rolling my length around with his tongue.

  It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt. Better than any woman. Better than his daughter.

  I fist the sheets beneath me, bite my lip until I taste the coppery tang of blood to keep from crying out. To keep from moving, like he instructed.

  I was wrong before. This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. And I know Darryl will keep pushing that line further and further.

  He pulls off me with a pop. “What do you know? He can listen.”

  Darryl smacks my full sac. Not hard. But hard enough I feel the sting. Inside, I flinch. Thankfully, my body holds still.

  “Tell you what.” He lazily strokes down my now fully hard erection.

  “What, sir?” I ask, surprised my voice works.

  “If you don’t move, don’t make a sound, then I’ll suck you off. Let you come in my mouth. Hell, Dominic, I’ll even drink you down, because you taste so fucking good. But if you screw this up, I’ll bring you all the way to the edge, and I’ll keep bringing you to the edge for five full days, not once letting you go off. Do you understand our deal?”

  “Yes—”

  Smack!

  This time, when he hits my nuts, I feel it to my core. I grunt, but quickly will myself to shut the hell up.

  Darryl flicks out his tongue, licks along the slit in my head. “I said don’t make a sound.”

  I nod, letting him know I understand. That I agree.

  His handsome face splits into a gorgeous grin before he puts his luscious mouth to work pleasuring me. This is the first time I’ve ever had my cock in another man’s mouth. One of many firsts I’m sure to experience with Darryl Cole. Right now, I can’t figure out why the hell I waited so long.

  By some fucking miracle, I manage to make it all the way to orgasm without making a sound, or moving too much. When I actually go off, that’s a different story.

  “Let me hear you,” Darryl says, somehow still keeping pace on my cock so I don’t lose the buildup.

  “YES, SIR!” I scream my throat raw as my nuts tighten and pulse, and I release my load into my ex-girlfriend’s dad’s mouth.

  A few choice curse words leave my lips shortly after, followed by noises I didn’t know I could make. The most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt quickly turns into torture when Darryl keeps stroking and working my cock with his mouth.

  I’m too sensitive, and coming three times in one night is too much.

  “Please, sir. Please, please stop.” I know I sound pathetic, I just don’t give a shit. “It’s too much.”

  “I know it’s too much.”

  Keeping his hand on my spent dick, showing zero sign of slowing down, Darryl pushes up on his elbow, leans over, and kisses me deep and hard.

  He still has some of my release in his mouth, which he transfers to mine, and doesn’t stop kissing me until I swallow. It’s salty, like it was before. But mixed with the heat of his mouth, it’s something I could get used to.

  “Mmm,” I moan as I suck on his lower lip.

  “You like how you taste?” he asks, still working me. At this point, it doesn’t feel good. I don’t stop him.

  “I like how I taste on you,” I admit.

  “Good.”

  Darryl’s grin sends a twinge of fear racing down my spine. That fear pools low in the sore muscles in my stomach, and I know I’m about to be fucked. Not in a good way.

  “You’re going to get to taste yourself for the rest of the night.” He glances over his shoulder, at the window overlooking the ocean. It’s a great view. “I’m going to make you come, over and over again, until the sun rises.”

  “What?” The word rushes out on a panicked breath before I can stop it. “I, uh...I mean, yes, sir.”

  He pinches my sore cock, rubs his palm against my testicles.

  “This is your test, Dominic. I need to see what you’re made of. See what you can handle. See if you can keep up. If you last until sunrise, I’ll make you mine. All mine. And I promise I won’t take anyone else for as long as I train you.”

  Oh my God. This is it. This is our deal. This is what I want. I just have to want it bad enough to withstand the torture about to be inflicted on me.

  In theory, having orgasm after orgasm sounds great. In reality? It isn’t.

  Already, the sensitive flesh of my dick is sore. By morning, I’ll be raw. The muscles in my core will be jacked. My balls spent to the dregs, forced to make more, anyway.

  This isn’t going to be fun. That isn’t the point. The point is to see if I’m worthy of him. Good enough to be his full time lover.

  I am. I want to be. Now, I just have to prove it.

  Chapter 9

  Darryl

  By the time the sun rises, Dominic is practically crying. But he made it. He fucking made it. I couldn’t be happier.

  I want him. Bad. I can’t let him know how much power he has over me. I’m the one in charge.

  Maybe it would’ve been better if he’d failed. Better for my relationship with my daughter. Better for me to keep my distance, instead of succumbing to the desire riding me the way I want to ride his virgin ass.

  Julie had texted me yesterday, told me her and Dom broke up, that she’ll take him to the train station today. I fucking refuse to call him that, and I fucking refuse to let him leave. I’m being selfish. I know I am. I’m just not sure I can stop it. I’m damn sure I know I don’t want to.

  I want him.

  “I’m proud of you,” I say when I finally release his dick from my sore, cramped fingers.

  It was already one in the morning when I came to his room, but still. It’s been a long night. For both of us.

  After I’d pounded out a few more rounds with Owen, giving him the pleasure he craved, I sent him home, hole stretched, sore, and dripping with me. Something to remember me by.

  I like Owen. I do. He’s a good sub. Can handle just about anything I dish out, and is always eager for more. But I don’t care about him. Not like I suspect he’s starting to care for me. It’s just sex. Good sex, but still. I don’t crave him like I do my daughter’s ex-boyfriend.

  Fuck, I’m an asshole. I just hope Julie understands this wasn’t about hurting her, if ever she finds out. It’s better if she doesn’t find out.

  “Thank you, sir,” Dominic says, his voice sounding as wrecked as the rest of him. He’s going to hurt for days from this.

  Good. I want him to be constantly reminded that he’s mine. I want what I did to him to be at the forefront of his thoughts.

  I haven’t had a virgin in a long time. Too long. Time to rectify that.

  “Get some rest,” I say as I slide off the bed.

  He reaches for me, like he doesn’t want me to go, but catches himself. His arms lower to the bed, and he tries so hard to blank his expression. He fails, and fuck. I want to crawl back into bed with him. Spend all day nuzzling against his heated flesh, inhaling his delicious scent.

  Those thoughts are dangerous. That isn’t how this is going to go between us. I’ll train Dominic. We’ll both use each other until one or both of us decide to move on, or his vacation ends. He’ll go back to college, graduate, and get on with his life. That’ll be it.

  “Look, there’s something I should tell you...sir.” Dominic scrubs his hands over his face. “Your daughter and I, we broke up last night.”

  I cross my arms over my chest in a way that makes my muscles stand out. “I know.” I keep my answer short, simple. I want to see what he’ll say next.

  His eyes widen, and he bites his lower lip. “Oh. Okay. Well, it’s just, I’m supposed to leave today. She was going to take me to the train station.”

  “I know,” I say again, because what he’s telling me isn’t anything new. And because I love to watch him
squirm.

  “Uh, so...am I going to the train station?”

  The puppy dog look on his face is killing me. I’m thankful as fuck he isn’t wearing his glasses, or I wouldn’t be able to resist crawling back onto the bed to kiss the hell out of him, take his cherry way too early.

  My cock twinges with want, but it doesn’t control me. I plan on taking my time with Dominic, so that when I do finally take him, it’ll be well worth the wait.

  “No,” I say, and turn for the door, needing to get out of this room before I do something that’ll break the dynamic between us.

  “No?” he questions. I’m about to lose my shit on him. I don’t, because he quickly recovers. “Sir. I’m sorry, sir. I just, I don’t understand.”

  I blow out a breath to remind myself to calm down. He’s new to this lifestyle, and it’s my responsibility to train him.

  Turning to face him, I drink in the visual of a wrecked Dominic and messy sheets. Two things that are my fault.

  “I asked you to trust me.” I let my voice rumble up my throat, spill out of my mouth like gravel from a dump truck. It isn’t hard to do. I’m just as wrecked, and hard as fucking stone.

  Dominic may be spent, but I’m not. I haven’t come since Owen left. I won’t. I’m saving it up. For him.

  Dominic scrambles to sit up. “I do trust you, sir.”

  “But?” I ask, seeing the word written all over his face.

  He lowers his eyes, unable to look at me when he says, “What about Julie?”

  Damn. I hate hearing my daughter’s name come from his mouth. And I love that he asked. That he cares enough about her to not want to hurt her.

  “I’ll handle it,” I say, not sure how in the hell I’m going to do that. I just know that I have to.

  Relief floods Dominic’s features, relaxes muscles that had bunched his shoulders to his ears. “Thank you, sir.”

  Dominic’s kissable lips twist into a small smile. He’s so fucking cute. It takes all of my willpower to resist the urge to whip out my hard cock, make him suck me off, drink down what I’ve saved for him.

  He will do that, just not yet. When I unload into his mouth, I want it to be enough to drown him.

  “I told you, you’re mine. All you have to do is what I tell you. I’ll take care of everything else.”

  I leave him there, naked, in the bedroom directly across from mine. When my door closes, I lean against it, close my eyes, replay every time Dominic came just for me. He didn’t disappoint. He gave me what I wanted, and I know I gave him what he wanted.

  Dominic gave me something else, too. Something unexpected. He lit a fire inside me, stoked my competitive streak that craves a challenge. I haven’t had a lover like that since—

  No. Thinking about him won’t bring him back, or the future we promised each other. I buried him in the past. Nothing good comes from digging up graves.

  I’m a dom. I take subs. Nothing more. It’s safer that way. No one gets hurt.

  What I can give Dominic, what I promise myself, right here and now, is that I will be the best fuck of Dominic’s life. That every man he chooses after me, he’ll compare to me, and find them lacking.

  That thought churns my stomach as I head for my bathroom to take a quick shower.

  I don’t want there to be any men after me.

  That’s what makes my new sub so dangerous.

  Chapter 10

  Dominic

  I wake up to a pounding head, obscenely bright sunshine streaming through the window, and a text alert on my phone. All the makings of a stellar day.

  My entire body groans in protest when I roll over to grab my cell. Every muscle hurts, the consequence of clenching and coming so many times last night.

  This morning.

  Whatever.

  The text is from Julie. Scratch that. The last eleven texts are from Julie.

  I glance at the time. Great. Three whole hours of sleep. Pressing my messages button, I scroll to the bottom, where Julie has resorted to screaming in all caps.

  Julie: DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING IGNORE ME DOMINIC CASTRO!

  I text her back.

  Me: Sorry. Long night. Not much sleep. Feeling wrecked.

  Julie: That’s what you get for breaking up with me, asshole. I hope you suffer.

  I did suffer. I still am. Just not in the way she thinks. And why am I an asshole for doing the right thing? Breaking up with her was the right thing. I’m not about to tell her why.

  Besides, she has Jordan. I did her a favor. Now who’s the asshole?

  Julie: I’ll be home in an hour to take you to the train station. Be ready to go when I get there.

  I don’t text her back. Don’t bother. Darryl said he’d take care of it, and I don’t know what to say, anyway.

  Throwing a pillow over my head, I lie back, let the bed catch me, and will my body to return to the blissful dark of sleep.

  I’m right on the edge when a thundering knock on the bedroom door startles me all the way awake. I bolt upright, heart racing, head pounding with every swish of blood through my ears. So much for sleep.

  “Rise and shine, sweetheart. Time to get out of bed.”

  I grumble, scrub my face, and hell. Should Darryl sound so damn cheerful after so little sleep?

  “I’m hungry, Dominic.” Darryl’s voice is less cheerful. “Get your ass moving and make me breakfast. I’ll take eggs, over easy. Fruit. And toast. And I like my coffee black.”

  Breakfast? Wait, does being his sub mean being his slave?

  “I’m going to count to five, and if you aren’t already running down the hallway toward the kitchen, I’ll put you over my knee and make sure you can’t sit for a week straight.”

  I don’t have time to appreciate his humor. By the time I process his words, he’s already on the number two.

  Kicking off the sheets, I stumble to the door, and only by some miracle, don’t fall and crack my skull against the doorknob.

  “Four.” He draws out the number to taunt me.

  I yank open the door, push past him, and sprint down the hall, all while ignoring my morning wood. Not because I’m horny, but because I have to take a piss. My soreness, coupled with the full bladder sensation, is nothing short of torture.

  Apparently, torture is my new favorite thing.

  Darryl’s kitchen is huge. Stainless steel appliances. Granite countertops. Stained wood cabinets and drawers. So many fucking drawers. I’ve only looked through them a few times, the first being the breakfast I made with Julie. Which means I’m not completely clueless, but still no expert.

  It takes me at least five minutes to find everything I’ll need to cook my dom breakfast. Because I have to piss so badly, and because of lack of sleep, I ruin the first two eggs, and burn the toast.

  By the time I clean up and start again, Darryl is in the kitchen, arms crossed over his naked chest, distracting me even more.

  This is going to be impossible.

  “I’m getting hungry, Dominic.”

  Darryl’s tone lets me know he isn’t fucking around. And also, that he’s hungry in the same way I am. I’m too sore to do anything about that hunger. He isn’t. As far as I know, he hasn’t gone off since his other sub left last night.

  At any time, he could make me drop to my knees, take his cock into my mouth, have me suck him to completion.

  That thought both thrills and terrifies. I’ve never sucked another dude’s dick. Never even thought about it much, because I spent too much time denying what I really wanted.

  Now that the act seems inevitable, I wonder if I’ll like it. If I can do at least half the job Darryl did when his mouth was on me.

  After throwing a tab of butter into the pan, I flick on the toaster oven and grab two more eggs from the counter. I haven’t had to cook much. Not since high school. My mother thought it would be a useful skill, and I wanted to be able to feed myself.

  I’m grateful for those basic lessons. I just can’t imagine she thought I’d ever put th
em to use quite like this.

  “Yes, sir,” I say to Darryl. “Sorry, sir. Your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes.”

  “And my coffee?” he grumbles.

  Shit. Shit. I knew I was forgetting something.

  “Uh, yeah. Coming right up.”

  I head to the pantry. Or, what I think is the pantry. Turns out, it’s a linen closet.

  Darryl chuckles, takes a seat at the breakfast bar, and watches my every move like a hawk.

  Not helping.

  I rummage around in his cabinets, finally finding the filters and grounds. I’m just about to fill up the carafe with water when the scent of burnt toast accosts my nostrils.

  Releasing a heavy sigh, Darryl gets up from his barstool, turns off the toaster oven, flips off the flame underneath the pan currently overcooking his eggs. For the second time.

  I’m so screwed.

  When he turns his glare on me, I say the first thing to come to my mind. “I can’t focus because I have to take a piss.”

  His glare works its way down my body, to the morning wood yet to go slack.

  “Uh, sir,” I hastily add.

  That puts a grin on Darryl’s full, kissable lips. He juts his chin toward the bathroom. “Go.”

  I stand there, mouth open. It can’t be as simple as asking, can it? “Y-You aren’t going to punish me?”

  The crinkle around Darryl’s eyes goes from playful to devious. Wicked, even.

  “Yes, Dominic. I’m going to punish you. But that’s the thing about punishment. You’ll never know when, and you won’t know how, until it’s happening. Now, I suggest you go take your piss before I make you do it in a coffee cup, and drink that with your breakfast.”

  My eyes bug wide. A scared little chirp leaves my mouth before I can close it. He wouldn’t do that to me, would he?

  Yes. The answer is most definitely yes. And if it isn’t, I don’t want to find out.

  I book it down the hall, but I’m wound too tight, my dick too hard. I take a few deep breaths as I lean a forearm against the wall behind the toilet and will my body to relax.