by J. M. Dabney
“When you come home, I’ll take care of you.”
“You don’t have to do that. I’m an adult.” I lied again. I wanted to be his little with an intensity that frightened me. Every dream and fantasy I ever had existed in a man I shouldn’t want, but in a matter of days, he’d completely broken my perception of the man I’d convinced myself I was to make my existence easier.
“Yeah, but everyone needs to be taken care of on occasion, and that ex of yours didn’t know how to take care of you properly.”
“And you do?”
“Little boy, are you challenging me?”
“No.” I was shocked by the way my voice dipped lower, almost to a whisper. I was flirting with my best friend’s son. I’d known Bern his entire life, but the boy who left wasn’t the man who had returned.
“Would you be shocked to know I want to take you on a date when you come home?”
I grunted as I slammed down again and the shock of him wanting to take me on a date made me forget to conceal my whimper.
“Oh yeah, I was going to wait until I could ask you face to face, but I want you to think about it.”
“Think about what?”
I regretted lifting completely and feeling the emptiness, I returned to my back and slammed the toy back inside.
“Do you want me to talk to you while you play with yourself? You haven’t been hiding those sexy little whimpers.”
“Talk to me, please.” I felt brave because he wasn’t here to see me. My middle-aged body not on display as I filled my ass. When I returned home, I’d avoid him. I wouldn’t be able to meet his eyes after this. Yet beyond the humiliation I felt, I required his commands.
“While you’re getting off for me, you’ll let me hear it all, and you’ll make sure you tell Daddy that it’s his cock you want.”
“Yes…Daddy.” I clenched and loudly moaned at being able to say that single word. I didn’t even care how he knew what I considered my shame.
“Oh, boy, you’re making Daddy hard. I have nine inches of uncut cock for you to ride when you get home.”
“Daddy,” I screamed as I tortured my ass and I didn’t hide one grunt or needy noise. He wanted them all.
“If you were here, I’d have you naked and stuffed with a plug so that I could take your hole whenever I wanted.”
“Do you want me, Daddy?” Insecurity leached into my pleasure, and I needed to hear him put me at ease, even if it was just him joking with the old man playing at boy.
“For years. Tell me what you’re imagining.”
“I’m on my back, and your weight is bearing me into the bed. You’re so hairy. Your boy likes that.”
“Take your Daddy’s cock, little boy.”
His voice filled my head as he ordered me to do as he wanted me—slam it in hard enough to hurt. He was the embodiment of everything I’d always wanted. “I’m gonna come.” He was breathing hard and growling. I swore I heard him jacking his cock.
“Do it, boy. Daddy’s almost there. I don’t come until you do.” I fumbled as I put him on speaker to free up my hand and with two strokes, I was screaming and calling him Daddy. All I could hear was fuck, and then I was shocked.
“Boy, your ass was made for my cum. Thirteen years I’ve been preparing to make you mine.”
“What?” I was a cum-covered mess lying in an exhausted sprawl with my toy still partially filling my ass. My hole was repeatedly clenching in the aftermath. How could he want me so long and I not notice?
“Oh yeah, I’m still working my dick because it’s never gonna be enough until you’re in bed with me. Since I was fifteen, I knew I was going to own you. I hated that bastard who got to hold you, fuck you, but I knew he never gave it to you like I could. How could he not want to touch you constantly? Kiss you? Show everyone you were his?”
I was forced out of the safety of the barrier I’d formed around me. This was only destined to be a single forbidden interlude where the Daddy in my head had a voice—a presence. It wasn’t supposed to be more than that, and he was thinking about owning me.
“I learned everything about you to make sure I could take care of you. Do you know I heard you jerking off one afternoon? You whimpered Daddy at the end, and I wanted to be that for you. You’ve been my boy since. I got off so hard when I went home.
“You’ve been my fantasy, dream, and it killed me. As soon as I knew you were free, I made sure I could come home to you.”
I didn’t understand why tears were filling my eyes, but I felt it to my soul that he wasn’t fucking with me. I remember my teen years of crushing on older men. Yet, they had all just been jerk-off fantasies. I never thought about them any other time. When I was fifteen, I’d seen my parents’ neighbors fucking, one of the guys was huge and hairy. That was where my obsession began, but I’d never been brave enough to accept it. It was always my dirty little secret.
“You came home for me?”
“Yes, I couldn’t be there knowing I had to watch you with him. Me in bed alone while someone else was feet away with the right to love on you. Don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you until you can’t sit right, but I want to love on you. Hours of touching. Cuddled with my boy on my lap. You’re mine. Now, you have to think long and hard if you want to accept that. I’m possessive and dominating. I’ll want my way, but no one will ever love you as much as I do. Making you happy is my one and only goal in life.”
I didn’t know what to say, and I suddenly felt exposed to the point of roughly removing my toy and covering myself with the corner of the blanket. He spoke such pretty words, but years of neglect made me cautious. His promises were too sweet for me to accept.
“Baby, I can sense you’re scared, but when you come home, we’ll go on a date. I want you to get to know the man I am. Want you to see that I’m not lying but only time will do that. I need a shower, dried cum in stomach hair isn’t comfortable. I want you to get some rest because you’re coming home to me tomorrow.”
“Bern.”
“You know you want to say it. Just say it.”
“Daddy,” I whispered the word and marveled at the freedom I felt. As if decades of weight lifted from my chest with a few syllables.
“Yes, baby?”
“Don’t hurt me.”
“There is plenty I want to experience with you, give you, and none of them has anything to do with hurting you. I’ve waited way too long.”
I loved his gruff voice and the conviction I heard in it. I truly believed he wanted me, and that shocked me. Bern could have any man he wanted, and he freely admitted that it was me. No one had desired me in years. I’d always been lacking because of what I required. But I’d hidden those needs, and the opportunity was right there, offered freely to me.
“I’ll be there when you get off the plane, and then we’ll come home, I’ll hold you, and you can ask me all the questions you want.”
“Okay.”
We spoke a few more minutes and then said goodnight. After I disconnected the call, I collapsed. I covered my face as I broke. Tears wetting my hands, and it wasn’t grief—it was joy. Decades of misery fading away as I knew the man for me would be waiting for me tomorrow. My rational brain tried to tell me not to accept it so easily, but my heart wanted to believe that I’d finally be happy. I needed that belief that I wasn’t too old to be wanted. That I could love and be loved. I just had to remember that in my past, I once had hope.
6
Bern
I forced myself not to pace and shoved my hands into my pockets. He’d be getting off his plane soon. I’d just heard his flight number called over the PA system. After last night when I’d heard him come for me, my impatience was at an all-time high. Anticipation had built up to this one moment, wanting that person you didn’t think you’d ever have. I’d used his extra key that Dad kept to let myself in earlier to leave him presents and set up for our night together. I wanted everything to be perfect.
We wouldn’t fuck tonight because we had issues to clear u
p, but I’d have him in my arms. Experience our first kiss. From my height, I could clearly see the gate, and I smiled as I spotted him. He looked exhausted, and I didn’t like it. Tonight, he’d relax and let me take care of him. The moment he saw me waiting, I knew he was thinking about last night. His face turned the prettiest shade of pink.
I waited for him to approach me and I didn’t like that he wasn’t looking at me.
“Baby.” I raised my hand to press my crooked fingers beneath his smooth chin. “Did you miss me?” I asked as I lowered my head.
The closer our mouths got, the wider his eyes became. I pressed our lips together, and the lush curves gave under mine, and I couldn’t keep my groan contained. I wrapped my arm around his waist and tugged him flush to me. The curve of his belly cushioning my dick, and it took everything in me to keep it under control.
“Fuck.” I stroked my tongue across his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.” I didn’t give a fuck if anyone was staring or judging. I finally had my boy in my arms. And from his shivering, I knew he loved being there. “Let’s get home. I got the living room all ready for us.”
“You do?”
“I bought you some presents and made us a place to curl up and talk. Tonight is all about us getting to know each other again, and then you’re sleeping next to me all night.”
He whined, and I saw his eyes looked glassy. He was trying to hide it from me as he turned around.
“Baby, don’t hide from me. Don’t you want to spend the night with me?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That sounds even better in person, and you blush so cute when you say it. You ready to go home?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t release him as I led him to pick up his luggage, and with that done, we made our way to my SUV. I had a plan for him before I buckled him in all safely. One kiss wasn’t enough, and the one I wanted to give him wasn’t appropriate to conduct in the middle of a terminal. He remained silent but didn’t try to pull away from me once on our stroll across the parking lot. I hit the fob to unlock my vehicle, letting him go to stow his things in the back seat and then I opened the passenger door. Before he could climb up, I had my hand fisted in his hair, and his ass cheek clutched in the other.
I captured his mouth and kissed him with years of pent up need. He was clutching at me, his nails scoring the back of my neck as I lifted him to sit on the seat. I forced my way between his thighs and my slutty little boy rutted against my stomach. I bit at his lips, tugged his head back until his heavy-lidded gaze met mine. He was beautiful, and I didn’t hesitate to tell him so. He tried to turn away. “No, you’ve always been beautiful to me. Sexy. My perfect boy.”
“I can’t be your boy. I’m too old.”
“My little can be anyone I want him to be. It’s all a state of mind. I want to make sure you’re safe and cared for, know you’re loved. I want you to know your happiness and comfort will always come first. You need a Daddy to ground you, and I’m the only one for that.” I leaned in to kiss the tears from the lashes of one eye then the other. He was cuddled as close to me as he could get. “We’re going to go home, and I’m going to make us dinner and let you decompress from work. This weekend we’ll have our first date. I can take you out and show you off.”
I loved his shy laugh and the way he observed me as I buckled him into the seat. Kissing him repeatedly until I could tear myself away from him. I closed the door and walked around, then got in the driver’s seat. I pulled out of the parking lot and started for home. When we got on the highway, I laid my arm across the console and laced our fingers together. He trapped my forearm against his ribs and held tight to my hand as if I would take away my touch. I had no intention of ever doing that.
We kept up safe conversation, I asked about his trip and work, even though we spoke every night he’d been away. He mentioned a new project he was doing for a local LGBT Youth Center. He was donating the design and plans, then helping with fundraising for the rest of the project. With the topic away from his current work, he seemed to relax completely.
I’d missed the sound of his voice, and I sat back just to listen to him ramble. He needed to leave the architectural firm he worked for and go out on his own. I remembered him loving his job, but now it seemed a cause of more stress than it was worth, at least in my opinion.
I felt him tense as we pulled into his driveway. I wanted to ask what was going on in his head and put all his doubts to rest. That took time that I wasn’t sure I could give him. Because of his traveling, we hadn’t spent a lot of time together as I grew up, but I was still his best friend’s son. He’d been there when I graduated high school and college, and when I’d headed to boot camp. His brain was devising all the reasons he couldn’t or shouldn’t be mine.
I’d waited so long for the chance and wasn’t giving it up. I had to convince him he was my boy. Reluctantly, I removed my hand from his and put my vehicle in park. He started to reach for the handle. “No, I’ll come around and get you.”
He nodded but didn’t break his silence, and I felt the weight of his doubts as if they were mine. I got out, ran around to the passenger side, removed his luggage, then opened his door. Extended my hand and waited for him to take it. I enjoyed his shyness and sweetness. He might think he was too old to belong to me, but I had no worries.
“Should you go home to check on Murray?”
He tripped as he stepped down and fell against me. I caught him to steady him.
“No, he’s off with friends for dinner and might be out late.” I didn’t tell him that Murray was invited to a party by Lawrence. He’d wanted to decline the invitation, but I’d found it suspect that he’d called after months of no contact. Dad was going to satisfy our curiosity.
I placed my hand on the small of his back and nudged him forward as I carried his bags in. His hands shook as he tried to unlock his door, and I felt an odd mixture of amusement and guilt that I made him react that way. I wanted him to be completely comfortable with me. Finally, he got the key in the knob and was opening the door, he stepped inside, and I noticed the minute he spotted the nest of pillows and blankets on the floor. His favorite red wine ready to open. His snack waited in the fridge.
I kicked the door shut behind me, and he jumped, turning to face me.
“Baby boy?”
“Y-yes...Daddy?”
I set his bags in front of the table next to the door and tossed my phone and the contents of my pockets into the ceramic bowl on top of it to join his.
“Daddy made you a snack. Go get it from the fridge while I get everything ready.” He was shocked by my dismissal, but it was safer to send him away. As much as I wanted him, I needed to show him what his life would be like from now on. I watched him until he disappeared, and I started moving around the living room. I picked up the box of his new toys and placed them next to the small chest for him to put away later.
Just as he reappeared with his plate, I was lifting his new teddy bear onto one of the chairs. It was huge and big enough for my baby boy to cuddle and hump.
“Daddy?”
I remained silent as I opened the wine, poured him a glass, and then I sat on the couch, never taking my gaze from him and the way he was staring at his new bear. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.”
“Is that for me?” He released the plate with one hand and pointed at the stuffed animal.
“Yes. Daddy’s going to let you have playtime later, but first, we have to talk.”
He approached me and lowered himself onto my thigh, and he almost dropped his plate. I grabbed it before he could spill the contents. He was shaking so hard he was practically vibrating on my lap.
“First, we have to put your fears to rest. I don’t like my little boy feeling so anxious around Daddy.” I soothingly rubbed his back as he picked at the food I’d made him. “Tell me what’s wrong. I already said if I don’t know, I can’t make my boy feel better.”
“Are you playing with me? Like tomorrow, after you get m
e to do all these things, will it be like a joke?”
I took the plate and leaned forward to place it on the table. When I relaxed into the cushions, I looked at him. “Straddle Daddy’s lap. Now, boy.”
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not, but you’re asking to be spanked and sent to bed without getting to play.”
"Why do you want me?"
I raised my hands and cupped his jaw in my hands—stroked my thumbs along his cheekbones. "I waited so long to touch you like I wanted to." I whispered the words in a reverent tone as I closed the distance between our mouths, kissing him tenderly. I didn't take it further than that. He leaned into my touch.
"I remember the first time I thought you were beautiful. I'd always liked you. You came to my games and all that, it was nice, and I thought about trying to set you up with Dad."
"You thought about setting me up with your straight dad?"
"I was fifteen, and my Dad had more gay friends than straight, so it wasn't a big deal. So I started studying you, seeing what you liked so I could kinda mention things to him. Then I realized that I didn't want to share. I became a resentful asshole to Lawrence, but only when you weren't around.
"You came home from a business trip one summer, and we were having a barbecue. He was already there, and you showed up. You came out the back door with a cute smile. He didn't even acknowledge you, and I saw you deflate. When you approached him, he didn't think about touching you—kissing you. At fifteen, I was already taller and broader than you, and when he didn't hug you, I did. It was absolutely perfect. It became my mission after that to always make you smile."
"That's why you did it?"
I nodded.
"I never thought anything of it. You were always affectionate with your dad."
