by J. M. Dabney
"You don't get to rub on Daddy unless he gives you permission."
"Sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay. If you're good while Daddy plays with you, then I'll let you suck Daddy's cock. Would you like that?"
"Very much."
I took his hand and led him around the couch. When I sat down, I tugged him until he sat heavily on my thigh.
"Before we start, Daddy is going to give you a word to use. If you get uncomfortable or Daddy hurts you, you say it, and all play ends. Do you understand?" I wanted to push his limits of what he'd done before, but I also wanted him to have the option of backing out if I made him uncomfortable or did something he didn't like. Whatever happened between us was consensual, and if I didn't make him feel good, then I'd failed at my job as his Daddy.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Your safe word is Purple." He repeated it when I asked him to, then I raised my right hand and stroked just the tips of my fingers down his chest. Over the curve of his cute belly, and just when I reached his cock, I stopped. He let out the sweetest whine. "You're beautiful. Soft and so shy."
He lowered his chin to his chest and hid his face from me. That didn't conceal the pretty blush that stained his face. For a man of his age, I found his sweetness arousing. I wanted to give him the experiences he'd only ever dreamed of. No one had ever given him the reality of being the submissive boy he longed to be. I wanted to be the Daddy he’d waited so long for, and I refused to fail him.
"You never have to worry that I'll hurt you."
"I know. I'm not afraid of you."
I stroked the gentle lines of his body with just the tips of my fingers. Light enough to simply tease and his response was what I'd anticipated. The smallest touch made him shake on my lap. His breaths were shuddering from between his perfect lips.
"Do you touch yourself thinking about Daddy?" I asked him as I drew my gaze down his body to his hard cock that was leaving a wet spot on my shirt. I brutally fisted my hand in his hair and jerked his head back. His heavy-lidded eyes met mine. Everything he felt and hoped to hide was right there on display for me. He'd allow me to do whatever I wanted as long as I continued to love on him.
"Yes, Daddy. It feels better when I think about you."
"You shouldn't touch yourself when Daddy can't see." I slowly brought his mouth to mine with his hair still wrapped around my fist. I kept our lips apart. I wanted him to ask me for what he wanted and to understand that I was in charge. My boy would always listen, but soon he'd have to learn to take my punishments too.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Daddy made you a list of rules. And as we get to know each other, discuss our expectations and your limits, we'll add to it." I removed the folded sheet of paper from my pocket where I'd placed it when I'd gotten ready earlier and handed it to him. "Read your rules, boy."
"Per Daddy these rules may be amended at any time. Rule one…I will trust Daddy to know what is best for me." He glanced shyly at me, and I tapped the paper to keep him reading. "Rule two…I will always be ready to please Daddy with my mouth or ass. Rule three…I will always be naked in our home. Rule four…Daddy will punish me if I disobey rules, put myself in danger, or lie to Daddy. Rule five…rewards will be earned and taken away depending on Daddy's discretion."
I watched him as he read every line slowly and deferring to me with a pause as he studied me. I played with his pretty dick, distracting him as he recited the rules and making him stutter. The head of his cock was shining with pre-cum. When he turned to the second page, which was just a single piece of paper that showed him my negative results for STDs and HIV. During some of our conversations, he'd told me his fears of Lawrence cheating on him and how he'd gone through monthly tests since his divorce—even though he'd taken the same ones during his yearly physicals. The last ten years of his marriage he'd feared his husband's disinterest was due to fucking around, so he'd thought better to be safe than sorry.
"I wanted you to know that you're always safe with me and you're it for me. When I take you, I don't want any barriers between us, but when that happens, it's your choice. Even now, you're naked on my lap, plug in, yet sex doesn't have to happen anytime soon."
"You'd wait?"
"I've waited for you for thirteen years. I know you're still unsure"—he opened his mouth to protest, and I cut him off with a quick kiss—"Don't lie to me, baby boy. You seeing me as a grown man is still new, and I know you're still frightened to take me seriously. I can only promise that I'll never lie to you."
"Okay."
"Since it's our first night of playtime, you can have anything you want."
"Anything, Daddy?"
"I'm yours."
I kissed his eyes closed as I listened to his soft sob, and when he slipped from my lap, I resisted the urge to keep him close. His hands had a fine tremor as he knelt between my legs and worked my shirt buttons free. When we'd slept together, I'd kept my clothes on to control myself. When he reached my waistband, I leaned forward and shrugged my shirt off. I groaned and let my head fall back as he combed his fingers through the thick hair on my stomach and chest. I gripped his sides just under his armpits as his soft palms dragged over my nipples.
"May I, Daddy?" he asked as he lifted one of my hands to wrap around the back of his neck.
I jerked him forward, and he nuzzled my hairy skin. He moaned, and I felt him inhale.
"You smell so good, Daddy."
I rubbed his head as he drifted south, and I felt him working my belt loose—the button and zipper undone. He buried his face against my cotton covered groin. My boy whimpered and moaned. I allowed him to tug my pants and boxer briefs to the middle of my hairy thighs.
I cursed as he laid his head on my thigh and wrapped his hand around the base of my cock, then he took a few inches into his mouth. My boy was sucking my cock like he would his thumb to go to sleep. I could just see him working his little cock. I kept my hips still, and his cheek stroked over my leg as he laid there quietly jerking off. The only sounds were his heavy breathing and soft suckling sounds.
"So pretty." My voice was gruffer as I traced the corner of his mouth that was stretched around the girth of my dick. Sweat was beading in my body hair as my pleasure increased witnessing his contentment at just suckling me and playing with himself. My balls ached with the need to come, but the more I denied myself and focused on his comfort, the less I wanted to get off.
"Daddy loves when his little boy sucks his cock." My heart pounded an almost painful rhythm in my chest. He wasn't drawing hard or taking more than those few inches. I felt the curl of his tongue, the ridged texture of the roof of his mouth. As turned on as I was, as much as I wanted to come, I could sense a calmness in him. I grunted as he released me with a soft pop.
"Is that how you want Daddy to put you to bed every night?"
"Yes, Daddy. You feel better than when I suck my thumb."
"You're Daddy's good little boy." I helped him onto the couch, and he reached for me as I got up.
I stood before him and stripped. I watched him as I exposed every inch of my body for him. I couldn't miss the way he swallowed hard and licked his lips as I picked up the lube, slicking my cock with a few rough strokes. I sat back down as I turned on the TV, and found a cartoon channel for him, and pushed his legs open to remove his plug. "Sit on Daddy's lap and watch your cartoons." He started to sit on my thigh, and I shifted him until he could slide down my cock.
"Daddy won't hurt his boy. He knows you've been thinking about playing with it." I groaned long and deep as his hole wrapped around my length. He was so tight he was strangling my cock with his rim. "Goddamn, boy." I held his cheeks apart as his ass met my groin, and I watched him take every thick inch. My hands moved to his hips, and they were so big my fingertips met the trimmed curls at the base of his dick. "Get comfortable, baby."
We both shook as his back met my chest, and I caressed him as we pretended to watch TV. His cheek was pressed to mine, and every once in a while, I turned to kiss his
cheek—the corner of his mouth. I felt the subtle shift of his hips as I felt him flexing his ass around where I was buried deep. We were teasing each other. It was taking everything in me to keep control, but after years, I finally felt like I was where I belonged. While I wanted to fuck him right now, I wanted the intimacy more.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, baby."
"Do I feel good?" he asked as he started to stroke his slim length.
"You feel so good. Hot and tight."
"Daddy, can I ask you something?"
I kissed his cheek and then buried my face against his throat. "You can ask me anything."
"Will you love me?"
At his shy, teary question, I lifted him off me and scooped him into my arms. "Do you want me to love on you as Daddy or Bern?"
"Both."
I kissed him gentle and slow as I carried him upstairs to the bedroom. I laid him easily on the bed and then stretched out between his slender thighs. I used my hand to hold my length steady as I pushed into him. I tasted his pretty whine as I seated myself fully. I curled my arms beneath him, grabbed his shoulders as I started to move. Tender, shallow strokes as he touched me with tentative hands.
"I've loved you for so long, baby. Always you." The achingly slow pace didn't change as I placed the softest kisses on his parted lips as we stared into each other’s eyes. Our sweaty bodies moved together in a sensuous rhythm with no need to hurry to the finish line.
"I was so ashamed." He sobbed, and I hurt as I watched tears slip from the corners of his eyes, into his tangled hair.
"There's no shame in what we want."
"I want to feel you come in me. Show me you own me."
That's all I needed to hear. I didn't just start pounding him, I worked into a lazily increasing pace until I shoved every screamed grunt from him. The teasing went on too long, I was so close, but I made sure to rub his hard dick between our bellies as I fucked into him with brutal snaps of my hips.
"Squeeze me, work for your reward, boy."
His thighs parted wider and his hips tilted, and his eyes went wide as his lips parted on a silent scream.
A squeaked hurt me, Daddy past his lips, and I surged upward, sitting back on my heels as I worked his little cock in my fist as I watched my cock abuse his swollen hole. The second I felt his seed over my hand, I slammed into him hard enough to push his head into the pillows and filled him with every drop of cum. The cut of my abs was drawn in tighter as I jerked.
"Fuck, boy, take it," I ordered him as I started fucking him again, seeing my cum and slick covered cock appear and disappear until I collapsed on top of him. My lips were on his as I kissed and calmed him, as his much smaller body shook beneath mine. "You'll never get away from me now. You feel my ownership? My fat cock and cum deep inside you. Always mine."
Long minutes later, I eased from him and carried him to the bathroom to shower us to prepare for bed. He didn't move away from me as I stroked my hands over him. I chuckled as he flinched as I found a ticklish spot. I drew his arms from around my neck so I could wash his front, then get us out of the stall. I didn't hesitate to pick him back up to carry him to bed, stretching out beside him as we softly talked until I saw his eyes close.
I caressed his cheek with the backs of my fingers as his breathing evened out, and I cuddled him tight to me. I drifted off to sleep content for the first time in my life.
9
Devon
I smiled all through my first day back to work after my weekend spent with Daddy Bern. He was so sexual I thought it would be non-stop fucking after he took me, but last night I'd fallen asleep sucking his cock as he stroked my hair. Then I'd awakened this morning with his body blanketing mine, and he'd fucked me until I came on the sheets beneath me. He was still hard because he hadn’t found release, but he'd gotten me ready for work, bathed, dressed, and breakfast. A kiss at the door as he told me to have a good day at work.
After our date on Saturday night, I'd never experienced that level of intimacy. We watched TV with me on his cock, just touching and kissing, and he never seemed in a hurry to climax. He sent me messages throughout the day to check on me. To make sure I wasn't too sore or had I had a snack or meal yet. I think some might think that was stifling, but I loved it. It was even better when I received flowers and dessert mid-afternoon. I fingered the velvety petals as I waited for my day to end.
"Well, well, well, someone is dating again?"
Tiffany was one of the newest architects that I'd kind of became friendly with, in the past year. I jerked my head up and tried to rid my mouth of the silly grin. Then my phone chimed, and I checked it to find a shirtless and sweaty Daddy smirking at me, the caption read: I'll be home at 5. Remember the rules.
"Oh, you gotta let me see what—"
I tried to hide my phone before Tiff got a peek and was too late. I was too shocked at seeing my man telling me to be naked when he got home.
"Holy shit, is he yours?"
"Yes, but it's kinda new. He just moved home after being gone for several years." I didn't mention he was my best friend's son.
"You are one lucky man. You have to invite me and my husband over for dinner. I have to see that man in person."
"I'll talk to him when I get home."
"That man has more abs than is humanly possible."
I locked my phone because I didn't like her drooling over my Daddy.
"I'd be jealous, too. It's good to see you happy."
I felt silly when she called me on my jealousy. Never once during my marriage had I felt possessive, but suddenly I didn't want to share. It was still new, and I was processing that the younger man wanted me for his boy.
"I don't think I've seen you genuinely smile at work in a long time. We should have drinks even if you don't want me drooling over your man."
"I'd actually like that. Since the divorce, I haven't been out much until Bern."
"Time to move on, to be honest, the few times I met Lawrence, I wasn't a fan."
I found that surprising because everyone seemed to love Lawrence. He was outgoing and fun, handsome. The perfect manipulator and I hadn't seen the extent of it until the relationship was all over. Sometimes I wondered how much I'd unconsciously forgiven in order to keep my marriage—to not be alone.
"He just seemed a bit stuck up."
"I didn't realize it before."
"My first husband was the same way. I didn't realize the toxic environment until I met my current husband. To be honest, I almost turned him down for a date because I didn't believe he was actually…nice."
"He's a lot younger than me."
"Um, flowers, special afternoon treat, and shirtless selfies…I don't think he has an issue."
I turned my head to cover another stupid grin.
"And, honey, that smile says you don't care either. I'll leave you to work and remember, drinks after work one night if you can pull yourself away from your sexy ginger."
"I'll talk to Bern about that dinner."
"Sounds good, honey. Just keep smiling like that."
I kept my gaze on her until she disappeared and then decided to break off early to make dinner before he got home. I bit off a groan of disgust as Mr. Hatcher, my boss, entered my office with that look on his face thinking I was going to put in extra time.
"Devon, I'm going to need you to stay over, I received some—"
"The design is final, and if he has another complaint, you can assign him to another architect. I've put up with his passive-aggressive bullshit for over a month. I'm done. My boyfriend is going to be home at five, and we're having dinner."
"Devon, he doesn't want to work with anyone else, he just has a few more—"
"Have you viewed the designs? The building is a monstrosity that will be a blight in that neighborhood, and he only wants bigger and bigger. If you can't deal with that, I can give my resignation." I packed the rest of my stuff in my messenger bag and slung the strap over my shoulder. "I've bitten my tongue long enough about his
obvious bias toward me. Either he's a bigot or just an asshole. Now, good night, Mr. Hatcher."
"Devon, please, there's no need—" I rolled my eyes as I stepped around him and walked out into the outer office. "Please, there's no need for you to, I'll have it taken, Devon, just a minute—"
I entered the elevator and turned to face him with a smile. "Goodnight, Mr. Hatcher." I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers in a goodbye motion, then the door closed.
I chuckled to myself all the way down to the lobby and then left the building feeling lighter. I wasn't going to put up with any more disrespect. I didn't deserve it, and I'd kept my mouth shut for too long. It was time I did what made me happy, and that was going home to wait for Daddy.
I heard the front door open, and I kept mashing the potatoes. The closer his heavy steps got, the more I tensed with excitement at him being home. His growl echoed seconds before I was in his arms.
"Now, this is what your Daddy wants to see when I get home."
I lifted my shoulder to keep him from tickling my neck with his beard. I inhaled the scent of sweat and man as he pressed fully to my back. I raised my right hand to rub his cheek as he seemed to try to squeeze the life out of me.
"Fuck, you always feel good."
I moaned as his left hand cupped my dick through the apron I wore. I wasn't using a stove naked. I yelped as he spun me and I found myself sitting on the counter, my thighs pushed wide by his hips. He was breathing roughly against my mouth. I fisted my hands in the sides of his damp shirt.
"I missed my boy today."
"I missed you too, Daddy," I whispered the last word and was rewarded with a deep kiss.
"Say it again, boy," he demanded as he removed the apron and dropped it to the floor.
"Daddy." I went from making dinner to too turned on to think within seconds.
"Were you a good boy today?"
"I like to think so. A friend from work asked if I wanted to have drinks one night after work."
