by J. M. Dabney
"You're not ready to marry me, and maybe we never will be, but that doesn't change the fact I want everyone to know you're mine and I'm yours. You were always meant to be my boy."
"Daddy…" My voice broke as he took the smaller ring and slowly slid it up the ring finger on my left hand. When he held up his hand for me, I felt the tears slipping faster down my cheeks.
"And if one day you don't want me to be Daddy and just plain old Bern, my feelings won't change. I loved you before I knew you needed a Daddy."
He straightened, and I didn't take my gaze off his as he swung me into his arms. His lips were firm and commanding, yet softened when he kissed away the tears from my cheeks. I held on tight as he lowered me to the makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
"I'll always need a Daddy. I didn't understand what it was thirty years ago. But as I got older and realized, I felt embarrassed by it."
"And I told you there is no shame in what we want…what we do in our bed. Our needs are perfect for each other."
He stood and started removing his t-shirt, exposing his bulky muscles and hairy skin. I faintly noticed him toeing off his boots, but I was too distracted by him popping the button on his jeans. I rolled to my knees and sat back on my heels. When he pushed his pants down, I buried my face in his thick bush. Male musk and hints of soap. His hard cock nudged my chin, and the wet tip rubbed along the front of my neck. I whimpered, overwhelmed with need.
"My beautiful boy," he whispered, as he sweetly combed his fingers through my hair. Then I gasped as he fisted his hand in my hair and jerked me back. His free hand circled the base of his cock as he painted my lips with pre-cum. "Daddy aches so bad. You want to make him feel better, don't you?"
"Yes, Daddy." The minute he nudged my lips, I opened and tongued his loose foreskin, sucked it over the smooth head. He liked when I played with it, nibbled and sucked.
"Fuck, boy, you know how Daddy likes it. Do you play with yourself while you have dirty thoughts about your Daddy?"
I hummed as I eased my tongue beneath the skin and was rewarded with the taste of him. The skin teased my lips right before it receded as he stroked himself to pull the foreskin back. I didn't have time to prepare before he forced me to take every inch. My jaw ached as I tried to relax. He used my mouth as he saw fit. He showed no mercy. My cock painfully hardened as he choked me repeatedly, and then I was clawing at his hairy thighs as he tore himself away.
"Daddy, your boy needs it," I whined as I fought against his brutal grip.
"Daddy tells you what you need, boy." His features hardened as he chastised me and released my hair.
I stretched out on the blankets with my legs parted as I started to stroke my cock.
"Did you ask permission?"
I ignored his question as I stroked faster, panting as I kept my gaze on his cock. It seemed to jump each time I jacked my dick. His movements were angry as he finished removing his clothes, and he was suddenly kneeling beside me. I felt my head spin as I was turned over, forced to my knees, and the first strike took me by surprise.
"Boy, you do as your Daddy tells you." He had me recite the list of rules I'd memorized and the ones he'd added.
Tears flowed where my face was buried in my folded arms. Even in punishment, I felt loved, and a sense of peace came over me. As I recited the last rule, my muffled scream filled the room, as my lubed plug was slammed inside with no prep.
It was as if something shattered, and I was outside myself. I faintly realized he was turning me to my back. I was in a daze as he placed himself between my thighs and draped them to lie over his.
"Daddy only does what's best for you. I don't like punishing you. It hurts me more than you know."
His voice was soft, and then he was caressing me from thighs to chest. With each downward motion, he drew closer but never touched me where I needed him to. My hips arched as fingers just skirted my groin and he slowly massaged me, easing me down and I wrapped my hands around his wrists as he tweaked my trimmed pubes.
I begged and screamed as he loved on me by firelight. He sucked up marks to claim his ownership from my collarbones to my pelvis. I contracted around the plug that was nowhere near big enough to satisfy me. The sting of his love bites only teasing the pain I required.
"Daddy would leave you naked all the time. Are you ready to make Daddy feel good?"
"Please."
I was eased back to my knees and pulled back to straddle his thick thighs. He teasingly removed the plug and set it aside. I heard the snick of the lube cap, and then Daddy was right where I needed him. He curved his hands around my hips and urged me to take him.
"Show Daddy how you want me to fuck you."
I didn't need to be told twice. I worked on and off his dick in a frenzied pace. My cock slapped against my belly, and when my abused ass cheeks met his pelvis, pain exploded. And I almost came from it.
"Tell Daddy you want to be a good little boy."
"I'm a good boy, Daddy. You love fucking me?" I screamed as his hand landed on one cheek then the other.
"Always dreamed of fucking my boy's tight ass."
I barely noticed him shift and then he was over me, his mouth pressed to my ear and his left arm a steel band across my belly. I widened my stance and tipped my hips, and then we came together, we moved in perfect harmony.
"Daddy loves his boy taking his cock, dirty and unashamed."
I parted my lips, and he fucked needy sounds from me—my body wasn't mine. It had always belonged to him. He fucked me until my back arched upward under the assault of his hips. Burning pressure and just the right hint of pain, and I lowered myself until I stretched to grab a pillow and hug it against me. Burying my face in it. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pushed me deeper into it, each breath harder to draw in. I didn't panic or complain, I just let him deep stroke my ass in a savage pace as he jacked my cock.
"Take it, boy, I own you."
I threw my head back as I came so hard my head swam and screamed as I felt him filling me with his release. Grinding against me until I took it all. Sweat made my skin slick, and my heart was beating a frantic pace. I collapsed as I took his full weight, and he kept moving his hips.
"Daddy loves you, boy."
"I love you, too."
His hand in my hair turned my head until his lips could touch mine. "Say it again, Devon."
"I love you, Bern."
He hugged me tight, and I could feel his big smile against my mouth. I whimpered as he slipped from me and turned us to our sides, and I completely relaxed against him.
"I will make sure you never regret trusting me with your heart."
"I know." And those two words came so easily, I trusted him without question. He would always keep every promise he'd make to me. He'd love me from now until our days together ended.
In the dancing shadows cast by the fire, I studied out joined hands. Our rings perfectly lined up and realized this was the one thing I'd always wanted, and it had been right there all along. I had no regrets or shame about who we were to each other. He'd be Daddy when I needed him, but also Bern. The sweet young man who'd taken care of me from afar until he knew I was free and the man who came home to claim me. And he didn't disrespect me or my need for that loving and controlling Daddy I'd secretly dreamed about but was so afraid to voice.
14
Bern
I was seated on the couch reading my paper one-handed while my boy curled against my side under my arm as he was on his e-reader. Occasionally I'd place a kiss on the crown of his head, and he'd nuzzle my bicep with his cheek. Each day, week, and month that passed only got better. Yes, we stumbled, couples fight. But I liked those too. Only because I knew he felt safe in voicing his opinion whether I agreed or not. He didn't back down, and he stood his ground, but deferred to me when it was something me as his Daddy thought was best.
"You two are joined at the hip every time I see y'all."
I laughed as I tipped my head back to see my dad enter
ing the living room.
"Making up for lost time. What are you doing here? I thought you were going golfing or something with your old work buddies."
"Well…" He took a seat, and I knew he had something on his mind from the look in his eyes. "I was thinking about selling the house, moving someplace smaller and I wondered if you two would want it. It was the first purchase that your mom and I made together. It's paid off, and it was decided that when you got older and wanted your own home, it would go to you."
"We can buy it, Dad."
"No, it's your home. I didn't spend enough years with your mother in that house, but it's a home we built with love. You can consider it a claiming present or a wedding present whenever you two get around to it."
Dad wasn't subtle. He'd gotten excited when we'd returned from our cabin getaway with rings. I'd seen his disappointment when he found out we didn't elope. We'd explained that we didn't need some piece of paper to tell us we were married. We'd written wills and had power of attorney papers drawn up, we were all set, and neither of us felt the need to be parents. Dad had always known that I didn't want kids no matter the gender of the person I ended up with.
"But you love that house, Murray."
"I know, Devon, I do, and that's why I want you and Bern to have it. It's just me now, and I'd only held onto it to be closer to you and when my son came home. Now, it's just a place. Most of the memories I have there are amazing, but I really think it's time to move on. I've been looking at apartments, and my company asked if I would come back part-time to set up a new business here."
Dad had worked as a transition specialist for companies that were bought and resold. He helped the new offices with hiring and training. He'd traveled a lot with the job, and I remember he enjoyed the moving around.
"That will be great for you."
"Then you'll take it. As soon as I find an apartment, we can have the papers drawn up."
I sensed this was something he needed to do, and I respected his wishes. In his mid-fifties, he had time to start his life again and maybe moving away for a fresh start would be good for him. His loneliness was apparent, and when they'd offered him early retirement, he'd taken it because the money was too good. He felt more himself when he worked.
I released Devon as he got off the couch, and when he reached my dad, he gave him a hug. "We'd love to live in your house. There was always love there."
"It was, and I'll miss it, but Bern claimed you and found his happy. It's time for me to see about starting over. I don't see another love in my future, but work and friends, I miss all that."
"Mom would be proud."
"She would, and I miss her and will for the rest of my life, but she's been telling me for years in her videos to move on. Find happiness."
"Would you like to stay for dinner?" Devon asked as he returned to the spot beside me.
"No, I have to go and drag some clothes out that are appropriate for work. They want me to come in tomorrow to start planning the transition."
"Enjoy your first day at work and make sure you take lunch."
As I spoke, I saw the calm come over my dad. I knew I reminded him of Mom. He'd told me enough that I was all her best parts—the ones he'd loved the most. I was his reminder of her gift to him. I was the trigger for his greatest memories. He glanced at the mantle, and I followed it to the picture that had a place of honor beside mine and Devon's first picture.
Dad was seated on the floor, his head on my mother's thigh while she was pregnant with me, and she was stroking his hair just like I did for Devon. My dad's expression was one of peace and love, as if all was right with his world. His happiness was complete in that moment, and I wanted that for him again. Yet, I knew Dad would die still loving the odd woman who came up to him in a pub and told him he was hers.
I wanted my boy to view me like that. To think back in twenty or fifty years and want for nothing because the love we shared was complete.
Dad kissed us both on the forehead and then headed home. We stayed in silence for a few minutes as we were lost in our thoughts.
"We have a house, are you okay with that? I know we were looking for a place. If you'd rather have some place else, all you have to do is tell me," I offered.
"No, it's perfect. No house could come with more memories and love than that one. I know we briefly talked about redoing this one and staying. It wouldn't feel right. Like Murray, I want to start my life over, and there's no place more perfect."
"Your happiness means everything to me, boy."
"I know, Daddy, and this would mean the world to me."
"Then, it's a deal."
We sat on the couch late into the evening planning what to do with the things in his house and what we'd need for our new one. We worked out the details of the rest of our lives together. Dad losing Mom had taught me that we couldn't wait for tomorrow to come. I'd waited so long to make him mine. It hadn't set right with me, but I couldn't disrespect him by leading him in a direction that would've damaged our views of ourselves.
I no longer had to worry about that. We were free to live in the moment. We shared a light, late dinner, and then I carried him to bed. Tonight wasn't about sex, and I just held him, both of us were quiet as we savored our shared warmth.
"I love you, Devon."
"I love you too, Bern."
I turned him gently until he faced me. I drew his leg across my thigh as I closed the distance between our mouths. I kissed him as if I wouldn't awake in the morning. Told him I cared about him. I made sure he knew that I would be there when he stumbled or thought he wasn't good enough. Being his man—his Daddy—was what I was born to be. I'd always stand beside him and proudly show anyone who doubted us that their opinions didn't matter. I tucked his head under my chin as I tousled his hair the way he liked when I put him to sleep.
Calm came over me as his breaths evened out and he gave me his weight. His smooth skin flush to my hairier body. Two perfect halves and I could admit that if this hadn't of happened, I would have gone to my deathbed with the what-ifs of loving him.
But I wouldn't look back. All we could do was move forward, and we were whole because we were together. Devon and Bern. Daddy and Boy. Maybe one day husbands, but for now, what we had was perfect because it was completely us. I'd make sure that his love and trust were the greatest gifts I'd ever received.
Epilogue
Devon
One Year Later
"Fuck boy," he growled behind me as he ruthlessly pounded my ass where I was leaned over the footboard of his childhood bed. His hand was over my mouth, and his lips met my ear. "Shhh, you want to get us caught? You don't want them to see your Daddy tearing your tight ass up. They wouldn't understand."
His words were low and dangerous. He'd denied my release over and over until the sway of my cock beneath me was enough to get me off.
"They wouldn't know you begged for Daddy's cock." He bit my shoulder. "Teased me into it." I whimpered at the hard smack of his hand on my hip. "My boy was naughty and needed to learn what he gets when he makes Daddy hard."
A full body shiver tightened all my muscles and my ass merciless squeezed my Daddy's cock. I didn't experience shame. This was us, what we craved; what I needed in order to be whole.
"Do you know how many times your Daddy fucked you in this bed?"
A horrifying muffled squeak caused my already burning cheeks to heat further. The headboard banged against the wall. It was loud in the whispered silence as we pretended we didn't want to get caught. This was the bed he'd jacked off to me and where he'd dreamed of owning me. His hands were rougher after months of working construction, so they almost abraded my skin. His heavy balls banged against mine as he measured himself in my tight hole.
"I came inside you a thousand times before I had the heaven of the real thing."
I protested as he jerked from me, spinning me so quickly my head spun and then I was back on his cock, slammed against his poster-covered wall beside the bed. Pictures rattled,
and he used me, changed angles just enough to have me coming all over our bellies and then the real fucking began as he knew I'd come, it was his turn. He pinned my head against the wall with a hand around my throat, his face close enough for our breaths to mingle.
"You're gonna feel me until tomorrow."
The power of his thrusts forced me upward only to have me slam back down. I clawed at his arms and chest. His face was flushed and harsh as he fucked his boy as he dreamed of for all those years. His hips stuttered as he squeezed my throat tighter, and I felt it as he emptied himself into my hole.
Brutal to gentle in seconds as he eased me down with tender kisses and tear-inducing love words. I caught my breath when he stretched us out on his narrow bed. I used his chest for a pillow, and I pouted silently as he slipped free. His seed trickled down my taint and sac.
"I think we're going to keep this room as is, so I can show you all the ways I dreamed of you back then."
I giggled as he caressed my sides with the backs of his fingers. The aftermath with him was never rushed. It was soft words and tender touches, stolen kisses. Today was our one-year anniversary, and we'd finally moved into the house. Not a room was furnished, boxes were everywhere, but this room had been left just as he had the day he'd left for college.
I lifted my head and rested my chin on my crossed arms as I stared into his eyes. "Are you still happy with me?"
"More than when I came home and claimed you. Between us, in our bed and home, there's no shame. Your needs are my needs." He stroked my sweaty hair and lifted his head to give me a quick kiss.
"Did you know that I created this Daddy in my head for my fantasies? And everything about him was you. This man right here was the man I dreamed would take me in hand."
"Then, it was meant to be." He rimmed my stretched, cum-covered hole with his fingertips, and I lifted to take two thick digits.
