Legendary Daddy

by Mia Monroe

  If I hadn’t spent the afternoon with him, I might think this dirty submissive innocence was an act, but the way he’s looking at me now—cheeks flushed, pupils blown, need seeping from his pores—I know it’s authentic desire to be mine, even if just for a few minutes.

  Gazing into his pleading eyes, I brush my thumb across his chin. “Tell Daddy he can own your mouth.”

  Bentley whimpers again. “You can own my mouth, Daddy. You can own me.”

  “Mm, that sounds nice.”

  He closes his eyes as I lean forward and take my first taste of his mouth. He presses into me, almost melting against me as his hands clutch and tug at my T-shirt. He’s submissive to his core, opening his mouth to me and letting me take what I want. His mouth is warm, his tongue pliant, but there’s an undercurrent of need and want, of greed, as he boldly sucks my tongue.

  Reaching behind him, I slide my hand down the back of his pants, feeling a bit of silk there.

  “Are you wearing panties?”

  He nods, still pressed against me. “More kisses, Daddy.” He begs as if he needs my mouth to breathe. It’s heady to feel so wanted and desired after months of being locked away alone.

  “Can Daddy touch you, boy?”

  “Please.” It’s almost a sob.

  I reach farther, sliding into the silk until I find his sweet little hole. He moans into my mouth as my fingers caress him. It’s not like I can fuck him here, even with fingers, but fuck, I definitely want to.

  “I bet you’re so tight for Daddy,” I whisper on his neck, still stroking his entrance. “So needy for me.”

  “Daddyyy,” Bentley moans.

  “Tell Daddy what you want, boy. Say the words and it’s yours.”

  “I want to suck you, Daddy. I want you to choke me and make me swallow all of your cum. Please? I’ve been so good, Daddy. I waited patiently for you to find me.”

  I pull back, tilting my head as I look at him. “What?”

  He shakes his head, tugging at my waistband. “Nothing.”

  “What do you mean, boy?”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “Nothing you say is.” I grip his chin. “Tell me.”

  “Can I suck you first?”

  “Do you promise to tell me if I say yes?”

  He nods. “I promise.”

  “Okay then, boy. Get your dick.”

  A smile fills Bentley’s face as he makes quick work of my jeans, pulling them open and reaching in to get my cock. It’s hard, as it has been from the moment he first whimpered. He falls to his knees, gazing reverently at my dick.

  “It’s…” His eyes shift up to me. “Even better in real life.”

  “Do you think you can manage it?”

  “No, but I want to try.”

  “I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  He gazes up at me again, chest heaving with breath. “Can I suck you bare?”

  I appreciate the question, snapping me out of the lust coma I was in. “Good question, sweet boy. I’m on PrEP and tested regularly. If you’re comfortable, bare works for me, but if not, I bet we could locate a condom around here.”

  “No, it’s okay with me. I’m on PrEP too. Bare is good. So good. I figured, but you left the industry so…”

  “I didn’t leave. I took a break, but I keep up my testing schedule.” I cup his chin in my palm. “Never know when an opportunity might arise.”

  Smiling, Bentley’s eyes flit around the still-empty space, and then he’s on me, sucking the crown into his mouth. I close my eyes, throwing my head back slightly.

  “Fuck, that’s good.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Keep going, boy.”

  It’s been so long. With a jolt, I realize Arian was the last person to suck me, and that was nine months ago. How I’ve survived going from sex twice a day to nothing is a miracle.

  Bentley gags slightly, pulling my eyes to him, but he just giggles and goes back to it.

  “So big,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue along my shaft. “And yummy.”

  “Pull your dick out, boy.”

  He nods, sucking me with vigor as he opens his pants. He releases his dick from pink silk panties, and the sight causes a surge of precum to leak from my cock. Bentley moans, lapping at my slit and sending vibrations through me.

  “Fuck, boy, you are pretty. Daddy can think of all kinds of things to do to you.”

  “Anything,” he whispers then sucks harder.

  My fingers move into his hair, noting its softness as I watch him suck.

  “Fuck my mouth?” His face is the picture of innocence, but that mouth of his is anything but.

  “I don’t want to be rough with you.”

  “Just a little?” He bats his eyelashes. “I know you won’t hurt me. You’re too perfect and sweet to hurt me. You take care of me and give me what I need. That’s what good Daddies do.”

  “Fuck, you are dangerous.”

  Bentley shakes his head. “No. You’re safe with me.”

  Somehow I believe him. “Open a little wider, boy. Relax your throat.”

  He does, sitting back on his heels. I grip the front of his hair, sliding my dick into his mouth again. I move slowly, letting him adjust to my pace, and once I think he’s good, I go faster, absolutely fucking lost in the sensation of his fiery mouth. Bentley keeps his eyes locked on me, gripping my thighs for balance as he lets me use his mouth. He’s fucking beautiful. Perfect actually. It would be very easy to forget what this is—two men getting off, nothing more.

  Bentley touches his dick, then stops, pulling off me. “May I touch, Daddy?”

  “No. Finish me, then Daddy will take care of you.”

  Bentley whimpers again but opens his mouth for me once more. I pump down his throat, feeling the tension building inside until it explodes out of me, sliding down Bentley’s throat as he swallows eagerly. He milks me, squeezing gently on my balls until I’m completely empty.

  Before either of us can catch our breath, I slide down to the floor and push him back, attacking his dick with my mouth. His back arches and he yelps in surprise at my sudden movement. Bentley’s dick is very nice—thicker than I would have expected from his petite frame and tasty as fuck. It doesn’t take long until he’s a writhing mess, whispering my name as he shoots onto my tongue. I smile, savoring the flavor. It’s nice and mild, but on the thicker side. Delicious.

  As I pop off his dick, Bentley laughs, shaking his head back and forth. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Let’s get our clothes on before someone comes down here.”

  He nods, sitting upright. I help him to his feet then pull his pants up, gently tucking his dick back inside his panties. He watches me adoringly. After I pull my jeans up, I press him against the column, kissing him again to get another lingering taste.

  “Thank you, Bentley. That was amazing. You’re the first guy since Arian.”

  His eyes open wide. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” I cup his face. “You gave me something I needed today, both physically and mentally. I won’t forget it.”

  “I think it goes without saying what you gave me.”

  I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Can I have your number? You never know when I might be ready for the spotlight again.”

  He nods, swallowing hard. “If you, um, ever wanted to see me for other reasons, I would say yes.”

  “I appreciate that. I don’t think I’m ready for dating and shit like that yet.”

  “We don’t have to do that. I could just...give you what you need. Our secret, Legend. I would never hurt you. I won’t tell a soul.”

  “I believe you.” And weirdly, I do. I pull my phone from my pocket. “Put your number in.”

  He nods, doing it obediently.

  When he hands it back, he smiles. “I knew I was right about you. You’re not the things Arian said. I could be a perfect boy for you, Legend. When you’re ready.”

  “When I’m ready, I’ll call you. You might be snatched up by the
n.”

  His face turns serious. “I’m already yours,” he whispers. “I always will be. All you have to do is take me.”

  My mind rushes back to his words just before the blowjob. “What did you mean before when you said you patiently waited for me?”

  He frowns like he’s disappointed I remembered.

  “You promised to tell me.”

  Bentley nods. “You’re going to think I’m insane or something, but I swear I’m not.”

  “Go on.”

  “The first time I saw you on screen, it was like waking up from a long sleep. I knew in my heart you were everything I wanted and needed, and if we could just meet one day, I could show you.”

  I study his face.

  “At first I thought I would become a performer, but I didn’t want…” He pauses, clearly composing his thoughts. “I didn’t want you to see me with other men.”

  “You’ve seen me with other men.”

  “I know, but they didn’t matter. It was just a job to you until Arian. I thought you would marry him, and I would lose my chance, but you didn’t.”

  “No.”

  “When I saw you today, a part of me hoped Arian was right and you were awful and mean and didn’t want me at all.”

  “Why would you wish that?”

  “Because then I could stop crushing on you. Instead you’re exactly who I thought you were.” He smiles. “I’m happy it’s true. I’m happy you’re good. I lived out my fantasy today, and it was perfect. I would love to be anything you wanted me to be for you. Sex, filming, whatever, Legend. I know I sound desperate and probably a little stalker-y, but I’m not. I’m just a regular guy who believes in extraordinary moments. Why not believe you’ll meet the man of your dreams and suck his dick in a convention center?”

  I laugh softly. “I don’t think you’re desperate or stalker-y. I think you’re sweet, and I’m deeply flattered. I never fuck around with fans, and I’m careful who I mess around with professionally outside of filming. I have a lot of fans, or at least I did, and those interactions always felt artificial as if they were more interested in my persona than me, but that’s not what I felt today. You restored part of me, Bentley.”

  “That makes me incredibly happy.”

  I cup his cheek. “I’ll remember what happened and everything you told me today. You never know when I might call.”

  “I know you probably won’t, but there will always be a part of me hoping you do and waiting to be yours. Completely yours.”

  “Not so sure you’d be as eager if you knew what being close to me was like.”

  “If you believe that, you haven’t been paying attention today.”

  I’m not sure what to say to that, so I figure a change in topic is the right choice. “Take care, Bentley. You were awesome.” I brush my fingers across his cheek. “And you’re fucking beautiful. Believe that.”

  He nods. “I’ll try. Bye, Legend.”

  “Bye. Be good, huh?”

  “Always.”

  This time, when I walk back to my car, a sense of calm I haven’t felt in a long time settles over me. Maybe I will call Bentley one of these days. Eventually, I’ll be ready to date again, but right now, I need to focus on reviving my career.

  No matter how beautiful Bentley is.

  Four

  Bentley

  What a fucking day! Not only did I meet my dream man, but I also had sex with him. Amazing, naughty, dirty as fuck sex. Even though I have imagined it countless times, I never in a million years thought it could actually happen. He was everything I always hoped he would be, but his looks in person are unbelievable. I giggle to myself as I stand in the shower. I don’t want to wash any part of him away, but that would just be gross. I tasted Legend’s cum. My stomach flutters. I’m the luckiest boy alive.

  Will he ever call me? Unlikely. I was just a moment for him, a quick release, but it was a lifetime achievement unlocked for me. Maybe he’ll call when he’s ready to film again. What a comeback splash he would make. After what that gold-digging little shit Arian did to him, Legend’s image needs a makeover, and I’m positive I’m the one who could make it happen for him.

  After my shower, I lie in bed naked, gazing up at the twirling ceiling fan. Filming Legend’s comeback would put my name on the map in a big way, and even though that sounds amazing, part of me just wants to see him reclaim his rightful throne as king of porn. The man is a beast, and we need him.

  Convincing him of that would not be easy though. What I need to do is stay focused on my craft, keep learning, so when Legend is ready, working with me is an easy choice for him to make. Next week’s shoot is a damn good start. I knew going to that convention was a great idea. Turns out that was true in more ways than one.

  “Can you try sitting on the edge of the bed from the other side?”

  The guy I’m shooting with, Cas, nods, shifting by rolling over. I check the lighting through my lens, smiling as I nod. “Perfect. Mack, you can join Cas now.”

  Mack does, standing between Cas’s legs while I finish getting the lighting just right. I check the sound, happy with it. When I glance up, I take a moment to appreciate this situation. Mack is one of the up-and-coming stars in the industry. I met him at the convention, and he agreed to shoot with me after watching some of my amateur work. His name is searched so often, I’m almost guaranteed to get noticed once this goes live.

  “Ready, guys?”

  They both nod.

  “Action.”

  Mack moves in like a panther catching his prey as Cas melts into his arms. They kiss, Mack gripping the other man’s chin in a possessive move that makes my insides tingle. Mack is aggressive like Legend is, but Mack is a Dom in every sense of the word while Legend has an unexpected softness to him.

  I move closer, practicing my angles in hopes of perfecting my technique. I can hear Cas’s whimpers, his moans, his pleas for Mack to use him. He is far from gentle, tossing Cas around like a rag doll. It helps that Cas is half Mack’s size. This is so hot, and I hope that’s showing through my lens.

  I shift again so I’m lying on the bed next to Cas, my camera gazing up at Mack’s face, tense with exertion and desire. I don’t know how he feels about Cas in real life, but he’s definitely enjoying what the two of them are doing.

  I move to stand on the bench near the bed so I can film from Mack’s perspective, focused on Cas’s angelic face. His big brown eyes are fixed on Mack as he growls dirty words of desire at his scene partner. When Mack lifts Cas’s legs and spreads them wide, exposing his hole, I zoom in, capturing Mack’s words of praise for the pretty twink. Then Mack slides his substantial cock inside Cas. The fucking is rough, fast, and so damn hot. Mack’s black hair falls in his face, his arms straining with popped veins as he turns Cas inside out.

  I perch between them, my camera aimed directly at Cas’s hole as Mack’s dick slides in and out effortlessly, the sound of lube squishing between them.

  “You ready to take Daddy’s load?” Mack asks, gripping Cas’s throat.

  The boy nods eagerly, whimpering the word, “Please.”

  I lie down again next to Cas, angled so I can get Mack’s cum shooting in a perfect arc onto Cas’s tanned skin. The boy writhes, bucking his hips as if Mack’s cum is giving him life. Mack pushes his dripping cock back inside the boy, fucking into him a little longer while fisting Cas’s sweet dick. Cas releases a moaned “fuck” as he shoots cum in the air. It settles in pools on his stomach and chest, and Mack, bless him, leans forward and licks their shared release off his partner.

  The two collapse together, laughing and kissing. It’s incredibly sweet, so I keep filming, capturing those moments in the afterglow. Mack cups Cas’s cheek, kissing him briefly.

  “You were so good for Daddy today.”

  Cas’s face lights up. “Because you’re my perfect Daddy.”

  I fade out, slowly backing away. “Scene.”

  Mack sits up, extending his hand to help Cas. The two hug then Cas s
kips off to clean up. Mack twists his head back and forth then looks at me.

  “How did it look?”

  “Awesome. Want to see?”

  “Yeah.”

  He stands, walking over to my camera. We watch the playback a little as Mack’s hand moves to my back. “That’s fucking nice,” he praises. “It’s like POV, but not so gritty. Kind of sexy and sensual looking.”

  “Thanks, Mack.”

  “I’m excited to see it come out.”

  “I’ll let you and Cas know when it’s ready.”

  “I think it’s gonna blow up. Get ready, man.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  It’s not lost on me that I hope somehow Daddy Legend sees my work and remembers me. It’s a stupid fantasy, of course, but a boy can dream, can’t he?

  About a week later, I’m reading my emails. Mack was right. The movie we filmed and aired exclusively on his OnlyFans blew up, but only for a few days. I’ve had a few odd requests from random studios, but not the big players. Mack, Cas, and I decided to keep it exclusive. That means Legend likely didn’t see it. I should probably stop thinking about him so much. But I probably won’t.

  I click the browser tab, going straight to my bookmarked page full of favorite Legend videos. They were all before Arian, and if anyone had been paying as much attention to him as I did, they would have noticed how much happier he looked pre-Arian.

  I wish I had been brave enough to ask for his number. At least under a professional guise, although he made it clear he wasn’t dating or filming. Such a waste of talent. I stare at my screen, watching for the one-millionth time as Legend tears up a tiny twink. I could be his tiny, lace-loving twink. I close the page, and even though my dick is hard, I don’t have time to jack off right now. But my dick and I know it’ll happen by the time I hit the sheets tonight. One of these days, my heart will move on. I shake my head.

  Great. Now I’m a Celine Dion song.

  Five

  Legend

  It’s been two weeks since the conference. Two weeks since I met Bentley. Two weeks since I’ve been able to think of anyone else. I need to stop being a stubborn ass and just give in already. If anything, I know he’d be down for something casual. I’ve already learned I can trust him. If he was an asshole looking to capitalize on my name, he would’ve done it by now.