by Skyler Snow
“Shhh,” I countered quickly. “Lie on your back on the bed. Legs up and spread.”
Elliot shifted off of my lap once I’d soothed his red ass and scrambled onto the bed. I walked to the closet and pulled out the toy I’d bought for him. The vibrator was pretty narrow and perfectly shaped to hit the prostate. Just what I wanted for him. I took the purple toy and lubed it up, his eyes glued to me the whole time.
“Nervous?” I asked softly. “We can stop if you are.”
Elliot reached out to me. “No, Daddy. I want this. I can’t stand waiting anymore.”
I smiled at him and made sure his hole was lubed up, just as well as the toy. “Jerk yourself off for me.” Elliot wrapped his hand around his length without hesitation. He stroked himself, his hips rising up into his hand, while I slowly teased his opening with the toy.
Elliot gasped and his legs stiffened when I finally pushed it inside of him. His eyes were wide, his hand faltering on his cock before he bit into his bottom lip. I kept a careful eye on his expressions, making sure that he was still okay, as I pushed in more and more. Eventually the toy sank in completely. The minute Elliot relaxed and told me it was okay to go on, I flipped on the power to the toy.
“Ah, shit!” Elliot moaned and reached one hand up to stroke and pinch at his nipples. “That feels so weird. Good, but weird,” he muttered. “Do it more.”
I laughed at his eagerness and turned up the vibrations. My lips crashed against his as he moaned and rocked his hips, still stroking his length, reduced to halting breaths and whimpers.
“Daddy, it’s so good,” he moaned against my mouth. “I love it so much.”
“Yeah?” I leaned back and watched as he squirmed against the mattress. “You look so good when your skin is all pink and you’re sweating and squirming.”
He bit his lip. “I-I don’t know how much I can take.” He jolted, his cock twitched, and he stilled his stroking hand, but I wasn’t having it.
“Don’t stop. I want you to keep stroking,” I nipped his knee and kissed it as I worked the vibrator in and out of him. “You’re going to take it all for Daddy. As much as I like. Yes?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Yes, I’d do anything for you.”
Fuck, I felt the same. I used my free hand to stroke myself slowly. I allowed the vibrator to sit for a moment as I lathered up my own length with lube. I groaned as I resumed stroking. Elliot seemed to relax, but the minute I began working the vibrator in and out of him once more, he was forced back into the throes of pleasure.
“I can’t stop!” He shook his head back and forth, his hair falling over his eyes. “I can’t…” He panted. “Daddy, please.”
I was right there with him. My cock throbbed in my palm, and I knew I was on the brink of coming. I picked up speed, both on the vibrator and my own length, as our eyes locked.
“Cum for me, boy. Do it for Daddy.”
Those words pushed Elliot right over the edge. His thighs trembled as he shot beautiful ropes of cum from his cock that splattered across his chest. I was right after him at that sight and adding my own cum to his. Both of us panted when we were done and I rolled over beside him.
“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” Elliot asked as he smiled and stared up at the ceiling.
“Never.” I laughed and kissed the crook of his neck. “With you, every day is something new and I love it.”
Elliot glanced at me and smiled. There was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read, but he nuzzled against me happily. I decided not to move for a few minutes after I finally removed the vibrator from him. Together, we simply lay in each other’s arms. Elliot was more than anything I ever could have asked for.
17
Elliot
“What the hell are you smiling about?” Tom nudged me.
“Hey. Why’d you do that?” I elbowed him.
“Cos, you’ve had a goofy look on your face ever since I picked you up this morning,” Tom pointed out.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. But I couldn’t help smiling, thinking about what we’d gotten up to the night before. I even had to shift in my seat to take some of the weight off my sensitive ass. Not that I had any complaints.
It was one of the best orgasms of my life, and who knew coming so hard made you sleep so good?
“There, that look, that’s what I’m talking about.” Tom looked my way now that we were stopped at a traffic light.
“Can’t I just be happy to be going to work and spending the day with my friends?”
“That’s not an ‘I’m excited for the workday’ smile, that’s an ‘I got so laid, I lost a couple of brain cells’ smile.”
My cheeks heated.
“Ahhh, I see that’s how it is. You took that Daddy yumminess out for a ride, or maybe I should say, he took you out, since you’ve been shifting in your seat ever since I picked you up.”
“Tom!” I gasped.
I wasn’t sure which part made me blush harder, the fact he called Scott “Daddy” or the fact he saw that clearly my ass was a little sore.
“What, so you got a little lovin’ last night? That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I wish I had a hot Daddy to climb on.”
I shook my head and sighed. I loved my friends, I really did, but sometimes I wanted to push Tom into a lake.
“We had a nice night,” I said, hoping to shut him up.
“I bet you did, so give me details. Don’t be shy, visual cues are appreciated.” Tom chuckled at his own words. “Maybe I can use you and your Daddy for inspiration on my next porn commission.”
“Oh, lord.” I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. “Please, don’t.”
“Why not? It means I think the two of you are hot. Better yet, I think you’re hot together. You should totally be flattered.”
“Kill me now, God. Just strike me down,” I pleaded to a deity I barely believed in.
“Don’t be so dramatic. We all can’t move to a new state and land in the lap of a beefcake Daddy. You’re so lucky.” I turned to look at Tom and he had a wistful look on his face.
“Hold on, why do you keep calling him ‘my Daddy’?”
He shot me a side eye. “Because I’ve seen the way he looks at you. The little lunches he packs you. And that man just screams Daddy.”
“And you don’t think it’s weird?” I asked in a whisper.
“Oh please, what part of, Daddy needed over here, didn’t you understand? I would love to find a guy that cared about me to that extent. Trust me, you’re lucky.”
I smiled because Tom was right. I did feel lucky. I hadn’t even known that I wanted someone who took care of me the way that Scott did. I never had to worry about anything, because I trusted him to make sure I was okay.
“He is amazing,” I said, and even to my ears my voice sounded dreamy.
“Yeah, so even though I tease you sometimes, you should know I’m very happy for you,” Tom said, and that wistful look was back on his face.
Maybe I should ask Daddy if he had a friend. Tom looked like he could use someone to reel him in. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a handful. I laughed inwardly at that thought. Yeah, right, he’s always going to be this way. I couldn’t lie, as much as Tom made me want to bury my face in embarrassment, he was a good guy. And a great friend.
“I know, Tom. I know you’re a very good friend.”
“Good, so tell all, what did you get up to last night?”
“Do you ever quit?” I asked my friend, laughing.
“Nope, not when I can tell that whatever you’re keeping to yourself is juicy. You know, Elliot, we’re friends, and friends share. We all learned this in, like, kindergarten.”
“Friends share their lunch maybe, not how they were—”
“Fucked within an inch of their lives?” Tom supplied.
“I’m done. I’m done with you.” I sighed.
“Sorry, hon, there’s a no returns policy on this friendship. You should have checked the fine pri
nt.” Tom smirked.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “If you must know, he took me to this fancy Italian restaurant…”
“Booooo, get to the good part, the part that has you almost limping.”
“Does your mind stay in the Rated R section permanently?” I shook my head, laughing.
“Why not?” He scoffed. “So many fun things happen in that section. Like spanking, edging and a little bit of pain. You know, the fun stuff.”
My cheeks got hotter with each word out of Tom’s mouth, because it was like he’d been there the night before. Watching me beg my Daddy to let me cum.
Just the thought had me shifting in my seat as my cock hardened.
“Oh my. It must have been quite a night.” Tom’s voice pulled me out of the memories flooding my brain and other parts.
“Does he have any friends and if so, are they as kinky as he is?” Tom asked as we pulled up to Connie’s. “I’m asking for me. I’d lie, but... I’m a busy, horny man.”
“I’ll ask,” I said as Connie and Isaac hopped into the car.
All the while I was wondering how the hell this was my life? But there was a small voice in my head that was asking why it had taken me so long to find this… because I couldn’t remember ever being this happy.
18
Scott
There was something wonderful about knowing that you weren’t coming home to an empty house. That you had someone waiting on you to return. For so long there was this empty feeling. This dreaded thought that if anything happened to me no one would notice. At least for a while.
Sure, my staff would and so would my friends. But no one who would mourn me past the few days or weeks it took to have me buried. That was a morbid as fuck thought, but it was something that crossed my mind every once in a while. I was glad that it was no longer true.
I had Elliot. He was there for me, happy and healthy in my arms. And as sweet as he was, he had that side of him that I absolutely indulged in. That bratty, seductive minx that I wanted to love and destroy, damn near equally.
The best part of coming home today, apart from my beautiful boy, was that I had my boy plugged all day. I knew by the time he got home he would be a begging, writhing mess. A smile tugged at my lips.
I had told him if it got too much, he could safe word over the phone. We could take it out, but it was close to the end of the workday. He hadn’t said anything, even though I had checked in with him through the day.
“Well, that’s a look I like to see,” Jackie said as she came in for her late session.
“Hi, Jackie.”
“Hey, Scott. This is a much better look on you,” she said as she twirled a finger at me.
“And what look would that be?” I asked, brow raised.
“Happy, content,” she said, studying me. “Let me guess, you got things squared away with your guy.”
“You could say that,” I said, my smile spreading more.
“Well, not to be one of those ‘I told you so’ people,” Jackie started.
“But, let me guess, you told me so?”
She grinned. “Yup.”
“Don’t make me give you a full HIIT cardio day,” I threatened.
She threw her head back and laughed. In a teasing voice, she said, “Ooooh, I’m so scared.”
I snorted. “Come on, let’s get started.”
We did the usual cardio warm-up, this time on the elliptical, before we went over to free weights.
All the while, Jackie peppered me with questions about Elliot, and I was happy to give her some answers. No matter who asked, I was always thrilled to talk about him.
I wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was because, after trying to keep the two parts of my life separate for so long, it was just so freeing just being me. It had taken me a long time to get here and I refused to hide again.
Also, apart from the fact that Elliot was young, he was just figuring out who he was. I didn’t want to have him think that hiding who you were was the norm. He shouldn’t have to live the way I had for decades. I wanted my Elliot to be free.
“He took me to this place called the rooftop cinema. I had no idea there was something like that in LA,” I told her. “And after almost ten years in LA, I finally went to the Chinese theatre and a bunch of other sights.”
“So, he gets you out of your comfort zone?” she asked as she did her leg curls.
“You could say that. So far, we’ve been having fun, going on dates, and just taking it slow.”
“Slow is good. You want to make sure you build this on a solid foundation, especially if you want it to last.”
I wanted it to, very much so. I’d spent too many years on hook-ups and hand jobs, and I didn’t want to go back to that. It was like knowing what Kobe beef tasted like and having to go back to flat-iron steak. It wasn’t even just the sex, since we were also taking it slow in that department. It was, well... everything.
The weeks had gone by and we still hadn’t even had full-on sex. Technically, anyways. And my cock was very unhappy with me. Of course, I wanted to sink into Elliot's tight body. I also wanted Elliot to be comfortable and realize this wasn’t just about getting off to me. That he was special.
“Earth to Scottie.” Jackie’s voice had my cheeks heating.
“I’m so sorry.” I was quick to apologize. “You have my full attention.”
“I know that, Scott. I’m not upset. I meant it when I said this is a good look on you.”
Yeah, I could fully say in my forty-eight years, I couldn’t remember ever being this happy. For the first time in maybe ever, I wasn’t the one closing the gym. I wasn’t the first here in the morning. And I wouldn’t change it for anything. My boy came first and he always would.
I swore to myself I would never give him a reason to doubt that.
19
Elliot
I shifted in my work seat, trying to act like nothing was out of the ordinary. There was a half-finished drawing on my tablet in front of me, but I couldn’t make myself focus on it at all.
It had been two months since I’d moved into Scott’s apartment, and I had… we had both decided that there was no rush to me getting a place. Of course, we used the excuse of me just trying to save up some more money. My friends saw through my decision, but thankfully, they decided not to mention it or tease me about it. Everyone knew that we were in a relationship now and Scott was the best boyfriend ever.
Not that I had a lot of experiences to compare to it. Still, most days I came home to a hot meal and a smiling boyfriend that wanted to hear all about my day. It wasn’t what I imagined when I moved in or even saw for myself. I couldn’t imagine anything better.
“So, you have a type, huh?” Connie’s voice came from over my shoulder and I jumped. Clearly, I was already feeling tense. She nodded at the tablet, and I glanced at it. A drawing of a burly, older man dressed in leather armor and attractively scarred stared back at me. I blushed, waving her away.
“Don’t you have a flower to draw or something?” I squeaked, trying to hide the wave of embarrassment that washed over me. She rolled her eyes, ruffling my hair.
“It’s the end of the day, loser. C’mon, Tom’s already gone. You didn’t even notice. Let’s snag a taxi together.” She nodded at Tom’s empty desk and I felt my face go hot. I packed my things quickly, trying not to move too quickly, for fear that someone would notice that something was wrong with me. I just barely managed to survive the drive home and the walk up the stairs without completely falling apart.
It was thrilling, the world that Scott had opened up for me. We had been experimenting over the last few weeks and I was open to all of it. I had been fingered, given my first blowjob and been tied up. It was all so new and thrilling that I couldn’t manage to last very long, but Scott always took care of me.
Today was no different. As I walked up the stairs, I could already feel my cock throbbing. It had been hard to hide during the workday since every movement I made sent a shiver of
pleasure up my spine. Thankfully, no one had noticed my secret.
The buttplug that was in my ass shifted with every step I took. I had to bite back the gasp that rose up in my throat. I was flushed and hot when I finally reached the apartment and opened the door. Scott was sitting on the couch, looking up at me with an amused look, as I stood on shaking legs.
“You can leave your bag right there,” he said, nodding at the dining table. I nodded, not sure if I could even walk to my bedroom at this point. I placed the backpack on the table and walked to the couch, kneeling in front of him. In the kneeling position the plug shifted, pressing gently against my prostate and pushing me deeper into pleasure.
“Oh, what a good boy. How are you, Elliot?” he asked, placing a finger under my chin and lifting my face up to look him in the eye. I couldn’t find any words to answer him and instead just whimpered. Trying to shift my hips to relieve some of the pressure off of my ass. “You have to use your words.”
Scott’s hand gently lowered from my chin, wrapping around my throat for just a second, making me tense. My cock twitched with interest and the plug shifted in me making me gasp. He grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me forward.
“Elliot, if you don’t answer, I can’t help you with your little…” He glanced down at my cock, his voice dropping an octave and gaining a dangerous note. “...situation.”
I was too far gone to recognize anything anymore. After the entire day spent trying to fight back my orgasm I couldn’t do much but focus on my cock. It was still straining against my pants.
“I-I can’t think straight,” I finally mumbled.
He stood up and his bulge was just inches from my face. My mouth watered at the sight of him already hard. I leaned forward letting my mouth hang open and feeling the hard flesh through the fabric of his pants. I knew that Scott loved my blowjobs, even though I thought I wasn’t very good at it. He paused for just a moment before he helped me up to my feet, still examining me. There was amusement on his face and I knew he loved to see me sweat and squirm.
