Daddy's Home

by Landon Rockwell

  He suddenly looks guilty. “I really fucked up, Ethan.”

  Garrett comes forward and reaches for my wrist. He walks his fingers up my arm, massaging the muscles in my arm as he makes his way up towards my shoulder. My entire body feels electric inside. I want to close my eyes and take it all in, but I also want to know what the hell he’s talking about. “What did you do?” I demand.

  He spins me around so that my backside is facing him. I’m hard before I even realize it. I can feel his breath in my ear as he whispers, "That can wait, I promise. We both want this right now, and I promise you won't regret it."

  My head is swirling with too much desire and fear for one man to take.

  What can wait?

  I know I should find out the answer before I move another muscle.

  And I know that it's not too late to stop all of this. But my body, and my heart, aren’t really agreeing with my thoughts. I'm in a crazy vulnerable spot in life, but this isn’t just about that. My pain can’t be the only reason why I feel so good in Garrett's company. He does something to me, to my body, and my soul, that feels too good to ignore.

  And that's exactly why I make my next horrible decision as I reach behind my back and feel the bulge in Garrett's pants. He doesn’t hesitate to press his manhood into my hand so that I can feel the bulk of it. His dick is thick and hard, and feeling the weight of it in my hand is enough to drive my senses wild.

  I notice all of the nerve endings in my ass feel like they've just been woken from a long, long sleep. I'm talking real, unconscious repression here. It's as though my body knew all along that it wanted to connect with another man, but my mind didn't have a clue. That's some deep repression.

  I can hear Garrett’s zipper come undone from behind me. He presses his hips into my backside and then reaches for the front button of my pants. My pants come undone, and I know it’s almost too late to turn back from whatever’s about to happen. He lands a series of kisses on my neck as he slides my underwear down and off my hips. Before I can even take another breath, his dick is wedged between my cheeks and his hands are all over my stiff cock.

  Good fucking Christ. Pre-come starts to dribble out of the slit in my dick. His warm shaft presses against the insides of my thighs and tranquilizes every muscle in my body. I can't move. I can't breathe. And I realize something that scares me to fucking death…

  I want to feel him inside of me. I don’t care if he breaks me in half… whatever it takes to get inside my body.

  It's as though Garrett can sense my need, my want… He bends me over the wooden ledge where the movie equipment is stationed. I’m face to face with a small window that looks out into the screening room, but fortunately nobody on the other side can see in. Because if they could, this wouldn’t end well.

  "It might hurt a little-”

  "I don't care. I want you in me, whatever it takes," I say.

  He pulls out from my cheeks, then slips his dick right back in, only this time it's wet from his saliva. His tip starts to press against my opening, teasing the nerves and begging my muscles to relax so that he can enter me.

  I've always wondered what this would feel like, and now I'm about to find out. I widen my stance for him and wait.

  Garrett is standing completely still behind me, his rock hard dick pressed up against the edge of my hole.

  “This is so wrong,” he whispers.

  I moan and press my hole towards his cock. He moans back and pushes his tip inside of me. Fuck, if it isn’t the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

  “Oh my god, Ethan. You feel perfect,” he says.

  “Fuck!” is all I can say. The pleasure is so intense, his cock filling up my entire ass. Every nerve in me is screaming for more of whatever this incredible sensation is.

  His warm, moist lips press up against my ear as he whispers, “Do you like having me inside you like this?”

  “Hell yes, Garrett.”

  “What do you want me to do?”

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  Garrett groans and pushes his cock in even deeper. “Fuck, you are so tight. I’ve never felt anything like this,” he says, cupping the sides of my face gently as he fucks me.

  His thrusts are deep but rhythmic, and his hands are gentle on my neck. Then he slides his finger into my mouth, letting me suck on it as I nip at his skin here and there.

  Our moans grow deeper and louder, and I look down at my own cock as more pre-come starts to dibble out of the tip. I ache so bad for a release, and there’s no question it won’t be long.

  “I need to come. Fuck, Ethan.”

  I grit my teeth and growl, “Come on, finish me off!”

  He groans loud enough for anyone staying outside the door to hear, then pulls out to climax on my bare ass.

  “Jesus, that’s too much,” I say, stroking myself with Garrett behind me.

  He leans in to nibble at my ear, his hand reaching around to hold my balls. My cock is about to explode. “I want that,” he says, reaching down and jerking me off.

  I look down at my cock, it’s never ached this bad before. But the jitters in my stomach? I don’t like them; unfortunately, they’re part of the package right now.

  “Come on baby, give it to me. Give it all to me,” Garrett says.

  My breath gets caught as I start to come, most of it shooting straight up and coming back down onto his hand.

  I collapse on the floor, and Garret follows suit, holding me tightly with his arms.

  What the hell just happened? And why did it feel so amazing?

  The two of us sit in silence as I try to make sense of what all of this means. The report? My daughter? My future? His future? Our future?

  I’ve gone insane… to even think about the two of us as having a future together. I’m dead.

  Six months later…

  “Do you have any idea how much of an asshole you are?” I say to Garrett.

  He stares deeply into my eyes, and the two of us burst out laughing.

  Garrett scoops me in his arms, a feeling that never gets old. “I told you I couldn’t help myself. That bag was sitting there, practically begging for me to break into it,” he jokes.

  I fold my arms in front of my chest, pretending to be angry. “Let me guess. Then you couldn’t help taking pictures of my screenplay and submitting it to the New Orleans Film Festival under my name?”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Sometimes you have to break a few rules in life, what can I say?”

  “How about…” my words fall short as he gives me the most adorable puppy dog eyes. “No! You can’t just do that every time I’m pissed at you!”

  “What? You took home first place with your Silver Coast screenplay, didn’t you?”

  Joy fills my heart. The truth is, nobody has every done something so incredible for me like that in my entire life. “That’s not the fucking point, Doc,” I tease.

  He slides his hands down my back and into my underwear. “What did I tell you about not calling me Doc anymore? If I’m going to help produce this movie with you, I need a new nickname.”

  I grind my hips into his, our cocks brushing up against each other. I moan as he plants a warm kiss on my neck. “I can think of plenty of other nicknames, don’t worry about that,” I say, my voice fading out as his kiss starts to relax every last part of me.

  “How about Mr. Hero? Without my report, you might not have gotten split custody of Zoey.”

  I step back and give him a pretend evil eye. He’s right, his report was exactly what I needed.

  His eyes soften. “I can’t even joke about that. You’re one of the best fathers I know, and she’s so lucky to have you. It was never a question how that report was going to come out.”

  “Really, never a question?”

  He smiles and says, “Okay, maybe during my first session with you there was a question. But then I realized how beautiful you were, inside and out. And any kid on this planet would be lucky to have you as a parent.”

 
“You mean us as parents,” I remind him.

  We kiss, and then hold each other as this golden reality sinks in. He looks down at me and says, “Do you really think she’s going to get used to me?”

  “She already has, Garrett. Zoey is crazy about you. And I know you’re crazy about her.”

  He laughs. “I’ll say, considering I left my old life behind, including my father’s shadow, to build a family with you and Zoey.”

  “Do you think we moved too fast?” I say.

  Garrett’s eyes are warm as he takes my hand. “I don’t think we moved fast enough, my love.”

  Thank god, my head no longer rules my world. And right now my heart is telling me straight up…

  He’s right.

  THE END

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