Daddy's Boy

by T C Heffer

  "Wow, that's a lot of books," Pete observes once they're inside and Jeremy has kicked the door shut behind them.

  Jeremy follows Pete's gaze to the wall to his left, which is taken up entirely by bookshelves. "I'm a bit of a bookworm," he explains.

  "Me too," Pete chirps, perking up with interest, even as his little cock rubs against the hair on Jeremy's toned belly. "What kind of books?"

  "All sorts, but let's not get into that yet, hmm? We can talk about all that another time."

  Pete accepts this easily and lets go when Jeremy goes to place him atop his blue silk bedsheets.

  "You make yourself comfortable there while I go get ready in the bathroom, okay? I'll be right back."

  With a quick peck to Pete's temple, Jeremy retreats into the en suite and shuts the door behind himself. He slips his hoodie off of his shoulders and throws it into the laundry hamper, followed by his jeans and black boxer-briefs. Naked now, he gives his eight-inch cock a cursory stroke to take the edge off and has to stand in front of the toilet for over a minute before he can actually relieve himself. Once that's done and he's flushed the toilet, he washes his hands, checks his reflection in the mirror above the sink and determines himself ready to go back out into the bedroom.

  "Miss me?" he asks as he approaches the bed again. Pete is exactly where he left him, already touching himself.

  "Uh-huh." Pete strokes himself few more times and then releases his erection when he sees the disapproval on Jeremy's face.

  "Seems like it."

  Pete levers himself up to lean on his elbows and gapes when his eyes land on Jeremy's crotch. "Whoa, you're huge!"

  Jeremy climbs onto the mattress next to his boy. "Thank you, baby."

  "Can I touch you?"

  "Hmm, I don't know." Jeremy taps his index finger against his bristly chin like he's contemplating his answer. "I'm not sure you deserve to after touching yourself before I told you that you could."

  "You didn't say I couldn't," Pete points out, looking up at Jeremy through his eyelashes.

  Jeremy can't hide his amusement, his lips stretching into a wide smile at his boy's cheek. "I suppose I didn't," he concedes. "But that'll be a rule going forward, okay?"

  "Okay, Daddy. So?" Pete blinks at him expectantly. "Can I touch you?"

  Instead of answering verbally, Jeremy repositions himself so that he's sitting with his back against the headboard and spreads his legs. He gestures to his cock with a hand.

  Pete makes a noise of pure excitement and scoots closer to kneel between Jeremy's legs. He reaches out with a shaking hand and grasps Jeremy's leaking erection, amazement clear on his features when his thumb doesn't even come close to touching his middle finger.

  "You like it?" Jeremy enquires.

  "Uh-huh." Pete swallows with difficulty. "Not gonna lie, though—it's kinda…intimidating."

  "Don't worry. I'm gonna fuck you tonight if you want it, but I'll ease you into it first," Jeremy reassures. "Do you want it?"

  Pete's reply is instant. "I do, Daddy. A lot."

  "Good. For now, though, why don't you put your mouth on me? Get a taste," Jeremy suggests, settling in and tucking his hands behind his head.

  Complying like a good boy, Pete wraps his hand around the base of Jeremy's cock, his slender fingers tangling in Jeremy's dark pubes, and aims the head at his mouth. It's still partially hidden by his foreskin. He flicks his tongue over the tip, tasting the pre-cum that's already beading there. He pulls back and takes a moment to figure out how he feels about, and he must decide that he likes it well enough because he goes back for more. This time, he pulls the foreskin back all the way and seals his lips around the entire head, suckling on it lightly while wiggling his tongue against the glans.

  "Damn, baby boy, that feels amazing," Jeremy groans, shutting his eyes. He opens then again a second later so he doesn't miss the visuals.

  They maintain eye contact as Pete grows more daring, taking a couple more inches of Jeremy's cock into his mouth. Jeremy instructs him to use his hand on what he can't manage yet, and what follows might just be the best blowjob of his life. Pete is by no means the most skilled partner he's ever had. There have been many boys in the past who possessed a lot more skill that Pete, but they weren't new to it and, while it always felt good, the way Pete stares up at him with trust in his eyes and how he tries his best to do a good job despite his inexperience makes this blowjob a head above the rest. Pete looks so good down there, his lips stretched and shiny with spit and pre-cum, and his blond curls falling over his eyes. Jeremy takes one of his hands out from behind his head and strokes his fingers through the bright strands, amazed by their softness.

  "So pretty," he compliments, moaning again when Pete hums around him and the vibrations travel up his shaft.

  All too soon, Jeremy feels the familiar tingling in his gut that warns him of his impending orgasm. He has no intention of spilling his load just yet, so he gently coaxes Pete off of his cock.

  "Did you enjoy that, baby?"

  Pete nods, curls bouncing. "Yeah. You tasted good."

  Jeremy is glad to hear it because, if he gets his way, he's going to have Pete's mouth on his cock a lot in the future. For now, though…

  "It's my turn," he says, grasping Pete beneath his armpits and switching places with him. He flips him over onto his front and grabs one of the pillows to stuff beneath his hips. "Up."

  When the pillow's in place, Pete's ass is raised to the perfect height to be worshipped. That's exactly what Jeremy plans to do next.

  He spreads apart Pete's smooth cheeks and rubs the pad of his thumb over the boy's hole. "I know no one's touched you before, but have you ever touched yourself here?"

  Pete makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat and shakes his head. "N-no."

  "Really? Never got curious?"

  "I did," Pete admits, "but I never actually worked up the nerve to do it."

  Jeremy would be lying if he said that Pete being so thoroughly untouched didn't tap into the possessive side of him. It's not very PC and he feels like a caveman for even thinking it, but he's pleased that he's the one who gets to defile the boy in front of him.

  "Even your hole's pretty, baby," he says softly, watching it clench up even tighter.

  "Really?" Pete sounds disbelieving.

  "Yup. Everything about you is pretty."

  "If you say so."

  "I do, and I'm the Daddy, so you have to listen to me," Jeremy reminds him, grinning at the back of Pete's head.

  "O-okay, Daddy…"

  "Good boy."

  The compliment elicits a full-body shudder from Pete, which Jeremy files away for later. Seems his baby's got a praise kink. He can work with that.

  Keeping Pete's cheeks spread, Jeremy leans down, forms his lips into an O and blows cool air over Pete's furled pucker. It clenches up again and Pete hides his face in his arms with a muffled whimper, and this is all the enticement Jeremy can stand before he acts.

  Diving straight in, he licks over Pete's hole several times to get it nice and wet before prodding at it with the tip of his tongue. Pete fidgets at first because the sensation is so new and unfamiliar to him, but he settles into it when Jeremy doesn't let up and soon enough, Jeremy's ears are blessed by a litany of the sweetest moans he's ever heard. They get louder when his efforts pay off and Pete's hole loosens slightly, just enough for him to get the very tip of his tongue inside. When that happens, he pauses to grin to himself and then seals his lips around Pete's rim and sucks. He knows how good that feels from the few times he's bottomed in the past, and just as he thought would happen, Pete wails loudly, the sound echoing around the room.

  "Fuck!" the boy exclaims, throwing his head back.

  Jeremy keeps grinning. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

  "Y-yeah…don't stop."

  "Wasn't planning on it, baby. Your hole's too tasty for me to even think of it yet."

  For another few minutes, Jeremy eats Pete out with everything he's got, ensurin
g that Pete's first rimjob is one to remember. The teenager starts to grind his hips down into the pillow beneath him after a while, rubbing his no-doubt aching cock against the pillowcase.

  "Careful not to cum," Jeremy reminds him.

  Pete whines again, his displeasure clear, but he tries to stop when Jeremy descends on his entrance again. He's successful at first, the needy undulations of his hips ceasing, but it doesn't matter. When Jeremy manages to get his tongue further inside and sucks on Pete's rim again, Pete goes tense all over and makes a choked sound, and Jeremy knows immediately what's just happened. Part of him is disappointed because his boy disobeyed, but he's also slightly smug that he was good enough to get Pete to come like that. Granted, as a virginal eighteen-year-old, it's not the biggest feat ever, but Jeremy is proud of himself regardless.

  "Pete," Jeremy calls softly, running his hand up Pete's quivering back.

  "I'm sorry," the boy mumbles, still hiding his face.

  "It's okay. I'm not mad."

  Feeling braver, Pete looks back at him over his shoulder. "You're not?"

  "No," Jeremy reiterates, still stroking up and down Pete's back.

  "Oh…"

  "That doesn't mean you don't need to be punished, though," Jeremy tells him.

  Pete's countenance changes from relieved to wary. "How?"

  Jeremy sits back on his heels and rests his hands in his lap. "I think a spanking's in order, don't you?"

  This has Pete's eyes widening, the fog from his orgasm dissipating so that their blue colour shines brighter. "Oh."

  "Remember your safewords, Pete," Jeremy says. "If you need to use them—"

  "No, it's fine," Pete interrupts, then looks contrite for doing it. "I've just never been spanked before."

  Jeremy shifts his legs out from beneath himself and stretches them out. "Come here," he says, holding out his hand.

  Pete takes it and, when he's told to, hesitantly drapes himself across Jeremy's lap. Jeremy can feel a stickiness on his thighs from the cum that didn't soak into the pillowcase, but he doesn't care. He smooths one hand down Pete's back again and rubs the other over Pete's ass cheeks, getting him to relax.

  "Since it's the first time you've misbehaved, I'm not going to go that hard on you," he apprises. "I think an even twenty will suffice for tonight. What's your colour, baby?"

  "G-green, Daddy," Pete stammers, resting his cheek on his folded arms.

  "Alright. Let's begin."

  Jeremy keeps the first few spanks gentle, not enough to cause any real pain but only to startle. As anticipated, Pete's whole body jerks in his lap with the first few, but then he seems to get used to it and goes lax again, even as his breathing becomes uneven. When he reaches the tenth spank, Jeremy increases the force behind them and loves the way Pete's ass cheeks jiggle with the impact. He can see some colour forming in the supple flesh, so he continues until Pete's alabaster skin is an alluring and unmissable pink.

  "Daddy…" the boy cries, his eyes clenched shut tight.

  "Just a few more, baby," Jeremy says, reluctantly administering them quickly. He'd like to go longer, to increase the pink in Pete's ass even further, but that'll have to wait for next time.

  Once he's spanked Pete's ass a final time, he manhandles him so that he's sitting upright in his lap and has him tuck his face into the side of his neck. While Pete recovers, Jeremy strokes his hair.

  "Sorry, Daddy," Pete murmurs when he's calmed down. He leans back to look at him.

  "No apology necessary, baby. All's forgiven."

  Pete gives a wobbly smile. "Thank you."

  "You're welcome."

  Flicking his gaze down between their bodies, Jeremy notes with interest that Pete's cock has perked up again. Ah, to have the refractory period of a teenager, he muses wistfully.

  Did it happen during the spanking? If so, then maybe Jeremy has to reassess what constitutes a good punishment for his boy. He can't have him actually enjoying it when he's supposed to be learning a lesson.

  "Do you want to continue, baby boy?" Jeremy questions, cupping Pete's cheeks in both hands.

  Pete nods. "Yeah. Wanna feel you inside me. Wanna know what it's like."

  "So do I, sweetheart." Jeremy kisses him chastely. "I can't wait to find out how your tight little hole feels around my cock."

  Pete moans quietly at the thought. "Daddy…"

  "Lie back down over the pillow," Jeremy says. He waits until Pete is off his lap before getting off the bed and walking over to the nightstand to retrieve lube and a condom, and then he rejoins his boy, kneeling between Pete's legs again. "I'm gonna finger you open first, make some space for my cock, and then I'll fuck you."

  "Hurry, Daddy."

  "Someone's impatient, huh?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, I can't have that."

  As quick as he can do it without causing Pete any undue pain, Jeremy slicks up his fingers and slides his index all the way inside Pete's hole. The grip is already so toe-curling, so tight and hot around the digit, that Jeremy would be willing to bet money on him not lasting long once he actually gets inside his boy. At his age, that ought to be embarrassing, but he'd like to see any Daddy take Pete without their stamina depleting at rapid speeds. Of course, that would entail allowing another man to get their hands on Pete, and the very idea is anathema to Jeremy. It's too early to be this possessive, especially seeing as the conversation they had about expectations earlier wasn't nearly sufficient. But he's safe thinking it in his head.

  One finger soon turns into two, and then three. When Jeremy is also able to fit his pinky finger inside Pete's hole without feeling like his circulation is being cut off, he deems the teenager ready.

  Ripping open the condom wrapper, Jeremy swiftly sheaths his cock and uses the excess slickness on his fingers to add more lubrication to the latex.

  "I'm gonna push in now," he warns, touching the tip of his cock to Pete's prepped entrance.

  "Do it, Daddy," Pete demands, arching his back sinuously.

  Even when Jeremy tells Pete to push out, it's difficult at first. It takes almost a full two minutes for Jeremy to get all the way inside, his balls resting heavy and full over Pete's. They're both panting and sweaty by this point. Jeremy drapes himself over Pete's back and peppers the side of his neck with kisses while he waits for Pete to give him the all-clear to move. He won't move any sooner.

  "I'm okay," Pete rasps eventually, after god knows how much time has passed. "You can go."

  "You sure?" Jeremy asks. He'd do it in a heartbeat, but he'd rather not have to stop again once he actually gets going.

  "I'm sure, Daddy. Please?"

  How can Jeremy resist when his boy begs him so nicely?

  The first few thrusts are syrupy-slow so that Pete can get used to the sensation of being fucked. Jeremy knows it's odd at first, even with all the nerve-endings in there. After that, though, he speeds things up, always listening to the sounds that pour from Pete's mouth so he knows the instant he goes too far. Fortunately for him, that moment never comes. All that happens is Pete gets louder and actually starts to participate, pushing back onto Jeremy's cock with each thrust as much as he's able to. Jeremy takes this for the encouragement it is and goes even harder, until the headboard smacks into the wall with each thrust.

  "Daddy!" Pete screams after Jeremy adjusts the angle slightly.

  There it is, Jeremy thinks. "Found your prostate, baby," he says, losing his breath.

  "Feels so good!"

  "Yeah, it does," Jeremy agrees wholeheartedly.

  As he feared, it doesn't take long at all for Jeremy to once again detect an impending orgasm. This time, he doesn't prevent it. He keeps going, leaning down to whisper in Pete's ear. "Do you think you can cum again?"

  "I— I dunno. Maybe!"

  "Yeah? You gonna cum just from Daddy's cock inside your slutty hole?" Jeremy growls.

  "Y-yeah…"

  "Do it, baby. Cum."

  The command is all it takes to tip Pete over the
edge, his hole clamping down tight around Jeremy's cock. That's all it takes for Jeremy to cum too. He almost blacks out as the pleasure consumes him.

  When he comes back to himself, he slips out of Pete's stretched hole, apologising to him when Pete makes a sound of discomfort, and throws the condom in the bin. He helps a sluggish Pete turn over onto his back and move further up the bed so that his head rests on the unsoiled pillows. He plants a kiss to the middle of Pete's forehead and leaves him there to go into the bathroom and retrieve a damp washcloth to clean his boy up a bit. When he reenters the bedroom, Pete peers blearily up at him and smiles tiredly.

  "Ah, you're back," Jeremy notes.

  "Daddy…" The word is slurred, Pete's tongue not cooperating.

  "I'm here, baby boy," Jeremy coos. He climbs onto the bed next to Pete and runs the washcloth over the teenager's front, cleaning him up. Pete winces when Jeremy dips the cloth between his legs, and then Jeremy tosses it in the direction of the bathroom without looking.

  "I'll put it in the laundry hamper tomorrow," Jeremy explains, even though Pete didn't ask. "For now, I think my boy needs some cuddles."

  Pete grunts and closes his eyes when Jeremy wraps his muscular arms around him and pulls their bodies flush together. Their legs end up in a tangle, and Pete hides his face in the centre of Jeremy's chest. The room is filled with the scent of sex.

  After a while of just lying there and enjoying the closeness between them, Pete emerges from his hiding place and blinks tiredly at his new lover.

  "Will your Dad be expecting you home tonight?" Jeremy asks him, hoping Pete will say no. He gets his wish.

  "Nuh-uh," Pete replies. "He should be working all night."

  "Then do you want to stay here with me until morning?"

  Pete nods. "If that's okay."

  "Of course it is. I love having my boy in bed with me. It's been a long time since I've had a boy in my arms like this. As amazing as sex is, I think that this is the best part—sharing in the afterglow."

  "They're both equally great," Pete argues.

  Jeremy kisses his forehead again. "Sleep, baby. I'll make pancakes for breakfast, if you're lucky."