Daddy's Boy

by T C Heffer

  "Mmm…'kay, Daddy…"

  Closing his eyes, Pete is quick to drift off.

  — CHAPTER FOUR —

  - Sunday, November 24th, 2013 -

  When Pete opens his eyes the next morning, he feels warm and the most well-rested he thinks he's been in a very long time. It takes him a moment to figure out where he is—the room is unfamiliar to his sleep-addled brain, but once it finally comes back online, he recognises Jeremy's bedroom. A huge grin stretches his mouth as he recalls the previous evening, the pleasant ache in his ass serving as another reminder that, yes, it did actually happen.

  Bye, bye, pesky virginity, he thinks gleefully as he turns around to face his bedmate. And hello, the man I gave it to.

  Jesus Christ, Pete didn't believe that he could find Jeremy any more attractive than he already did, but something about seeing the much-older man like this, slumbering peacefully next to him, has his heart doing somersaults in his chest. To Pete, Jeremy looks more handsome than ever, his face relaxed and his salt-and-pepper hair an adorable mess atop his head. 'Adorable' isn't an adjective he thought he would ascribe to Jeremy, but it seems undeniable to him.

  For a long time, Pete just lies there and stares, unable to tear his eyes away. He wants to stay there forever, or at least for the entire day, but he knows that isn't possible.

  Soon, Pete is going to have to leave Jeremy's house and return to his own, preferably in time to beat his Dad there. He could lie, stay longer at Jeremy's and say he slept over at Steve's when his Dad finds their empty house and inevitably calls him to ask where he is, but he'd feel bad about doing it. He's going to have to lie to his Dad enough, at least until he and Jeremy figure out where their strange connection is taking them.

  Pete never thought sex could be like that. He heard the stories, was jealous when Steve told him about the first time he had sex with Mia, but he didn't expect it to feel so…intimate. There's no way he's allowing this to be a one-time thing, so he and Jeremy will need to come up with a good way to break the news to Pete's Dad that his barely legal son is maybe—hopefully—getting involved with a middle-aged man.

  If that turns out to be the case, they'll also have to talk about boundaries and stuff. Jeremy being his Daddy…it makes Pete excited, but also confused and a little nervous. He'd heard about daddy kink being a thing before last night, and he actually really enjoyed engaging in it with Jeremy, but he's never really thought about what it would mean for someone to be his Daddy full-time. If it even has to mean anything at all. Pete doesn't really know what he wants or how it would work, and he doesn't know how Jeremy sees them working either. He suspects that it might be what he needs, though, that it might take some of the pressure off of his shoulders.

  They obviously have a lot to discuss.

  "You're thinking too hard this early in the morning," comes a deep, rumbly voice.

  Pete snaps out of his head and discovers that Jeremy is now awake and watching him, his green eyes shining in the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. "Sorry…"

  "It's okay, baby. But you've got me curious." Jeremy reaches out and taps Pete's forehead with his index finger. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

  Blood rushes to Pete's face at being called 'baby'. It's ridiculous how good that makes him feel. How safe. "I was just thinking about us," he answers quietly, finding it easier to look down at Jeremy's delightfully hairy chest rather than his face. "I have questions."

  Jeremy chuckles. "I'd be surprised if you didn't. C'mon. Let's get up, shower, and then we can talk over those pancakes I promised you. That sound okay?"

  "Yeah. Thanks, Jeremy."

  After flinging back the sheets, Jeremy walks buck-naked to the en suite bathroom. He pauses in the doorway and looks back at Pete over his shoulder. "Aren't you gonna join me in the shower?" he asks, amused because Pete still hasn't moved. The teenager was too busy staring at his butt.

  "I'm coming!" Pete squeaks, leaping out of bed too.

  Jeremy chuckles again and leads the way into the en suite bathroom, which is immaculate and huge. The sink is to the right, with a medicine cabinet fixed to the wall above and the toilet next to it. Against the left wall is a clawfoot bathtub big enough to comfortably fit two people, which is definitely something that Pete wants to try at some point. And finally, the wall opposite the door is taken up by a shower stall that an entire football team could probably fit inside of if they tried hard enough. It's closed off by glass that's frosted at waist height, with the door to enter in the middle and a metal bar bolted onto the outside on the right. From this bar hang two fluffy white towels.

  Unlike the large white tiles that cover the rest of the bathroom walls, the tiles inside the stall are small and a warm, sandy brown. There are shelves built into the wall, also tiled, and when Jeremy opens the glass door and gestures for him to come inside, Pete is amazed to see that there are several shower heads, each no doubt with amazing water pressure.

  "I see someone's impressed," Jeremy comments, fiddling with the temperature settings.

  "I'm impressed by everything to do with you, Daddy," Pete responds, the title falling from his lips with surprising ease. As the shower heads sputter to life, he rushes to close the stall door.

  "That's good to know, baby. Now come here so I can wash you."

  Pete giggles and willingly steps closer. "You just want an excuse to get your hands on me again."

  "Yes, but I don't think anyone would blame me. Not when my boy's so gorgeous."

  Fuck, Pete is blushing. He's not used to receiving many compliments, and the ones he does get are either from his Dad, so they don't count, or they're from his teachers at school for getting another A on a test or something.

  "Besides," Jeremy continues as he grabs a bottle of shower gel from one of the shelves, "being in the shower together like this gives you an excuse to get your hands on me too."

  Pete's dick perks up at this, rapidly swelling. "Really?"

  "Mmhmm. If you're a good boy for me."

  "I'll be good!" Pete exclaims, slipping right into acting younger than his real age. He nearly salivates at the thought of finally getting to touch Jeremy as much as he wants. "I'll be the best boy!"

  "You already are, baby," Daddy says. "Now, hold still so I can make sure you're nice and clean."

  "Yes, Daddy."

  Pete's skin tingles and his eyes close of their own volition when Jeremy begins soaping him up, his large, calloused hands rubbing gently over the skin of Pete's front. His dick is fully hard now, leaking and begging for attention, but, much to his disappointment, Jeremy bypasses it entirely and crouches down to wash his legs instead. He puts a hand on his Daddy's shoulder to keep his balance when the man asks him to lift up his feet one at a time so that he can wash those too, and then he repeats the whole process with Pete's back.

  This time, Jeremy does pay him some extra attention, two soaped-up fingers slipping into his crack to clean his tender hole of the lube that remains from last night. Pete arches his back, sticking his ass out in an effort to entice Jeremy into doing more than simply cleaning him, but he's left disappointed again when all he gets for his trouble is a knowing hum.

  "And lastly…" Jeremy says huskily, reaching around Pete to hold his cock.

  "Daddy!" Pete gasps, instantly bucking forward into the slick hand around him.

  "I thought I told you to stay still, baby," his Daddy warns him, his words quiet and spoken right next to Pete's ear.

  Pete shudders and gets goosebumps all over. "Sorry, Daddy…" he says meekly, ceasing the urgent movement of his hips.

  "There's my good boy."

  It's torturous. Pete has to stand still while Daddy presses up behind him and leisurely strokes him for several long minutes, never going fast enough or holding him tight enough for him to cum. He can feel that Jeremy is hard too, his huge length slotted teasingly into the crack of Pete's ass.

  "Daddy, please…need to cum," Pete entreaties, leaning his head back onto th
e older man's broad shoulder.

  "Yeah? How bad, baby?"

  "Super bad."

  Jeremy hums again and at first, Pete dreads that he's not going to get what he wants, that Daddy is going to stop stroking him altogether. But, mercifully, after a few more loose strokes, the hand around Pete's cock tightens and moves faster. Pete struggles to keep his hips still, every instinct in his body telling him that he needs to fuck into Daddy's hand to get himself off, but he doesn't, the desire to be good preventing him.

  A few moments later, Pete cries out as he orgasms so intensely that he's left shaking in the aftermath. He sags back against Daddy's body and takes comfort from him as he recovers, his seed flowing down the drain.

  "There you go. Did that feel good?" Jeremy enquires. He nuzzles Pete's temple and wraps both arms around him, holding him securely.

  "Y-yeah…" Pete answers breathlessly. "So good. Thank you, Daddy."

  "You're welcome, baby."

  They stand in place until Pete has recovered, and then he turns around and kisses the man to really get his gratitude across. Jeremy smiles into the kiss and rubs his hands up and down Pete's back.

  "Is it my turn now?" Pete asks once the kiss has ended. His cock is soft again, but the thought of washing Daddy in return still excites him to no end.

  "If you want."

  "Oh, I really want to."

  Jeremy grins, crow's feet out in full force. "Then have at it, baby boy."

  Practically vibrating with giddiness, Pete grabs the same shower gel Jeremy used on him and squirts out a big glob on his palm. He rubs his hands together and then attempts to decide where he should start. There's just so much tanned skin that he wants to touch, making his mind race so quickly that he ends up not being able to decide at all. He just stays there with his hands dripping with lather until Daddy makes the choice for him.

  "Start with my chest, baby," the man instructs. "Just do exactly what I did to you."

  Pete nods, happy to follow orders. "Does that include making you cum?"

  Jeremy moans quietly. "We'll see, baby."

  "I hope it does, Daddy."

  "Oh, I know. I remember how much you loved touching my cock yesterday."

  Pete ducks his head and tentatively reaches out to place his hands on Daddy's chest. The feeling of solid muscle beneath his palms is amazing, and when Jeremy doesn't urge him on, he luxuriates in taking his time. He rubs his hands all over Daddy's big pecs and enjoys how his dark chest hair contrasts with the white suds. It feels nice sliding between his fingers too, silky-soft. When he risks a glance up, Pete finds Daddy smirking at him, obviously knowing exactly what's going through his head. Pete isn't embarrassed, though. Daddy likes touching him, and he's supposed to like touching Daddy as well, right?

  "Now do my abs and then my legs," Jeremy says when his chest has been thoroughly cleaned. "Don't touch my cock."

  "Okay, Daddy."

  Pete takes his time washing Jeremy's abs, feeling the dips and planes of muscle beneath his fingers, and then he sinks down to get Jeremy's legs and feet. The large muscles continue down here too, and it's tough not to get distracted because being in this position puts his Daddy's cock right next to his face. It would be so easy to open his mouth and suck it, to taste Jeremy's skin and the salt of his pre-cum again, but he resists the temptation and stubbornly keeps his gaze on his task.

  Once he's sure that Daddy's thick, hairy legs are clean, Pete gets back to his feet. "Turn around, Daddy," he says, getting some more shower gel on his palms.

  Pete washes Jeremy's back and spares a moment to admire the way the muscles shift beneath his tanned skin before moving lower. He never got a good look at Daddy's ass yesterday, and now he thinks that missing out like that was a travesty. Just like the rest of him, Daddy's ass is toned to perfection, perky and round and dusted with more fine black hairs. Pete soaps up each cheek and just has to squeeze them a few times for good measure.

  "Pete…" Daddy warns him, his voice sending a thrill down Pete's spine.

  "Sorry, Daddy," Pete apologises.

  "No you're not."

  "Mmm…maybe not this time, Daddy. Your ass was too nice not to, though."

  Jeremy looks back over his shoulder, eyes gleaming. "I work hard for it, so thank you. Just don't go off-task again, or I'll have to give you another spanking so you don't forget. You don't want that, do you?"

  Pete both does and doesn't want to be spanked again. It hurt, and some of that hurt lingers even now, hours later, but it also felt good. Really good. The thing that stops him from pushing his luck right now is that it would be another spanking for the purposes of punishment, which would mean that he made his Daddy upset with him—and nothing sounds worse than that.

  With that in mind, Pete dips his soapy index finger between Jeremy's hairy cheeks to clean his tight hole and then deems himself finished.

  "All done, baby?" his Daddy asks him.

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Alright, let's wash this all off and then go fill our bellies, hmm?"

  Pete frowns. "But you're still hard. Don't you wanna cum too?"

  Jeremy turns back around and regards Pete closely, obviously thinking. In the end, he shakes his head. "Nah, I'm fine for now. But if you keep behaving for me, I'll give you a special treat the next time we see each other," he promises with a wink.

  Pete licks his lips. "Okay, Daddy," he agrees.

  Jeremy ruffles his hair. "There's my boy."

  After they've washed the last of the lather from their bodies, Jeremy switches off the shower and exits the stall, stepping onto the blood-red mat just outside. He takes one of the towels from the bar fixed to the frosted glass, wraps it around his waist and then grabs the second one. "Come here. Let's get you nice and dry and then into some comfortable clothes."

  Pete allows himself to be pampered. He relishes Daddy's touch, the fluffy material of the towel feeling good against his skin. Once Pete is no longer dripping water everywhere, Jeremy quickly dries himself off, they both apply deodorant and then Jeremy leads the way back into the bedroom. He takes Pete to his dresser and opens a couple of the drawers, from which he pulls out two pairs of sweatpants, a grey tank top and a snuggly-looking green sweater. He gives one pair of sweats and the sweater to Pete.

  "Here you go. You can wear these until it's time for you to get back home," he says.

  Pete, loving the thought of being swamped in Daddy's clothes, snatches both garments from him and hurries to get into them. He almost falls over trying to put his feet in the legs of the sweats.

  "Be careful, baby," Jeremy chides gently. "I'd hate for you to hurt yourself."

  Nodding bashfully, Pete finishes getting dressed and sighs in contentment when the sweater is on and he's surrounded by the scent of his Daddy, still detectable beneath the smell of whatever fabric softener the man uses.

  "Right, time for those pancakes," Jeremy says after he's dressed as well, just as Pete's stomach rumbles loudly.

  "We definitely worked up an appetite last night," the eighteen-year-old muses.

  Taking Pete's hand, Jeremy brings him downstairs and into the kitchen, which is just as big and clean as the bathroom. It's incredibly modern, with white and silver everything.

  "Sit at the island," Jeremy says, pulling out a stool for him. "What d'you want to drink? OJ?"

  "Sure!" Pete chirps, already feeling at home.

  "Coming right up."

  Sure enough, just twenty seconds later, Pete has a tall glass of orange juice in front of him. He sips from it as Daddy moves around the kitchen gathering ingredients. "Can I have chocolate chips in mine?"

  Jeremy quirks an eyebrow at him. "Since you mostly behaved in the shower, I suppose so."

  "Great!" Pete grins. "Thanks, Daddy."

  The pancakes don't take too long to cook, and then Jeremy gets out butter and syrup before setting a hearty stack of fluffy, delicious-smelling discs in front of Pete and taking a stool on the other side of the island with his own. As they both d
ig in, Jeremy initiates the conversation that Pete had thought they needed to have right after he woke up.

  "Before we do anything else, we need to have that talk. We need to establish what's between us and what we both want out of it," he says, drizzling a modest amount of syrup over his stack.

  "What d'you mean, Daddy?"

  "For now, call me Jeremy. You need to be in a more mature headspace for this. It's important."

  Pete blinks. He thinks back to how he's been interacting with Jeremy since they got out of bed and his eyes widen. Wow, he hadn't been in a mature headspace at all. It felt completely natural to give up all control and let Jeremy dictate exactly what was happening, which enabled him to act like he had. It was almost like he was a kid again, in a strange way, without responsibilities or worries about what college he's going to go to once he graduates next year. It was just what he needed to relieve him of all of that stress.

  But, in spite of all of that, now that he's come crashing back down to reality, all of his concerns are back—along with a new one: what would people think if they witnessed him like that?

  Fuck, they wouldn't get it. Hell, Pete himself doesn't get it.

  "Stop thinking so hard," Jeremy says, leaning forward to tap Pete on the nose with the handle of his fork.

  "I couldn't help it. Everything's just happening so fast."

  "It would be a lot for anyone to come to terms with, I know," Jeremy concedes. "But, good thing for you, you don't have to do it alone."

  Pete nods. That does make everything seem less daunting. "Right."

  "So, first thing's first, what do you see this being between us?" Jeremy enquires.

  "You mean…if I wanna be serious or not?"

  Jeremy nods. "Yes. I know that we talked briefly about doing what we did yesterday again, but do you want just that, or do you want a proper relationship as well?"

  Even with all the other things he still has to figure out, Pete is ready to give his answer to this opening question straight away. "I want a real relationship with you," he says confidently.

  Jeremy releases a long breath. "Thank God. I would've taken you however I could get you, but I'm damn glad you said that."