Daddy's Boy

by T C Heffer

  Setting the items down next to him, Pete itches to get his hands on those hairy globes, and since he was told that he could do whatever he wanted to Jeremy tonight…

  Pete palms each cheek and squeezes them to test their musculature. Just like the rest of him, Daddy's ass is perfectly formed. It's delectably round and the definition of biteable. With that last thought, Pete feels a bit devilish and leans down to do just that, sinking his teeth lightly into the supple flesh. Jeremy startles, obviously not expecting it, but he doesn't attempt to move away or scold Pete for biting him, so Pete bites a tiny bit harder before releasing him and admiring the ring of red impressions his teeth left behind. He wonders if such possessiveness is what Jeremy feels whenever he sees the hickeys he likes to leave on Pete's neck.

  Moving on, Pete palms Jeremy's ass cheeks again and spreads them apart to get at his hole. More dark hairs surround it, and it clenches up tight when it's exposed to the air, just begging to be tasted.

  How on earth is Pete supposed to resist that?

  Diving right in, he's mindful of his lack of experience and, to make up for it, tries to copy what Jeremy has done to him before. He licks over the tight hole and prods at it with the tip of his tongue, seeking entrance. The taste of skin is different here, but not in a bad way. It's not unclean or unpleasant, and after a small adjustment period, Pete finds that he rather likes it. He likes the act itself as well and really hopes that Jeremy will let him rim his hairy ass many more times in the future.

  "That's it, baby," Jeremy rasps, arching his back to make it easier for Pete to access his hole. "Just like that…such a good boy."

  Emboldened by the encouragement, Pete keeps it up until he finally manages to slip the tip of his tongue past the first ring of muscle. He stops rimming then, but only to suck a finger into his mouth and coat it with saliva. Once that's done, he slowly slides it into Daddy's hole and is amazed by how hot and tight he feels inside. God, how the hell is that going to feel around Pete's cock? It seems more and more likely that he's going to cum humiliatingly quickly when they reach the main event, but he's ceased caring.

  He just wants to get there already.

  Pete thrusts his finger in and out a few times and licks around it to keep it nice and slick. One finger becomes two, and when he fits a third inside, Jeremy speaks.

  "Okay, that's enough, baby," he says. He moves away and turns over to lie on his back once more, his legs spread invitingly. "Come here."

  Pete eagerly crawls forward and kisses the man, his cock resting over his Daddy's, which is also hard again. Jeremy cups his face and kisses him back, evidently not minding the taste of himself on Pete's tongue.

  When the kiss ends, he looks lustfully up into his boy's eyes. "C'mon, baby. Fuck Daddy good."

  Pete nearly cums then and there. The only reason he doesn't is because he clamps a hand around the base of his cock just in time to stop himself. He keeps it there for a while, and when his orgasm is no longer so close, he puts the condom on and slicks himself up with some more lube. Aiming the head of his cock at Daddy's prepped hole, he's unable to look away as he gradually pushes all six inches inside. When the last one is in, his pubic bone resting against Daddy's perineum, Pete raises his gaze to Daddy's face. He knows his expression must be one of shock, but he can't help it.

  His earlier assessment was right. He's definitely not going to last long. Daddy's ass felt great around his fingers, but that's nothing compared to how it feels around his cock. His hand has been ruined for him forever.

  "You can move, baby," Jeremy says, stroking his fingers down Pete's arms.

  "I-I know, but gimme a moment. Just…wow…"

  Jeremy chuckles, which makes his ass feel even tighter. "I know the feeling. Good, huh?"

  Pete takes a shaky breath. "Good doesn't even begin to cover it, Daddy."

  "Take your time."

  It takes far too long for Pete to determine that he's ready to move, but when he has, he withdraws nearly all the way and tentatively thrusts back in, ready to stop the second his orgasm rears its head again. When it doesn't, he becomes more sure of himself and picks up the speed a bit, a steady rhythm forming. Jeremy helps by repeatedly tightening his legs around Pete's waist, pulling him in with each thrust.

  "You feel amazing, baby boy," Jeremy compliments. He tips his head back with a low moan. "Fill me up just right."

  Pete leans down and insinuates his nose beneath Daddy's chin, enjoying the scrape of his facial hair over his forehead. He stays there as the man wraps his arms around him and holds him close, trapping his cock between their stomachs. His grip is just loose enough for Pete to keep moving his hips.

  The whole thing is unbearably intimate. Pete hasn't felt so connected to another person in his life, and he never wants that to change. He wants to stay in the fort with Jeremy and take turns fucking each other forever.

  In an ideal world, he muses.

  After a short pause, Pete changes the angle of his thrusts and elicits a full-body shudder from his older lover. It's accompanied by an erotic choked sound and Daddy digging blunt nails into Pete's back, all signs that Pete must have found his prostate. It was an accident, but he runs with it and focuses on angling all of his thrusts at that special bundle of nerves from then on.

  "Fuck!" Jeremy gasps. "Such a good boy, making Daddy feel so good like this…"

  "That was the idea, right?" Pete asks, a bit out of breath.

  "Don't stop."

  Pete doesn't plan on it, but he ends up not really having a choice in the matter. All too soon, he picks up the speed of his thrusts and can't make himself slow down. The heat of Daddy's hole is just too much to resist, and his body ends up moving on its own, chasing the pleasure until it crests.

  "Do it, baby," Jeremy whispers in his ear, sensing it. "Show Daddy how much you love fucking his hole."

  Those words are Pete's undoing. With a series of rapid, uncoordinated thrusts, he bites down hard on Jeremy's collarbone and orgasms. He keeps moving through it, his thrusts shallow, drawing out the bliss until he stops coming and goes boneless atop his Daddy. Jeremy doesn't do anything to move him, allowing him to stay there. As he recovers from his earth-shattering orgasm, Jeremy runs his fingers through Pete's hair with one hand and rubs up and down his sweaty back with the other.

  When Pete has the wherewithal again, he eases out of Jeremy with a wince and rolls over onto his back next to him, bumping into the leg of one of the chairs holding up the ceiling of their fort.

  "Careful, baby," Jeremy says.

  Pete laughs tiredly. "Sorry, Daddy."

  "It's okay. I just don't want you to hurt yourself."

  "Or ruin your hard work." Pete nudges the chair back into place with his forearm, too worn out to figure out how to work his fingers properly.

  After he's sure that the fort won't suddenly collapse and bury them both in a pile of bedsheets and fairy lights, Pete turns his head to look back at Jeremy. He's just in time to see him move one hand between his legs to finger himself while he uses the other to jerk himself off fast and dirty.

  "Damn, that's hot," Pete says, in awe. He finds enough energy to move so that his head rests on Jeremy's shoulder and he can watch from a better angle.

  It only takes another twenty seconds—Pete counts—for Jeremy to reach his second orgasm of the night. He obviously produces less semen than during his first, but a considerable amount still spurts from his slit and splatters across his hairy torso. After it ends, Jeremy releases his sore-looking cock, swipes his fingers through the mess he made and holds them up to Pete's mouth, reading his mind.

  "An extra dessert for my good boy," Daddy murmurs, watching fondly as Pete sucks his cum off.

  Pete blushes.

  A short time later, he curls around his Daddy and shuts his eyes, his stomach full.

  "So, how was it?" Daddy asks him, kissing his temple.

  Pete grins lopsidedly. "It was…fuck, I can't even think," he answers, breathing in nothing but the lingering
scents of their sex and Daddy's musk.

  "That's great to know, baby. I still mostly top, but whenever the mood strikes…"

  Pete's grin gets impossibly wider because that was just what he was hoping to hear. Nothing compares to the feeling of Daddy's huge cock splitting his ass wide, but he would miss it if this evening was the only time Jeremy ever wanted to bottom.

  "So you have no problem with me topping every once in a while?" he enquires.

  "Not at all."

  "Awesome."

  "I think so too. Now, I think it's time to sleep," Jeremy says, his chest expanding with a yawn. "I'll wake you up in time to get you ready for school in the morning."

  "Mmm…'k. Love you, Daddy…"

  Pete is out too quickly to even realise the meaning of the words that just slipped out.

  — CHAPTER THIRTEEN —

  - Monday, December 2nd, 2013 -

  The following morning, Jeremy gets Pete up early enough that he has plenty of time to get ready for school, just as he said he would before they went to sleep. Jeremy smiles at him and touches him more often than usual as they work together to take down the blanket fort—and Jeremy smiled and touched him a lot to begin with. Pete enjoys it but doesn't know what to make of it, and when he asks Jeremy why he's in a particularly good mood today, the man just looks at him funny, denies that anything is going on at all and coaxes him up into the bathroom for a shower.

  When he's alone beneath the spray, thoughts run non-stop through Pete's head. He's sad that last night is over, so he now has to return to the real world and acknowledge the problems between him and his Dad. He's disappointed that Jeremy didn't get in the shower with him to distract him, but it was necessary. If they'd showered together, they'd probably end up messing around and Pete would be late. That wouldn't be a good way to prove to his Dad that Jeremy is good for him.

  His Dad…

  Pete sighs as he tips his head back into the shower spray and washes the shampoo out of his hair. He wishes it could be different, that he could either go back and be the one to tell the Chief about him and Jeremy and maybe get a better reaction, or that he could accelerate time and skip to everything being okay. Sadly, neither option is possible.

  "Suck it up," Pete tells himself, switching off the shower once that he's done. "You can handle it."

  "Handle what, baby?" comes Jeremy's voice from just inside the open doorway, startling Pete. He hadn't heard the older man come in.

  Pete narrows his eyes at him facetiously, opens the stall and grabs one of the towels that are hung up outside. "Just reentering the real world," he explains. He goes to wrap the towel around his waist, but when Jeremy steps forward—now in the sweatpants Pete had borrowed last night—and holds out a hand for it, Pete lets Jeremy give him one last bit of pampering before the bubble they've lived in for the past twenty-four hours pops. "And worries about my Dad are creeping back in."

  Jeremy makes a sympathetic noise. He rubs his boy dry, takes his hand and brings him into the bedroom. "Would it help if I went and had a talk with him?"

  Pete waits by the dresser for Jeremy to get out some clothes. "Really? You'd do that?"

  "Yeah. I was already planning on doing it anyway. Maybe if he's reassured that what's between us is serious and not just physical, he'll accept it sooner."

  "Yeah, maybe…"

  "Do you want to wear your own clothes today?" Jeremy asks him, switching topics to one that's less difficult. "Or something of mine?"

  Pete mulls it over. He'd look weird at school wearing clothes that are as baggy on him as Jeremy's are, but it would still be comforting to keep a part of Jeremy with him while they're separated. "Maybe just one thing."

  "Like a sweater or something?"

  "Yeah."

  Jeremy purses his lips. "I have just the thing, but I'll have to get it out of storage in the basement. It should fit you."

  Pete's curiosity rises. "What is it?"

  "You'll find out just before you leave," Jeremy says teasingly. He gets out the rest of Pete's outfit—boxer-briefs, red chinos, and a white T-shirt with a picture of a cow bursting out of a large cake on the front—and leaves his boy to get himself dressed. He pauses at the door. "I'm going to go make a start on breakfast. Any requests?"

  "Not really," Pete replies, stepping into his underwear. "I'm good with anything, Daddy."

  Once Jeremy is gone, Pete finishes getting into his clothes and goes back into the bathroom. He wipes off the condensation lingering on the mirror from his shower and checks his reflection. His hair is kind of a mess, parts of it still damp and others fluffy and sticking up all over the place, so he spends a few minutes trying to tame it into something more presentable. He doesn't really succeed with just a bit of water on his fingers, but after daring to peek inside of Jeremy's medicine cabinet—he wouldn't mind, Pete is sure—he happens upon a tub of expensive matte styling wax that the man must put in his own hair sometimes.

  Pete uses some of it and is eventually satisfied with where he ends up. It's not perfect because he's no hair stylist and he's not used to using much product in his hair anyway, but it's no longer a mess. With a shrug, he puts the wax back in its home and exits the bathroom. He's just in time for Jeremy to shout from the ground floor that breakfast is nearly ready.

  Good timing, Pete muses, walking out into the hall and down the staircase. He can smell bacon. It makes his stomach rumble.

  "I hope bacon and eggs is okay with you," Jeremy says as he enters the kitchen.

  "Please, you can never go wrong with bacon," Pete responds, taking a stool at the island.

  A minute later, they both start to slowly eat their food while Jeremy asks questions about the classes Pete has that day.

  Pete lists them all, and when he gets to the end, his whole demeanour becomes despondent. "And then I've got Math last period…" he finishes.

  "You don't like Math, I take it," Jeremy guesses, chuckling at the expression on his boy's face.

  "No, it's not that. I actually like it okay, but my teacher's kinda…" Pete scrunches up his nose in distaste. "Well, he's an asshole, basically."

  Jeremy frowns but doesn't chide Pete for his language. "What's his name?"

  "Mr. Harrison."

  Recognition appears in Jeremy's eyes. "Frank Harrison? Dark hair and glasses?"

  "Yeah. How'd you know?"

  "I went to school with him and heard he came back to teach here a while back. Sounds like he hasn't changed much. He was never the nicest guy."

  "He always seems to pick on me as well. It's frustrating. He gave me detention for the millionth time last Monday," Pete complains indignantly, but then he remembers that it only happened because he hadn't been paying attention to the lesson and quickly changes his tune. "Although I guess that time was mostly my fault…" he quietly adds, looking down at his plate.

  Jeremy sits up straighter on his stool, bare chest puffing out slightly. "How so?"

  "Well…it was the day after we ironed everything out between us, and I got sidetracked."

  "By what?"

  "By you. It was hard to focus because…"

  "Because you couldn't stop thinking about me," Jeremy supplies, one eyebrow arched. The sides of his lips twitch as he suppresses a smile.

  "Yeah. You're kinda hard not to think about!" Pete defends himself, jabbing his fork in Jeremy's direction. "With all your sexiness and stuff! It's actually all your fault, if you really think about it."

  Jeremy allows his smile to properly materialise, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, that's flattering, baby, but I'll have to see what I can do to stop that from happening again. I can't have my boy misbehaving in class and getting in trouble now, can I?"

  Pete stares openmouthed. "Uhh…"

  "But we'll worry about that another day," Jeremy continues, picking up his last strip of bacon and biting half of it off. Once it's in his stomach with his eggs, he keeps talking. "Just try not to get in trouble with Mr. Harrison again today, okay? If you can do
that for me, you'll make me very happy. I might even be convinced to take you out for ice cream."

  When Jeremy winks at him, Pete averts his gaze. A small part of him still thinks it should feel weird for Jeremy to sometimes speak to him like he's younger than he is. He's prevented from quelling it completely because of how his Dad seemed to disapprove so vehemently, but he doesn't let it win. He damn well likes this relationship, and he won't let the voices in his head ruin it for him. The way Jeremy treats him just makes him feel cared for, and he needs that every now and then. He believes that everyone does.

  "Does that sound like a plan, baby?" Jeremy asks him, smirking.

  "Uh-huh. I'll be good, Daddy," Pete answers earnestly. "I'm gonna get Reese's and caramel sauce on mine."

  "Are you now? You're gonna be that good for me?"

  The mere thought of disappointing Jeremy is anathema to Pete's whole being, so he nods earnestly.

  "You'll focus in all of your classes, even Mr. Harrison's?" Jeremy stipulates.

  "Yes, Daddy."

  "Good boy."

  Five minutes later, once their cutlery and plates have all been loaded into the dishwasher, Pete grabs his phone and backpack from where he'd left them upstairs in the master bedroom, brushes his teeth, and returns downstairs to find it deserted. He doesn't see any sign of Jeremy anywhere as he makes a circuit of the ground floor, which is odd because he didn't hear the front door open at all. It's as he returns to the foyer that he finds out where Jeremy got to while he was upstairs, the door that leads down to the basement opening from where it had been pushed to.

  Jeremy emerges with something hidden behind his back and a glint in his eye. "You ready to go, baby?"

  Pete hums his assent and leans slightly to the side to sneak a peek at what must be another surprise for him, but Jeremy turns in place with him. "Daddy, don't be mean!" he whines.

  "Mean? Does Daddy giving you one of his most treasured possessions sound mean to you?"