Trained By My Girlfriend's Dad: A M/M Straight To Gay First Time Romance

by Charlotte Storm

  Every muscle clenches. My throat closes. My eyes squeeze shut. My body rebels against the intrusion, bucks against the foreign sensation. Everything inside me wants to scream the word magenta. Wants to take the easy way out, stay safe behind the lie I’ve lived so far.

  I’m straight. Straight guys don’t need to stretch their assholes. Don’t need to please their doms. Don’t need to take risks, do uncomfortable things. Right?

  Right?

  I grunt, or make some kind of noise. I’m not sure. Darryl releases his grip on my neck and brings the back of his hand to brush my cheek.

  “Relax, Dominic. Phong is the best at this. That’s why I brought you here.”

  Darryl rests his forehead against mine before bringing his lips to my ear.

  “I know you’re tight. I know it’s different. New. Scary. If you only knew how beautiful you look with your ass exposed, your hard dick at attention, all for me. If you only knew how much I want you, need to claim you. God, I crave you. I want this. And you do, too.”

  He pulls back, pins me with his stare. “We can’t have any of it if you quit, because me taking you would cause damage. I don’t want to damage you.”

  Darryl’s words send a shiver of warmth through me. My chest clenches at his words, but everything else relaxes.

  He does want me. I’m not just another sub to him. He doesn’t want to hurt me. It’s everything I’ve needed to hear. It’s everything I’ve wanted him to say.

  “I’m in,” Phong says from behind me.

  He’s right. He’s in. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, it feels good. Really good. I wiggle my hips, clench my internal muscles against the object inside me. Phong takes his time pulling the plug out. I don’t want him to. I want him to leave it in place.

  Then he changes the angle of entry, glides it back inside, across my prostate. It’s all I can do not to come.

  I cry out, grab the front of Darryl’s shirt. “Fuck!” I grind out, my teeth about to crack from the strain of holding my orgasm at bay.

  Darryl chuckles in my ear, strokes the back of my neck. “Told you. He’s the best. And I love to watch him work.”

  This time, when Phong pulls out, my entire body vibrates. Every muscle I own clenches. And I want to scream for him to put it back in. Give me the next size up. Whatever it takes.

  “He’s close,” I hear Phong whisper to Darryl.

  No shit, Sherlock. I’m way the hell beyond close. I’m hanging off the ledge by a fingernail.

  “Please, sirs,” I beg Darryl. I beg Phong. Whoever will give me relief. “Please. Please. I need to come. I’ll do anything. Just...fuck. Please.”

  I can sense Phong move behind me. Darryl shakes his head. “The beads,” he says.

  Darryl stares at me as Phong hands over a silicon strand of tiny balls equally spaced. “I’m not going to bother to ask if you’ve ever tried these. I know you haven’t. After today, you won’t want to come without them.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, voice tight, strained. Like the rest of me.

  Prying my hands off his shirt, Darryl instructs me to lean against the wall on my elbows, stick my ass out as far as I can. I bend over, do as he says, and pray I can hold out for his permission. I hate to think about the punishment if I fail him.

  The cap on the lube bottle pops open again. Before long, the same cooling sensation tingles the skin around my hole. But this time, the object being shoved inside is much smaller.

  I enjoy the sensation, stare at the swollen head of my cock as a string of precum spills out, betraying just how bad I want this.

  “This might feel weird at first,” Darryl says as he pushes each bead into my ass, and the long tube connecting them. Weird isn’t the right word. Fucking amazing comes to mind. “There’s a trick to using them.”

  Once Darryl presses the last bead into my hole, he steps back, lets Phong take his place. Darryl comes around to my side, places his fingers underneath my chin, and moves my face until I’m staring into his.

  “If you rip them out like you’re pulling a lawn mower cord, it’ll hurt. Maybe cause damage.”

  He slides the palm of one hand down my back, squeezes when he gets to my ass. The other hand wraps around my shaft, and I curse. The intense sensation of him touching me consumes my mind. Scatters my thoughts.

  “There’s a certain rhythm that’s necessary, a way the string needs to be pulled.” He starts to stroke me, long and slow. “Like a virtuoso playing a classic violin.”

  The orgasm I’ve fought against claws its way to the surface, infects my bloodstream, annihilates any chance that I can stop it.

  “Sir,” I husk, because he needs to know I’m about to blow, and also because that’s the only word I can get out.

  Darryl leans in close, his words barely a whisper. “You were good to me earlier. You deserve this reward.”

  Darryl glances at Phong behind me and nods. I can feel him tug on the string of beads buried deep inside my ass.

  “Come for me, Dominic,” my dom says, finally giving me permission.

  I let go, surrender to the sensation. I go off, my entire body vibrating with the motion. The first squirt is so hard, it’s painful. Then something glorious happens.

  With every jerk of my cock, Phong removes a bead. He doesn’t just pull them out. No. He tugs on them, like a fisherman would a lure, only much, much slower.

  The undulating sensation, coupled with the pressure on my prostate that matches the pulsing release leaving the head of my cock, unmakes me.

  I’ve come lots of times in my life. Some of the best with Darryl. But nothing, nothing, comes close to the blissful obliteration of some ridiculous, fearful notion that ass play is only for gay men. Any man—hell, every man should experience this level of pleasure.

  When the last bead is removed, and my dick stops pulsing, I collapse. My legs don’t work, and my muscles are fatigued from being strained too long.

  Darryl catches me, kisses the side of my forehead. “Oh my fucking...I can’t...I don’t...” The ability to form a coherent sentence is temporarily offline.

  “You liked that?” I can hear the smile in Darryl’s voice. Knowing that he’s happy watching me like this, being the one responsible for making me a puddle in his arms, fills me with a sense of warmth and contentment I’m not sure I’ve ever felt in my life.

  “Yeah. Something like that,” I finally say when I can. “Sir.”

  “It’s time to clean up.” Phong holds out the string of beads and the plug. I take them, follow him to a tiny sink in the corner.

  He shows me how to properly wash and store the items before handing me a towel to clean my ass and dick.

  Giving me one final glance, Phong walks over to Darryl, extends his hand. “Until next time. Oh, and if you ever get tired of this one, send him my way.” Phong’s gaze travels the length of me, his eyes meeting mine. “If he’s willing, there’s so much more I could teach him.”

  I start to drop my gaze, so he won’t see how embarrassed his comment makes me. I catch the action just in time, knowing the price of punishment would be worse than the temporary discomfort of embarrassment.

  “He’s a quick learner.” Phong grins. “And something special.” He turns to face Darryl. “Don’t fuck it up.”

  Chapter 17

  Darryl

  I’m mostly done getting ready for my date with Dominic when my phone buzzes for the forty-seventh fucking time.

  I don’t check it. Don’t need to. It’s Owen, which just pisses me off. Our contract was clear. Either of us could cut it off any time, no explanation. Both of us agreed to walk away. Already, I’m considering changing my number, which makes me want to punch something. His face, for starters.

  A knock sounds at the door. I jump. Fuck. I’m on edge, ready to crawl out of my skin. Wish I could say Owen’s obsession has me rattled. Well, I could say it, just wouldn’t be true. All day, I’ve had this electric buzz underneath my skin at the thought of spending quality time with Dominic. Of being
on equal footing with my sub.

  The dynamic I’ve entered, time and time again, works for me. There’s separation. A clear line about who’s in charge. But Dominic’s different.

  Mason was different.

  Scrubbing my hand over my five o’clock shadow, I grumble, “Come in.”

  “Hey, Dad.” Julie’s voice finds me in the bathroom, still staring at the man in the mirror asking me just what in the fuck I think I’m doing going on a date. With my daughter’s ex.

  Plastering on a smile that’s just for Julie, I flick off the light, grab my cell, and step into the room just as she pushes through the bedroom door.

  “Wow, you look nice.” She runs her hand along the collar of the button down shirt I’m wearing, freshly laundered at the dry cleaner’s. She pulls back, looks me in the eyes. “Are you going on a date?”

  Her features morph into a look of skepticism that matches her tone. She looks exactly like her mother when she does that.

  I open my mouth to answer when my phone buzzes again. My fists clench, and my muscles strain against the unpleasant thoughts playing out in my mind regarding all the ways I want to make Owen pay for disobeying our contract. It’s why I don’t react fast enough.

  “Is that him?” Julie grabs my phone from my hand, turns her back and steps away before I realize what’s happening.

  “Julie.” I growl her name the same way I used to when she was a teenager and would step out of bounds.

  “What the hell, Dad?” She turns to face me, holds up the phone so I can see. “This guy has texted you like”—her finger scrolls down the screen on my phone—“I don’t know, a lot. Some of the stuff he’s saying—”

  I grab the phone away from her, shove it into my pocket. “I appreciate your concern, but it’s really none of your damn business.”

  I know I’m being a dick. It isn’t my daughter’s fault that I’m annoyed, and more than a little sexually frustrated. After taking Dominic to see Phong yesterday, I wanted to bring him home and fuck his virgin ass. Take him. Make him mine. Fill him. Mark my territory.

  I didn’t, not only because I’m not sure I could’ve been gentle enough for his first time, but because I gave Dominic the power to choose when I take it. Not for the first time, I gave him power over me, the date more proof that I’ve erased the line that’s protected me ever since Mason.

  “I’m sorry,” Julie says, bringing my focus back to her. “I didn’t mean to pry into your love life. You’ve got guy troubles. I get it. I do.”

  She tangles her fingers with mine and presses her cheek against my chest. I kiss the top of her head, breathe her in the way I always did when she was small. After I got clean, and realized what I’d almost lost.

  “What can I do for you, Julie-bug?” I ask.

  “Do you think I did the right thing? You know, with Dom?”

  Her question catches me off guard. I’m not sure where this is coming from, but I definitely the fuck know the answer.

  “You mean by breaking up with him?” I ask, cautious in my approach. I’m biased, but I need to play it neutral.

  She glances up at me, her eyes wide, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. “Yeah. Breaking up. Me going with Jordan so fast. The whole bit.”

  I squeeze her hand, the one still holding mine. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but here it goes. “You did the right thing by breaking up with Dominic.” I press my fingers against her lips to stop her interrupting. “I’m not just saying that because I’m your father. It’s something I know as a man. Trust me.”

  Dominic was never the right man for Julie. For me? I shake my head to clear the thought.

  “As to Jordan, and the way you went about it?” I shrug. “I can’t say. Only you know what’s right for you. Jordan isn’t some random guy. He’s someone you’ve been connected to for years now. What does your gut tell you?”

  She places her hand on her stomach and closes her eyes. “That Jordan might be the one. Ugh,” she groans, opens her eyes just so she can roll them. “I know how stupid that sounds.”

  “It doesn’t,” I offer, and plant a kiss on her forehead.

  She glances over her shoulder at the bedroom door she left open. “I just...I feel bad about Dominic.”

  “Don’t,” I say in a way she knows I mean it. “He’s doing fine. Breaking up with him might have been the best thing you ever did for him.” I can’t help but grin when I picture all the ways I’ve tested that fact.

  “Why?” Julie flinches out of my arms, takes a step back. “Is he seeing someone else already?”

  I don’t understand the hurt tone in her voice. She’s dating Jordan. Was probably interested in him before her and Dominic ever broke up. So why should Dominic dating someone else bother her?

  “He might be. He has seemed happier lately,” I say, voice as steady as I can make it. “Would that be a problem for you?”

  I hold my breath as Julie takes her time chewing on the question asked, her answer more important to me than I want to admit.

  “I don’t know,” she finally says. “It shouldn’t. I-I mean, I have no right.” The spot between her eyebrows creases. “No. It’s fine. Probably. I just...I don’t want to know about it if he is.”

  Not wanting to know isn’t exactly permission, not that my daughter would ever give me permission to date her ex. I’d never ask. I’m not sure what to do with that, or where that leaves Dominic and I.

  No. I know exactly where that leaves us. It’s the same place we’ve always been. Same place all my subs end up. In a few weeks, Dominic will leave to go back to school. When he goes, that’s it. We’re finished. No more. That’s what’s best for Julie. What’s best for me.

  Julie kisses me on the cheek. “Anyway, I originally stopped by to tell you I’m going out with Jordan, and I won’t be home tonight. But that we’ll be over in the early afternoon tomorrow for the barbeque.” She tugs on my collar, straightens out the fabric covering my chest. “Have fun. You deserve it.”

  Pushing up on tiptoes, Julie gives me another kiss before exiting my room. The front door closes a few moments later, and the sound of her engine as it pulls out of the drive tells me she’s gone.

  My phone buzzes in my pocket. I consider throwing it through the window.

  “Hey, Darryl.” Dominic clears his throat, lightly knocks on the open door to my room. “Are...uh, are you ready to go?”

  I don’t have the nerve to face him when I ask, “How much did you hear?”

  A few moments of uncomfortable silence stretch between us before he answers. “You’re right. She did the right thing. Her and I would’ve never worked out. I didn’t like it at the time, but I can’t really be angry about it.”

  “Why not?” I ask, still too damn stubborn to turn and face him. There’s something about the way he looks at me that’s disarming. That makes me want to open up, tell him things better left buried. I can’t afford to be any more disarmed around Dominic than I already am.

  The scent of him invades my lungs, leeches into the pores of my skin when he steps in close behind me. He puts his hands on my waist, and I almost lose my cool. I fight the urge to shred his clothes, bend him over my bed, claim him with my cock. Claim him with all of me.

  His lips graze my earlobe when he says, “Because I have you.”

  The warm heat of his mouth scorches a path from ear to shoulder. His fingers dig into my hips, his front to my back. Fuck, he feels good. The kind of good that could destroy me a second time. Only this time, I’m not sure what would pull me back from the ledge.

  Julie’s grown. She doesn’t really need me anymore. I’ve built a life where no one needs me.

  “Dominic,” I husk, because damn if he doesn’t affect me in the best, and worst, way.

  “Yeah?” he answers, just as breathless.

  “If you don’t stop kissing me, grabbing me, I’m going to claim your virginity. Right here. Right now. Whether you give me permission or not.”

  He freezes, his b
ody taut. But he doesn’t back away. Damn him that he doesn’t.

  “Fuck, I’m so tempted,” he mutters, his lips still pressed against my shoulder. I’m about to turn around, kiss him, strip off his clothes, defile him, when he says, “But this date is important to me. I’m willing to wait for the other stuff.”

  I don’t want to wait. And it sucks having to, instead of choosing to.

  “Your call,” I tease, then make the mistake of turning around.

  Oh, hell. Dominic looks like a fucking wet dream. His dark hair is styled in his signature carefree look. His glasses give off just enough of a nerdy vibe to make him appear innocent. The blue in his shirt matches my eyes, and looks stunning on him. Like the color was made for him. His dark wash jeans hug an ass I can’t wait to get into, define thighs I want straddling me.

  “D-Darryl?” The nervous titter in his voice does little to calm the predator within. If anything, it makes me want him more. He’s a rabbit that just showed his tail. I’m the wolf about to give chase.

  If Dominic was going to say something else, he doesn’t get the chance. Twisting my fingers into his thick, luscious hair, I claim my sub’s mouth with my own. With my other hand, I grab his ass, use the force of my desire to move us both to the nearest wall.

  Dominic isn’t light. He works out. Keeps his body in excellent physical condition. But I’m stronger. Bigger. I use that strength and size to lift him off the floor.

  With an instinct that makes it laughable he ever thought he was straight, Dominic wraps his legs around my waist, his arms around my shoulders. I rut my hips against him, my tongue rooting around in his mouth in a similar way.

  “You look good enough to fucking eat,” I say, my teeth still nibbling on his lower lip.

  “Oh, God,” he sighs when I push him harder against the wall, our dicks pressing together through layers of too many damn clothes. “I want you to eat me.”

  Done.

  I slide a hand between us, tug at the top button of his jeans. Dominic puts his hand on top of mine. At first, I think it’s to help me undress him. In no world can I imagine it’s to stop me.