by Quinn Ward
I’d almost called him Daddy out of habit. Even though it hadn’t even been a full day since he’d given me the green light to say it out loud, that was how I’d always thought of Jay in my mind. And I’d jerked off more times than I could count to fantasies of having Daddy take me.
I deflated a bit when Jay took me by the arm and pulled me off the floor. He noticed my unease and combed his fingers through my hair, tugging gently so I would look at him. “You’re fucking beautiful. I’m going to let you do whatever you want, but not until we’re in my room. I don’t want tonight to be a bathroom fuck, where I bend you over the vanity and pound into that tight ass. I want to love you slowly, take my time to make sure it doesn’t hurt, and then hold you after both of us come.”
Bathroom sex had always sounded gross to me, but the way Jay talked about it, I really hoped that would be on the list of adventures we’d eventually have. I loved the idea of him being so overwhelmed with his desire that he couldn’t wait. My dick leaked a steady stream of precum as I followed him to the bedroom. Instead of obsessing over whether anal sex would live up to the hype, I focused on how I could turn the tables a little bit and be Daddy’s naughty boy. Being his sweet boy was fine, but it didn’t have to be all I was. Sometime, I would surprise Jay by doing something totally filthy and unexpected.
I was so caught up in trying to figure out how to shock Jay that I didn’t realize he’d stopped walking. The denim covering his butt was scratchy against my very sensitive skin. And yet, it felt good. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him against my chest as I ground my erection against his hip. He glanced over his shoulder, smirking when I slid a hand over his groin. “Did you need something, baby?”
“You,” I responded confidently, walking him toward the edge of the bed. When I spun him around, I wished I had my phone to capture the stunned look on Jay’s face. I quirked an eyebrow and laughed. “I don’t always need you to be so careful with me. I might like being little, but that doesn’t mean you need to treat me with kid gloves.”
“Is that a fact?” Jay wrapped an arm around the back of my thigh and tossed me on the bed. “I’m at a loss here, babe. You need to tell me what you want.”
“I thought I was supposed to be the one who was nervous,” I quipped, holding out my hands to him. He laced our fingers together, and I pulled him onto the bed over me. He was careful to not smother me. “In case you need some guidance, I want you to fuck me tonight, Jay. There’s no Ash and Daddy, just Jayden and Chase. Equals. Lovers. Partners. Treat me the way you would anyone else you’ve fucked.”
“That’s not going to be possible,” he vowed. “Everyone before you was a fuck—a means to an end. With you, sex is only the beginning.”
“Prove it.” I released his hands and quickly shoved his pants over his hips. Jay tossed his head back, moaning as I pushed down his boxer briefs and started jerking him off. “I’ve been a very good boy, Jay. I haven’t complained about you wanting to take things slow. But you can’t tell me you don’t want this just as much as I do.”
“Babe, you know I do.” He rolled to his side, hitching my leg over his. This was familiar. Safe. But with every pass of his thumb through my slit, I lost the ability to be demanding. “You don’t have to be quiet tonight. You can make as much noise as you want.”
He reached up with his free hand, pinching my nipple. Rather than flinching away, my body arched into the touch as I begged him for more. My hand stilled on his dick, unable to focus on what I was supposed to be doing.
“Roll over, baby. I need to get you ready.” I flipped onto my stomach, propping myself up on my knees, head resting on my folded arms. Jay’s thumb dragged through my crease. Without any lube, there was just the right amount of friction to make it slightly painful. He spread my cheeks and I winced. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his gaze on me. He caressed my hole, a featherlight touch that drove me wild. “Do you know how much I love knowing mine will be the only dick that knows how tight you are. It’s not going to be easy for me to go slow.”
“You don’t have to,” I reminded him before burying my head in the pillows and letting out a frustrated growl. Yes, I was a virgin but that didn’t mean I was fragile. My virginity wasn’t a treasured possession, it was something I’d hung onto because I hadn’t met anyone I could trust enough to deal with all sides of me. “Please, Jay, just do it already.”
At the rate he was going, I was starting to worry the actual sex wouldn’t live up to the hype. I’d been mentally preparing for this day for years. I’d educated myself enough to know it might not feel the best, but that I’d get used to it. I had no grand illusions of choirs singing and the skies opening as I finally felt a dick inside of me.
“I think I like you better when you’re all sweet and cuddly,” Jay teased. He draped his body over mine, kissing his way along my spine. I curled my arm around his when he leaned over to get something that had damned well better be lube off the nightstand. I almost cheered when I heard the snick of the cap opening. “You have to be patient and let me get you ready, Chase. I refuse to hurt you.”
He said it with such tenderness in his voice, it was impossible to be annoyed with him. He loved me, and he was proving it through his actions. That made me feel like a bit of a turd because I’d convinced myself he was holding off on anal sex because he was trying to protect me.
“You won’t, Jay,” I reassured him, lacing our fingers together. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about you, it’s that you will always take care of me. This is no different.”
“Thank you.” It sounded as if the words got caught in his throat. He massaged my back, repeatedly telling me how amazing I was and how grateful he was that I’d wound up in his room.
I was so focused on soaking in the praise I didn’t realize what was happening behind me. I tensed when I felt a finger at my hole, not entering me, just circling, spreading the slick around. The whole time, Jay kept talking. I closed my eyes and rested my head on my arms again, focused on my breathing, trying to stay relaxed as he pushed in. The pressure of even a single finger was intense, different from when I’d played with myself.
“You good?” He wrapped his free hand around my chest and started teasing my nipples, giving me something other than the pressure in my ass to think about. My mind splintered, trying and failing to focus on the pleasure or the pain.
“Yeah,” I said breathlessly, rocking back slightly, trying to urge him to give me more. He fucked me slowly, every brush of his fingertip over my prostate sending a jolt through me. My dick throbbed, my balls pulled up tight, and I was seconds away from coming. I swatted his hand away from my chest. “I…please, Jay…need a break.”
When he tried to pull his hand away from my ass, I reached back, curling my fingers around his wrist. “No, stay. Please.” I wasn’t ready to feel the emptiness. But I knew myself. If I came, I’d be ready to pass out, and there was no way I was coming before I felt his dick in my ass. I was not sleeping another night with my virginity.
“Whatever you need,” he promised me. “But I’m going to need that hand back at some point so I can suit up.”
“You don’t need to,” I told him. It was possibly the stupidest thought I’d ever had, but I didn’t want that layer of latex between us. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel his cum dripping out of my ass when he eventually pulled out. I wanted all of it.
“Yes, I do,” he countered. “I love you, Chase, but that’s non-negotiable. You can’t spring shit like that on me when we’re both turned on and ready to fuck. Tonight, it’s a rubber or nothing. Later, we can talk about it.”
“Okay.” I felt my throat tightening and clenched my eyes closed. I was not going to cry like a damn baby just because he wouldn’t fuck me bare. That was dumb. He still had his shit together enough to protect me, even when I wanted him to be reckless. “Thank you, Jay.”
“You never have to thank me for that,” he said, even though I hadn’t told him
why I was so grateful. I whimpered when he pulled out. “Let me take care of this and then I’ll take care of you.”
“Okay.” The longer he took, the more nervous I became. I wanted this— like really wanted it—but now that I knew what was about to happen, my anxiety was taking over. There was no turning back. No matter what happened between us in the future, my life as a gay man would forever include Jay. The knowledge that the odds were stacked against us made my arousal flag. I hated thinking about a time when I might not share this with him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jay shuffled up the bed and pulled me down. “If you’re not ready for this, we can wait. There’s no rush.”
“It’s not that,” I assured him. I should have known better than to hope he’d let it go without talking about it.
To divert his attention, I took the bottle of lube out of his hand, squirted some in my palm, and started stroking his now covered dick. I scrunched up my nose, hating the fact it wasn’t his skin I felt against mine. “Please, Jay. Trust me when I say I want this. I want you.”
“If you’re sure.” His breath hitched when I tightened my grip, digging my thumbnail into his slit. I knew that was a hot point for him. “Fuck, Chase.”
“Do it. Please.” I released him. It only took him a few seconds to get with the program and move behind me again. I lifted a leg in the air as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. I didn’t care if it would hurt more this way, I wanted to see his face as he pushed into me. I wanted him to collapse on top of me and hold me as we made love for the first time.
He poured a bit more lube on his fingers before shoving two into me. I considered protesting but knew I’d thank him later. He wasn’t a small guy; there was no way it wouldn’t hurt when he finally fucked me. “That’s it, baby. Relax and let me in.”
“Trying,” I ground out as he added another finger. Surely, that wasn’t necessary. The pressure kept building and my dick softened. That was not what I wanted to happen. I jerked away, done with being patient. “Just get to it, already.”
“Gee, how can I ignore such a romantic proposition,” Jay quipped. Before I could think of a witty retort, I felt the broad head of his dick nudging at my entrance. He pulled back, then pressed against my hole a bit harder. I breathed out, bearing down the way my research had said I should. It helped. He slipped in a bit deeper. “Fuck, that’s tight. I knew it would be, but not like this.”
I reached forward, curling the tips of my fingers into his thigh as he pressed deeper. When he paused, I pulled him forward, urging him to continue. I didn’t want him to stop until I felt his body against mine.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asked, tenderly rubbing his hand down my chest. “Still good?”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered breathlessly. I wasn’t even doing anything, but sweat broke out all over my body. Burning with need was something that sounded cliché until I fucking felt it. “Hurts, but in a good way.”
I wasn’t going to lie to Jay. He’d see right through me and pull back.
Finally, I felt him bottom out. Nothing I’d felt in my life could compare to the way I felt in that moment. It was completion and wholeness. I was part of Jay, and he was a part of me. And I needed him to move. “Please, Jay. Fuck me. Make me feel it.”
“Hmmm, you being a dirty little boy tonight?” His fingers dug into my hips as he straightened. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“Yeah, I want to feel it. Want to go back tomorrow and have everyone know how good you fucked me because it’ll hurt to sit down,” I pleaded. Dirty talk hadn’t been my thing, but as Jay sped up his thrusts, pounding his body against mine over and over, I kept going. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, but it was getting me what I wanted so there was no way I was going to stop.
I whimpered when he pulled out, grasping for him, wanting to feel him inside me again. My emptiness was short-lived as he flipped me onto my stomach. I sighed as I felt him push into me again.
Jay reached around and started jerking me off. If he’d noticed I wasn’t fully hard, he ignored the temporary inconvenience. I fisted my hands in the sheets as he drilled deep, his palm curling around the head of my dick on every upstroke. “Come for me, baby. Need to feel your ass like a vice around me. Make me come for you.”
He wanted me to make him come. I braced myself against the mattress and started rocking back, meeting every thrust, intensifying every sensation. Grunts and curses filled the room as his movements became erratic.
“Oh fuck! I can’t…gonna…please, Daddy!” I cried out, throwing my head back as the first jet of cum shot onto the mattress. My body jerked through the aftershocks until I fell into a boneless heap, Jay still pounding into me. “Come for me, Daddy.”
That was all it took. He made it two more thrusts before his teeth latched into my shoulder, stifling his curses as he came. His body collapsed on top of mine. As the haze of my orgasm cleared, I became aware of a very uncomfortable feeling beneath me. Talk about the ultimate buzzkill. “Daddy, we need to move. The bed’s all messy under me.”
Maybe I should feel bad that I’d regressed so easily after intense sex, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. I held my breath, waiting to see how Daddy would react.”
“Okay, buddy.” He rolled to the edge of the bed, curling his arms around me to pull me with him. “Let’s get cleaned up and then it’s time for bed.”
I stretched, letting out a big yawn. “Bed sounds good. But maybe we shouldn’t get too clean. I might want to get messy again later.”
Daddy chuckled as he slipped out of the bed. I was vaguely aware of him cleaning the cum from my stomach and very carefully wiping the lube from my bottom, but I never woke up. Apparently, sex made me even sleepier than blowjobs did.
16
Jayden
“Okay, so talk to me. You’re really Chase’s Daddy now?” I should have known something was up when Brandon asked me to help him make dinner. Chase and I had been leaving for my mom’s place every Friday when he got out of class and the guys had noticed. I knew Matt had asked Chase, but apparently that left Brandon with some questions. Brandon must have misunderstood my silence, and quickly added, “You know I’m not judging but I’m curious how that works.”
“Works just fine.” I knew my response came across as defensive, but I’d felt off-kilter all week and wasn’t really in the mood to talk about it. I pulled a bag of chicken nuggets out of the freezer and threw some on a sheet pan. Chase was too polite to say anything about it, but he wasn’t a fan of anything with a tomato-based sauce. He’d eat it and then be up half the night with an upset stomach, and I hated when he didn’t feel well.
“How deep into it does he go?” Brandon eyed the dinner I was making for Chase. I expected him to complain about me making something other than what he’d planned, but he surprised me by adding more nuggets to the tray before handing me a bag of tater tots.
“That’s something you should probably ask him.” I wasn’t completely sure how much he’d shared with Matt and didn’t feel comfortable talking about him without first talking to him. “You know he’s not going to eat that much, right?”
“I want to try something.” Brandon didn’t explain further as he went back to stirring the pot of sauce on the stove. I opened my mouth to question him at the same time he spoke up. “You know it’s just the four of us tonight, right? Zach and Daniel have some meeting, or so they said. Knowing them, they’re going out and didn’t want to offend us by trying to get us to one of the meat markets they go to. I just hope they don’t bring home a girl again. The girl they brought home last night was a screamer. And I think she’s watched too much porn, based on some of the noises she was making. Seriously, I don’t think me being gay is the reason she sounded insane moaning the way she was.”
Well, that was something I could have gone my entire life without knowing. “Glad I missed that.”
“I’m not fucking sure how,” Brandon grumb
led. Apparently, there was a reason for his surly mood today. “Seriously, pretty soon we’re going to have to have a meeting and talk about rules. The first one I’m going to propose is, if you’re with someone who insists on making noise, you damned well better find a way to gag them.”
I choked on the water I’d just taken a huge swig of, sputtering and dribbling water down my shirt. Brandon smacked me on the back a couple of times. “You okay?”
“Yep. Fine,” I choked out. I thought about the noises that might have been heard from our room over the past few weeks. Chase was not quiet when I sucked him off or played with his ass, and it was always a toss-up as to which he’d beg me for any given night.
“I’m not talking about you guys, you know that, right?” I looked up, and Brandon looked almost embarrassed to have brought it up. “Even if you were loud, it would be different.”
“How so?”
Brandon mangled the tomato he was trying to cut to put into a salad. If it was just the four of us tonight, and I was making nuggets and tots, he was making way too much food. As usual. “It just is. Sometimes it seems like they’re going out of their way to see if they can piss us off. You’re lucky that you’re on the other side of the suite from them.”
“Have you tried, oh, I don’t know, talking to them about it?” Spring break couldn’t come soon enough. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to play the peacemaker between my roommates, but this time I had better things to focus my time and attention on. “Zach can be a bit of a shit, but Daniel’s reasonable. If you tell him, he can reel Zach in.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Brandon shrugged. I leaned against the counter and watched him—really paid attention. As long as I’d known him, Brandon had been the calm, cool, and collected one of the bunch. He never let anything get to him. And yet, he was coming apart at the seams.
“You sure you’re okay?”