by Quinn Ward
At the time, I figured sex was like pizza. As good as it might be, it wasn’t something I needed to survive. While that’s still true, I’ve learned one thing about myself since then: while I may not need sex to survive, I wouldn’t feel truly alive without Daddy’s love…
These articles had become a journal I shared with the rest of the world. Maybe I should’ve been embarrassed by some of the stories I’d shared, but I couldn’t bring myself to feel an ounce of shame. I read through the rest of the article and hit send before I could second-guess myself. This was a common occurrence. Daddy said I needed to have faith in myself and listen to John when he told me how successful the site was, in part because of me.
“How in the world are you still not finished eating?” Daddy shook his head as he stalked across the room, took the laptop away from me, and stowed it on the top shelf of the closet. Neither of us thought that’d keep me from taking it if I truly wanted to mess around online, but it was a symbolic gesture. Today was supposed to be a little day until we left to meet my family, and little boys couldn’t reach the top shelf of the closet.
“Sorry, Daddy. I was going to eat, but then I wanted to look over the article one more time before I sent it off to John and I got distracted.” I stabbed a bite of my waffle and grimaced when I put it in my mouth. While this was my favorite breakfast, the same didn’t hold true when my food got cold and soggy.
Daddy took the plate from me and set it on the nightstand. “Did I give you permission to work today?”
“No, Daddy.” I pouted, running through all the things he might make me go without for disobeying him today. “I won’t do it again. I just… I told John I’d send the article to him by tonight and I know we have a busy day. If I’d sent it without reading over it one last time, I’d have worried I’d missed something and then I wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything today and that wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Daddy pressed a finger against my lips to silence me. “It’s okay, boy. I’m not angry with you, but you do need to remember there’s more to life than work. As happy as I am that you’ve found something you enjoy doing, you need to find some balance. But I have a way to help with that.”
“You do?” I sat up a bit straighter, hoping it was finally time for Daddy to show me what he’d been working on in the downstairs bedroom.
“Yes, and you’d already have your birthday surprise if you had listened to my directions earlier,” Daddy pointed out. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then you can see.”
Daddy didn’t get into the bath with me. That was a shame because bath time was always more fun when I got dirty before I got clean. Now that I’d realized I wasn’t sexually dead inside, just wired differently, I couldn’t get enough of Daddy. Anal was still something I could take or leave most of the time, but Daddy seemed to enjoy showing me all the other things we could do to get one another off.
I gripped my dick and started stroking slowly as I thought about all the things Daddy had taught me in the months we’d been together. Things I’d never dreamed I’d be into, like lying down on the bed while he milked my prostate until I was begging him to let me come. I couldn’t explain why that was one of my favorite ways to orgasm when having his dick up there was something I could take or leave depending on the day, but as Daddy pointed out, I didn’t need to understand why as long as it felt good.
“What are you doing in there?” Daddy called from the other side of the door. Immediately, I released my shaft, curling in on myself slightly.
“Nothing, Daddy?” I yelled back. Did he know what I was doing in here?
“You want some time in the corner to think about your answer?” He opened the door and pushed back the shower curtain, staring down at my erection. My hands moved to shield the evidence from him and he shook his head as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Are you supposed to be playing with yourself?”
“No, Daddy.” I licked my lips as Daddy stripped, stepping into the shower behind me.
“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he demanded, reaching around my body to tug on my balls.
“How good you make me feel.” It wasn’t a lie. Daddy plucked the shower poof off its hanger and started cleaning me, teasing me as he insisted I share the details of what had me so turned on. Every time his hand got close to my dick, I’d arch into his touch only to have him pull away. He hadn’t touched me there and yet I was about ready to explode.
He kneeled behind me, paying careful attention to my butt, dragging a finger across my hole but never entering me. I pushed back and he smacked me. The crack of his hand against my wet flesh hurt like hell, but I moaned anyway, craving more of the sensation. He landed a few more swats to my backside before leaning forward to turn off the water.
“Last chance to follow directions, Angel,” he warned me. “I want you to go into the bedroom and wait for me. Don’t touch yourself any more than is necessary to dry off. I’m going to get part of your birthday present and I’ll be right back. I expect you to be on the bed waiting for me.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I wouldn’t fail him again. I could focus for a few minutes.
I grimaced as I entered the bedroom. Our blankets were neatly folded in a pile and there was a simple white sheet covering the bed. Even from this distance, I could tell it wasn’t one of the soft sheets Daddy insisted on us buying. I wasn’t sure how, but it just looked scratchy.
Hearing Daddy coming up the stairs, I quickly dried off and hung my towel on the hook behind the door. I frowned as my butt landed on the mattress; the sheets were even scratchier than they’d looked. But I forgot about my discomfort soon enough. My mouth watered when Daddy rounded the corner, naked and carrying a wrapped birthday present.
“Happy birthday, Teo.” He handed me the package and stood before me. I couldn’t have cared less about whatever was under the wrapping paper. Daddy cocked his head to the side as if to say, Are you going to open your gift or just sit there all day?
I tore into the paper, revealing… an art kit? That was strange. As I lifted the lid, Daddy moved around behind me and sat at the head of the bed. I laughed when everything clicked in my mind. Inside the box was a collection of edible art supplies. When I turned around to thank Daddy for my gift, he was waiting for me with outstretched arms. “You like it?”
“I love it, Daddy.” I pulled out the paint pens and started doodling on his chest. Every time I made a mistake, I leaned in to lick away the paint, earning me moans of appreciation.
I was certain the supplies were created by someone who figured body painting could be fun foreplay, but I fell into a groove, trying to turn Daddy’s body into a masterpiece. First, I drew a landscape across his entire torso. Once I was satisfied with the outline, I carefully put the pens away and pulled out the palette of paints.
Daddy sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth as I worked on the water spanning from one hip to the other. The white sheets made sense when I rested my hands on either side of his body to steady myself as I bent down to lick a stripe up his length.
Once I tasted him, I forgot all about what I had been doing. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft and swirled my tongue around the ridge near the tip of his dick. Daddy’s fingers tangled in my hair as he guided my movements, bucking up enough to remind me he was in control without making me feel like I couldn’t breathe. He fucked my mouth until I swore he was about to explode, then pushed me away.
“Focus, Angel. There will be time for that later.” I considered pointing out that he seemed happy enough to forget about art time, shuddering when I remembered his earlier threat of quiet time if I didn’t follow directions.
By the time I finished my masterpiece, both of us were achingly hard. I stared down at Daddy’s torso, wondering if it’d be okay for me to take a picture of him this way. Knowing me the way he did, Daddy stretched to my side of the bed, handing me my phone. “Go ahead, Angel.”
I snapped a few pictures before lying down next to Daddy. We should cl
ean up, but I wanted a few minutes like this. Daddy pressed his lips to my forehead as he reached down and started stroking my dick.
“Let’s take care of this and then I’ll show you the rest of your presents.” I didn’t bother telling Daddy there was nothing else I needed.
He pushed me onto my back and settled between my thighs, licking up one side of my shaft and then the other as if I were an ice cream cone. I closed my eyes and settled into the moment, pushing away any thoughts that didn’t involve what Daddy was doing to me right then. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes before my balls tightened and my body seized. I came with a shout when Daddy pressed a finger inside of me.
The orgasms were so much more intense when he played with my ass, and by the time my body stilled, I didn’t have an ounce of energy left to even thank Daddy for taking care of me. He brushed the damp hair away from my forehead and told me to sleep. He draped an arm over my body and I smiled, knowing he’d still be there when I woke up.
(Levi)
“Is the blindfold necessary?” Matteo complained as I led him through the downstairs hallway. It’d been difficult keeping him out of the spare bedroom, which as far as he knew was going to be nothing more than my home office, but I had a surprise for him.
“Necessary? Possibly not, but I know you well enough to know you’ll try peeking if I simply told you to close your eyes.” Matteo wasn’t good with surprises and was always trying to get me to tell him what was going to happen. This was a birthday present for him, but it was also something special for us. I opened the door and guided him into the office, standing behind him as I pulled off the blindfold.
He froze, and I heard him gasp when he took in the way I’d transformed the room. One side was indeed an office area where I could do editing for Denny from home, but the other side of the room was set up nearly identical to the play area set in the studio where we’d had our first encounter, with a few touches to make it my boy’s space. John had cut me a sweet deal on the items in exchange for me agreeing to submit an article of my own to the website.
The walls were painted a pale blue with white wainscoting along the bottom and a train border where the colors met. I’d purchased and hand painted wooden letters which spelled “Angel” to hang on the wall over his art area. A second low table sat in the corner, custom designed for playing with his building blocks.
“How did you pull this off?” The wonder in Matteo’s voice was all I needed to know I’d picked out a perfect present for him.
“You like it, Angel?” I slid my hands around to his stomach, tugging gently at the hem of the race car T-shirt I’d dressed him in after our mid-morning nap.
“It’s perfect!”
I followed Teo over to the toy box and watched him pull out a coloring book and the biggest box of crayons I’d been able to find at the store. He sat at his table and flipped the book open to the first page. I stood over him for a few minutes, then moved to the plush glider at the edge of the area.
Everything about today had been orchestrated to bring us full circle. Later, we’d join his family for dinner to celebrate his birthday, but first I wanted to remind him how much I loved being his daddy. And maybe, to a certain extent, I needed to remind myself that even though Teo was taking more control of his life, he was still my little boy.
Next month, start college classes, this time without anyone else’s expectations placed on his shoulders. Every day, he discovered a little more about the man he hoped to become, and I was honored to be part of his journey. As far as I was concerned, he was already the man I planned to spend the rest of my life with.
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Adventure - Tony & Enzo’s story
“Are you and Tony together now or what?” Enzo asked, his head lolling to the side so he can look at me. Seems Tony might not be the only Marino brother who’s feeling no pain. But he’s still in the tipsy range, as opposed to Tony, who’s snoring in the back seat.
“Tony and I are… complicated,” I told him, wincing because it sounded so damn cliche. “We have fun together, but we’re not exclusive or anything. What about you? Anyone special in your life?”
Enzo glanced over his shoulder, quickly turning back to the front seat. His silence spoke volumes, as did the slow sigh. “No, I keep busy enough with work I don’t really have time for much else.”
“That’s a damn shame.” Taking a chance, I reached over and squeezed his knee. “You can’t work yourself to death.”
“Not like there’s a lot of prospects on the table right now anyway.” He snorted, as if something funny had just crossed his mind.
“That can’t be true,” I argued. “You’re a good-looking guy with a sense of humor. What’s not to love?”
“Can we just drop it?” Enzo let out a huff before twisting in his seat so he could stare out the window. I could drop it, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to find out what secrets Enzo kept and, if my growing assumption was correct, show him not everyone would judge him for what he wanted.
Tony’s snores were the only noise in the car for a while. It spoke volumes that I didn’t need to ask directions to their place. More often than not, I wound up following Tony home when I closed down the bar, because my place was off-limits.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I touched a nerve back there,” I apologized when I couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“Not your fault,” Enzo responded, letting me off the hook. But it was. I knew what he was hiding, or at least I thought I did, and I’d still pushed to get him to say it.
“Would it make you feel any better if I told you you could tell me just about anything and I wouldn’t think less of you for it?” I offered, quickly adding, “Unless you’re into fucking livestock or something.”
“Your bar is really that low?” Enzo asked, forcing a laugh I could tell he didn’t feel.
“Pretty much. I’ve never really worried too much about other people’s sex lives or desires.” I placed a hand on his knee again, testing to see if he’d flinch away from me. He didn’t, and both of us relaxed a bit. “Society has a lot of rules that don’t make a whole lot of sense. As far as I’m concerned, if you’re happy and the person or people you’re with are too, that’s all that matters.”
“So you don’t think it’s weird to be with more than one person at the same time?” Enzo’s voice was filled with uncertainty, like he needed someone to tell him he wasn’t weird.
“Not at all,” I responded, giving his knee a squeeze. He looked up at me and smiled. It wasn’t much more than one corner of his mouth lifting, but it was a start. “In fact, I think a lot of relationship problems could be solved if people were honest about what they needed. Sometimes, that means you can’t get everything you need from one person. Hell, as much as I enjoy being in a relationship, sometimes it’s too much damn pressure to feel like I’m supposed to be someone’s everything.”
“When you say it like that, it makes a lot of sense.” Enzo let out a small sigh and his shoulders relaxed. “But that’s not all of it for me. And it’s not something I’m ready to talk about. No offense, but we don’t know one another well enough to share all of our secrets.”
“Fair enough.” Enzo shocked me by placing his hand over mine as I went to move it back to my side of the car. “And if you’re up for it, maybe that’s something
we could work on.”
“What’s that?”
“Getting to know one another,” I clarified.
“Why?”
“Because you’re an intriguing man,” I complimented him.
Enzo shrugged. “I’m really not. I’m the one who tries to lurk in the shadows so no one notices me.”
“And that, my new friend, is a damn shame.”
Before the conversation could turn any more serious, we arrived at Tony and Enzo’s apartment complex. I pulled into the stall I knew was reserved for Tony and turned off the engine. “Think we’ll be able to wake him?”
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About Quinn Ward
Quinn is a non-binary ace author of LGBTQ romance. Despite growing up in a liberal area of the Midwest, they always thought there were limited identities a person could claim, but none of them fit. It was partly through the LGBTQ book community online that they began to realize there was more to life than being cisgender and straight, gay, or bi.
Throughout everything, the one constant in Quinn’s life has been writing. It’s the piece of their life they’ve never questioned. It’s their safe harbor, sometimes their escape from everything that’s worrying them. And in 2018, they’re taking the next step and publishing the stories that have kept them sane.
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