by B J Smyth
Letting Go - Daddy Bear 5
Copyright © 2019 by B.J. Smyth
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Letting Go
Daddy Bear 5
B.J. Smyth
Frank & Carter
Romantic Relationship.
Romance
Is an emotional feeling of love for, or a strong attraction towards, another person, and the courtship behaviours undertaken by an individual to express those overall feelings and resultant emotions.
Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 1.
CARTER
I sit on the sofa in the flat, waiting for Brandon to come home. My hands sweating and stomach knotting as I go over what I will say to him in my mind. As much as I’m angry with him about the incident the other night, I’ve shared a flat with him for a long time and we very close.
I hear the flat door open and my stomach churns tighter as I sit, quietly hoping he is alone. He seems startled as he walks into the lounge.
“Hey,” I say with a hesitant smile and a wave.
“Oh, fuck, Carter, you made me jump. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here.”
“Sorry, I thought I should come and talk to you.”
He drops his bag at the side of the chair and slouches onto the seat opposite me. “How are you doing? I’m sorry about what happened. I’ve been messaging you but got no replies, so I guessed you were still pissed with me. Even thought about coming to the bank to talk to you, but I didn’t know what you would have told them.”
“I’m okay. It was the shock that night more than anything that scared me. Sorry, but I wasn’t up to chatting before today.”
“So, where have you been staying the last few days?” he asks, knowing I would have been with Frank.
“I’ve been at Frank’s house, just getting my head together. I’ve not been to work yet; I phoned in sick.”
“Look, I won’t ever do that again. It scared the Shit outta me,” he replies, trying to reassure me.
“It doesn’t matter, Brandon, I’m moving in with Frank. He asked me to and I have decided it is for the best.” I blurt out the words in a rush of nerves.
“What, you’re moving out because of one incident?” he says, surprised by my statement.
“One incident … it was hardly something small, that guy could have raped me, or killed me. I think it was serious enough to get away from this place so it never happens again,” I snap back at him as I’m taken back by his reaction.
“Well, where does that leave me? You know I can’t afford the flat on my own, that’s why we agreed to share.” Any worry for me is removed from his voice.
Typical Brandon, the focus is all about him, no concern for what I went through.
“I’m sure you will find someone else to share with,” I reply, feeling hurt by his lack of interest in how I am feeling.
He stands up and paces across the room. “Great, so you’re just going to walk away and leave me to deal with the shit here.” His voice gets louder, the tone sarcastic and angry.
“It is your fault we ended up in this position. I tried to talk to you before about how dangerous it can be inviting people you don’t know back to the flat for sex, but you wouldn’t listen,” I snap back at him, feeling my body tense from his words.
How can he be so nonchalant about the incident? He invites two guys he has never met into our flat for sex. When I get out of bed to complain about the noise. One of the guys tries to force himself on me then beats me when I say I’m not interested.
“Yeah, okay, I know it was my fault and I’m sorry. I just said it won’t happen again. Do you want me to beg for forgiveness?”
“I’m sorry, Brandon, it’s too late for apologies. It happened and I’m not giving you a chance to do it again. I have made my mind up; I’m going to move into Frank’s.”
“Thanks, you’re leaving me in the shit. Well, don’t come crawling back here when he fucks off with someone else, after all, he is not the most trustworthy guy.” He spits the words with anger.
I stand up as he badmouths Frank. “What is that supposed to mean?” I yell at him.
“Oh,” he laughs as the sarcasm increases in his voice, “you’re that fucking close to him. He hasn’t even told you about what happened between me and him that night you went off to get the cream from the shops.”
My blood boils with rage and I see red. “What,” I shout at him. “What did you do?” I lunge at him, pushing him back against the wall. My face inches from his as I pin his arms to the wall. “What did you do, Brandon?” I scream at him.
He pushes me away, “I’m not saying anything. Why don’t you ask your precious Frank what happened? And while you’re there find out what else he is keeping secret from you,” he shouts in my face.
I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as I stare at him. My body is shaking with anger, my fists clenched tight. I can see the satisfaction on his face knowing he has hurt me. That’s Brandon. If you do something that hurts him, he hits you back where it will hurt you more. “So, if something happened, why didn’t you tell me before? Or is it because you tried it on with him?”
“Yeah, right, ’cause he is the fucking god of daddies that everyone one wants,” he says in his bitchiest voice.
I’m trying to be logical in my head and work out why Frank would have said nothing, why Brandon said nothing until now. But my thoughts are all over the place. I came here to tell him I’m moving and he throws this at me.
“So, when are you coming to get your stuff, so I can make sure I’m not around?” he asks trying to change the subject.
“Thursday during the day.”
“Good.” He grabs his bag as he stomps out of the lounge, slamming his bedroom door behind him before I can say anything else.
I know there is no point trying to get Brandon to talk to me, I’ve seen him do the same thing to other friends. The only person I will get the answers from is Frank. I head back towards Frank’s house, taking a long walk through the park. Wondering what they could have done; I was only gone minutes when I left them alone in the flat.
Why hasn’t Frank mentioned it? Now I know why Frank was reluctant to come back to the flat after that night. I need to calm down; I try to stop the thoughts racing in my head from taking hold before I speak to Frank. So, he will have a chance to explain.
Chapter 2.
CARTER
I’ve been dwelling on what Brandon said to me. I’ve tried my best not to, as I know I can blow things out of proportion, but
I just can’t control my emotions. Knowing my own thoughts are my worst enemy, but I know Brandon, so something must have happened.
Hearing the door open, my body tenses as Frank drops his bag on the floor in the hall. “Hey, my boy, I’m home. Where are you?”
“I’m in the lounge,” I call back, trying to control the tone of my voice.
Frank appears at the doorway and smiles at me as he loosens the tie around his neck and slips it off, undoing the top button of his shirt. “Hey, are you okay?” His smile changes to a frown as he sees the look on my face. “What’s up? I take it your chat with Brandon about moving out did not go well.” He walks towards me.
“What happened between you and Brandon the night I left you in the flat together?” I shout at him, not moving from the sofa.
Stopping dead in the middle of the room, I watch his face closely to see his reaction. “What has he said?” he asks.
I can feel the tears building as I take a deep breath. “He said you did something whilst I was out. What? What did you do?” My tears flow down my cheeks as I say the words out loud.
“That little fuck is poison. I did nothing; Brandon dropped his joggers and waved his cock in my face. That’s what happened, I swear.” His voice a mixture of apology and anger.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask as I wipe my eyes, my body still tense.
“It was early days for us, I didn’t know where we were heading, and I didn’t want to damage the friendship between you and Brandon over something and nothing. I thought it was the right thing to do,” he says, his voice calming and honest.
I place my head in my hands. “He made it sound like you had done a lot more than that.”
Frank walks over and kneels down in front of me, he gently lifts my chin and looks deep into my eyes. “That is all that happened, I promise.” His voice has a low reassuring growl to it. “He is trying to hurt you, play with you, he knows how your mind works. Plant a seed and let it grow.” He grabs my hands and entwines his fingers with mine, squeezing my hands. “Maybe I was wrong for not telling you, but I never did anything with him.”
I sniff, my cheeks wet. “I’ve been thinking about this since he told me.”
“Aww, baby come here.” He leans forward, pulling me into his chest and hugging me tight. “You’re my world, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” he whispers in my ear, then he kisses my cheek softly.
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. We cuddle in silence; the warmth of his breath feels soothing against my neck. After a while, he pulls back from me.
“Have you arranged a day to collect your things?”
“Yes, I said I would get them with you on Thursday.”
“Well, I hope for his sake he is not there when we get there. He has a lot to answer for.”
“He said he would make sure he is not around.”
“Good, I don’t want to ever see him again. It’s time for you to let go of him, he’s poison.”
“Yes, I know.”
He kisses me softly, then stands and pulls me up from the sofa, hugging me tightly. “Now let me see that smile, boy.”
I wipe the tears from my face and give him a sweet, innocent smile.
“That’s better, now pour us a drink whilst I go upstairs and change,” he says, giving me one more kiss.
I know he is right. I’ve always known how spiteful Brandon can be; he played me earlier filling my mind with enough information for me to dwell on. I walk to the kitchen and pour two glasses of wine, taking them back to the sofa.
Frank comes back in the room wearing his joggers and T-shirt; I like seeing him relaxed at home. I’m sure we will get along great living together.
Chapter 3.
FRANK
I’m woken by Carter kissing the side of my neck, his fingers gently stroking my chest hair. I let out an approving moan and stretch my legs, my hard cock rubbing against the cotton of the duvet. His kisses and licks from my neck to my nipple, teasing it between his lips, and my chest tingles as my nipple stiffens.
His fingers trail softy down over my abs and my cock is rock hard as the smooth skin of his fingers touch it. Easing the skin back from the head, my leaking pre-cum helps his hand slide my foreskin back. I let out a low growl of pleasure as he pulls my skin back hard.
His lips follow the same trail as his fingers down over my abs, kissing me lightly. He pushes the duvet off the bed as his mouth reaches the wet slit of my cock; the cool air of the room makes my skin tingle.
I watch him as he licks the pre-cum from the head, holding my skin back tight along the shaft. The inside of his mouth feels warm as it closes around my cock. His sweet boyish eyes look up at me. I lay still, allowing my boy to fill his mouth with my hard cock. As he shifts on the bed, I feel his hard, leaking cock rub against my leg. He slides his mouth down my cock, taking my full length deep in his throat before pulling it back out. I moan louder as he sucks the head of my cock. Looking down at him, I can see my cock throbbing in his mouth. He continues licking and sucking the head, my cock wet with saliva and pre-cum. Pulling it out of his mouth, he looks back up at me.
“Morning, Daddy, can I ride your cock?” His voice is shallow and seductive, each breath feels warm against my wet cock.
“Morning, my boy, yes, you can.”
As the last word leaves my mouth, he shifts to straddle my body. His eyes fixed on my face, his smile stretched wide across his, he licks his bottom lip and bites it. Gripping my cock, he moves the head between his arse cheeks, pressing it to his hole.
We both moan together as he gradually lowers himself. My cock sliding deep inside his wet, sweaty hole, he grinds against me, throwing his head back as I push up from the bed. Gently rocking on my cock, his own cock is hard and dripping pre-cum onto my stomach. I reach down, rubbing my hand over his cock, using his pre-cum to lubricate my hand as I grip his cock tight. He closes his eyes and rocks back and forth, his cock thrusting into my hand as mine pulses deep inside him.
Thrusting faster against me, I can feel my balls tightening. I fist his cock harder, sending him over the edge, and warm cum shoots onto my chest as he moans loudly, grinding my cock deeper inside him. I let go of his cock and grab his hips, pulling him down on me as I push up from the bed. His hands press down and pull on the cum-soaked hair on my chest.
I roar as my cock explodes inside him; he grinds me deeper, taking my load before collapsing onto my chest. His smooth, sweating chest rubs against my sticky, sweaty chest hair. We both pant for breath as my cock softens and slips out of him. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight to my chest.
“That was a great wake up call, my boy,” I say, kissing the top of his head.
“Thank you, Daddy.” He replies still breathless.
We lay cuddling together as our bodies recover from our orgasms. The warmth between us feels so good, it feels so right having him safe in my arms.
After a while I get up and shower before heading down to make breakfast whilst Carter showers.
I have booked a rental van for today so we can go to the flat and collect all of his belongings. Carter has been going to the flat during the day whilst Brandon was at work over the last couple of days, packing his things to get ready for the move today.
As I place the plates of poached eggs on toast on the table, Carter walks into the kitchen, giving me a kiss.
“Well, today is the big day. How are you feeling?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, kind of sad it has ended this way at the flat, but excited about living here with you.”
We both sit down to eat. “It is the right thing to do, Brandon has issues and I would never rest with you living there.”
He smiles. “I know. Now you can take care of me always.”
“Yes, it’s you and me now. Better eat up as we have a busy day and I don’t want to run into Brandon.”
“I’m sure he will stay out of the way today; he knows we’re coming over to clear my stuff.”
“Good.”
After breakfast, we head to the rental place and pick up the van, then head to the flat and load it with Carter’s belongings. Once everything is in the van, we are both standing in the empty bedroom, a bed and wardrobe is all that remains.
“Is that everything? Nothing left in the lounge or kitchen?”
“No, that’s everything.” The sadness is showing on his face.
I pull him close to my body, wrapping my arms around him as I look deep into his eyes, hugging him tight. “Hey, don’t look so sad, our new future begins now. Let me see you smile.”
A half smile crosses his lips before he buries his face into my neck. “Yep, a new future with my Daddy.”
I lift his head and softly kiss his lips. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
We leave the flat. Carter locks the front door and pushes the keys through the letterbox. His final goodbye to life with Brandon.
Chapter 4.
CARTER
I was awake early this morning as I wanted to have breakfast with Frank before he went to work. As he gets into his car, I wave to him, then close the front door of the house. Leaning back against the door, my heart sinks as I listen to the silence in the house. I take a deep breath and try to control my thoughts. Now I need to adjust to this being my home and not just Frank’s house.
We put all of my stuff into the spare room yesterday so I can take my time sorting it out. Frank has made some space in the wardrobes in his bedroom for me to put my clothes. Brandon’s words to me about Frank are still playing heavily on my mind, do I really know him? Can I trust him?
I head upstairs and start unpacking my things trying to forget about Brandon and what he said. It seems strange being here without Frank. Looking around his bedroom there is one photo frame on the chest of drawers. I pick it up and sit down on the edge of the bed. Frank is in the photo smiling and standing next to his Mum. Well, I assume it is his Mum as I’ve never met her; she looks old and frail. I wonder if one day he will take me on one of his trips with her as I would love to meet her.