Letting Go

by B J Smyth

  “It’s nice and peaceful,” he says, his voice deep and mature.

  “Yeah, I love it here.”

  He turns to face me. “I’ve never seen you around before where are you from?”

  “Essex, I just arrived here a while ago,” I mumble, reluctant to speak to him.

  “Are you down for a holiday?”

  “No, I, err…” I can feel the tears burning the back of my eyes as I try to hold them back. “I just needed to go somewhere.”

  “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”

  “It’s okay, I wanted to go somewhere I feel comfortable and this place has nice memories.”

  “I’m Malcom,” he says, holding out his hand to me.

  “I’m Carter,” I reply gripping his hand. He feels warm, making me realise how cold my hands are feeling.

  “You feel cold. Have you been sitting here long?” he says, still holding my hand, which makes me feel uncomfortable.

  “Not long, it must be the sea breeze,” I reply shaking my hand loose.

  “So, how long are you staying down here for?” he asks.

  “I’m not sure yet, I still need to find a place to stay tonight.”

  He smiles at me and places his hand on my shoulder. “No pressure, but you’re welcome to stay at my place if you want a warm bed for the night.” Something in his voice triggers memories of the incident in the flat.

  I edge away from him shrugging his hand from my shoulder. “Thanks, but I would rather find a hotel,” I reply abruptly.

  “Okay, well it was nice to meet you, Carter, I hope you find what you’re looking for down here,” he replies as he stands. “You’re a cute lad. Stay safe.”

  “Thanks,” I reply, glancing swiftly at his face then back at the ground.

  He smiles, winks, then walks away. My heartbeat is racing and my muscles feel tight and twisted as I watch him walk off along the pier. I wait for him to get out of sight, then I head off to find a place to stay.

  There’s a hotel a little way along the seafront with a vacancy sign in the window, so I go inside.

  The receptionist smiles. “Can I help you?”

  “Could I get a room for the night?” I ask.

  “I’m sorry, we’re fully booked. I should have taken the vacancies sign down.”

  “Okay, do you know anywhere that might have a room?”

  “Try the Travelodge further along the front, they may have spaces for late bookings.”

  “Thanks.”

  I leave the hotel and walk along the road; my neck tingles as I feel like I’m being watched. I stop walking and look around, but don’t see anyone paying any attention to me, just couples walking along the seafront holding hands as I had done before with Frank. My heart sinks as I remember walking with him hand in hand.

  I see the sign for the Travelodge glowing in the distance and I step up my pace. The noise of people talking loudly and laughing outside a pub add to my anxiety. I’m still feeling vulnerable after meeting Malcom on the Pier. As I walk past an alleyway, I feel a hand grab my shoulder from behind pulling me backwards, my body tenses and I scream out as stumble, turning to see who it is that grabbed me.

  “Oh, sorry man, I thought you were my friend.” A guy similar age to me says. He is more than a little drunk as I look at him, frozen like a rabbit in car headlights.

  My heart is thudding like a jackhammer in my chest as I stare at him, unable to speak, scared into silence. I quickly turn away without speaking and rush across the road to the Travelodge.

  “Sorry!” he shouts after me.

  I hope they have a room. I will pay anything just to feel safe.

  A lad on the reception smiles as I rush in the door, out of breath my face flushed red.

  “Good evening,” he says, a slight Spanish accent to his voice as he smiles at me.

  “Evening, do you have any rooms available?” I ask, breathless from the scare.

  “One minute, sir, I will check for you.” I stare at him as he taps on the keyboard in front of him. “Yes, we have a double room, one hundred pounds for the night.”

  “Great, I will take it,” I reply, thankful they have one.

  He takes my card for payment, hands me a key card, then directs me towards the lifts to my room on the tenth floor. I thank him and he wishes me a good stay as I head to the room. Once I’m in the room I close and lock the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief as I feel safe.

  I drop my bag and collapse on the bed. Checking my phone, I remember I had switched it to flight mode at the station, and when I switch it back on several voicemail messages appear on the screen from Frank. I lay down and play back the messages. My eyes well as I hear Frank’s voice, the worry and concern getting stronger with each message. By the time I listen to them, all tears are running down my cheeks. Now I feel such an idiot running off down here.

  What was I thinking? I have a chance to build something special with Frank and I’m putting that at risk with my silly actions? I could kick myself for being so childish. I need to trust him, he must care about me or why would he be chasing me to find out where I’ve gone.

  I wipe my eyes and then clear my throat so he can’t tell I’ve been crying. Then I dial his number.

  Chapter 13.

  FRANK

  The sound of my phone ringing makes me jump, I grab it and see Carter’s face on the screen.

  “Hello, Carter,” I say.

  “Hello, it’s me,” he says in a soft voice.

  I want to shout at him after worrying and panicking about him for hours. I imagine that must be the way a parent feels when they lose a child in a shopping centre. But having upset him once today, I try to keep my voice calm.

  “Where are you? I’ve been trying to call you.”

  “I know, sorry. I put my phone into flight mode and forgot. I’m in a Travelodge in Brighton.”

  “Brighton?” My voice rises a pitch with surprise. “What are you doing there?”

  “You told me to get out of your life,” he says. I can hear the distress in his voice.

  “Oh, you’re a silly sod, I was just angry at the time. Of course, I didn’t mean that.”

  “I thought I had pushed you too far. You’ve said nothing like that to me before.” He makes muffled noises and I know he’s crying and trying to hide it.

  “Carter, don’t get upset. You just say things sometimes that cut at me; I’m trying to do things right to stop you worrying and you seem to read the wrong things into my actions all the time. I want you to get over your insecurities and trust me.”

  “I know, I’m sorry, I know I was being stupid. I feel so foolish coming down here,” he says, no longer trying to hide his crying.

  “Which Travelodge are you in? I will come down there.”

  “The one near the seafront,” he replies. Hearing him so upset is upsetting me.

  “Okay, sit tight. I will phone you when I get down there.”

  “Okay.”

  I hang up the phone, grab my car keys, lock up the house, and drive to Brighton.

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  The roads are reasonably clear and I was doing a good speed so it only took a little more than an hour to get to Brighton. I park the car and walk to the Travelodge, phoning Carter when I’m almost at the door.

  “Hey, my boy, I’m almost here. Can you come down and meet me in reception?” I say.

  “Yeah, on my way,” he replies, sounding a lot happier than earlier.

  It’s late, so they lock the reception doors. I stand outside until Carter opens the door, looking sheepishly at me.

  “Come here, my boy,” I say, opening my arms for him to hug me. He wraps his arms around me, hugging me tight as I crush him to my chest. The feeling of him so close to me makes everything feel right. My cock stiffens as my boy clings to me. “Let’s go up to your room. You’ve been a naughty boy and daddy needs to punish you,” I whisper in his ear.

  A smile spreads across his face as I follow him into the lift. He presses the b
utton for floor ten and once the door closes I push him against the wall of the lift. My mouth meets his as our tongues entwine in intense passion. I grind my cock against him, feeling his own cock harden against mine. My need for him takes over my senses, I slide my hand between our bodies and grab his hard cock. Holding back the temptation to pull his clothes off in the lift, I kiss from his lips to his ear. “Daddy is going to spank you hard.”

  He doesn’t reply, but I feel is body relax against me, giving himself to me. He knows he has been bad and deserves punishment. As the lift reaches our floor, I pull away from him and adjust myself in case someone is waiting beyond the opening doors.

  Carter slips out the doors and, grabbing my hand, he pulls me towards the room. Closing the room door behind me, I lock it and then turn to face Carter.

  “Come here,” I demand.

  He walks closer to me, but not close enough. I grab the waistband of his trousers and pull him against me. Staring in his eyes, I slide my other hand down the back of his trousers pushing my finger against his hole. “You need a spanking, boy, for running away,” I say with a low growl.

  His eyes flicker with excitement, then widen as I press my finger deeper into him. “Take off your trousers,” I say as I control him with my finger. He squeezes his hands between us, undoes his trousers, and drops them to the floor. “Now remove your shirt.”

  His only reply is a whimper as I twist my finger a little deeper inside him.

  He unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor, revealing his smooth chest. The sight of him in his tight white undies, staring up at me, makes my cock throb harder.

  I pull my finger from his arse. Walking past him, I sit on the edge of the bed, my cock straining against my boxers and suit trousers. “Come here,” I growl. He slips his feet out of his trousers and walks towards me, standing in front of me. His cock stretches the front of his briefs, the wet patch giving away his excitement as he stares at me. I’m still wearing my work suit. “Bend over my knees.”

  Without a word, he kneels and bends across my leg. I shift him so I can trap his cock between my thighs. I trace my fingers lightly down his lower back, running them along the waistband of his briefs. I can feel his cock hardening between my legs as my own aches to be free. Sliding my fingers under the waistband, I push the briefs down off his arse, just enough to reveal his smooth white cheeks. I slide my hand over his arse cheeks, the feel of his soft skin making my cock leak in my boxers.

  Raising my hand, I slap it down hard against his arse and he yelps with pain, the force of my hand hitting him pushes his cock deeper between my thighs. “Are you a bad boy?” I ask, my voice deep and rasping.

  “Yes, Daddy,” he whispers as his arse burns a deep red.

  I slap him hard again, the slap echoing around the room. “I can’t hear you. What did you say?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” he says louder as he squirms against my legs.

  Before the burn on his arse can fade, I slap him hard again and he yelps out loud. I suck two fingers into my mouth, licking and wetting them before pushing them between his burning cheeks, deep into his hole. He moans loudly as I twist them deeper, rubbing against his prostate, making him grind his cock between my thighs. My pre-cum is seeping through my suit trousers.

  “Are you going to be a good boy from now on?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” he replies, breathless and panting as I continue pleasuring his hole. The glow of his arse is fading. I pull my fingers out of him and slap his arse hard again, then push my fingers back deep inside him. “You better be good or daddy will have to punish you more.”

  “I will be good. I promise.” The whimper in his voice tells me he has had enough spanks. “Stand up.”

  He crawls off my legs and stands in front of me, his briefs still down off his arse cheeks and the front stretched by his hard cock, soaked with his pre-cum. I grab his cheeks and pull him forward, pushing his cock against my lips. I bite and lick his cock head through the material as my fingers play with his hole. He moans loudly as I pull down his briefs to free his cock. I lick up his shaft and take him into my mouth, tasting is his pre-cum, taking his full length into my throat.

  Sliding his cock in and out of my mouth as my fingers push into his arse, his thrusts get faster, his moans louder. Then he grabs the side of my head, his warm cum exploding into my mouth, he roars and bucks against my face. My boy’s load fills my mouth as my fingers fuck his arse.

  I push him face down onto the bed as he gasps and pants for breath, his body still shaking from his orgasm. Swiftly undoing my trousers, I pull them down with my boxers and free my throbbing cock. I climb on top of him, pushing my aching cock head into his hole. Pinning him to the bed with my weight, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall, suit jacket, shirt, and tie on the top half, bare arse naked on the bottom with my trousers around my ankles. The sight turns me on more as I thrust slow and deep into his arse. His moans beneath me are breathless as he calls out, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me harder.”

  I don’t need any encouragement as my thrusts get faster, his tight boy arse pulling me deep inside, clenching around my shaft. Lying down on his back, my mouth close to his ear, I whisper, “You’re daddy’s boy now.” I groan as I feel my balls tightening to my body. Sliding my hands under his chest I hold him tight against mine. I ram my cock into him, pounding him hard and fast as I feel my load building. A final deep thrust into him and my cum shoots deep inside as I roar into his ear. I hold my cock deep in his arse as my load fills him. I grind myself slowly deeper as I try to catch my breath, before rolling off him onto my back beside him.

  He crawls up against me and snuggles against my chest as we both pant for breath.

  “Fuck, that was hot, Carter,” I say between breaths.

  “It sure was. Watching you fuck me in your suit in the mirror…”

  “One to add to our list,” I reply with a laugh.

  “Yes, indeed, Daddy.”

  “Let me get undressed, then we can get some sleep. We can talk in the morning.”

  I take off my suit and hang it neatly on the rail, as I will have to wear it home tomorrow. Then I climb back into bed naked and Carter snuggles back against me. I wrap my arm around his chest, before drifting off to sleep.

  Chapter 14.

  CARTER

  I feel Frank’s cock twitching against my arse, so I snuggle back against him. He slides his arm around my chest and pulls me tighter against him.

  “Morning,” he whispers in my ear.

  I entwine my fingers with his and squeeze his hand. “Morning, how did you sleep?”

  “Very well, this bed is so comfortable.”

  “Yes, it is, and so is being cuddled up to your hairy chest,” I reply.

  “This is how every morning should be for us, from now on,” he says.

  “I hope so,” I say, a warm fuzzy feeling stirring in my stomach.

  Frank kisses the back of my neck. “So, are you making tea?”

  “Yes, okay.” I turn to face him and kiss him. “As it’s you.”

  “How many other men have you woken up in bed with then?” he says with a laugh.

  “Oh, that would be telling.” I snigger and slide out of the bed.

  Frank rolls onto his back and watches me as I walk around naked, filling the little kettle from the sink in the shower room. I place it down and switch it on, then climb back into bed whilst it boils.

  “So, why did you come to Brighton?” he asks.

  “I felt so comfortable here last time I was with you, I wanted to come back.

  “It is a nice place and I feel comfortable here as well.

  I lean on my arm and look at him, “Maybe we could live here one day,” I say.

  He strokes the side of my face. “Would that make you happy?”

  “Yes, totally, then we could be ourselves, a couple both inside and outside the house,” I reply enthusiastically.

  The kettle clicks as it finishes boiling, I get back off the bed and make
the tea, placing a cup either side of the bed. Then I lay back down next to Frank.

  “What’s up? You look deep in thought,” I say.

  “Let’s do it,” he replies.

  “Let’s do what?”

  “Let’s move here. I can do my job from here and visit Mum, you might be able to get a transfer to a branch down here,” he says.

  My heart skips with excitement as I’m taken back by what he just said. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, I think it’s time to let go of the past and start a new beginning and I want it to be with you here. Our future together in Brighton,” he says with a smile on his face.

  “Oh my God, that would be fantastic,” I say, as I bounce around on the bed like a child on Christmas morning.

  Frank kisses me. “I love seeing you happy.”

  “You do not understand how happy that will make me!” I say.

  “That’s settled then, we’re moving to Brighton, our new home, new life together.” He pulls me down into his arms and kisses me. “I love you, Carter, you are my world.”

  “I love you too, my Daddy Bear.”

  The End.

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