“I like how you think.” I gave him a quick peck and headed back to the main area, stopping to pick up our phones.
Joey turned his on and checked his messages. “Oh, my friend Ben is here. Come on, Daddy.” He pulled me along in his wake.
We crossed the dance floor, and he found his friend. We made quick introductions, then they both joined Skyler and Danny on the dance floor. I found Lee and hung out with him and Skyler’s partner, Crow, who had been the one to help Joey when that asshole Brian had harassed him. I shook his hand and thanked him.
“It was no problem. Joey’s a good guy. Treat him right.”
“He makes that easy.”
After a while, the boys apparently thought the daddies needed to join them on the floor, and soon we were all jumping around and cutting up. I loved that we were building this incredible network, and Joey seemed happy. He stopped every once in a while to take pictures and videos for his site and even did a live recording at one point.
“I’m going to go live when they drop the ball.” He pointed at the big ball attached to the ceiling above the dance floor. The DJ had been referencing it all night, and at midnight, they weren’t actually dropping it, but busting it open. Apparently, glitter and confetti would explode across the floor and over all the people.
“I’m sure your audience will love that. If it goes off right.”
“Right. I think they’ll love it even if something goes wrong. But I think they’ll pull it off.”
I pulled him up into my arms, where he belonged, and gave him a cuddle. “So proud of you.”
He turned his face up for a kiss, which I easily granted. “Want to go home after that?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
All of our friends, including the ones who had gone off to rooms, gathered on the floor as the countdown started. We yelled along with the DJ and at midnight, with Joey recording the entire thing, the ball exploded with a loud boom, and the inside spilled out. Everyone cheered as the glitter and confetti covered them.
Many of our friends were kissing, and I wanted that to. Turning Joey to face me, I leaned in and kissed him. Then I glanced up to see he was still recording and that phone was facing us. When he pulled off, he did a finger wave and turned it off. “Let’s go home, Daddy.”
We headed for the door, but Joey got caught up saying goodbye to everyone, including his friend Ben. Then promises to meet up for lunch or coffee went out. And it was nearly ten minutes later when we made it to the front of the club, grabbed our coats, and headed out the door.
The calm, cool evening was so quiet outside in the parking lot compared to the chaos of inside that my ears popped. I shook my head, and Joey laughed. “Shut it, you. Get in the car.” I beeped the key fob and we climbed in.
“This was so fun. Thank you, Daddy.”
I kissed him, then grabbed his seat belt and fastened it for him. “Buckle up, baby.”
He looked at me like I’d personally put all the stars in the sky just for him. And if I could, I would have. Instead, I kissed him again. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“It was almost perfect. Somehow, I missed my friend, Tucker. Again,” Joey huffed. “But yes, I had so much fun. Did you have fun, too? I know you were talking to the other daddies.”
“I was. And yes. They were nice, but the best part was dancing with you. Holding you.”
He adjusted his crotch. “We better get home. My peepee needs ‘tentions.”
“Oh, does it really?”
“Mmmmhmm.” He smirked.
But he wasn’t wrong. I needed to get my boy home and fast.
At home, we raced up the stairs to our bedroom, dropping clothes along the way. Joey sat on the mattress and reached his arms up for me. “Daddy…” Damn, his voice was husky with want and need.
I crawled up in front of him, sliding my thigh between his legs. I wanted to touch him everywhere. His legs, hips, chest. I only stopped long enough to grab the lube and slick up a finger before rubbing it along his rim, then deeper, pressing in and pulling along the sides of his walls. I loved feeling him inside and out.
There were so many things I wanted to experience with him. When I retired, exploring my sexuality was at the top of my list, and Joey made all of it fun.
As I prepped him, fucking in and out with my fingers until he was grinding on them, I kissed his stomach and rubbed my face against the hair of his thigh, respectively.
“Daddy…”
