16
Matteo
Four monthslater
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I grumbled and pulled the covers over my head as Daddy sat down on the bed next to me. I’d been up late last night trying to put the finishing touches on the latest article for John’s website, and all I wanted to do was sleep a little bit longer. Too bad Daddy had other plans. “Come on, Angel. We have a lot to do today and your breakfast is getting cold.”
I smiled under the blankets. Daddy wasn’t a great cook, but as my senses awoke, I could smell vanilla, sugar, and butter. He’d pulled out the waffle iron for me. I flipped back the covers and propped myself up against the headboard. When Daddy cupped my cheek, I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes. I kept waiting for the day I woke up and wasn’t in awe of how Daddy made me feel, but so far there were no signs of the attraction waning.
“Happy birthday, Angel.” Daddy leaned in, placing a tender kiss on my lips. After he pulled away, I ran my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting a faint hint of coffee. Although I wasn’t a fan, I loved the way it tasted when it came from Daddy. “Eat your breakfast. I have a few things I need to get ready, but I’ll be downstairs if you need me. When you’re done eating, take a bath and put on the clothes I’ve laid out for you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He kissed me once more, this time tracing his finger down my jaw. I sighed, loving these simple touches even more than anything sexual we did.
A little over a month ago, Daddy and I had moved into a townhome more centrally located between his work and mine. I’d told him it didn’t matter to me where we lived as long as we were together, but he’d insisted it would be easier to live somewhere in the middle so neither of us had a hellish commute. Our new place was also closer to Mama, which was a relief because she hadn’t been feeling well recently and both of us spent a lot of our free time helping her.
While I ate, I pulled out my laptop and took one last look at the article I needed to submit to John later today. The series had become a huge hit, driving traffic to his site, which then led to people looking around and spending money. We’d even discussed the possibility of me becoming part of his team in the new year, but Daddy and I needed to sit down and talk before I added anything else to my plate. Soon, I’d cut back on my hours at Marino’s, but that didn’t mean it was the right time to start a new job.
A Life I Never Imagined
A year ago, I was miserable. My brothers were in that sickeningly sweet phase of falling in love. They looked so happy, but I’d realized it was something I’d never have for myself. Even if I knew how to be sexually attracted to people, I had all these other issues. I was convinced my mind was too messed up for anyone to love me the way my brothers’ partners loved them.
At the start of summer, I found peace in being alone. I might not have someone to share my bed with at night, but I had friends and family who loved me, and that was more than a lot of people could claim. One of those friends invited me to help with a project he was working on and I agreed, not thinking anything of it.
It was during that photo shoot that I met Daddy. He saw how uneasy I was and went out of his way to help me. Not because he wanted to get in my pants (even though he’ll be the first to admit he totally did), but because that’s what good daddies do. They’re not happy unless their little is happy.
At the time, I figured sex was like pizza. As good as it might be, it wasn’t something Ineededto 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.
