“Okay.” The longer he took, the more nervous I became. I wanted this— likereallywanted it—but now that I knew what was about to happen, my anxiety was taking over. There was no turning back. No matter what happened between us in the future, my life as a gay man would forever include Jay. The knowledge that the odds were stacked against us made my arousal flag. I hated thinking about a time when I might not share this with him.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Jay shuffled up the bed and pulled me down. “If you’re not ready for this, we can wait. There’s no rush.”
“It’s not that,” I assured him. I should have known better than to hope he’d let it go without talking about it.
To divert his attention, I took the bottle of lube out of his hand, squirted some in my palm, and started stroking his now covered dick. I scrunched up my nose, hating the fact it wasn’t his skin I felt against mine. “Please, Jay. Trust me when I say I want this. I wantyou.”
“If you’re sure.” His breath hitched when I tightened my grip, digging my thumbnail into his slit. I knew that was a hot point for him. “Fuck, Chase.”
“Do it. Please.” I released him. It only took him a few seconds to get with the program and move behind me again. I lifted a leg in the air as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. I didn’t care if it would hurt more this way, I wanted to see his face as he pushed into me. I wanted him to collapse on top of me and hold me as we made love for the first time.
He poured a bit more lube on his fingers before shoving two into me. I considered protesting but knew I’d thank him later. He wasn’t a small guy; there was no way it wouldn’t hurt when he finally fucked me. “That’s it, baby. Relax and let me in.”
“Trying,” I ground out as he added another finger. Surely, that wasn’t necessary. The pressure kept building and my dick softened. That wasnotwhat I wanted to happen. I jerked away, done with being patient. “Just get to it, already.”
“Gee, how can I ignore such a romantic proposition,” Jay quipped. Before I could think of a witty retort, I felt the broad head of his dick nudging at my entrance. He pulled back, then pressed against my hole a bit harder. I breathed out, bearing down the way my research had said I should. It helped. He slipped in a bit deeper. “Fuck, that’s tight. I knew it would be, but not like this.”
I reached forward, curling the tips of my fingers into his thigh as he pressed deeper. When he paused, I pulled him forward, urging him to continue. I didn’t want him to stop until I felt his body against mine.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asked, tenderly rubbing his hand down my chest. “Still good?”
“Uh-huh,” I muttered breathlessly. I wasn’t even doing anything, but sweat broke out all over my body. Burning with need was something that sounded cliché until I fucking felt it. “Hurts, but in a good way.”
I wasn’t going to lie to Jay. He’d see right through me and pull back.
Finally, I felt him bottom out. Nothing I’d felt in my life could compare to the way I felt in that moment. It was completion and wholeness. I was part of Jay, and he was a part of me. And Ineededhim to move. “Please, Jay. Fuck me. Make me feel it.”
“Hmmm, you being a dirty little boy tonight?” His fingers dug into my hips as he straightened. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”
“Yeah, I want to feel it. Want to go back tomorrow and have everyone know how good you fucked me because it’ll hurt to sit down,” I pleaded. Dirty talk hadn’t been my thing, but as Jay sped up his thrusts, pounding his body against mine over and over, I kept going. I wasn’t even sure what I was saying, but it was getting me what I wanted so there was no way I was going to stop.
I whimpered when he pulled out, grasping for him, wanting to feel him inside me again. My emptiness was short-lived as he flipped me onto my stomach. I sighed as I felt him push into me again.
Jay reached around and started jerking me off. If he’d noticed I wasn’t fully hard, he ignored the temporary inconvenience. I fisted my hands in the sheets as he drilled deep, his palm curling around the head of my dick on every upstroke. “Come for me, baby. Need to feel your ass like a vice around me. Make me come for you.”
He wantedmeto makehimcome. I braced myself against the mattress and started rocking back, meeting every thrust, intensifying every sensation. Grunts and curses filled the room as his movements became erratic.
“Oh fuck! I can’t…gonna…please, Daddy!” I cried out, throwing my head back as the first jet of cum shot onto the mattress. My body jerked through the aftershocks until I fell into a boneless heap, Jay still pounding into me. “Come for me, Daddy.”
That was all it took. He made it two more thrusts before his teeth latched into my shoulder, stifling his curses as he came. His body collapsed on top of mine. As the haze of my orgasm cleared, I became aware of a very uncomfortable feeling beneath me. Talk about the ultimate buzzkill. “Daddy, we need to move. The bed’s all messy under me.”
Maybe I should feel bad that I’d regressed so easily after intense sex, but it wasn’t a conscious decision. I held my breath, waiting to see how Daddy would react.”
“Okay, buddy.” He rolled to the edge of the bed, curling his arms around me to pull me with him. “Let’s get cleaned up and then it’s time for bed.”
I stretched, letting out a big yawn. “Bed sounds good. But maybe we shouldn’t get too clean. I might want to get messy again later.”
Daddy chuckled as he slipped out of the bed. I was vaguely aware of him cleaning the cum from my stomach and very carefully wiping the lube from my bottom, but I never woke up. Apparently, sex made me even sleepier than blowjobs did.
16
Jayden
“Okay,so talk to me. You’re really Chase’s Daddy now?” I should have known something was up when Brandon asked me to help him make dinner. Chase and I had been leaving for my mom’s place every Friday when he got out of class and the guys had noticed. I knew Matt had asked Chase, but apparently that left Brandon with some questions. Brandon must have misunderstood my silence, and quickly added, “You know I’m not judging but I’m curious how that works.”
“Works just fine.” I knew my response came across as defensive, but I’d felt off-kilter all week and wasn’t really in the mood to talk about it. I pulled a bag of chicken nuggets out of the freezer and threw some on a sheet pan. Chase was too polite to say anything about it, but he wasn’t a fan of anything with a tomato-based sauce. He’d eat it and then be up half the night with an upset stomach, and I hated when he didn’t feel well.
“How deep into it does he go?” Brandon eyed the dinner I was making for Chase. I expected him to complain about me making something other than what he’d planned, but he surprised me by adding more nuggets to the tray before handing me a bag of tater tots.
