Alex

Alex waited at the baggage claim of Oakland International Airport, almost overwhelmed by conflicting emotions.  As he scanned the baggage carrousel for his suitcase, his body almost tingled and vibrated with a mixture of fear, anxiety, excitement, hope, joy, confusion, and exhaustion.  He rubbed a hand over his shaved head and could still hardly believe that he had traveled so far with so little planned about this trip.

He had been travelling by air for more than 24 hours.  The first leg of his flight had taken him from Glasgow, Scotland, to Reykjavik, Iceland.  From there it was on to Seattle, Washington in the USA.  Finally, a relatively short flight brought him to Oakland, California, and he had watched the sun set over the Pacific from his window seat on the plane.  He would be making the return trip in two weeks, but that is all that was certain about this excursion.  He had arranged for no hotel room, no rental car or other land transportation, and made no plans to visit anywhere particular.

Why had he made this trip?  This was not only about fantasy fulfillment for Alex; there were also elements of revenge and letting go.  While Alex was married to another man, his husband could not match the strength of his libido in the bedroom and did not indulge in his fantasies regarding roleplaying.  He also knew for a fact that his husband was searching online for cruising spots and likely had cheated on him on a regular basis, which could explain the lack of interest in the bedroom with his husband.  

After discovering his husband’s likely cheating, Alex had found an obscure corner of the internet catering to the gay kink community by chance.  He quickly joined and posted several revealing pictures of his shaved and lithe body out of spite.  Almost as quickly, he deleted the pictures as common sense prevailed.

Shortly after his deletions, he had received a direct message from one of the moderators of the group.  “I saw you deleted your posts.  Everything O.K.?”

Alex had been impressed.  Someone was obviously looking out to new members of the community to make sure they were being treated well.  “Yeah, mate,” he had responded.  “Didn’t think anyone would notice, lol.  Ended up being a shitbag and took them down.”

“No worries,” came the response.  “I thought they were pretty hot is all.”  That was it.  There had been no additional probes for nude or lewd pictures or videos.  The moderator had not asked for personal information.  He had just left things be.

“Cheers bro…getting more comfortable sharing myself.”

“Then I look forward to seeing more of you,” followed by a smiley face emoji.

The next day, Alex had continued chatting with the moderator one-on-one.  Though he was 38 years old, he disclosed that he had held a “daddy/son” fetish close to his heart ever since he sucked off an older stranger when he was 16 years old.  He wanted to please a man and be told that he was being a good boy.  He hoped to be his Daddy’s favorite boy.  

The moderator had shown no judgement or disapproval.  “Well, my favorite is currently a Dutchman with a couple of toys that I regularly buzz remotely from California on a regular basis.”  He then named the brand of the sex toys.

Alex actually had one of these and had no idea there was any such capability.  He fished it out of his sex-toy drawer and sent the man a picture.  What followed was two hours and twenty minutes of intense vibrations deep in his asshole, making his legs weak and his muscles quiver.  After the battery had died, a message came through:  “You were a VERY good boy.  Dare I say, an EXCEPTIONALLY good boy.”  Alex had been hooked from then on.

A torrid online relationship quickly developed.  He took to calling the moderator “daddy,” and he was called “boy” or “son.”  He began showing off his body to daddy, trying to impress and get a coveted “good boy” in response.  He locked his cock into a chastity cage, rode dildos, pinched and pulled on his sensitive (and over-large, thanks to the use of “snakebite” accessories) nipples, and edged his dick until he plastered his entire torso in his own cum.

Alex asked for very little from his new online daddy.  He requested the occasional photo or video of daddy’s cock or ass, but nothing more than that.  He never asked for daddy’s age or name, and neither was ever offered.  As he retrieved his suitcase in the airport, he now wondered if he shouldn’t have asked about this before offering to come and visit.  Apart from isolated body parts, he didn’t even know what his daddy looked like.

Luggage in hand, Alex was unsure how to go about solving his problem.  His daddy knew when his flight arrived, but Alex had no way to easily reach him.  He did not have a telephone number or way to contact his daddy outside of the chat through which they had been flirting and playing with each other.  He didn’t know what car he might be driving or where in the airport he might be.  There was not even any name he could ask to be paged.

Panicking slightly, Alex scanned the people standing around baggage claim who were obviously waiting for someone.  Maybe he would recognize a piece of clothing.  He couldn’t very well ask all the men in the vicinity to drop their pants so he could examine their cocks, although the fleeting thought caused a playful stirring in his crotch.  “Focus,” he chided himself.

He noticed some people holding signs, obviously waiting for particular people.  Maybe daddy would have done this!  His eyes scanned quickly.  He spotted the name “Alex,” and his heart skipped a beat.  Before he could focus his eyes to take in the person who held the sign, though, a different person walked up to the holder and they turned away.

“Fuck,” Alex muttered to himself.  Now what was he supposed to do?  Daddy was supposed to be there waiting for him.  “How do I find him?”

There was a loud click as someone turned on a microphone to the airport’s central loudspeaker system.  “Would Steven Lee Roberts please come to the Information Desk?  Paging Steven.  Lee.  Roberts.”

“That’s it,” Alex muttered to himself.  This was going to be embarrassing, but he didn’t know what else to do at this moment..

Wheeling his suitcase behind him, he found the information desk and approached it.  The female attendant looked at him with a bored expression.  “Mr. Roberts?” she asked.

“No,” said Alex, his Scottish brogue causing her to immediately pay attention.  “But I need someone paged.”

“What’s their name?”

“I don’t know,” Alex replied, which earned him a skeptical look and a raised eyebrow from the desk attendant.  “He’s supposed to meet me here.  I only have a nickname.”

“What is it?”

Alex coughed, embarrassed.  “Daddy.”

The attendant blinked.  “Dah Dee?”

Alex closed his eyes, exhaustedly hoping for strength and patience.  “Could you page ‘Alex’s Daddy,’ please?”  

The attendant squinted, obviously not sure of what she just heard.  Taking a pen and a piece of paper, she slid them across the desk to Alex.  “Can you write that down?”

“Good Lord,” Alex breathed to himself.  Printing carefully, he wrote out “Alex’s Daddy.”  He handed the pen and slip of paper back.

She stared at the paper.  “You want me to page your father?”

“Daddy,” Alex corrected her, closing his eyes and praying for the strength not to start yelling at this woman.

The desk attendant shook her head slightly, internally surrendering to the absurdity of the situation.  Picking up a telephone receiver attached to the desk, she entered a code on a keypad and spoke into it.  “Would Alex’s Daddy please come to the Information Desk?  Paging Alex’s Daddy.”

“Thank you,” said Alex tiredly.  The length of the trip was starting to catch up to him, and he was suddenly mentally and physically drained.  Finding a nearby seat, he wheeled his suitcase over to it, and sank onto the hard plastic.  Now all he could do is wait and hope.

Presently, a man of about 55 came to the information desk.  “You paged me?” he questioned.  Alex perked up, looking at the man for anything recognizable.  Like Alex, this man was balding, but unlike Alex, he had not shaved his head smooth.  He was of average height and sported a dark goatee.  He wore glasses, and his voice had an almost metallic quality to it.  His physique was impossible to make out beneath his bulky clothing.

The attendant turned to the newcomer.  “Which page?”  Alex waited anxiously for the reply.

“Steven Roberts?”  Alex wilted in disappointment as the lady at the desk began relying information.  His emotions were becoming harder and harder to hold back as his energy was sapped by the situation.  He bowed his head in exhaustion.  He felt his hope beginning to ebb.

He heard another male voice.  “Are you looking for someone, son?”

Alex didn’t bother to look up.  “Aye,” he said, not caring how strange it might sound.  “I can’t find my daddy.”

“Oh, you poor boy,” the voice said comfortingly.  Alex heard the man taking the seat next to him, and felt him brushing up against his leg and arm as he sat.  The newcomer was silent for a moment before continuing.  “You know, though, that means that your daddy can’t find his boy, either.”  Alex said nothing, feeling dejected.  “At least, he couldn’t find his boy until a minute ago.”

It took a moment for this to register.  Uncertainly, Alex turned his head and looked at the man who sat next to him.  “Daddy?” he whispered uncertainly.

A man of 50 sat next to him, looking at him adoringly with pale blue eyes.  His hair obviously used to be a rich auburn, but the colors had faded with age and were now only highlights in his mostly brown hair.  It was cropped short on the sides where the grey still showed through.  Dimples framed his lips as he smiled, as the slight crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes accentuated the affection with which he gazed.  His body obviously was starting to go somewhat soft from being more fit earlier in life.  “My favorite boy,” he murmured in response.

Relief washed over Alex.  Tears of exhaustion and gratitude stung his eyes as he leaned over and buried his face into Daddy’s shoulder.  Arms wrapped around his shoulders and back and held him as tightly as the seats would allow.

“I heard you paging me,” Daddy whispered into Alex’s ear.  “That was clever, and it was brave of you to make the trip from Scotland to California with so little advance planning.  All I knew was that you said you were coming.  I am so happy to see you.”

Alex felt a warm thankfulness swell in him when he heard these words.  Fatigue had lowered his defenses, and his emotions were becoming difficult to control.  “Can we please go, Dad?” he asked.  “This has been a very long trip.”

“Of course,” Daddy said, standing up and putting a hand on Alex’s suitcase.  “I’ll take this.  Come with me, son.”

Alex rose from the chair and stood blearily.  Emotions were still raw, but he now felt that he was safe.  He tucked his right hand into the crook of Dad’s elbow and allowed himself to be led out of the airport.  He could not tell how long they walked before they got to an orange Jeep.  Alex walked around the vehicle as Dad unlocked it with his fob.

As Dad was loading the suitcase into the back, Alex opened the door and started to climb in before it registered that the steering wheel was on the wrong side of the car.  Dad spoke behind him.  “You’re in America, now.  Drivers sit on the left.  Passengers go on the right.”

“That’s right,” Alex acknowledged.  He knew this intellectually but hadn’t quite been ready for the reality of it.  He walked around the front of the Jeep to the other side, opened the door, and slid into the seat.  He leaned back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, releasing it in a shaky sound that was part chuckle, part yawn, and part sob.

Dad got in behind the steering wheel and paused before starting the engine.  “I really can’t tell you how glad I am to see you.  I was pretty worried, but you must be exhausted and a nervous wreck.  Try to relax while I take us home.  Remember this, though.  You’re safe here.”

Alex nodded, eyes still closed.  “O.K.  Thanks.”

“No need to even mention it, son.” 

The engine started, and Alex felt the automobile begin to move.  He began to doze before they had even driven out of the parking lot.  He did not fall completely asleep, registering the turns, acceleration, and braking, but he could not have made a good guess how long it was before he heard, “We’re here.”

Alex opened his eyes and saw that they had parked underneath a covered car port.  He and Dad got out of the car and retrieved his suitcase.  Together, they walked out of the back of the car port and climbed four concrete steps.  Alex saw the side of a two-story house painted pale yellow with brown trim.  Dad led him to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it.

A small black furry creature shot out of the door, stopped in front of Alex, jumped, and punched Alex in the thigh.  “Ahhh!” he cried, startled.  “What the fuck?”  

A slightly shaggy dog with big, floppy ears jumped and danced around his legs, obviously seeking attention from someone he had never seen.  His face was turning grey, but the rest of his wriggling body was dark black.

“McKinley!” Dad chastised the animal.  “You know better than that.”  A finger hooked behind the red collar around McKinley’s neck, and the dog was wrangled back into the house.  “I’m sorry about that.  He’s an old dog, but he still gets excited.”

“’S all right,” said Alex.  “At least he didn’t get me in the ghoulies.”

“That’s usually what he aims for,” replied Dad, chuckling.  “Come on in, and make yourself at home.”

Alex stepped inside, lugging the suitcase behind him.  In front of him, Alex saw an open doorway leading to a kitchen.  He saw Dad opening a sliding glass door on the other side of the room and releasing McKinley to run and bark in the back yard.  To his immediate left was a hallway.  Between the hall and the opening into the kitchen was a staircase leading up.

“Can I get you anything?” Dad called as he turned back to face his guest.  “Something to drink or eat?”

“Thanks,” said Alex, “but what I really need is a shower and a place to lie down.  I feel disgusting, and I need some sleep.”

“Then let’s take that upstairs,” Dad said, moving to take the suitcase from Alex’s hand.  “Follow me.”

Dad lugged the suitcase to the top of the stairs, with Alex a few steps behind.  Dad nodded to an open door to his left.  “Hall bathroom for guests.  But you’ll want to use the en suite attached to the master bedroom for now.  The shower head in there gives better water pressure.”

They turned to the right, walked a few steps, and turned through an open door to the left and into the master bedroom.  A queen-sized bed with a fuzzy comforter dominated the room.  “You can sleep in here tonight,” said Dad as he wheeled the suitcase against a wall.  “I’ll take the guest room.  Tomorrow, we can get you unpacked and settled in.”

“You don’t have to,” said Alex.  “I found out my husband has been cheating on me, and I’ve just spent the last day and a half traveling halfway around the world not knowing who might be there to meet me, if anyone did.  I think I might like having you nearby.  Dad.”

“You’re my guest in my home, son.  I don’t want to push you or pressure you.  You’re tired and no doubt have a lot going through your head.  Why don’t you take your shower, and I’ll let the dog back in.  After you feel a little more clean and more clear-headed, lie down and get some rest.  I’m happy to take the other room.”

“You should sleep in your bed,” said Alex, as he walked to the door leading to the bathroom.  “I’m not going to ask you to sleep somewhere else.”

Alex closed the door between the bathroom and bedroom and began to undress.  His clothes slid to the floor of the narrow bathroom, revealing his shaved-smooth nakedness in the mirror.  Alex paused, glancing at himself and the unfamiliar room.  Had he actually done this?  Was he really in America?

Ales opened the door to the shower and turned on the water, waiting a minute for the hot water to flow.  Turning back to the mirror, he looked into his own eyes.  Good Lord, he looked tired.  Reaching up with his hands, he rubbed his face vigorously for a moment, trying to keep his head clear.  

Lowering his hands, he saw steam rising.  Turning away from the mirror, he reached into the shower, felt the temperature of the water, and adjusted the knob until it was comfortable. He stepped in and allowed the hot water to wet his naked body.

Dad hadn’t been kidding about the water pressure.  While the shower head was directly overhead, the water sprayed down with force instead of falling like a rain.  Alex just stood there for a minute allowing the spray to power-wash his head and shoulders.  Reaching into the shower caddy, he found a bottle of body wash and began to soap himself.  The citrusy aroma from the wash mixed with the heat and steam of the water, and Alex allowed himself to relax.

For several minutes, he just stood there, allowing the hot water and smell of the body wash to work their magic.  He may have even dozed slightly while standing up.  After a while, he turned his body around to make sure all of the soap was rinsed off.  He then turned off the water and opened the shower door.  

He found towels folded on an open shelf and briefly dried himself before wrapping one around his waist.  He had been wearing the same underwear for too long and did not want to put them on again until they had been through the wash.  His other clothes were in his suitcase, and he doubted that he had the energy or motivation to unpack them right then.  Besides, he preferred to sleep nude.  Water still glistening on his trim body, he opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

The bed had been turned down, but his host was not in the room any longer.  Still damp, he crawled between the sheets and under the covers.  He lay there for a few moments, allowing himself to finally let sleep come to him.  Turning to face the bathroom door, he nestled his shaved head into the pillow and closed his eyes.

Before he could drift off entirely, he heard footsteps coming up the stairs.  Despite his mental and physical exhaustion, Alex forced himself to stay awake as he listened.  He was not exactly alert, but he was at least aware of what was going on around him.  He opened his eyes as he rolled over onto his back, struggling to stay awake for just a few more minutes.  His Daddy entered the room hesitantly and quietly.  While the room was dark, he was illuminated from behind from the light from the stairs and hallway.

Alex slid his arm under the covers to reach the other side of the bed.  Gripping the sheet and blanket, he pulled them toward himself to expose the mattress on the other side of the bed.  Dad paused, recognizing what happened and what the actions implied.

“Please,” Alex said quietly.  “Just to sleep.”

Alex watched as the dark shape stood still.  Then the head bowed and shoulders slumped a bit.  Turning around the shape began to remove clothing before sitting on the side of the bed.  Alex reached out and lightly drew his fingers across the man’s back.

“All right,” Dad said, defeated, as he slid beneath the covers and laid down.  “If you want me to sleep in here with you, then I will.”

Alex grinned slightly.  If he had more energy, it might have been a broad smile to light up his face.  Turning his back to his companion, he wriggled his body backwards until his bare skin touched his Dad’s.

Dad sighed, rolled over, and wrapped an arm around Alex’s chest, pulling him closer to his lightly hairy chest.  Alex could feel Dad’s cock stirring slightly against the crevice of his ass, and Alex’s twitched in return.  This wasn’t the time for sex, though.  There would be plenty of time for that over the coming days.  For now, it was time to surrender to sleep.

“G’night, Dad,” muttered Alex, closing his eyes.

“Good night, son,” breathed his Dad.  “My favorite boy.”

HIS dad said that to him.  “My favorite boy.”  Feeling completely safe for the first time in days, Alex allowed himself to fall asleep, his Dad’s arm wrapped protectively around him.