Big Daddy

That cock challenged me as several inches sawed in and out of my wet, mucusy throat. 

I could do this, though, I decided. It had been two solid months since I'd sucked Big Daddy and, yeah, I'll admit I missed this. Missed that massive truncheon against my tongue, against my tonsils, filling me up. 

"Damn, son," I heard above me. The man's khakis were down by his ankles and we were there in his private study. Mark Bryant had asked me over for a man-to-man talk. No Cheryl, just me. I wasn't sure what was involved, but he was all low-key friendly as he greeted me and showed me to his study. 

Mrs. Bryant came in with two beers and her chipper housewife smile. Then said she'd leave us men to whatever business we had and shut the door on the way out. 

Mr. Bryant didn't waste time. The door barely clicked when he stood up and started undoing his belt. 

That was five minutes ago. Now, I was hunkering in my seat, putting my hands on Mark's thick hairy thighs to steady myself as his thrusts grew more insistent. Fuck, this was all so intense. I had tears running down my cheeks and spit drooling down my chin. I probably looked like a dumb whore. Like Dan Bryant level whore. Or Randy Slocum. I couldn't help it, though, Mark Bryant had a huge fucking cock. 

I coughed on Mark's hard phallus as it pressed deeper in my gullet and heard a soft laugh. "OK," he grunted and slowly pulled his meat out. 

I caught my breath, wiping my chin and cheeks the best I could. My eyes never left that penis. Long, fat, rigid, the big hairy balls drawn up some. A man. I'd seen that dick fuck my Cheryl, and I'd seen her blow it. This dick called the shots.

"Go on, Nick," he said, using my first name again. "Finish me off." Then a word I never expected from the big man's mouth. "Please."

I looked up in his eyes. Behind the stern look there was a playfulness. I felt a shudder in my body. For a monent, I knew what Cheryl felt. Not only the sexual desire, or dare I say addiction, to her father's cock. But the unconditional love she had for the domineering, self-centered man. 

I nodded and leaned in, slowly taking Mark's erect cock in between my lips. I wasn't trying to be a tease but this is how I knew to work him. A gradual, measured pace, slowly working his bone with my wet mouth in up and down strokes while one hand gripped the free inches and the other massaged his daddy balls. 

"Fuck, that's nice," he hissed, putting his hands on his hips and relaxing his posture, shifting from face fucking to a getting-serviced stance. 

That just encouraged me. I went faster and twisted my hand around his shaft. It was probably a porn chick move, but Daddy liked it. 

"Shit," he gasped, in his normal loud Mark voice. I guess he didn't care if Mrs. Bryant heard. "Suck my fucking cock, man.... yeah like that, son.... getting me so fucking close..... un... ungh,  FUCK!"

After a couple of dry months, I was getting that Bryant cum I loved. I gulped and tasted what immediately didn't shoot down my throat. Then I swallowed that, too. 

Mark had a big smile on his face when I finally pulled off. "Damn, boy..." he said, but nothing else. I guess that was all the compliment I was gonna get. 

He reached down and hoisted his khakis back up. Zipping up and buckling his belt again, he strutted back to the other side of his home office desk, plopping into the leather chair like a kid. 

I sat back in my chair, hard as a rock in my jeans. If it had been anyone else, I would have demanded reciprocation. I would have pulled out my hard as nails prick and fed it to the guy, demanding a blowjob for a blowjob. But since it was Big Daddy, I sat there with an erection that would have to wait.

"Getting excited for the wedding, Nick?" the man asked. Like I just hadn't sucked him off. 

"Yessir, Mark," I replied. The wedding was now weeks away and after a crazy year, I was getting into the idea of being Cheryl's husband, even if it meant marrying into the Bryant family. Especially if it meant marrying into the Bryant family.

The man smiled at my answer, though honestly this felt like small talk. A ritual of a conversation. What the fuck else was I gonna say? "No, Mr. Bryant, I'm dreading marrying your slutty daughter"?

"Listen Nick, the reason I asked you over here was to ask how you're enjoying your job."

"Some days are better than other," I admitted. "I don't have super high expectations for an entry level job, but they're soft of promising me a promotion next year."

"Sort of?" Mark seemed skeptical.

"They can't come out and put it in writing," I clarified. "But I've seen how they work. They do promote talent from within."

"That's good," Mark said. Then with a careful look, he put it out there in that inimitable Texas drawl. "You know, son, R.C. Supply promotes our homegrown talent."

This was a surprise but not a total one. I got his drift immediately. "Is that a job offer, sir?" I asked respectfully.

"Damn straight it is, Brennan," he replied, using my last name. "You got a head on your shoulders, and we need that." Mark didn't have to spell it out, but I knew the implication. Dan Bryant wasn't gonna be right-hand-man material now or ever. 

"What exactly would I be doing?" I asked. 

Mark had clearly thought about it carefully. "Market analysis, and point person for our accountant. At first. You'd be shadowing Keith to learn every aspect of the business, preparing for a management role."

"I'm flattered, sir," I said truthfully. Then, "I'm guessing it would be a starter salary?"

Mark smiled. "A businessman, all right," he chuckled then wrote a figure on a piece of paper. "Is this enough incentive?" he asked as he slid across to me.

It was. And I told him so. It was easily twenty thousand more than my current salary. I didn't tell him that, but Mark probably had a ballpark idea. 

"It's not fucking charity, mind you. It's investment. You're gonna earn every penny."

"I know," I said confidently. "I'm up for it."

"That's a yes, then?" the man asked. Damn those blue eyes were working on me, that Bryant animal magnetism. I wish I'd gotten off earlier, since I worried my attraction to the man was clouding my judgment. 

"I'll talk it over with Cheryl, but I'm sure it will be a yes," I replied. "I'd need two weeks notice for my current job," I clarified. 

"By the books, huh?" Mark chuckled. "All right, Brennan," he added. "Give me an answer by the weekend."

I nodded. 

Mark changed the subject. To another matter of family business. "I hear you've been taking care of Dan lately."

"Yessir," I replied. "He's a good kid," I said, dumbly. 

"He was a bit of fuck up when he was younger," Mark confessed. Then he looked at me with a steely gaze. "Let's just say Dan needs a strong guiding hand in his life."

"I'm gathering," I said. Damn, this conversation was getting heady. I already went a little rough whenever I hooked up with Dan Bryant, but now Mark was encouraging me to go further? 

"I'm not just talking about the sex," he added. "I mean in life. I'm asking you man to man, Nick... think you could look after my boy? Keep him from fucking up too much?"

"Dan's a good guy," I assured him. "I'll keep his head straight."

"I'm grateful," Mark said. "Really."

He held up his nearly empty glass now. "I'll have Kate bring us a couple more beers. Whaddya say?"

I shook my head no and stood up. "I should be getting home, Mark,"" I said. "I wanna talk your offer over with Cheryl. No need to wait to the weekend."

He grinned and stood up, his big burly body giving me a thrill of excitement. He stuck out his hand for a goddamn business handshake. "Hope to have you on my team, Brennan."
 
***

I didn't go straight home. I was still horny. After the blue balls at Mark's, I needed something rougher than sex with Cheryl. I was just in that kind of mood. 

I thought of Dan, and yeah, Mark's words to me about his son had fired up my imagination. I'd already gotten his son to get back on a workout regimen, and I'd got the dumb stud to stop hitting Grindr. I thought of really taking control of the guy's life, like Daddy was asking. And I was hard as a rock thinking about it.

But I wasn't gonna fuck Dan that night. I had a rule I kept to. Dan Bryant had to ask me for cock. He had to beg. And he had to learn not to beg too often. He may be a cock-hungry slut, but he was a Bryant for christsake.

I pulled out my phone and sent Officer Slocum a text. "Off duty?" was all it read. 

"Having dinner with Jessica," was the reply. "What's up?"

"When can you meet?" I texted, pawing my crotch. Mark had left me in a real state. 

"Fuck. Can you give me thirty minutes, Mr. Nick? I'll make some excuse up."

"Perfect," I lied. Perfect would have been five minutes. But Slocum was a prize piece of cop hotness. Even in my horny state, I knew I had to respect that.

I went to the Walgreens and picked up some lube. I'd have to start carrying it my glove compartment for these very occasions. I picked up a box of condoms but who was I kidding? I wasn't gonna tap Slocum's ass all rubbered up. I tossed the box back. 

By the time we got to our spot, an empty lot in an industrial park halfway between town and Round Rock, I only had to wait about five minutes. I turned off the car, unbuckled my seat belt and pulled out my cock. I slicked it up with lube and got a nice stroke on it.

I saw Officer Slocum's truck pull up next to mine and watched all 5'10" of muscled-up cop hotness get out and strut over to my window. He was in causal clothes rather than his uniform, but he looked hot as hell. Blond hair in a fresh buzz cut, arms and shoulders filled out by a clear gaining cycle, that baby fat still clinging tenaciously to his cheeks.

"Evening, Mr. Nick," he greeted. He had a hardon, too, I could tell and that gave me a hell of an ego boost. 

"Hi Randy," I greeted.

He stopped as he got close enough to see in my window and to see me stroke my cock. 

"I'm pretty horny," I stated the obvious.

"I can see that," he said in that thick Texas accent. "I'll take care of you, Mr. Nick. Like I always do."

He took the initiative to open my car door, and I knew what he was planning. He was gonna kneel in that goddamn parking lot like he often did and lean in and blow me as I sat in the passenger seat, with me keeping an eye to make sure the coast was clear. 

Not tonight. I stood up and got out of the car, hardon first. 

"Lean over the car," I instructed, walking behind him.

"But, Nick," he objected, forgetting his normal "Mr.", "we've never..."

"I know we haven't," I said, putting my hand on his beefy shoulder and gripping it in a gentle massage. God, every inch of this dude was turning me on. "But I need a fuck, bad. Come on, man," I urged.

He nodded silently, nervous, I could tell, as he kind of leaned forward. 

I got in behind him, now openly running my hands up and down his thin T-shirt and appreciating the beef beneath. At that moment I could read this guy like a book. Local high school player, barely able to graduate, decided to be a cop before he even got his diploma. Maybe his Daddy was a cop, maybe he just romanticized the job. Now he was in over his head. Law enforcement, even in a small town was half tedium, half tough situations. His time with me and Mr. Bryant was the one part he enjoyed. 

"Drop the pants," I growled and like that Randy Slocum scrambled to comply, undoing his jeans and quickly shucking them down.

I'd seen Randy's ass before, but not like this. Bare, round, smooth. Somewhere between a bubble butt and a muscle ass. I ran my hands over the brawny cheeks and felt Randy's body jerk in excitement. Fuck.

"You ever take dick before?" I had to ask. 

"Yessir, Mr. Nick," the officer answered. "But not much. Honest." His voice was shaking.

"Easy boy, I'll go easy," I assured him. I reached in the car and get the lube. Randy would need a lot I decided. I pumped extra on my cock, and then started fingering a healthy amount to his pucker. He was tight all right, but slowly accepted first one finger, then two, then three.

Now or never, I figured. I got into place.

The entry stung him, but I reached around and held on as I kissed his neck and held steady in place. 

"You got a hot ass, Randy," I said in a soft growl. This was as loving as he was gonna get.

"Thank you, Mr. Nick," he breathed. It was intense for him, but he was getting used to it. Getting used to having a man's cock pressing up into him. Then another inch tapped something into him. Slocum stifled a cry as his ass bucked against me.

"My hot cop likes that, huh?" I hissed, now fucking him. 

Randy liked it, all right, and I was glad I'd taken my time. Feeling his body respond to each thrust made this so much hotter. 

I was really worked up from blowing Mark, and it was all getting me off quickly now. My cock spurted its seed in Randy's tight cop ass. 

"Unnng!" I grunted and kind of slumped against him. It was the kind of nut I need a second to recover from but as I held Randy, he furiously stroked to his own nut. I gave him an encouraging pat on his waist as he gave it up. 

"Nice," I hissed, then slowly pulled out. I stepped around and got a couple of Kleenex, one to wipe my cock off, a few to let Slocum sop up his jizzy hole. 

I watched the color return to the officer's cheeks as he pulled his jeans back on and casually toss the kleenex onto the parking lot asphalt. "You men have been real worked up lately," he said with a grin. "Did Mr. Bryant tell you he fucked me?"

I'll be damned. "No," I said. 

He got that aw-shucks friendliness to his demeanor now. "Just between you and me, Mr. Nick, it was a lot better with you. Mr. Bryant... well, he's real big, too big, and I didn't cum like I did with you just now."

"I'm gonna want a lot more of that ass," I said openly. 

Randy just gave me a flirty smile. "Officer Slocum at your service, sir," he said with a chuckle. "Only now, I gotta get home, Mr. Nick. For real."

"All right," I said gruffly. But something about this hot cop caught me in a conciliatory mood. I stepped up and saw his surprised nervousness. My hands felt up his sides again, slowly, almost like we were teenager at prom. Then I kissed him. 

Fuck he loved that. His mouth greedily accepted my tongue and his own hands were on my waist, pulling me in. 

I finally broke it off. "All right, Randy, go home. I'll be in touch."

****

"Damm, bro, it's great to see you," I said as I met my high school buddy Kevin McConnell in a beer hug in the baggage claim of the Austin airport. He had a garment bag with his suit for my wedding and a small wheeled carry on.

"Nick Brennan," my buddy said, his light brown eyes taking me in head to toe. "You're all Texas and shit now," he laughed.

"Maybe," I admitted as I clapped his upper back and took his suitcase. "I'm pretty happy here, dude. Come on, let's get some lunch. Figured it was time for my bud to have some real barbecue."

He rolled his eyes but let me lead the way to the parking lot. 

Lunch was great, but it was even better to catch up with my friend. I hadn't forgotten Kevin, not by a long shot. Dude was going to be my best man. But we'd grown apart some in college... Kevin had stayed in our hometown and had done the local state college thing before working for his dad's plumbing business. I was glad to see the real world hadn't dulled his sense of humor. We caught up on people we knew in high school and Kevin told me all the crazy shit that some of them were up to. I was drying my tears of laughter after a while.

Kevin paused and gave me an affectionate look. Not a crush, but a friend/bro kind of look. "Fuck, Nick, it's been too long.... you excited for Saturday?"

"I am," I said. "Best decision I've made, marrying Cheryl." I dropped my voice's volume and added. "Though you marry her you marry the whole goddamn Bryant family."

"That a problem?" Kevin asked, concerned. Always looking out for me. 

I shook my head. "Nah, I love them to death. But heads up Mark... Cheryl's Dad... well, he can be a little intense."

"I can handle him," Kevin laughed. 

"So, I gotta ask about you, bud," I said. "Any special girl in your life?"

Kevin shook his head. "Not really," he said. He took a deep breath and looked me steady in the eye. "I know this is shitty timing, Nick, but I've been meaning to tell you... I'm gay."

"For real?" Kevin was the last guy I would have guessed. But my friend instinct kicked. "Dude, you know you're my best friend whoever the fuck you are."

He seemed relieved. "Sorry to lay this on you three days before your wedding."

"I just feel bad you couldn't tell me earlier," I said. 

He gave me a frustrated sigh. "Jesus, Brennan... I mean, I know how to put this, but you can be an intimidating dude."

I chuckled. "Intimidating?"

He nodded, and there was something about that vulnerable expression in his eyes. Kevin McConnell was hot as fuck. Thinning dark brown hair cut short, soulful eyes, more masculine than handsome face. "You know... successful, lacrosse jock, total bro...." He paused, as if anticipating my objection. "I'm not saying that's a bad thing, Nick, fuck yeah I'd worried how you'd take it."

"How long you been holding out on me?" I asked in an understanding tone but also not letting him off the hook. 

"I dunno... since I was like 16." He laughed, nervously, I think, as he thought back over the years.

"So you got a guy in your life? Fuck man, if you felt you couldn't bring your dude as a plus-one...."

"Nah, no Nick, no guy, at least not steady." He paused. "It's kind of hard back home... I put in crazy hours running Pop's shop and I guess I still keep a low profile. I get into the city every other weekend for some fun, and I have a buddy over in Edison who helps me out when we both get some free time."

"Yeah?" I said, trying to cheer him up. "That's cool. Sometimes you just need some relief to get you through."

Kevin smiled. "You said it. But, I don't know if I should tell you this... but the guy's married. If he weren't I'd probably be head over heels."

It was tough to see my fun-loving high school buddy wrestling with this heady stuff. I patted him on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging smile.

"Judgment free, man, particularly after my last year..."

That caught his attention. "What?"

I leaned in. "Just between you and me," I started, then decided to continue. "I'm kind of bi myself. At least I have experience with dudes."

I got a kick out of seeing the surprised look on Kevin's face. "Fuck!" he grunted. I suspected he had the hots for me. Maybe deep down, where he could barely admit. Or maybe he wanted me for a while. Or maybe he was just frustrated he'd held off telling me when I was the last person to judge him. "Um... does Cheryl know?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I won't go into details, but we have an arrangement."

"Well fuck me," Kevin laughed. "You're a man of surprises Brennan."

A thought occurred to me. I wasn't sure how hard up Kevin was, but I thought of a way to help my buddy out. "I may have another surprise for you... what do you say we get the bachelor party started early?"

The blood drained from his face. "Are you saying what I think you're saying." I could read the torn emotion on his face. He wanted me, sexually, but he also didn't want to fuck our friendship. 

I shook my head. "Not exactly. But let me ask you, bud... you have a thing for cops?"

"Is the pope Catholic?" he laughed. "Wait... what are you driving at Nick?"

I leaned back, a Cheshire grin on my face. "I know a guy. 20 and blond, honest to god cop, all muscle, too... is that your speed, buddy?"

His voice was hoarse. Kevin was turned on, all right. "Damn straight it's my speed. What is this, a blind date?"

I leered. "Don't think Officer Slocum's the dating type. Purely pump and dump. Unless you're strictly bottom," I put out there.

"Strictly vers," Kevin answered with a grin, clearly opening up to me now.

I picked up my phone and sent Randy a text. "You around? I got a buddy to bring by." I knew it was Randy's day off. I'd normally be dropping by if I wasn't getting ready for a wedding.

It took a half minute to get the reply. "I'm here, Mr. Nick. Come on by."

I smiled up at Kevin. "Let's go, man. I promise you're gonna love this."

He was like a giddy kid. I think the novelty of sharing a hook up with me, and the mind fuck that it was lacrosse jock Nick Brennan setting him with a piece of cop tail was getting to Kevin in the best way. 

On the drive over, Kevin had a huge smile. "Tell me to mind my business, Nick, but how long you been doing this guy?" I didn't even need to look over to know my friend was throwing hard. I started to worry poor Kevin didn't get laid enough. 

"A few months," I said. I gave Kev a quick look as I drove. "Though I've only been tapping his ass for a couple of weeks. Seriously, man, this guy's a total whore. Use him like you want."

"Fuck," Kevin growled. 

I parked the car in front of the Slocum residence. Thankfully they weren't in eye sight of nosy neighbors, and most people were at work at that hour anyway. 

"You coming in?" Kevin asked as he saw me pull out my phone but make no move to undo my seat belt. 

"I'll wait till you're done. Don't want it to be weird, you know? But I'll let Randy know you're coming in." Already I was typing a text.

I could see Kevin was a little disappointed, but he was game. "Yeah, makes sense. All right. I won't be long. Kinda backed up actually."

I laughed. "Go get 'em tiger," I urged.

Kevin smiled and winked before shutting the car door and strutting up to the front door. I could sense some hesitation before he opened it and walked right in.

It was not even five minutes later, and Kevin emerged again from the house. A shit-eating grin on his face as he walked back to the car with that freshly laid look. 

"Man, you weren't kidding," he said as he slid back into the passenger seat. "Total fucking whore. I see why you like it down here in Texas so much."

I chuckled and opened the door. "All right, my turn. Though I might not be a two-minute Stan..."

I was getting hard as I made my way up and into the house. It was dark with the curtains drawn. I didn't ask Kevin where they'd fucked but the bedroom was a good guess. Bingo. Officer Slocum was naked and ass up, kind of lying dreamily on his bed.

I pulled off my shirt and undid my jeans. I don't know why I was so frickin' hard, but I'd been like that a lot lately. 

Officer Slocum was quite a sight, I will admit. With all that thick muscle it was sometimes hard to remember he was as young as he was. I wondered if he took dick in high school, or if Big Daddy broke him in. Or both. 

I touched his meaty calf and felt his body shiver. "You take good care of my buddy?" I asked in a deep monotone.

He lifted his head some but didn't turn back to face me. "Yes, sir, Mr. Nick. I think he enjoyed himself."

I let out a soft laugh and got up on the bed. I know I told myself I wasn't gonna make things weird between me and McConnell, but the dude wasn't in the room just then. I pried Randy's muscle-cop buns apart and dove in. 

Fuck, I didn't have to dig deep with my tongue to find Kev's spunk. My bud wasn't kidding about being backed up and there was a ton of sperm all around Slocum's fucked pucker. I licked and slurped it right the fuck up. 

Kevin's nut didn't taste like Mark Bryant's. It was sweet, almost dessert sweet. I love it, too, though. I fed at that nasty hole, feeling Randy get worked up. His muscle-pup body was writhing in the bed now. 

I gave a slap and rose up. I didn't bother to lube. That ass was plenty wet as it was. 

"Oh fuck!" Randy gasped as I bottomed out in one shove. "Fuck me, Mr. Nick."

The dude was becoming as needy as Dan Bryant, I thought, as I started pumping his hot hole and leaning forward to kiss along his back and neck as I fucked harder. I was getting into a real head space now. Dominating this 5'10" rack of police officer beef, feeding off my own sexual need, thinking about how weird and wild it was that my high school buddy was waiting in the car for me to seed this ass and get back.

I growled, and started an orgasm that lasted a solid minute. I don't know why this nut was better than others. But it was. I kind of collapsed on Randy's back and lay there a second, catching my breath and kissing along his neck and back of his head. 

He finally turned toward me, maneuvering beneath me as my dick plopped out. Our lips met. Like, wild deep kiss, feeding off our mutual lust. I knew Slocum had nutted when I fucked him. Or when Kevin fucked him. Whatever, that slut cop was hard again, writhing against me. 

"You fucking cocktease," I growled, playfully. I was hard still. 

"Sorry Mr. Nick," the young blond guy smiled. "You caught me in a horny mood. You and your buddy."

I had an idea. I got up off the bed and found the phone in my jeans pocket. I sent Kevin a text. "Going for seconds. Come join if you want."

I tossed it down on my pile of clothes not waiting for a reply. I went back and embraced Officer Slocum in bed. Not rushing things, just kind of making out in missionary position, till I was ready for round two. I must have got carried away when I felt a hand on my back. 

It was Kevin. Naked, hard. He had a good body on him, for sure. Flat abs, nice chest, big arms. My buddy had taken care of himself and then some. Best of all, he had a nice, long tool which he stroked. 

"Hey," he greeted. Horny, but a little nervous. 

I leaned up and pulled him into a kiss. I didn't care if this was weird. The afternoon was shaping up better than I'd expected. I pulled off and felt the emotion poor between me and Kev. 

I looked down at Slocum, who seemed surprised but turned on. "Kevin here's my best man, Officer. Gonna take good care of him while he's in town?" 

"Yes, Mr. Nick," he replied softly. Then as if this was the instruction he was waiting for, he scooted over and took my buddy's hard dick into his mouth.  

 

****

I was drunk, but somehow not as drunk as my groomsmen. There were six of us: my best man Kevin, Dan, and three of my college buddies. Eric and Paul were lacrosse teammates at Duke, and Mitch had been my roommate the last couple of years. We had a nice steak dinner, some even nicer scotch, then hit the strip club. 

I don't like strippers. They're gross and dirty and never are all that hot anyway. But I loved being the center of attention, of having the guys egg me on as the half-Asian whore gave me a lap dance. Even Kevin got into hooting as he watched me playfully pull her g-string thong off with my teeth. 

I didn't know how much Kevin had been tapping Randy Slocum's cop ass, but he'd been in a fucking great mood all evening. My lacrosse buddies were acting like, well, lax bros. They'd ponied up for my lap dance and now were getting ones for themselves. As their girlfriends or fiancees were back at the hotel. It was my first bachelor party, but I assumed this was part of the ritual. 

Only Dan Bryant begged off. "Courtney would kill me," he laughed, looking on as Paul's eyes were in the tits of some blonde chick riding his crotch. He took a sip of water from a bottle. "It's sure hot to watch, though."

It had taken me a while to realize Dan was pacing his drinking. I wasn't sure why. We'd gotten a hotel in Austin and was Uber-ing it around. The dude didn't have to drive. It was almost like...

I leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You need it, Dan, buddy?" I said, my voice drunken.

He gave me a hangdog look, those blue eyes twinkling. "It's your bachelor party, Nick," he said. "I'm not gonna ask tonight."

I patted him on the shoulder as I leaned back in my chair and watched Paul get off from the lap dance. "Don't worry, man. I'm gonna take care of ya."

It was easier than I thought. Kevin left early. I wouldn't be surprised if Slocum was hauling his ass to Austin to get my buddy's dick. The rest of us stayed another twenty minutes, then made our way back to the hotel in two Ubers. Dan with me, and the other guys in the other car. Dan seemed quiet as we drove, but I felt his fingers on my leg, massaging my thigh muscle and working his way up to my crotch.

I lay back and pretended nothing was going on. I didn't want the driver weirded out or anything. But damn, Dan's hand felt nice massaging me, and I was getting erect. Finally we were pulling up in front of our hotel and Dan withdrew his arm. 

"Thanks," I slurred to the driver as I stumbled out. 

"You OK, Nick?" Dan asked, a little concerned. 

"Fine," I said. As we strutted into the lobby, I turned to him, taking in those adorable blue eyes. "Maybe you should help me to my room," I grinned.

Dan grinned back. "Yeah."

We didn't even bother turning on the room lights. I just pulled Dan close to me and kissed him. He kissed back, clearly hungry for it. 

"I'm getting a fucking brother," I said aloud. "In two fucking days."

Dan laughed, maybe amused I was drunk.

I patted his waist and snuggled up to him, pushing him against the wall. "You're a good guy, Dan," I said. "The best."

"Thanks," he said, seemingly taken off guard.

I ran my hand up and down his shirt. It was a buttoned shirt but the fabric was thin and synthetic and I could feel Dan's hard muscle underneath, warm and firm. "My fucking brother," I repeated. Then, just as loudly: "My brother gonna suck my fucking cock?"

It was a taunt, playful, but with an edge. 

I couldn't see Dan's expression but I could sense fear in his voice. "If you want, Nick."

I reached down and started undoing my jeans. I was glad that stripper whore hadn't gotten me off with her lap dance now. "I take care of you, don't I Danny boy?" I said. "Right?"

"Yes, Nick," Dan stammered. "You're good to me. I wasn't even going to ask you tonight. Honest."

I put my hands on his beefy shoulder. The universal sign, I suppose. "Get down and suck my cock, Dan," I ordered. 

He did, crouching down in front of me and pulling my briefs down and freeing my hardon. It took three seconds to feel his warm wet mouth engulf me. It was dark, with only a stream of faint light coming in from beneath the door. I felt an expert blow job now, bobs up and down, just the right amount of suction. Dan Bryant knew what he was fucking doing. He'd honed his skills on Big Daddy and god knows who else and now I was reaping the benefits. Nice, professional-grade head. 

Only it wasn't enough. I was drunk and my sexual response was slowed. I took matters into my own hands. I gripped Dan's soft hair and started fucking his face. The first thrust took him off guard and he choked a little. But I found my groove. Or rather, fucked and let Dan find his groove, relaxing his jaw and throat to accommodate me. 

I got real fucking into it. Deeper and faster mouth strokes. "That's it, brother," I grunted drunkenly. "Take that cock. You hot fuck."

Dan moaned. Sexual excitement? Mind fuck? Too much physical intensity? I had no idea, I was just going for my nut. My mind was a swirl of sexual fantasies. Tit fucking Courtney Bryant. Officer Slocum's blowjobs. Eating Big Daddy's cum out of his daughter's pussy. 

I came, like wild. I thought Dan would choke on the amount of cum, but the ejaculation just turned him the fuck on. The moans as he swallowed my seed were definitely pleasure.

I rode out the orgasm and then slowly withdrew. I took a second to slap my mucus-wet cock against Dan's cheeks a couple of times before stumbling back. 

"I gotta sleep," I grunted. I scooted back and found the bed, plopping my ass down on it as I worked my shoes and jeans off. The rest would have to wait till tomorrow. I lay back and felt like the room was spinning. 

"Thanks, Dan, you're the best," I hissed. But that was the last I remember until I woke up.