A Store in Pride Valley

I opened the door to the most wonderful aroma of a perfectly cooked beef loin. A man in the kitchen wearing a short-sleeved button-down shirt and taupe-colored short pants turned to face the two of us. The message on his apron said ‘Kiss the Chef’.

Susy turned to me. “You should kiss him first.”

“No,” I told her. “You should. My kiss will be longer, and you might get bored waiting.”

“Stop,” announced John. “No one’s kissing me. Susy, to the bathroom to wash your hands. Dinner is almost ready.”

She turned and left the room.

“And me, Daddy?”

“You?” He checked to see that Susy was gone before pulling his apron aside and revealing his unzipped pants with a penis and testicles protruding from the opening. “Suck it.”

I thought it was too dangerous. It was too risky. It was foolish. So I dropped on my knees and stuffed him into my mouth. He began to stiffen right away. I’d only gone up and down his shaft a few times when he pushed me away.

“That’s all for now, Slut. Just a little taste. Now get your fucking ass in the bathroom and wash up.”

“You fucking bastard.” I stood up. I should bend you over that hot stove and fuck your ass.”

“Maybe, but you won’t. Go wash your filthy hands.”

I did as requested, but on my way back, I stopped at his liquor cabinet. I had noticed some quinine a few weeks back. I sprinkled some on my fingers and walked into the kitchen. I pushed up against him. “You’re such a tease.”

He smiled and chuckled.

“I’m going to make you pay for that. I’ve got some rope under the bed. I hid it there for a special occasion.” I teased his lips with my thumb. He opened his mouth and sucked my index and middle finger into his mouth. He instantly regretted it. I grabbed the back of his head; he tried to spit out my fingers, but I wanted him to get the full effect. Thirty seconds was enough; that’s how long he let me suck him before sending me to wash my hands.

“What the hell was that?” His face pruned up. “Did you stick your finger up your ass?”

“That was payback for letting me start and not allowing me to finish.”

John got a glass of water. “And after I made a nice dinner.”

“And let me get a taste of dessert. Without the topping.”

“I’ll be careful in the future.”

“So will I,” I said. “I still love you.”

“And I still love you, you filthy bastard.”

“Me? I washed my hands.”

“Hmmph.”

“You’ve already set the table,” announced Sarah, making John jump.

I’d seen her walk into the room. “Jumpy much?” I laughed.

“I think your father would like some quinine water mixed with some tonic water and soda.”

“No, your father does not want that. Your future step-father is kidding.”

“I amkidding. Did you just say I’m going to be a step-dad?”

“Yeah, I did. That means you need to be responsible.”

“Cool,” said Susy.

“I’ve always been responsible,” I said.

“Is that so?” asked John.

“Well, I will admit that you bring out my irrational side.”

“They need to do a reality show about the two of you,” said Susy. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat. I’m drinking a Sprite. Y’all get whatever you want. I think I’ve just discovered that I’m a double princess.”

I raised my index finger in the air. “Wait, don’t double princesses get sent away to boarding school.”

“Evil step-fathers do that sort of thing,” said Susy. “But I have mine wrapped around my little finger.”

John looked over at me. “You’re screwed, buddy.”

Two hours later, John finished cleaning up the kitchen. I had just bored Susy to sleep while reading a chapter of ‘Little Women.’ I much preferred the version with June Allyson, but then, that wasn’t a book. My mind was wandering a bit, too. I kept going over my plans with John. I hoped that when he finished in the kitchen, he would take a little rest in preparation and fall asleep.

I opened the door slowly and peeked inside. I couldn’t see him. I slipped my head in a little farther. John jumped in front of me from the side. He was dressed in a pink thong and a pink t-shirt that had a hem that exposed his nipples. I started to laugh. A rope was tied around my hands and then around my ankles. He pushed me down on the bed and adjusted me so that my head hung down.

“You said you were not happy that I wouldn’t let you finish sucking me. How’s this?” He freed his cock and slid it into my mouth. I was still laughing as his cock thickened and began to block my airway as he slid into my throat. I loved to deep throat him, but this gave him complete control and began to frighten me a little. As he fucked my mouth, he pushed my shorts and underwear down and nipped at my scrotum.

I tried to push him off and gain the upper hand, but he had been too quick. His mouth found its way to my dick, and his wetness moved up and down my shaft. He pushed himself into my throat again, and I began to heave. John pulled out of my mouth and sat next to me on the bed. “I’m sorry, Aaron. This just doesn’t feel right. I thought it’d be fun to dress a little bit weird and surprise you and all, but I feel as though I’m doing this to you rather than doing this with you.”

“It scared me a little more than I thought it would. Maybe we’re the kiss-cuddle-fuck-cuddle kind of guys instead of the bondage type.”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I know you didn’t, and once I realized that I felt better, but I still felt trapped because of the rope. I know I put the rope there, but…”

“We tried it.”

“Untie it for me. I’d rather hold you in my arms. Will you forgive me for the quinine?”

“Hey, I thought that was a good one. It was sort of like your dick,” said John.

“In what way?

“Sort of funny and leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth.” He pulled the rope free.

“If it weren’t for that quick wit, you’d have no wit at all. Give me a hug.” John pulled me up to him, and I snuggled close. “This is more like it.”

“What if I fill the tub with warm water and we just soak together for a while.”

“Heavenly.” I helped him take his ‘shirt’ off, and while I stripped, he got the tub ready. I walked over to my naked man; he was standing next to the garden tub; he watched the water as it filled. I rubbed my hand up and down his back. I heard him make little noises as I did it. I kissed him and got into the tub.

Looking up at John, I saw him looking down at me. My dick sprang to life just looking at him. He stepped into the tub and lowered himself between my legs. He pressed back. My hardness was trapped between us. I kissed his back while my hand reached down his abdomen to find his cock. I held it tightly. I closed my eyes and leaned back.

“This is nice,” said John. “Better than before, on the bed. I didn’t enjoy that.”

“We’re definitely this kind of guy,” I said.

“You’re definitely my kind of guy.” John turned his head and shoulders to kiss me. I countered his movements and we made out in the warm water of the bathtub. I continued to move the skin of his penis up and down the shaft. His hardness excited me; I turned so I could face him. I was on my knees. With his knees bent, he leaned back and away from me. I pushed my dick down; the head moved hard across his taint and then forced itself into him.

John gasped. He moved so his hole rode up and down my hardness. His squeals were higher-pitched than usual. I pushed up to meet his downward movement. We developed a pleasing rhythm; my thumb pushed up on his erection as we fucked. There was no rush; there was no frenzy. The pleasure of the contact was paramount. John moved his hand over mine, he wrapped his fingers so they intertwined with mine, their tips pressing down the dorsal portion of his cock.

We were a single machine, joined together, and serving one purpose, demonstrating our physical love. The climax of our operation was nearing. My body trembled and I sucked in a large breath as I forced myself to hold back. I wanted John to come before me. A change in the speed of his hand signaled that he was close. I pivoted my hips down just slightly. He began to emit moans at a quicker pace. While it meant he was closer, it meant that I would not be able to hold back much longer.

The reward came as John shot his load over his head, onto his chin, and across his chest. I grabbed his legs with my hands and filled him with my seed. I felt lightheaded, satisfied, loved. John moved toward me; my dick slid out of him as he pressed his cum-covered chest to mine. We kissed, deeply, passionately.

“I love you,” he reminded me.

“I will never hear you say that to me too many times.”

He kissed me again.

“Let’s rinse off your chest. Like a true slut, you are covered in cum.”

“But wouldn’t a true slut be covered in someone else’s cum?”

I kissed him again. “I’m always lenient in your case.”

He laughed. “Most of it’s off. Maybe a quick rinse in the shower.” He stood up, and in the next instance, his toes pushed against my scrotum. The pain was intense. As he tumbled backward, his knee clipped my chin. My jaw was knocked shut, and my head was forced back. It struck the wall, and I was certain I saw a flash of light. As my head moved forward, I grabbed my head with my hands. John grabbed the air as he fell and turned on his side. His right arm contacted the tile floor at an angle. The snapping sound that filled the bathroom was radius as it cracked from the pressure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” John shouted through clenched teeth. His feet slipped over the edge of the tub and made a flopping noise as they hit the ground. My head was throbbing as I pulled myself to the edge and looked down on him.

“John?”

“My arm and my knee are killing me. I think I broke my arm. I heard a cracking sound. I don’t know what’s wrong with my knee.”

“You tried to bust my jaw with it.”

“Are you OK,” I asked.

“Bad headache.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey, accident. I’m sure of it.”

I heard a little chuckle. “You’re sure, huh?”

“Of course, you’re not the beneficiary, yet. Let me get some clothes on and I’ll check with the ER out on the highway. I slipped into a t-shirt and shorts, covered John with a couple of towels, and made a call. I was told they could x-ray his arm. Getting him off the floor and dressed was not fun. I cleaned the rest of his ejaculate off and got him dressed. We woke up Susy and got her in the car, and I drove us to get pictures.

At five in the morning, we were finished. John’s arm was in some high-tech velcro sling. They gave him pain medication. We had planned to leave at five in the morning to make our eight o’clock wedding. John was barely conscious because of the pain medication he’d been given. Susy was sleeping again but had been very cranky the last time she was awake. I was exhausted. I’m not sure if I’d slept at all, but if we were going to get married today, I needed to head out. I looked over at the man in the passenger seat. He’d done a lot of work getting this organized, a marriage, the honeymoon with a daughter in tow, romantic dinner while someone watched Susy. I pulled out onto the highway and drove away from Pride Valley.