Cucked By My Dad

We’d barely been home a week from vacation when my father said the worst, cruelest, most unfathomable thing in the world to me.

“Son,” he said, hands on his hips like some dumbass, hefty cowboy, “it’s time for you to get a job.”

I almost screamed.

Okay, I did scream a little bit. I also tried to slam my bedroom door in his face, but he caught it with the toe of his work boots.

“I’m serious,” he said, wedging his way past the door and into my room. “Now that you’ve graduated high school, you need to start earning money to support yourself.”

I was hardly able to stop him from coming into my room, weak and lanky as I’ve always been. So I sat on the opposite side of my bed, facing the wall and pretending not to hear him.

“Look at me.” I felt his warm, thick fingers on my shoulder. Reluctantly, I turned and met his gaze. “Your mother and I are happy to house you while you go to community college. We’re not asking you to pay rent or anything, but you need to earn your own money for other stuff. Food, clothes, all your little accessories.”

I spotted my box of scarves sitting on the ground and subtly kicked it under the bed. “I don’t see why I need a job all of a sudden,” I said with a huff. “You guys were fine paying for me when I was in high school. Now I’m in college and everything’s changed? That’s ridiculous.”

“That was my fault.” Dad sighed. “You’ve always been a… softer boy. I didn’t want to push you too hard, I wanted you to feel supported. Your mother thought I was coddling you, and maybe she was right. But no more–I want you to start looking for a job on Monday.”

“What would I even do?” I said, my voice getting slightly hysterical. “I have no skills.”

“Well–”

“DON’T say retail. I would rather set myself on fire.”

“I wasn’t gonna say that.” Dad gave me a small smile. “I was gonna say, you could always come work for your old man.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Working construction? Seriously?”

“Well, not exactly,” he admitted. “But we could use some more help in the office. Kathy could train you on the front desk, you could answer phones–”

“Hard pass,” I said. 

Dad sat next to me on the bed and nudged me playfully with his leg. “You know, I worked for my dad when I was your age. It could be fun.” 

He stared at me with those big, dumb, blue eyes of his, face stretched in a stupid, goofy grin. Just who did he think he was?

I walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing for him to leave. “I’ll figure something out on my own, thank you very much.”

Dad nodded. “Sounds good. I know you can do it, son.”

He gave me a hug, pinning me against his thick, beefy chest. I felt his scratchy mustache on my skin as he kissed my cheek and then he was gone, leaving me with a sick feeling of dread in my stomach.

“It’s completely unfair,” I whined, lounging on my stomach on the bed as my BFF Gibby offered words of comfort over the phone. “I mean, talk about moving the goalposts, right?”

“I don’t know,” she said, her voice a slow drawl. “Maybe it’s a good thing. You could save up a lot of money, especially if you don’t have to pay rent.”

“But what would I even do? Be a barista? I know that’s every gay’s calling, but I just can’t picture myself in that green apron and ugly hat.”

“Well,” she said, her voice tinged with the promise of something juicy. “There are other ways of making money.”

“Like what?”

“I may or may not know someone who made a ton of money selling feet pics online earlier this year.”

I sat up, my jaw dropping. “Gibby, you slut!”

She laughed. “You’d be surprised how many pervs are out there!”

“How much did you make?”

“Mmm, I don’t know. Like $20 a photo. Maybe $50 if I did something special like paint my nails or step on a piece of cake.”

I stared at my toes, frowning. “That’s like, nothing. Men are so cheap.”

“I had a lot of guys offer to pay more for more… intimate pics,” she said. “But that kind of weirded me out. It’s one thing to show my feet, but to go full-on sex worker… I don’t know.”

My eyes lit up. “Holy shit. Gibby, you’re a genius.”

“Oh God,” she groaned. “Why do you always take the exact opposite meaning of what I say?”

I giggled, ignoring her. “All this time I’ve been trying to lose my virginity by just giving it away. I’m such a stupid slut! I should be charging guys for the privilege of taking my cherry. I’ll kill two birds with one stone!”

“This sounds like a terrible idea, Leo,” she said, but I had already hung up. I grabbed my computer and googled “Gay Sex Worker Business Near Me High Earnings Hot Guys No Uglies.”

I was surprised at just how many sites there were for gay escorts. I sorted through various profiles, trying to get a sense of what people charged and how it worked. The most popular profiles all had perfect bodies and big muscles, and most of them were tops. There were plenty of twinks and bottoms on there, but they didn’t seem to get nearly as much traction, which worried me. I would do a lot of degrading sex stuff for money, but topping was a step too far.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my dad banging on my bedroom door.

“Up and at ‘em!” His booming voice made my head throb.

I pulled a pillow over my head, groaning. “You can’t expect me to job search this early.”

“Leo, it’s 11:30. I’m home for my lunch break and thought I’d check on you. Now come on, it’s time to hit the pavement. You can take my car, just drop me off on the way and pick me up at 5.”

I threw on a pair of booty shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, but my dad turned me around and sent me straight back inside. “You need to look presentable,” he said. “That means a collared shirt and a pair of pants.”

I didn’t even know if I had such an ugly combination of clothes, but after a little digging in my closet, I found a floral button-down and a skin-tight pair of Levi’s. When I got to the car, my dad was beaming at me.

“You look great, son. I’d hire you in a heartbeat.”

I rolled my eyes but said nothing. After I dropped him off at work, I headed for the nearest café to do more research into selling my body to strangers online for money. The place was sprawling with people sitting at tables on their laptops, sipping lattes and working remotely. How funny that I was just like them now, in a way.

I set my bag on a table and headed for the counter, where a cute barista with a nametag that read Drew stood smiling at me. “Welcome in,” he said. He had bright white teeth and a wide smile, which stood out against his dark black skin. His hair was thick and textured, jutting out at every angle. He was hot as fuck.

“Hi,” I said, desperately wishing I’d worn the booty shorts. “What’s good here?”

He pursed his lips, then said, “Depends. What do you like?”

“Honestly? Something thick, creamy, hot…”

He grinned. “Like a latte?”

“Ugh, no,” I said. “I hate coffee.”

Drew laughed. “Well, that’s about 90% of what we sell here. But if you like thick and creamy, how about a hot chocolate?”

I stared at his lips, full and beautiful. God, what I wouldn’t give to feel them on my little pink purse. “Let’s do it.”

“Can I get your name?”

“Leo.” I raised an eyebrow. “Why, do you want my number, too?”

His eyes went wide for a second. He opened his mouth, then sputtered. “Um… it’s for the drink,” he said awkwardly. “You know, when we call it out on the end of the bar…”

I felt my stomach drop out of my asshole. “Right. Of course. That was just a joke.”

He smiled. “I mean, I’ll take your number, too.”

I smirked. Looks like this girl’s still got her game.

Once I’d nabbed the hot chocolate (and Drew’s number), I sat down at my table and continued my research.

To be honest, a lot of the escorting websites seemed kind of boring and, frankly, too much work. Selling my body was fine with me, but what I really wanted was a hot older guy to pay me money, give me nice things, and fuck me bareback. It wasn’t until I stumbled on a website for sugar babies/sugar daddies that it all became clear. Of course! This was my lot in life. I don’t know why it took me this long to realize it, but when you find your calling, it’s like everything falls into place.

I signed up for the site right away and started building my profile.

Name: Leo Wyte.

No, wait. I couldn’t use my real name. What if someone I knew saw my profile? That would be so humiliating.

Name: Leonard White.

Age: 18

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 120 lbs

Size: 4.5”

Orientation: Gay

Position: Sub bottom

Foreskin: Cut

Safe/bb: Raw is law

Body hair: Smooth

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Brown

Style: Twink

Body: Slim and pale, like a porcelain doll

Race: White

Zodiac: Gemini

About me: Fun, flirty, sensitive, humble bottom. I’m lots of fun and a great listener. I’m a shoulder to lean and cry on. I’m the life of the party, the belle of the ball, and the boy of your dreams.

What I’m looking for: Hot sugar daddies who love to spoil their boys rotten and fuck them silly. Aged 35-75.

I know I was putting the age kinda high, but I figured if I got a real old guy maybe I could finagle my way onto the will or something. I searched through my phone for some of my sluttiest thirst traps, a few hole pics, one “business casual” look, and then added the photos to the site.

I finished the profile in a little over an hour, but I knew I couldn’t come home yet, so I spent the rest of the day shopping online and flirting on and off with Drew. He gave me free biscotti and told me some boring shit about a band he was in (I think they did Prince covers, I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening). I told him I would definitely come to see him one of these nights and grab a drink with him after. 

As I left for the night, I vaguely wondered if I would give my virginity away for free after all. 

Who knew? The world was my oyster.

“So, how did job hunting go?” 

My dad was standing over the hot stove, his “Kiss the Cook” apron barely fitting around his broad chest. He stirred some red sauce in a pot on the stove while I sat at the kitchen table, nibbling on a Pop-tart.

“I got hired,” I said smugly.

“No kidding?” He turned to me, grinning. “Good for you, son. Where?”

“That coffee shop in the strip mall off I-95,” I said nonchalantly. “It’s no big thing.”

“Well, that’s great,” Dad said, adding a bit of salt to the sauce. He sipped a spoonful, then nodded. “I’ll have to come visit you sometime.”

My stomach turned. “Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said quickly.

He chuckled. “What, you’re afraid your old man will embarrass you?”

“Yes, actually,” I said, leaping on the excuse. “I’m an adult, it’d look stupid to have my parents checking up on me at work.”

Dad threw his hands up in the air. “I know, I know. You want space, I hear that. I’m just proud of you, is all. I worked all through college at my dad’s construction company. I know how tough it is to balance work and school, but I think it’ll be good for you. Give you some responsibility.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, opening up another Pop-tart.

“It’s all part of the college experience. Speaking of which, I’ve got my reunion on Friday.” He grabbed a handful of pasta and tossed it in a pot of boiling water. “It’s at a hotel downtown. Mom and I will be gone all night so you’ll be on your own for dinner.”

“Jesus, Dad, I’m not totally helpless,” I said, my mouth full. “I’ll just order Grubhub.”

He sighed, then walked over and ruffled my hair. “I really am proud of you, Leo. You set your mind to something and you worked hard to achieve it.”

Despite myself, I blushed. I felt a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest as Dad went back over to the stove and finished cooking dinner. It was kind of nice, getting validation from him. Lately we’d been at each other’s throats so much I’d forgotten what it was like to feel close again. Sure, he didn’t know I was selling my pussy to old dudes for a bit of spending money, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. He was right–I was supporting myself for the first time. A little scary, but all new things were.

The next day I dropped Dad off at work and then drove over to the coffee shop to check for updates on my profile.

“Good morning,” said Drew when I walked in, flashing me that bright white smile. He’d put little golden clips onto his locs, which made him look even hotter than the day before.

“Hey Drew,” I said, leaning on the counter (if I had tits he’d have gotten a great view of my cleavage). “Looks like you survived the rush.”

“Barely.” He had a sexy smirk on his face like he knew we were both thinking about anal. 

“Did you miss me, or do you only think about me when you’re frothing milk?”

He laughed as he wiped down the counter. “Looks like you’re in a good mood today. What can I get you?”

“Surprise me.” I shot him a playful smile. “I trust your taste.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s a tough one. I mean, you hate coffee and you don’t strike me as a tea kind of a guy.”

I laughed gaily. “You’re so silly. I’m willing to take the risk, trust me.”

He nodded, then turned and started making something behind the counter. I set myself up at my usual table and opened up my computer to see if I’d gotten any matches. Surprisingly, the selection was abysmal. I had less than ten total matches, half of which were from scam profiles asking me if I wanted to make $10,000 a day working remotely (why the FUCK would you hire a sugar baby to do remote office work? We’re dumb as shit). The rest were pretty poor as well. A man with a yacht in Florida? Too far. Another who wanted a “strict companion” and listed “obedience” as a priority? Mkay, no thank you. I could barely stick to my own rules, let alone anyone else’s.

Fuck, was this what I had to work with? Maybe I should give it away for free after all.

“I hope you like something sweet.” Drew set a large iced pink drink on the table in front of me, then handed me a straw. “Take a sip–I wanna see what you think.”

I popped the straw in the drink and took a swig. It was sweet, like strawberries and cream. “Fuck, that’s delicious.”

He grinned. “Figured you’d like it. It’s pretty popular with, uh… boys like you.”

I batted my eyelashes. “Oh, you mean cute, sexy guys with great taste, killer legs, and no plans on Friday night?”

Drew licked his lips, then laughed. “You got me there. Want me to take you out?”

I took another sip. “Hmm. I thought you’d never ask.”

The bell above the door rang as another customer walked in. “Why don’t I text you when I’m off and we can work out the deets?” asked Drew.

“I’ll be waiting,” I said sing-songily before turning back to my computer.

I spent a couple of hours wasting time on TikTok before checking my matches again, but still no one new. I was just about to reload the page when I felt a firm hand clamp down on my shoulder.

“Working hard?”

The sound of my father’s voice nearly made me jump out of my seat. “Dad? Wh-what are you doing here?”

He slid into the seat across from me, sweaty and covered in a thin sheet of dirt from work. “I wanted to visit you on your first day! So, how’s it going?”

I quickly closed my laptop. “It’s fine. I’m–I’m on a break.”

“Roger,” said Dad. He nodded his head toward Drew, who was ringing someone up. “Some cute co-workers, huh?”

I blushed. “I guess.”

“Are they friendly?”

“They’re fine,” I said, my voice tinged with annoyance. I looked over at Drew again, then at my father. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I ought to introduce myself–”

“No!” I said, a little too loudly. “I mean… please don’t embarrass me.”

“Can I at least get a drink?”

I sighed. “Fine. But don’t tell anyone you’re my dad.”

Dad chuckled. “All right, son. Be right back.”

I watched him saunter over to the counter, his large work boots clunking with every step. It made my stomach sink to see Drew’s eyes light up as he approached him at the counter. My dad tipped his hat, then pointed at the menu. They were too far away for me to hear what they were saying, but from their body language, I could tell things were a little friendlier than just barista and customer.

Dad said something that made Drew laugh loudly. I rolled my eyes and buried my face in my laptop. I couldn’t believe I was watching this play out in real-time. I tried to distract myself with the Sugar Daddy website, but my lack of matches just made me even more depressed.

When I looked up a few seconds later, they were gone. I looked around and spotted Dad following Drew toward the back of the café.

“What the hell?” I said to myself. I turned around, craning my neck to see the two of them slipping into some back room just a couple of yards from where I sat. I got to my feet, arriving at the door just as it closed. When I tried the handle, it was locked.

My heart raced. He couldn’t be doing what I was thinking he’d be doing, right? In less than five minutes? That had to be a record. I put my ear to the door, but I couldn’t hear anything. Then, faintly, I heard a low groaning sound, followed by a clanking metal sound. It couldn’t be… was that my father’s belt hitting the ground?

“Oh, fuck son… that’s it…”

The faint sounds of moaning told me everything I needed to know. With cheeks burning, I sat back down at my table, my hands covering my quickly growing boner. So much for Friday night!

I could still hear faint groaning and the sounds of smacking flesh coming from the back room. I looked around, but nobody else in the café seemed to notice anything. Then a sudden dinging sound from my computer snapped my attention back to the screen.

“You have a new match!”

I forgot all about my father and Drew. My eyes lit up as I clicked on the profile:

William, 52. Enjoys fine dining, travel, and spoiling his partners. In town for the week and looking for a younger companion to have a good time with.

The man in the photo was quite handsome, a daddy bear with a thick gray beard and a large, burly frame. He reminded me oddly of my father in a lot of ways, except he had an even bigger belly and a thick head of brown hair. In the photo, he was wearing a cowboy hat, a white long-sleeved t-shirt, and jeans.

I heard a high-pitched whimper coming from the back room. “Oh, fuck sir… it’s so big…” 

I ignored it and typed out a quick message: “Hey there ;)”

I got a reply right away.

WILLIAM: Hey cutie. Who’s this charming devil sliding into my inbox?

LEONARD: Just a boy looking to be spoiled.

WILLIAM: Lucky for you I like to treat my boys right.

LEONARD: What did you have in mind?”

WILLIAM: Wine you, dine you… well, you know the rest.

LEONARD: Hmm, not sure I do. Care to elaborate? *smiling devil emoji*

A loud grunt rang out from the back room, then the rough sound of my dad’s laughter. “Jesus, boy. You really know how to work that thing. Squeeze your pussy for me.”

I looked around again, but nobody seemed to hear this but me. Seriously? 

When I looked back at the screen, there was another message from William.

WILLIAM: First I’d take you to dinner. Someplace fancy, cozy, dark. The kind of place you could slip onto my lap and no one would be the wiser.

LEONARD: I like it so far. Keep going.

WILLIAM: We’d eat, have a few drinks… I tend to have wandering hands, so I might tease you a little. Get you hot and ready for dessert.

LEONARD: What’s dessert?

WILLIAM: Dessert’s back at the hotel. Got a full-size jacuzzi just begging for those soft, smooth legs of yours. Of course, I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself…

Fuck. This guy was like a fucking wet dream!

The moaning from the back room got even louder.

“Fuck, boy...”

“UNGH!”

“UGH… take that dick…”

“HUNHH!”

“OOF! Gonna nut…”

I put in headphones and typed out another message.

LEONARD: That sounds like quite a night. How generous do you like to be?

WILLIAM: I think you can expect at least 600 kisses. Maybe more if you’re a good boy.

Woof. I would have done it for $100!

LEONARD: I’ll be a good boy if you’re a good daddy.

WILLIAM: I’m sold. I’m taking you out tonight.

Tonight? Wow, he did move fast. Then again, his profile said he was only in town for the week, so I suppose it made sense.

LEONARD: What time?

WILLIAM: 6 pm. I like an early dinner so I can really take my time with dessert. I’ll send a car for you, just tell me where.

I was practically glowing with excitement. What a diamond in the rough! A hot daddy to spoil me and fuck me silly, and I was getting at least $600 out of it? Finally, my years of good karma were being rewarded. I sent him the address for the gas station a couple blocks down from my place and then closed my computer, sipping triumphantly from my pink beverage.

When Dad came out of the back room a few minutes later, his face was flush and his forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I saw Drew hobble out a couple of seconds later, quickly retying his apron.

“Sorry about that,” said Dad as he slid back into the seat in front of me. “Just wanted to see if they had any more of that almond milk in the back.”

I stood, slipping my computer back into my bag. “It’s fine. I was actually just leaving.”

Dad blinked in surprise. “Really? I thought you were on break.”

“The manager came and told me I could leave early.” I looked him up and down dismissively. “You know, while you were looking for the almond milk.”

Dad looked flustered. “Leo, I–”

“You can take the car back to work. I’ve got plans tonight, so I can’t pick you up after all.”

Dad stood. “Plans? What plans?”

I giggled. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Bye, Dad. Hope you enjoy your almond milk… whatever.”

I sauntered over to the counter where Drew was standing. “Hey,” he said sheepishly. “Uh, about Friday–”

“Forget it,” I said, tossing my drink in the trash. “I suddenly remembered I have something better to do.”

I turned and walked out of the store, enjoying the feeling of my father and Drew staring after me.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in the bath, scrubbing my legs and arms with a sugar scrub and applying a clay mask to prepare my face for tonight. Afterward, I rubbed my skin with scented lotion and gave my curly hair a blow dry and a couple of spritzes of lavender oil.

The only thing left was to choose what to wear to my deflowering. Should I go sexy? Slutty? Professional? I would be working, after all. But to be fair, I was a whore, not a receptionist.

I ended up choosing a middle route. The restaurant was quite fancy and I didn’t think William wanted my “rent-by-the-hour” status to be telegraphed to everyone who saw us. The most difficult choice was underwear, which took me about 20 minutes alone, but I ended up settling on a classy white-and-red trim jockstrap. Then I donned a rosy pink silk shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of my chest to show off a bulky gold necklace. I paired it with a pair of fitted beige shorts, high-waisted and tucked-in to show off my slim waist. Last was a pair of suede loafers, light brown, no socks. I looked at myself in the mirror and nearly gasped. Holy shit, did I deserve to get fucked tonight.

By the time I got downstairs, it was a quarter to six and Dad was just getting home from work. He took one look at me and his jaw nearly dropped.

“Leo… wow. You look… Where, um, where are you going?”

I shrugged. “Out. Don’t wait up, okay?”

Dad grabbed my arm before I could leave. “Hey, about earlier…”

I smiled politely. “What about it?”

His eyes trailed down my chest, along the gold necklace and into my shirt. He swallowed. “I hope I didn’t… embarrass you.”

“Oh Dad,” I said, taking his hand and prying it off my arm. “I don’t think about you enough for you to embarrass me. See ya!”

I walked out without looking back. By the time I got to the gas station, there was a black SUV waiting on the corner. The front window rolled down and a man called out, “You Leonard?”

“Yep!” I said, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. He hopped out of the car and opened my door for me, then helped me in.

I spent the car ride to the restaurant buzzing with anticipation. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening–not only would I lose my virginity tonight, but first I’d be pampered! If this wasn’t proof that good things happen to good people, I didn’t know what was. 

After a few minutes, the car pulled over to the side and dropped me off in front of the restaurant. It was someplace I’d never been before, too fancy for my family’s budget. Standing in front of the restaurant, dressed in a tailored suit with his hair slicked back, was William.

He looked even better than in his pictures. He was tall, which I liked, but also thick and wide. I loved a guy with a bit of bulk to him, and he didn’t disappoint.

He looked me up and down and let out a low whistle. “Holy shit,” he said, his voice thick with a southern drawl. “You must be the sexiest boy I think I’ve ever seen.”

I let out a bashful giggle, then walked over and kissed him on the cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, William.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Leonard.”

I put my hand on his. “Call me Leo.”

He leaned into my ear and whispered, “You can call me Daddy,” then put his hand around my waist and guided me into the restaurant.

The inside of the restaurant was like nothing I’d ever seen. It was dimly lit, the central feature a neon-colored waterfall cascading into a koi pond in the middle of the lobby. The walls and floors were polished marble, the chairs and tables made from cherry wood with bronze trim. A hostess who could have been a model led us to a booth in a dark corner of the restaurant. I couldn’t help but notice the glances we were getting. Naturally, I assumed it was because I looked hot as shit and everyone was jealous of me. The feeling of Will’s grip still holding me tightly by the waist gave me an extra boost of confidence.

As I slid into my seat, a waitress who looked barely out of high school walked up with a fake-looking smile on her face. “Welcome to–”

When she saw me, her eyes went wide. “Oh my God. Leo?”

It took me a moment to place her. “Tracy?”

She laughed. “I almost didn’t recognize you. It’s been so long!”

She looked from me to William, a snide grin on her face. “Oh, is this your father? It’s so nice to meet you. Leo and I go way back. Ever since, what, you were stealing my dolls in third grade, was it?”

My cheeks burned. Tracy’s smile stretched just a little wider, victory gleaming in her eyes.

Before I could come up with a response, William chuckled–a deep, rich sound that boomed with confidence. “Sweetheart, I hope you don’t greet all your customers with such bad guesses. You might ruin a perfectly good date.”

Tracy’s smile slipped, but she recovered quickly. “My mistake. Can I get you two started with something to drink?”

“Champagne,” William said smoothly, leaning back against the booth and drumming his fingertips across the table like he owned the place. “Your finest bottle. We’re celebrating.”

Tracy’s lips twitched. “What are we celebrating?”

William grinned. “Just a date with the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

My cheeks flushed, but this time, not with embarrassment–it was giddiness.

Tracy didn’t seem to share the feeling. “I’ll need to see some ID,” she said tightly.

William didn’t even blink. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a crisp $100 bill, and slid it across the table. “Don’t worry about it, darling,” he said with a wink.

Tracy eyed the bill with her beady little eyes. I could tell she wanted to turn it down to keep some sense of power over me, but considering what I knew about her, there was no way she’d be able to turn it down. She snatched the bill and stuffed it into her apron.

“I’ll be right back with that champagne,” she muttered, spinning on her heel.

As soon as she was gone, William turned to me, his expression amused. “I take it you’re not a fan of hers.”

I smiled sweetly. “What gave it away?”

He grinned. “I’m from the South, baby boy. Passive aggressive is our native tongue.”

I snorted despite myself. 

William leaned in slightly, his voice dropping a bit. “I hope that was all right. I didn’t know if maybe you were… embarrassed to have people know we were on a date.”

I sat up quickly, shaking my head. “No, no, not at all,” I said, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. “Tracy just has a way of getting to me. She always thought she was the hottest thing around, and I was just some flaming little queen for her to laugh at. I couldn’t even come out without her making fun of me for acting as though it was even news.”

“She sounds like a real bitch,” said William.

“She’s probably just bitter,” I said, my voice tinged with resentment. “I heard her dad knocked up some other chick and cut her off. That’s probably why she’s working here, scrounging to make enough to get by. Serves her right.”

“Come here,” William said, pulling me to my feet and into the booth next to him. He put his arm around me, closing the gap between us and leaning in until his thick grey beard was scratching the back of my neck.

“I don’t give a hot damn about that woman,” he said in my ear, his voice low and growling. “I meant what I said–you really are the most beautiful man I’ve ever been on a date with.” He nuzzled my neck, his fingers sliding up my thigh.

I felt lightheaded. I giggled, enjoying the feeling of his touch and his warm breath on my neck. When the busboy stopped by to pour us the champagne, I was too caught up in William to even notice.

“I wanna make a toast,” William said, sliding one of the glasses into my hand. “To unforgettable nights… and even better mornings.”

We clinked glasses, then I brought the champagne to my lips and drank deeply. It bubbled against my tongue, like a thousand sweet and sour little sparks bursting into gold.

By the time Tracy returned to take our order, William had my legs draped across his lap, lightly caressing my skin. Tracy’s expression twisted in disgust, but she said nothing, merely refilling our champagne and taking our order as quickly as possible.

I couldn’t have been happier.

“I want to know about you.” William grabbed an oyster off the bowl of shaved ice, squeezed a bit of lemon onto it, then held it up to my lips. I swallowed it whole, blushing as the slimy mass slid down my throat.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.”

His smile was so open, so endearing. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to pour my guts out to him. But before I could open my mouth, it hit me that I didn’t actually have anything to say. What would I tell him? That I was still living with my parents, that I couldn’t get a job, that I was going to some shitty community college because I wasn’t smart enough to actually get in anywhere else?

I blushed and turned away. “There’s not much to tell, really,” I said coyly.

He put his hand on my cheek and turned me back to face him. “Somehow I doubt that.”

I smiled sadly. “Well… it’s kind of a tragic story, really.”

He put his hand on mine. “Oh, sweetheart.”

I sighed. “The truth is, I don’t actually remember much before the age of seven.” I looked away as if remembering things from long ago. “I was raised in an orphanage, always assuming I was another abandoned kid. Then one day, an old woman recognized me. She told me I looked just like the youngest son of a powerful family who had vanished years ago, presumed dead in a tragic accident.”

William’s jaw dropped. “Jesus. You poor thing.”

I nodded. “I think I was somebody once,” I said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Maybe I still am.”

He tilted his head, studying me with newfound intrigue. He smirked. 

“You know, I can see it,” he said, running his finger along the rim of his glass. “The way you carry yourself–like someone who was meant for something bigger. Bigger than this place, at least.”

I smiled, grateful that he’d never seen the classic 1997 film Anastasia. It felt nice, being someone else for a change. Maybe that was what I’d been missing. I’d spent so long trying to be myself, and where had that gotten me? An unemployed virgin with no prospects. Here, with William, I could be a spoiled little prince, finally being treated and pampered the way he deserved.

“What about you?” I put my hand on his chest, my fingertips sliding in the gap between his shirt buttons and feeling the coarse, wiry hair underneath. “How’d you get to be this big, successful businessman?”

He put his hand on mine and, popping open one of the buttons of his shirt, slid my hand further into his chest hair. My dick grew hard in my shorts.

“It’s a long, boring story, I’m afraid,” said William. “I was in finance, then real estate, then venture capital. Made a few good investments, got a business or two under my belt. Now I let my money do the talking for me.”

I rubbed my thumb along his nipple, making him deeply. “Is that how you charm boys like me into your bed?”

I could feel him growing hard underneath me. He leaned in and nuzzled my neck again. “I want you,” he whispered, his voice rough and commanding. He slipped his hand up the leg of my shorts, his fingertips brushing my inner thigh. “Come back to my hotel. We’ll have a drink, soak in the hot tub… Just you and me.”

I giggled at the feeling of his beard tickling my neck. “But the food hasn’t even–”

“I’m not hungry for that,” he said gruffly.

We locked eyes for a moment, and before I knew it his mouth was on mine, hungry and wild. He held me close to him, his thick fingers squeezing my flesh. I opened my mouth and turned myself over to him, dizzy with lust. This was everything I’d been hoping for, to be desired and wanted and taken, the way a real man takes a slightly smaller, more effeminate man. His mouth was hot and wet, the taste of champagne still lingering. I needed him inside me more than I’d ever needed anything in my life.

The sound of a curt cough made me snap back to attention. I pulled off of him, my breathing still hot and heavy, as Tracy stood there with our entrées looking like she was going to vomit all over us.

“Oh, hey,” I said breathlessly.

William pulled out his wallet and flung a black Amex onto the table. “Wrap that up for us and bring us the check,” he said, his eyes locked on me as he caressed my leg. He licked his lips hungrily. “We got places to be.”

It was easily the best moment of my life as William led me out of the restaurant, his hand possessively gripping my waist as Tracy seethed in the background. He called us a black Range Rover to drive us back to his hotel, taking my hand and helping me into the backseat like I was some kind of princess or something.

He was staying at the Embassy Suites downtown, a place I’d driven past but never stepped foot inside. After the driver pulled up to the curb, he opened the door for me and offered me his hand. “Fuck, I can’t wait to get you in my room,” he said as he helped me to the ground.

“I thought we were going in the hot tub,” I said with a wink.

William smirked, his hand still clamped around mine as he guided me to the entrance. “We are,” he said. “But that’s just the start.”

The elevator had mirrored walls, which made it look like we were in a funhouse, the reflections stretching endlessly in every direction. William wrapped his arms around me, sliding his hands beneath my shirt and rubbing my smooth chest. “You’re so fucking delicious,” he whispered before nipping my ear.

I leaned back, running my fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked my neck. I needed to be on all fours, needed to feel this man’s belly smacking into me as he plowed the everloving shit out of me. But what was the rush? We had all night for that. For now, all I had to do was enjoy the moment.

His room was on the top floor at the end of the hall. When he opened the door, I felt my heart skip a beat. The suite was gigantic, opening into a large open living area with a plush sectional sofa and a flat-screen TV. The windows opened out onto the city, giving me the best view of my town I’d ever seen.

“Hot tub’s this way,” said William, taking me by the hand and leading me into the other room.

The bedroom had a king-sized bed with a massive headboard, complete with sheets that I’m sure had a higher thread count than I’d ever experienced before. He led me past the bed into the en-suite bathroom, which was lined with marble tiles, a walk-in shower, and a gigantic soaking tub. He reached over and turned on the water.

I put my hands on my hips. “I thought you said you had a hot tub.”

William shrugged off his suit jacket, grinning. “Well, technically it’s a tub and it is hot.”

I pursed my lips in a smile, then started unbuttoning my shirt. We slowly undressed in front of each other, our eyes taking in the other person’s body. William was strong and hefty, with a big chest and a large, hairy belly. He was the quintessential bear, all man and all mine. I slipped off my shirt, exposing my pale, hairless torso.

“Fuck,” he said, unbuckling his belt. “You’re so fucking smooth.”

I blushed. “I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

He pulled down his trousers, exposing a large pair of black briefs. His bulge was prominent as he was half-hard already. “Neither did I.”

As he kicked off his pants, I shyly unbuttoned my shorts and slid them past my knees. His jaw dropped as he took in my pale legs and my white-and-red jockstrap. “Come here,” he said, waving me over.

I walked over to him and he took me in his arms, the two of us clad only in our underwear. He kissed me deeply, his hands sliding down my back to squeeze my bare ass. He lifted me up, holding me by my cheeks as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I fit nicely in his arms, and the feeling of his cock rubbing up against my hole with nothing but a thin piece of fabric between us made me leak in my jockstrap. He spread my cheeks with his fingers, thrusting his cockhead against me as he moaned hungrily in my mouth.

He broke the kiss, his beard wet with saliva. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he growled.

I leaned in and kissed him softly. “Then let’s get in the tub.”

He set me back on my feet, then tested the temperature of the water with his hand. He shut off the water and, with one of his meaty paws, slid off his briefs and kicked them to the side.

He had a thick, grey bush that spilled out like jungle vines. In the center was a stubby, thick cock, more girthy than long. Truthfully, I had been hoping for something to reach a bit deeper, but was pleasantly impressed with the thick knob at the end. I knew it would stretch me to my limit, but luckily I had been planning for this day for quite some time.

I was about to slide off my jockstrap when he stopped me.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing me by the wrist. He got to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs to my waistband. “Let me.”

He slowly pulled off my underwear, his nose buried in my soft pubes as he breathed in my scent. I felt my cock fling upward as he slid the jockstrap off, hitting him in the nose. I was harder than I’d ever been, all 4 and a half inches standing at full attention. He took a deep breath, then slid his mouth over the end of my shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my fingers kneading through his hair. He swallowed me to the root, his tongue working the underside of my shaft as my legs trembled. I had never had my dick sucked before, and even though I’d never thought I’d care all that much for it, I had to admit it felt incredible. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the passion of the man pleasuring me.

As I stood there, sweating from the steam coming out of the tub as this man old enough to be my father fellated me, I had a sudden flash of my dad on his knees in front of me. It came to me quick and unbidden, the image of him naked with my cock in his mouth, eyes locked on mine as he bobbed up and down.

I cried out, opening my eyes as I took a step back. My cock popped out of William’s mouth and he looked up at me in surprise. “Did I do something?” he asked, saliva dripping from his mouth.

I blinked, the vision of my father quickly fading. “N-no,” I said slowly. “I mean… sorry, I don’t know what that was.”

Steam rose from the tub, filling the room with a thin layer of mist. “Come on,” I said, holding out my hand. “Let’s get in.”

He took my hand and helped me over the rim, the warm water instantly enveloping me. I’d never been naked in the bath before with another person, not even when I was young. I leaned back against the smooth porcelain, my eyes glued onto William’s hairy, hefty body as he splashed down across from me. Our legs intertwined, and I could feel the strength in his thighs as they curled around my own.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his hand stroking my thigh. His touch felt nice, thick fingers brushing across my skin underneath the hot water. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations. For a moment, I was afraid another vision of my father would come to me, but luckily all I saw was sweet, blissful darkness. Then a sudden rush of water made my eyes snap open.

The water in the tub started bubbling like a cauldron. William sat across from me, his big belly shaking as he laughed. It took me a second to realize he’d turned the jet stream on.

“Told you it was a hot tub,” he said with a laugh.

I lay back against the rim of the tub. “This place comes with a lot of cool shit,” I said.

He leaned forward, inching towards me on all fours like a gorilla. “It sure does,” he said, then his mouth was on mine.

His arms wrapped around my body, pulling me in by the waist and the back of my neck. I felt weightless in the water, my erection floating as the tip rubbed up against his hairy belly. It felt right to give myself over to him, to be held and caressed and kissed like a doll. This was what I wanted, what I craved so desperately. Fuck, I hadn’t even realized how much I needed this. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my cock into his stomach as he held my ass cheeks in his firm, tight grip.

He broke the kiss and started attacking my neck, licking and sucking and nipping me like a wild animal. I held his head against me, moaning, “Mmm… daddy.” I could feel his fat cock poking my ass, burrowing into my skin as it looked for a way in. I needed to feel him inside me, but the sensations were just too good to do anything but hold on.

He stopped kissing my neck, and when I opened my eyes, the look of hunger in his eyes was undeniable. “I need to taste you,” he said gruffly.

I nodded, nearly trembling with anticipation. I felt his thick hands turning me over in the water until I was on my stomach. I gripped the side of the tub and faced the wall, moaning as he pulled my ass out of the water. I couldn’t believe it–I was about to get my ass eaten for the first time! I felt intoxicated, more than I had ever been in my life. I waited, my breath caught in my throat, until I felt it.

His tongue. On my hole.

HOLY SHIT.

I let out a weak, strangled cry as he began slowly, gently eating me out. I had dreamed, fantasized about the day I would get my ass eaten. I’d watched videos, read articles, and even tried some very creative maneuvering (to no avail). But nothing compared to the feeling of another man’s tongue on my pretty pink hole. It was like every nerve ending was on fire, my skin covered in goosebumps as his tongue licked and flitted and slurped.

“Fuck… oh fuck, daddy… yes!” I moaned, unable to hold back.

He grunted into my pussy, his hands kneading my cheeks as his tongue worked its way further inside. I didn’t have much to compare this to, but the way he ate me out felt hungry, desperate, wild. I could hear him grunting, groaning, munching. His hand cupped my balls and squeezed softly, making my legs quiver. His wet, thick fingers slipped around my cock as he softly tugged me, adding a new, welcome layer to my ass-eating adventure.

I reached my hand back and wrapped my fingers in his thick brown hair. I pulled him deeper into me, desperate to feel his tongue violating my most special inner sanctum. He was opening me up in new ways I’d never felt before, not with my fingers, my dildo, or even that vibrator I shoplifted from Nancy’s Nook near my old high school. It filled me with an even deeper need to be filled, a need so heavy I felt like I might actually die if it went unfulfilled.

“God, fuck me,” I whined, my words muffled by the tile smushed against my face. “Fuck me, please, daddy. I need it...”

I felt his mouth lift off my ass, then the feeling of his thumb rubbing up against my hole. This was it–I was finally going to lose my virginity! I lay there, a stupid smile on my face as I waited to be penetrated for the first time.

And waited.

And waited.

After what felt like an eternity, but was most likely only about thirty seconds, I opened my eyes and turned my head.

William was holding my ass with one hand, the other wrapped around his cock. His mouth was hanging open slightly, a look of concentration on his face as he rapidly stroked his cock. “Almost… there…” he groaned.

I realized what was happening a second too late. Before I could even try to back up and get his cock in me, he was ejaculating. Thin, watery streams of cum shot out of his cock and onto my lower back, trickling down my sides and landing in little splashes in the tub. William was heaving, his whole body jerking slightly as he rode the wave of his orgasm. I felt my heart sink as the warm cum showered my ass, dripping down my taint and coating my balls in the gooey mess.

By the time he finished cumming, I was fuming. I pushed his hand off of me and climbed out of the tub, grabbing one of the towels off of the wall to wipe myself off. I heard a splash as William sat back down into the tub, his limp cock floating in the water. He slapped his belly and let out a big sigh. “Fuck, boy. That was amazing.”

I snorted, too angry to speak. The cum was goopy and not exactly easy to wipe off with the towel, but I did my best. I saw a plush robe hanging from the back of the door and wrapped it around myself.

“You, uh, you okay?” he asked. He was staring at me stupidly, that dumb, post-orgasm look still on his face.

I turned and put my hand on my hips. “No, I’m not okay.”

He nodded understandingly. “Of course. I’m so sorry, I forgot all about you. Come here, I’ll make you cum too.”

He reached out to me but I smacked his hand away. “I don’t want to cum! I wanted you to fuck me. You told me you were gonna fuck me!”

His face screwed up in confusion. “But… I mean, we did fuck.”

I scoffed. “You call that fucking? You were supposed to put your dick in my ass. That’s fucking.”

He frowned. “There’s more to sex than just anal–”

“Not to me!” I hissed. I sat on the closed toilet lid, crossing my arms petulantly.

He slid over to the edge of the tub and put his hand on my leg. “Hey, I’m sorry. I thought… well, truth be told, I thought you just wanted the money.”

I looked sharply at him. “I don’t care about your money. What kind of a boy do you think I am?”

He blinked. “Uh… is that a trick question?”

I rolled my eyes. “Just forget it.”

He got to his feet, holding his hands in a gesture of peace. “Wait… I’m sorry, look–”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” I asked. I glanced down at his cock, which was still limp. Somehow, at his age, I didn’t think he’d be up for another round so soon.

“Well, not tonight,” he admitted. “I’m kind of a one-pump-and-done kind of a guy.”

“What about tomorrow morning?”

He gave an awkward grimace. “I gotta be up early in the morning, and–”

“Then what am I still doing here?” I turned to leave but he grabbed my hand.

“Wait. I… I got something else I need from you,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah. It’s actually why I hired you in the first place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, the sex was great and everything. But it was more of a test run, really.”

I squinted suspiciously. “A test run for what?”

“A party. That’s actually why I’m in town. A bunch of old friends are getting together tomorrow night and, well, I wanted to bring a date. Someone young and cute. Someone to show off and make ‘em jealous.”

Now this was getting interesting. “A party? What kind of a party?”

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he said quickly. “Not like a sex dungeon kinda thing. It’s all above board. I just… look, I just want to have a pretty little thing to hang off my arm all night and look good. I’ll pay you extra.”

I laughed. “I told you, I don’t care about your money.”

“And I’ll fuck you after, too.”

I stared at him for a moment. “You promise?”

He raised three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

I chewed my lip. “Just to be clear, you mean anal, right? Your dick in my ass?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

“And you’ll cum inside me? You won’t pull out or any of that chicken shit?”

He smiled. “I will cum inside you, Leo. I can promise you that.”

I pursed my lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“You won’t regret it, I promise,” he said.

He sent me home in another black car and $800 cash in my pocket. “For the inconvenience,” he said apologetically. Even though I wasn’t in it for the money, I took it gratefully, eager to have something to show my father for my efforts. I may just be trying to lose my virginity, but I still needed to earn a living.

When I got home, my dad was sitting on the couch by the door, asleep. All the lights were off except for a small lamp on the table next to him. As soon as I shut the door behind me, he came to with a loud snore.

“Leo?”

I folded my arms. “Hi, Dad. What are you doing out here?”

He rubbed his eyes. “I was waiting for you. Wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never done THAT before.”

He got to his feet, grabbing my cheek and rubbing it softly. “Are you… are you all good?”

His fingers were rough and calloused, but warm. I brushed his hand away. “I’m fine, Dad.”

He sighed, then pulled me in against his chest. “I just worry about you. I don’t want you to get into trouble.”

He held me against him, and to my surprise, I found myself wrapping my arms around him. “I know, Dad. Trust me, I’m fine.”

He pulled back and looked at me. “Are you? I feel like… like I don’t even know what’s going on with you these days. You don’t talk to me anymore.”

I felt my skin flush with anger. “And whose fault is that?” I pushed him away.

His face went slack with surprise. “What are you–”

“Maybe I would tell you more about my life if I didn’t have to worry about you fucking everyone in it.” I scoffed. “Goodnight, Dad. You don’t need to wait for me anymore.”

I left him there in the living room and headed to my room, locking the door behind me. My heart raced as I lay down on the bed, my head swirling with emotions. Who did he think he was? Acting like he had a right to tell me what to do and be all up in my business. I was an adult. He was a fucking interloper. I was tired of dealing with his bullshit all the time. Maybe I should just move out and finally put some space between us. But if I was being realistic, I did not have the work ethic to live on my own and actually pay rent. No, I would have to do it the old-fashioned way–by finally getting fucked and becoming my own person.

The next morning I went downstairs to find Dad sitting at the dining room table drinking coffee. He looked like shit, with dark circles under his eyes and a 5 o’clock shadow.

“Morning,” I said, grabbing a package of waffles from the freezer and popping the whole thing in the microwave. “Where’s Mom?”

He cleared his throat. “She’s at jazzercise,” he said, his voice hoarse.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on with you?”

“Couldn’t sleep much last night.”

I poured a cup of coffee and slid into the chair at the other end of the table. “I slept great.”

“Son, I want to talk to you.” Dad looked more nervous than I’d ever seen him, which was weird coming from a man who oozed confidence out of his pores.

I took a sip of my coffee, curious as to what he would say next. “All right.”

“What you said last night… I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

He sighed. “For always… getting up in your business. I know it’s not easy having me as a dad, and I can be a lot, but it’s only because I care about you.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Uh-huh. And how exactly was fucking that barista a sign of caring about me?”

“It wasn’t, I… I just… I don’t know. Sometimes… it’s like I just can’t help myself. I want to be a good dad, but… something just takes over me.”

“Well, Dad, that sounds like a you problem.”

He reached over and held my hand, his fingers rough and scratchy on my skin. His eyes were wide and contrite. “You’re right. And I’m sorry. How about a truce?”

“A truce?”

He gave me a half-smile. “Or a peace offering, at least. Why don’t you come with me tonight?”

I wrinkled my nose. “Go with you where?”

“To my college reunion. Your mother can’t go–”

“Why not?”

He sighed. “She accidentally signed up to be part of this reality TV show. She thought she was signing up for a timeshare or something, but now they got her hooked for at least 20 episodes. So, I thought maybe…” He gave me a shy smile. “Maybe you might like to be my date tonight.”

I blinked. “Are you serious? Bringing your son to your 30-year college reunion?”

“I thought we might have fun together,” he said with a grin. “You could meet some of my old friends, learn more about what I was like when I was your age–”

There was a knock at the door. I pushed my chair back and stood. “I don’t… I can’t do this right now. Excuse me.”

I opened the door to see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of pink flowers. “Delivery for Leonard White?” he said.

A wide grin stretched across my face. “I’ll take those, thank you.”

“I need a signature,” he said, but I’d already shut the door in his face.

I walked back into the kitchen with my large, beautiful bouquet of pink begonias, roses, and chrysanthemums. There was a card stuck in the middle with the word “Leo” scrawled on the envelope. I tore it open to read it.

Leo, it read. I just wanted to say how sorry I am that our night didn’t go as planned. You deserve the world and a crown. Let me take you out tonight. I promise to be your Prince Charming (or, at least, Prince Charming’s daddy).

I smiled to myself as I read the card. What a sweet man. It almost made up for leaving me high and dry the night before. But if his pretty words were true, it sounded like tonight would be my ticket to poundtown.

“Who are those from?”

I looked up to see my father eyeing the flowers sadly. I leaned in and smelled them deeply. “Just a gift from a friend. A very thoughtful, generous friend who’s taking me out tonight.”

Dad’s eyes blazed over with anger. “Now wait a minute–”

“Don’t start with me, Dad,” I snapped.

His jaw tightened. “I just think you should be careful.”

I scoffed, placing the flowers down on the counter. “Oh, now you’re concerned? Now you want to play the role of protective father? Where was that energy when you were balls-deep in my boyfriend?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “That’s different.”

I folded my arms. “How?”

He hesitated like he wanted to find the right words but couldn’t. “Because I know men like him.”

“Oh, do you?” I asked with a smirk. “Rich, powerful, and interested in me? Yeah, I’m sure that just kills you, huh?”

His nostrils flared. “You think this is funny?”

“I think it’s hilarious that you think you have any control over who I date.”

Dad exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the table. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“And you do?” I shot back. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re just pissed that for once, I’m the one being spoiled. I’m the one being pursued. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.”

He stared at me, his mouth opening like he wanted to argue—but then, he just sighed and shook his head. “Fine,” he said. “Do what you want.”

“Oh, I will.” I grabbed my flowers and turned on my heel. “I’ve got a date to get ready for.”

I didn’t look back as I walked away, but I could feel his stare burning into my back. Maybe he really was worried about me. Or maybe he just hated the idea of me being someone else’s for once.

Either way, I didn’t care.

Tonight, I had a prince waiting for me.

Since William had made it clear that I was to be the main attraction of the evening, I knew I had to choose an outfit that was equal parts dignified and slutty. I ended up settling on an all-black outfit with a sheer lace shirt, leather pants, and a pair of heeled boots. The only bit of color was the bright pink G-string I wore underneath, which you could just barely make out through the shirt. All in all, a perfectly restrained, tasteful look, I thought.

Dad had already left for work, which gave me the house to myself for the afternoon, thankfully. It was getting harder and harder to breathe with him around lately. And what was that about him wanting me to be his date to his college reunion? As if I’d be caught dead at some boring event with a bunch of old people. No, I had bigger and better things waiting for me.

William sent a black car to pick me up again, but this time, he was in it as well. He was wearing another tailored suit, but this time with his hair slicked back.

“Glad you decided to join me tonight,” he said as I slid into the seat next to him.

I shrugged. “I’m a very forgiving boy. As long as you hold up your end of the bargain, that is.”

He eyed my pink G-string and my soft, puffy nipples poking out through the shirt. “Oh, I definitely think that can be arranged.”

As the car pulled up to the curb, I looked out the window and was surprised to see William’s hotel. 

I flashed him a sultry grin. “What happened to the party? Or was that just an excuse to get me back in your bed?”

He laughed. He picked up my hand and kissed it. “As much as I can’t wait to bed you, the party is actually here at the hotel.”

I frowned. “Oh.”

Before I could ask any more questions, a valet opened my door and helped me onto the sidewalk. 

William joined me, nervously adjusting his blazer. “Ready?” he asked, slipping a firm hand around my waist.

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Let’s go meet your friends.”

He led me toward the hotel ballroom, keeping my hand tightly grasped in his own. I could feel his hand sweating profusely. Was he really this nervous to see some old friends?

A fat woman sat at a table in front of the door to the ballroom, smiling brightly. “Hello and welcome,” she said cheerily. “What’s your name?”

William smoothed back his hair. “William Randall.”

She scanned a clipboard. “Randall, Randall… Oh, here you are.” 

She pulled out a printed nametag and handed it to him. “And you, dear?” She smiled at me expectantly.

“Uh, he’s my plus one,” said William.

She grabbed a pack of empty nametag stickers and handed me a Sharpie. “Here you go, hon. Have fun in there, you too. Go Dolphins!”

William laughed awkwardly. “Go Dolphins,” he said, pumping his fist.

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Dolphins? Was that some kind of code word? Maybe this lady was like a kinky dominatrix or something and it really was a sex party. I wrote my name on the tag, stuck it over my left nipple, and accompanied William into the ballroom.

The moment we stepped inside, I felt a shift in the air–not just in the way people turned to glance at William, or the way the chandeliers cast an eerie glow over the crowd, but something deeper. Something unsettling.

I told myself it was just nerves and shook it off.

William kept his hand on the small of my back as he led me toward the bar, exuding that same effortless confidence he’d had before. But even through my shirt, I could feel how shaky and sweaty his hand was. What was making him so damn nervous?

The bartender handed us two champagne flutes. I took a small sip, scanning the crowd. It was mostly old guys in ugly suits, their wives or dates clinging to their arms in elegant dresses. Some had slight potbellies, others had receding hairlines. I was the youngest person in the room by decades. Definitely not a sex party.

“Damn,” I muttered. “Lotta old people here.”

William chuckled. “You say that like I’m not one of them.”

“What kind of party is this, anyway?” I asked.

“Just some old school friends,” William said, rubbing my arm reassuringly.

That was when I saw his nametag, glossy and pinned to his lapel.

Class of ‘95.

I froze, my eyes glazing over as they tried to take in what I was seeing. I turned toward the front of the hall, taking in the banners that hung over the entrance.

Welcome, Alumni.

Thirty Years.

It hit me like a truck. This wasn’t just some high-end social event. It was a college reunion. A 30-YEAR college reunion.

My face went white.

“Oh, fuck no,” I whispered.

“What’s wrong?” William asked, his voice even but with a hint of nervousness.

I turned to him, jaw tightening. “Is this a college reunion?”

William took a slow sip of his drink, watching me over the rim. “It’s a gathering of accomplished men and women who once shared an institution of higher learning.”

“William.” My voice was sharp.

He grinned like a child caught in a lie. “Yeah, Leo. It’s a college reunion.”

Panic shot through me like a firecracker. My father had gone to college in this city. He had told me his reunion would be tonight. Was this one and the same?

I turned on my heel, ready to bolt for the exit.

And slammed straight into a solid chest. A familiar, painfully familiar, chest.

A hand steadied my arm. My stomach felt like it was going to fall out of me. I didn’t need to look up. I already knew.

“Leo?”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them to see my father standing in front of me. His brows were furrowed in shock.

My whole body went stiff. “Uh–”

“You’re here!” His face lit up. He pulled me in for a hug, crushing him against his chest. My nose was filled with the scent of his cologne, bittersweet and heavy like bergamot. 

When he released me, he was grinning ear to ear. “I’m so glad you decided to come.” He was smiling at me, his eyes wide and earnest. He kissed me on the cheek. “Come on, I have some people I want you to meet.”

Before I could say anything, William stepped beside me, his hand outstretched to my father.

“Jud,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate. “It’s been too long.”

Dad let out a short laugh of surprise. “William! Wow, man. How the hell have you been?”

He gave him a short hug and a clap on the back. I looked around to try and find the nearest exit.

“Been great, man,” said William. “Business has been better than ever. Just bought some beachfront property in Louisiana, gorgeous little ten-bedroom place. And, well…” 

His hand slipped around my waist. Dad’s eyes flicked down to William’s hand, then to me. He looked totally confused.

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Before I could stop it, William pulled me in for a kiss. I stood there frozen in his arms. He broke the kiss and grinned at me. “I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Leo.”

We stood there in the most awkward silence I have ever felt in my eighteen short years on this earth.

My father’s face went from confusion to rage. 

Quietly, he said, “Your what?”

The moment hung in the air, unbearably thick. I let out a deep, shaky breath. My legs felt like jelly.

William cocked his head in confusion. “My… my boyfriend. It’s pretty new, but–”

“Leo, what the hell is going on here?” My father’s voice was low and threatening. I hadn’t heard him this angry since I’d stolen his car for a joyride to Macy’s with Gibby in the ninth grade.

I hung my head. “Um… well…”

William blinked. “Do you two know each other?”

Dad’s eyes trained on him, laser-fast like a shark. “You could say that.”

I sighed. “Dad, I–”

“Dad?” William’s voice was high with shock. “You… you don’t mean… Jud is your father?”

“Yes,” my father said, his voice a threatening whisper. “And you must be the generous friend I’ve heard so much about.”

William’s jaw went slack. “Oh, shit,” he muttered softly. Then he laughed. “Fuck, man! This is one hell of a coincidence. Are you telling me that your boy is the one I’ve been banging while I’m in town?”

My father’s face went red with anger.

“Okay, to be fair, we didn’t actually fuck,” I said, trying to calm the temperature a bit.

William snorted. “Not yet. But after this little shindig, I was gonna take your boy upstairs to my hotel room so we could bang like rabbits.” He put his arm around me, pulling me in by the waist.

Dad was really steaming now. His hands clenched so tightly that he snapped the stem of the champagne glass he was holding.

“What is going on here?” I asked, confused as to why William would be so inappropriate in front of my father. “How do you two even know each other?”

William patted Dad on the back, his face stretched in a shit-eating grin. “We were roommates back in the day. Ain’t that right, Jud?”

Dad looked from me to William. Suddenly, his anger dissolved into cool confidence. “It sure is, Billy.”

William’s smile faltered. “Don’t call me that. It’s William, now. I ain’t gone by Billy in a long time.”

Dad laughed. “No? I suppose you outgrew it. Wonder what else you outgrew.” He smirked at me. “Billy here used to have a little problem with finishing too early. Tried bringing back a few guys to our place but was always a little too eager to finish the job.”

William’s face twisted in anger. “It wasn’t like that.” He turned to me and laughed disdainfully. “I fucked plenty of guys in college.”

“Really?” Dad cocked his head. “Huh. I seem to remember me doing the fucking and you tugging yourself in the dark and then stealing my jock afterward to smell.”

William turned bright red. “You… you sonofabitch.”

Dad smiled condescendingly. “I’m not surprised he hasn’t fucked you yet, son. Truth is, I’m not sure he’s got it in him. I always thought he was a little more interested in being the one on his back.”

Now I was the one who turned red. It didn’t take a genius to see where this was going. My dreams of a hot, wealthy sugar daddy taking my boy-cherry were vanishing once again.

William pulled me tighter against him. “Who’s the one with the hot young thing on his arm?”

My father shot me a look that made me blush. Then he turned back to William and smiled. “I’ll tell you what, Billy,”, he said coolly. “I’m gonna give you what you always wanted.”

William laughed dismissively. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I know you thought I was some big man on campus, fucking guys and girls while you squirted in your pants. I’m sure you thought if you just made a bunch of money you’d be able to be like that too. But I always knew what you were, Billy. You didn’t want to be some big-shot bending boys over. You just wanted me to bend you over for once.”

William’s mouth dropped open slightly. He seemed at a loss for words.

“Well, today’s your lucky day,” said my father. “Because tonight I’m gonna bend you over like the whiny, needy little bottom you are.”

William swallowed. “And… and if I say no? What if I just take your son upstairs and bend him over, huh?”

I wanted to scream, “Yes, please! Let’s do that!”

But Dad just laughed. He held his hand out expectantly. “Give me your keycard.”

William stared at him for a moment, and I thought perhaps he might defy him. But then he reached into his wallet and, with trembling hands, pulled out his key. 

“What room?”

“10th floor. Presidential suite,” William said quietly. 

Dad tsked. “Oh, Billy. What are you trying to prove?”

He took the key from him and put his hand on William’s shoulder. Leaning into his ear, he whispered, “Lead the way.”

Defeated, William turned to walk out of the ballroom. I was about to use this opportunity to slip out unnoticed when I felt my father’s hand on my shoulder. 

“No,” he said firmly. “You’re coming too. I want you to watch.”

A chill went down my spine and straight to my cock. My leather pants felt especially tight as I followed my father and William out of the ballroom of chatting, jovial old people, past the fat woman with the clipboard, and toward the elevators. 

William had his head hung low, cowered and defeated. Dad was all smiles, nodding at his fellows and giving a cheery “Be right back, having such a blast!” to the fat lady. But the second the three of us were alone in the elevator, you could feel the tension. Dad was in control like he always was, and he didn’t even seem to be trying. It was like he had William tethered to an invisible leash, and all he needed to do was blink to bring him to heel.

When the doors opened on the 10th floor, the three of us walked down the hallway in tense silence. I noticed that William was trembling slightly–he wiped his sweaty hands on the pant leg of his suit. He stopped in front of his door, then looked up at Dad as if unsure of what to do next.

Dad held out the key card to unlock the door, then nodded. William opened it for him, head still hung as Dad swept past him and into the room. I followed after William, my own palms starting to feel sweaty. Getting cucked by Dad was always frustrating, but thrilling in its own way. If I wasn’t going to lose my virginity tonight, I was still brimming with excitement to see what happened next.

When I entered the bedroom, Dad was sitting on the giant king-sized bed, leaning back against his hands. William stood in front of him, awaiting his orders.

“On your knees, Billy,” Dad said calmly.

I watched as William sank to his knees, his face burning with shame and lust.

“Shoes,” said Dad.

William began to remove his own shoes, but Dad quickly said, “My shoes, Billy. Come on–you know better than that.”

Blushing even harder, William began untying the laces of Dad’s left shoe, slipping it off his foot and laying it gently to the side. As he removed the other shoe, I sank into the chair in the corner, my hand slipping into my waistband.

“Now the socks.”

William grabbed the hem of Dad’s left sock and slowly began pulling it down, revealing Dad’s hairy, sweaty foot. He was shaking as he pulled off one, then the other, balling them up and setting them inside of Dad’s shoes.

“Go on. You can smell them, I know you want to.”

William didn’t need any further encouragement. He dove face-first into Dad’s feet, taking a deep, longing sniff. I have to admit, I was a bit shocked about that. I never really got into the foot fetish thing, but William seemed to be enraptured by them. He was kissing and rubbing Dad’s feet all over his face, breathing in his scent like it was the last bit of oxygen left on the planet. I could see his cock tenting his trousers, and as he inhaled Dad’s scent, he reached to unzip his pants.

“No,” commanded Dad. “Not yet. Now’s about me, Billy. We’ll get to you in due time. Now, take off my belt.”

William looked at my Dad, almost pouting, but put down Dad’s feet (after taking one final sniff). He reached for Dad’s belt with trembling fingers and slowly undid it. I was leaking at this point, rubbing my little cock through my pants as I watched the action unfold before me. I had thought William was this big, impressive, masculine man, but to see him so thoroughly unmanned in front of me by my own father was like watching the burning of Notre Dame.

William pulled off my father’s belt and set it next to the shoes and socks, then reached for the button on my father’s pants.

“Not so fast,” said Dad. He leaned forward. “I want you to show me how much you want my cock.”

William swallowed. “H-how?”

Dad smirked. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

William stared at Dad’s bulge, which was undeniably impressive in the way it tented his pants. Then, quick as lightning, he buried his nose in it.

“Mmf… Oh, fuck…”

William rubbed his face against Dad’s bulge, sniffing and smelling and licking his manhood through his pants. Dad put his hand against the back of William’s head and looked right at me, smiling confidently.

“That’s it, Billy,” he said smoothly. “Show me how you need it. Show me how much you love the smell of a real man.”

I almost came in my underwear at that. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees, my cock stretching out my pink G-string as far as it would go. Dad was still staring at me as William worshipped his cock, but his eyes were shining even brighter now. Our eyes were locked as I rubbed myself through my underwear, desperate for release.

“Enough,” Dad said suddenly.

William looked up at him, eyes wide like a dog expecting to be struck.

“Get my cock out and put it in your mouth,” said Dad.

William didn’t need any more encouragement than that. With frantic fingers, he unbuttoned Dad’s pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Dad’s cock was obscene in his tighty whities, stretching them out so far I could see a peek of his large bush inside. Once Dad’s pants were fully off and folded neatly next to his shoes, socks, and belt, William’s fingers were yanking Dad’s underwear down to his knees.

William and I both gasped at the sight of Dad’s manhood. It flopped out with a loud smack onto Dad’s belly, laying there like a sleeping predator. I felt my pussy throb at the sight of it, so imposing, so virile, so… powerful. 

As William grasped it with trembling fingers, I had a sudden vision of myself on my knees, my own fingers wrapped around my father’s manhood. I could practically feel it in my hands, imagine myself taking it into my mouth and feeling the warm, spongey flesh on my tongue. William wrapped his lips around the head and moaned loudly, a whiny, needy sound that reverberated in my ears. As he suckled on it, I could practically taste the sweet, intoxicating nectar that dripped from the tip of my father’s cock.

I blinked, shaking my head to snap myself out of it. What was I thinking? This was my father, my own flesh and blood. Jerking off to him fucking a guy was one thing–he was incredibly masculine and anyone would find the sight of him fucking someone erotic–but actually blowing him, actually having sex with him? That would cross way too many lines.

“Good boy,” Dad said, gently stroking William’s hair as he bobbed up and down on his cock. “I know how much you’ve wanted this. You’re doing so good for me.”

Dad looked up at me again and, hand still on the back of William’s head, began thrusting his cock up into his mouth. “That’s it,” Dad groaned, his eyelids fluttering as he facefucked his former roommate. “You’re such a good little cocksucker, Billy.”

William’s hands squeezed my Dad’s thick thighs, holding onto him for dear life as he allowed his throat to get fucked by Dad’s massive snake. Dad continued to make eye contact with me, never looking away as he used my would-be sugar daddy in front of me. We stared at each other: me rubbing my cock against my leg; him using a lesser man’s throat; William making loud gagging sounds as he drowned in cock.

Finally, Dad beckoned me with a quick flick of his head. “Come here, son.”

I swallowed. “W-what?”

“Be a good boy and take my shirt off for me. Billy here is kinda busy.”

I got to my feet, slowly making my way over to where my father was being fellated on the bed. William didn’t look up at me, too busy choking on Dad’s dick to notice anything else around him.

I reached for Dad’s tie, grabbing the knot and beginning to unwork it as he winked at me.

I undid his tie and slid it out from his collar. Surprisingly, I found myself gently folding it and laying it on the ground next to his other clothes, as William had done. Next, I grabbed his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and folding it neatly like the rest of his clothes. He watched me the whole time, his face unreadable. 

At last, I reached for his shirt, popping open the buttons one by one. Each button revealed more and more of his chest hair, shaggy and thick like a rug. I had unbuttoned it midway down his chest when he reached up and grabbed my hand.

“I love you, son.” He kissed my hand, then released me.

I swallowed, my stomach filled with butterflies, then finished unbuttoning his shirt. I leaned in to pull it from his shoulders, my face inches away from his. Dad was still staring at me, his eyes hazy with lust. I didn’t know what was happening anymore. There was this feeling of tension between us, this unbearable charge that hung in the air. I felt so many things I didn’t know what was most powerful–anger, humiliation, frustration, lust, desperation–all I knew was that, whatever happened next, Dad was in control.

I pulled his shirt off and folded it carefully, then placed it on top of the rest of his clothes. I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do next, until Dad nodded at me.

“Thanks, baby. You can go have a seat now.”

Cheeks burning, I walked back over to the chair, my G-string tented by my shame-boner.

Dad pulled William off his cock, leaving the man drooling and dazed as his head hung in midair.

“You did good, Billy,” said Dad. “But I think it’s time we stop messing around and give you what you came for.”

“How… how do you want me?” William said, his voice shaking.

Dad smiled. “I’ll tell you what, Billy. I’m feeling generous.” He glanced over at me. “Why don’t you tell me how you want me to take you in front of my son?” 

He looked back at William, then brushed his lip lightly. “I could fuck you on your back, like a woman.” He slipped his thumb past William’s lips. “I could take you on all fours from behind.” He leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Or I could bend you over the bed like the little bitch you are.”

William shivered. He scrambled to his feet, frantically undoing his belt. He shoved his pants to his ankles, underwear and all, then bent over the side of the bed. I could see his big, hairy ass, legs shaking as he presented himself to be buggered.

“Fuck me,” he whined. “Oh, God… fuck me, Jud!”

Dad shot me a grin, triumphant. “That’s what I thought.”

My father stood, his thick cock standing at full attention, ready to pierce its prey. He put a hand on William’s ass, rubbing him softly as he lined up for the thrust. I watched from behind, my eyes taking in Dad’s broad, muscular back, his thick, rippling ass, and his big, hairy balls. He was such a brute of a man, a burly giant even compared to a bear like William. Watching him take someone was like nothing I’d ever seen before, more thrilling than any porn and more erotic than any fantasy.

I was leaking like crazy, and my asshole ached with the need to be filled. I coated my finger in my precum, then slid it inside myself to scratch that desperate itch. With one hand rubbing my little cock against my leg and the other desperately trying to find my boy button, I watched Dad enter William.

“OH, FUCKING HELL!” William cried. He lay against the bed, arms outstretched. His hands clawed at the sheets as he endured the roughness of my father’s entry.

“Relax,” Dad said calmly. “Don’t fight it. You’ve been wanting this for thirty years. Haven’t you, Billy?”

William just moaned.

Dad gave him a sharp spank. “I asked you a question, Billy.”

“Y-yes,” said William.

Dad pushed deeper inside, making William whine. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’ve wanted this,” William hissed. “I’ve wanted it for so long…”

Dad stopped pushing. William looked back at him, crestfallen.

“How long?” asked Dad.

“For… forever,” said William. “As long as I can remember.”

Dad pulled back slightly, his cock beginning to slip out of William until just the tip was left inside.

“No–no, I need it!” William cried. He tried to push back on Dad’s cock, but Dad held him firmly.

“Exactly how long have you wanted my cock, Billy?”

William looked up at him, eyes wide. “Since I first saw you. Since… since I watched you fuck that girl from Psych class.”

Dad grinned. “I remember her. That was after the Lambda Chi party. I thought you were asleep for that?”

William shook his head. “I woke up. I heard you… I looked over and saw you fucking her. You were so ripped, so sweaty… I… I just started touching myself…” 

He looked up at Dad, his eyes wide with need. “I came so hard. I wanted to be her, I wanted to feel you inside me. Then I saw you fuck that guy from Sigma Pi, and I knew you were bi, and… I wanted you so badly, but you never…”

He hung his head. “You didn’t want me. You fucked them all, so many guys and girls in our class… but never me. Why?”

Dad looked down at him for a moment. “You never asked,” he said simply.

William buried his face into the bed. “Please!” he moaned. “Please, please, please… fuck me!”

Dad looked back at me and flashed me a grin. “You got it, Billy.”

He slid all the way inside in one stroke, burying himself balls-deep in William’s cunt. William let out a loud cry, but it was muffled by the bed. Dad reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him up as he began to longdick him. Loud sounds of smacking flesh rang out as Dad fucked my sugar daddy with rough, commanding strokes. He was in total control, burying himself in his former roommate again and again and again as the man cried and begged for more.

I watched the flesh of his ass cheeks rippling as he thrust himself inside this man, so powerful, so dominant. My fingers pressed up against my boy button, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that came out as a long, loud whine. I rubbed my cock so fast I thought I might start a fire, diddling myself on both ends.

“UNGH!”

“OOF!”

“Ohhh…”

“GOD, FUCK ME!”

“Argh…”

“Daddy!”

The sounds of the three of us melded together, a cacophony of grunts and whines and feral, animalistic moans. We were each focused on our own pleasure: William being pummeled by Dad’s cock; Dad assaulting William’s insides as he used his soft, wet cunt to work out his load; me mashing my button and stroking myself to a sticky mess.

Dad wrapped his arms around William and collapsed on top of him, pushing him into the bed. His hips swung back and forth, thrusting into the sweaty, moaning man underneath. Dad was out of control at this point, grunting and growling as he heaved himself into William. The sight in front of me was dark and animalistic, a man’s primal need to inseminate someone weaker than him. Dad was like an Apex predator, ruining his would-be competitor with every thrust.

“You think you can fuck my son?” he growled into William’s ear. He gave an angry thrust, causing William to cry out. “Think you can humiliate me? Buy my son out from under me?

He slammed his hips into William again, his teeth gritted and bared. “NO ONE fucks my son! Not YOU! Not ANYONE!”

He buried his cock deep inside William’s cunt and let out a loud, rageful yell. I could see his thick, muscular thighs shaking as he unloaded his seed inside the man’s rectum, flooding him with his DNA. I jabbed my button frantically as an eruption of cum shot out of me, showering my lace shirt in a thick, hot, sticky mess. 

Everything went white for a moment. All I felt was bliss, white-hot and powerful. Nothing penetrated it except for the smell of sweat, sex, and cum filling my nostrils. I felt like I was melting into the chair. When I came to, I found I’d actually slid out of the chair and onto the floor. I looked up to see my Dad pulling his cock out of William–it was still hard, angry and purple. A thick strand of cum connected him to William’s hole, and as he pulled it out, it flung off his cock and into the air. I felt it splatter on my face. I touched my cheek and felt the sticky white fluid on my fingertips. Instinctually, I brought it to my lips. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was in my mouth and I was sucking my dad’s cum off my fingers.

Some of Dad’s cum was starting to leak out of William’s hole. My father scooped up his seed with this finger and pushed it back inside William’s cunt.

“Keep that in,” Dad commanded. He gave a disdainful laugh. “That’ll make you more of a man than any amount of money or beachfront property can buy.”

William lay there on the bed, breathing heavily. I could see a wet spot between his legs where he must have shot his load while Dad was seeding him. God, what I wouldn’t give…

Wait a second. What the fuck was I thinking? I suddenly realized what I had done–my fingers were still in my mouth, my dad’s cum now on its way to my belly. My own father’s cum!

I ripped my finger’s out of my mouth as fast as I could. Thankfully, Dad hadn’t noticed my little sampling of his seed. He turned and gave me a warm smile. “Come on, son. It’s time to go.”

I took his hand, my breath leaving me as he pulled me to my feet. He picked up his clothes and began to dress, leaving William laying on the bed as his cum marinated inside him. I put my leather pants back on, glancing at William with disdain. How could I have ever thought this man would be able to take my virginity? My dad was right–William would never be able to give me what I was looking for. Maybe no man could.

I shivered as I felt my father’s arms wrap around me from behind, his breath hot on my neck. I turned my head to see him smirking at William.

“Let’s get you home, son.” 

He gave me a kiss on the cheek, his lips warm and wet. 

He leaned in my ear and whispered softly, “And don’t tell Mom, okay?”

I bit my lip, my body shaking as I felt another load dribble out of me, staining my pants as it flowed down my leg.

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