Daddy's Boy (26 page)

My husky chuckle turned into a moan
when I felt the wet slide of Dodger’s tongue over my hot skin,
where his hand had just hit me, before he spread apart the globes
of my butt and licked me from the bottom of my balls up the crease
of my ass to my hole. I gripped the sheets of the bed and panted
out Dodger’s name as he rimmed my bottom, sucking and pressing the
tip of his tongue deep. It was a delicious feeling, having his
thick, wet muscle slipping into me, loosening my channel, and
making me ready for Dodger’s hard dick.

I rolled over, when Dodger pulled away
from me, and watched as he hurriedly disrobed. I slid my hands over
Dodger’s smooth, tanned skin, stretched taut over rough-hewn
muscles, feeling them twitch beneath my fingers. I trailed my hands
down over his pecs and his washboard abs, to his long, thick cock
that made me drool.

“
I want you in my mouth,” I
groaned.

Dodger hissed. “Oh, fuck.”

Pushing him away from the bed, I
climbed off the mattress and knelt on the floor in front of him.
Reaching up to Dodger’s groin, I gripped his cock in my hand and
licked the head of his penis where a thick drop of pre-cum had
formed. I rolled the tangy, yet slightly sweet, fluid over my
tongue before sucking the entire length into my mouth. I held
Dodger’s hips still, when he thrust his hips forward, to stop him
from choking me before I had a chance to relax my throat and
prepare myself. I bobbed my head up and down on Dodger’s shaft,
twisting my hand in conjunction with my sucking on the part of
Dodger’s dick that didn’t fit between my lips.

I lowered my other hand to
Dodger’s balls and squeezed them gently before rolling them in my
hand. I lifted my head off Dodger’s erection and licked from the
base of it up to the tip, before returning back to Dodger’s
testicles and pulling them into my mouth. I batted away his hands
when he tried to pull me away from his groin. He tasted too good,
and I could spend hours—no days—sucking his dick and giving him
head. Bathing in his scent. I wanted to roll around in the
cologne,
Eu de Dodger,
and never smell like anything else.

“
If you don’t get your ass
up on that bed right now, Tyler, I’m going to fuck you on the
floor,” Dodger warned.

I looked up at him, quirking an
eyebrow at him. “Ask me if I care.”

“
Oh, really?”

I shrugged. “Really.”

Dodger pulled his hips back. “Well, I
do.” He slid his hands beneath my armpits and tossed me onto the
bed and then followed me down until he was lying on top of me. He
lowered his lips down on mine and kissed me passionately until I
could barely breathe as I wrapped my legs around him. I stretched
my hand out, trying to reach the nightstand drawer, but stopped
when I felt Dodger doing the same.

“
I got this.”

I brought my arms back around his
shoulders and let him grab the lube and condoms, anxiously awaiting
the moment he would fill me with his length. The sound of the
bottle of lube opening filled the room moments before I felt the
press of Dodger’s finger at the entrance to my body. I relaxed and
welcomed him inside, moaning as he pushed the digit in deep. One
finger soon became two, and I groaned when Dodger thrust three
fingers in and out of my hole. I grabbed onto his forearm and
fucked myself harder.

“
God, Dodger, I need you
now! Please!” I begged.

Dodger pulled his fingers free, and I
had to remind myself I had wanted him to do that, even though I
felt so empty. I grabbed the backs of my knees and spread my legs
apart, grinning when Dodger’s eyes darkened even more as he stared
at me.

“
You are so beautiful. I
love you so much.”

“
Prove it.”

Dodger placed the head of his cock at
my entrance and slowly buried himself fully in me. I felt the
muscles of my ass stretch to accommodate him, and I hissed at the
burn. I clenched my hole around his erection and bit my lower lip
when he growled above me. I held on to Dodger’s biceps, as he
pulled his dick out, until I could feel the tip at the rim of my
ass, and then he slammed back inside.

“
Fuck almighty!” I
cursed.

In and out. Back and forth. Harder and
harder. Deeper and deeper, Dodger fucked me until nothing existed
but him and me: sweaty, entangled, hot, passionate, and in love.
Whispering sweet nothings and phrases of desire to one another. My
toes went numb, and I felt a tingle at the base of my spine. I
reached up and gripped Dodger’s hair at the base of his skull,
jerking his head down to my own, kissing him passionately even as
my orgasm roared over me.

White light exploded out of every part
of my soul and spirit, my skin tingling, and my limbs shaking. I
held onto Dodger tightly as his own orgasm pulled him under, my
name a roar on his lips, and I placed soft kisses all over his face
as he jerked once, then twice, before stilling atop of
me.

“
Holy. Fuck,” Dodger
groaned.

“
I love you too,” I said
softly.

Dodger lifted his head from my
shoulder and kissed my forehead. “Yeah. I know.” He rolled over,
pulling me with him until I lay on his chest and promptly fell
asleep.

Epilogue

One Year Later

The sound of the multicolored Venetian
vase colliding with the gray tiled floor caused every nerve in my
body to jump. My heart leapt into my throat, and I raced forward
into our living room. I fell to my knees, my hands reaching out
desperately to grasp the sharp, jagged pieces of the priceless
item. I ignored the pain as the broken shards cut into my skin. I
cared not for the remnants of the souvenir, trying to salvage
pieces of the broken artifact or even attempting to protect my own
skin; I cared only about the precious people I loved, who were
currently in the kitchen cooking, and who would step on the glass
if they stepped out that way.

“
Daddy! What happened?”
Stella’s voice rang out.

“
Sorry, baby girl,” I
apologized immediately, looking around for the closest trash bin
and letting out a cry of triumph when I spotted one. I dumped the
bits of glass and then rose to head to the hall closet and grab the
vacuum cleaner. After cleaning up the entire area and making sure
it was glass—and dirt—free, I headed to the kitchen.

Stepping into the room, I moved to the
sink to wash my cuts so I could put some antibacterial cream on
them. I hissed when Dodger grabbed my hand in his beefy
palm.

“
What the hell happened to
you, baby?” he asked, the metal of his wedding ring clinking
against the metal of mine.

“
I knocked over the vase in
the living room in my excitement. Sorry. I cleaned it up.” I
grinned sheepishly.

“
What were you excited
about, Daddy?” Stella asked from where she was perched on her
knees, stirring a pot of what I could only assume was curry
chicken, from the smell.

I walked up behind her and squeezed
her tightly. “Your daddy just got a letter saying that he got the
grant money from the organization he submitted an application to,
so he can start up the nonprofit he wanted to establish for runaway
LGBTQIA teens.”

Dodger came over to me and leaned down
to kiss me deeply. “I always knew you would. I’m proud of you,
Tyler.”

“
Yeah, me too,
Daddy.”

“
Thank you both,” I told
them. I wiped the tears that had gathered in my eyes. I may have
had a rough time in my life, but I was happy I would be able to use
that experience to help others like me find their way out of their
own darkness. Even more than that, I was happy I had gained Stella,
the world’s greatest daughter, and Dodger, the world’s greatest
husband and the love of my life, out of it all.

The darkness may have been my constant
companion since birth, and I may have spent years being “Daddy’s
Boy,” but I wasn’t Tyler Simpston anymore. I was Tyler Vanderbrook:
Husband. Father.

Survivor.

The End

About Vicktor Alexander

Vicktor “Vic” Alexander
wrote his first story at the age of ten and hasn’t stopped writing
since. He loves reading about anything and everything and is a
proud member of the little known U.N. group (Undercover Nerds)
because while he lives, eats, breathes, and sleeps sports, he also
breathes history, fantasy, and science fiction and grew up a
Trekkie. But don’t ask him about Dungeons & Dragons, because he
has no idea how to play that game. When it comes to writing, he
loves everything from paranormal to contemporary to fantasy to
historical and is known not only for being the Epilogue King but
also for writing stories that cross lines and boundaries that he
doesn’t know are there. Vic is a proud father of two daughters, one
of whom watches over him from Heaven with his deceased partner,
Christopher. Vic is a proud trans* and gay man, and when he is not
writing, he is hanging out with his friends, or being distracted by
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Shemar Moore. Vicktor has published numerous bestselling novels and
has a WIP list that makes him exhausted just thinking about. He
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love with each other long after he is living in an assisted living
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