Hot Daddies, page 10
“You did this with him, didn’t you?”
“Him? You mean Beet?” I considered lying, but this wasn’t the time for it. “Yeah. How did you guess?”
“You said his name.”
I laughed again. “I had a mouth full of cock at the time, how could you tell?”
He shrugged against my chest, sending goose bumps down my frame. “I just could.”
I pulled him up to me. “Yeah, I did. I called to him. I had a ghost to lay away, Markey. And do you know what? He approves.”
“He does? He approves me?”
“Absolutely, you handsome fucker.”
“Can I try it now? I’ll probably gag a lot, will that turn you off?”
“Gag all you want, my friend—”
“Lover,” he interrupted me. “We went way beyond being friends tonight. I’m your lover now.”
Amazed at the confidence in his young voice, I tousled his hair. “Lover. I like the sound of that.”
“Mmm,” he answered, slipping his lips over my leaking dick. He gagged, tried again and did better the second time. Then he came up and looked at me. “Did you do the other thing, too? You know, doing it to each other?”
“Yeah, we did,” I answered, shoving his head down on me.
There was some more sucking and gagging. He came up again. “Are we going to do that, too?”
“You bet your good-looking ass!” I said. “But first you gotta finish this.”
“Okay,” he said with a grin and went back to work.
I’ve always had good orgasms, and those with Beet Borak were earth shaking. The first one with Marcus Markey didn’t quite rise to that level, but it would only get better. Even as I exploded, and he valiantly struggled to take everything I could deliver, I fantasized about that other thing he was anxious to try.
DADDIES IN DAMIAN
Gavin Atlas
Through the kitchen window, Damian watched his boss, Stan, begin the job interview with the day’s target. Damian had to lube up his ass in preparation for his cue. He usually felt nervous and aroused at this stage, but today there was also exhaustion. He’d been fucked constantly. Would there never be a break?
The target was as always, an older man, at least fifty, bearded. Damian loved being fucked and dominated by men more than twice his age, which made him perfect for Stan’s project. This man looked attractive if overweight. He appeared a bit surprised to see Stan wearing a bathrobe for a job interview, but this was Hollywood, where business was often conducted poolside while sipping rum punches.
“Raymond, is it? Great to meet you,” Stan said, shaking Raymond’s hand without getting up or removing his sunglasses. “First, I need to let you know we tend to tape our interviews for our records, so please sign this release.”
Raymond stroked his short beard and shrugged before signing. Damian knew the ad for the job was listed in the adult section, but it seemed that most men forgot that as they dressed up for the interview and brought résumés. Damian felt when the ad read, International corporation seeks handsome, mature gay male, they should know something related to sex was involved, but so many times the expressions of surprise were priceless.
“You’ll oversee shipping of our products and monitor website traffic, among other duties,” said Stan, gesturing from his lounge chair with one hand while holding a drink in the other. “First, I should confess that the pay is a bit lower than at other companies, but we do provide one perk to make up for it. Are you thirsty?” Stan hit the intercom button built into his lounger. “Damian, come here now,” he ordered.
Nude, Damian opened the sliding glass door and headed straight for Raymond, drink in hand.
“Sweet mother of god.” Raymond dropped the folder containing his resume and stared in wide-eyed amazement. “I apologize—I’m sure you didn’t know I was here. I—”
“Not at all, Raymond,” Stan said. “Damian is the perk I mentioned. I know it’s not much, but we have to make do.”
Raymond couldn’t take his eyes off Damian. “He’s gorgeous. He’s an absolute Adonis.”
Damian smiled but looked demurely away at Stan, focusing on the curls of white beard and salt-and-pepper hair. Stan had instructed Damian not to look at the target, so as to allow him to feast his eyes on Damian’s body without temerity while Stan communicated Damian’s willingness to fulfill a master’s every need.
“Yes, yes, Damian’s not bad to look at, but I’m afraid he’s dumb as a post.”
Damian’s dick stiffened. He didn’t want to enjoy the part where Stan informed the target that he was just a stupid piece of ass, but he always did. He reminded himself that his English teacher back in Tennessee had told him he was bright enough for college.
“So it’s a good thing you get to fuck his ass as part of the job,” Stan continued. “Otherwise he’d be no use as an assistant.”
Raymond nearly choked on his drink. “I beg your pardon?”
Stan shrugged apologetically. “I know this job can be a bit boring, and I’m afraid there are going to be times when you’ll have nothing to do, so you’ll be able to spend the whole day in Damian’s ass if you wish. Why don’t you try him out now to see if this is the right kind of workplace for you? Here, boy, get on all fours and offer yourself,” Stan ordered, snapping his fingers.
A warm wave of humiliation washed over Damian, and now his weariness was eclipsed by the arousal he felt in his throat, his gut and his stiff dick. Why was he always so horny for debasement? He got into position to allow himself to be fucked doggie-style.
“Holy cow, that ass is amazing,” Raymond murmured. “I can’t believe—this has got to be some kind of joke you’re playing on me.”
Stan got up from his lounger, shaking his head. “Not a joke at all. Here, to prove it, I’ll start fucking that hole first.” Stan pulled out condoms from the pocket of his bathrobe and then slipped the bathrobe off. Stan was tall, perhaps six-three, and hairy. He’d tanned nude for years, and now his body had a leathery quality to it. Damian thought that Stan was too proud of his muscular physique, but Stan’s extreme confidence and huge erection kept Damian in the mood to be submissive.
“This can’t be happening,” Raymond said as Stan sank his dick into Damian. Even though Damian got fucked by Stan every day, there was always novelty when a new person watched them. The humiliation felt so good he was nearly delirious, but why couldn’t his asshole ever be given a day off? He used to get them, but he hadn’t had his ass to himself in more than a month.
As Damian began to grunt and moan, he wondered if Raymond was a “wise target.” So many men had seen Stan’s website that a number of the interviewees knew they were there to be videotaped fucking Damian.
“Take his mouth, Raymond,” Stan said, his hands on his hips as he thrust in and out slowly. Damian could hear hurried unzipping and stripping. It wasn’t another thirty seconds before Raymond pushed his cock between Damian’s lips. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his breathing and the movement of his tongue over Raymond’s cock, all the while keeping his ass arched to best accept his master’s dick. He felt the tight pull of pleasure in his gut, but at the same time he thought to himself, Damian, you have to stop this life sooner or later.
Stan’s thrusts increased in power and depth until with one final shove he climaxed with a growl, buried in Damian to the hilt. “God, this ass is good,” Stan murmured and Damian closed his eyes in happiness at hearing he’d pleased his master.
“Your turn to take his rump,” Stan told Raymond as he pulled out roughly. Either Raymond was wise to them or he’d become so rapt in his conquest of Damian’s body that he could no longer find the words to express his disbelief in the direction the interview had taken. But as Raymond pushed his thick, sheathed dick into Damian’s ass, he became vocal again.
“Damn, this ass feels incredible.” Damian could feel Raymond’s excitement and eagerness in the urgent thrusts and the vise-tight grip Raymond had on Damian’s hips. Damian never tired of the older men who felt such ecstasy, such wondrous surprise at getting to fuck his hole. If only he could give such pleasure forever…
After being reamed for nearly ten minutes, Damian could sense Raymond closing in on his peak. With each thrust the older man pulled Damian’s ass toward him to drive in ever deeper. Damian moaned with each punishing stroke until finally Raymond shot inside the condom, screaming with each wave of his orgasm. Then he collapsed on the bottom boy’s back and whispered in his ear. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
As Raymond dressed, Stan made conversation about the interview process continuing, and how they’d certainly be in contact with Raymond in the near future. Damian remained obediently on all fours, suspecting that Stan knew Raymond was wise to the scene, but continued the interview anyway. What mattered most to Stan was that the target was an attractive Daddy type—and good at fucking.
After Raymond left, Stan’s partner, Bob, emerged from his hiding spot in the den. “That taping was one of the best in the past couple months,” he said as he kissed Stan on the cheek. Then he began to strip off his denim shorts. “And now my reward for all that hard work behind the camera is getting in your ass, Damian.”
In response, Damian arched up his rear and waited for Bob’s pounding penetration to begin.
Richard couldn’t help but smile when he saw Damian bound up the stairs to his clinic. The young man’s beauty and good nature never failed to delight him.
“Hey, handsome. Sit right down. Are you being careful?”
“Yes, sir, but I want to get checked anyway. Besides, it gives me a chance to see you.”
“Big flirt,” Richard said as he swabbed Damian’s gums. The young men who came regularly to Richard’s free STD clinic were almost all hustlers or participants in low-quality porn videos, the dangerous sort that demanded barebacking. Considering how often he had to distribute antibiotics or refer the boys to specialists, he was impressed that Damian was always negative for everything. He’d seen snippets of the website DaddiesinDamian. com and knew, from the videos, that scores of older men fucked the young stud.
“So this week when I have free time, I’m going to clean your gutters, cut your lawn and paint your side door.”
“You already cleaned the gutters, Mr. Helpful, and you don’t have to do anything, actually. This free clinic really is free.”
“You can’t be making much money treating people for nothing.”
Richard shrugged. “So I don’t have much money in the bank. The world won’t end.”
Damian gave Richard a simmering smile. “But I still want to help you because…well…I want you to like me.”
“I do like you,” Richard said, squeezing Damian’s shoulder. “You’re my buddy,”
“But you call all your patients ‘buddy’. I want to be special.”
Richard smiled but said nothing. Damian was special to the doctor, but Richard wanted to suppress the sentiment. Even though it had been two years, he was still wounded that Robbie, the only porn boy he’d ever allowed into his heart, had left him. But Damian was far more handsome and seemed so much sweeter. How could he not have feelings?
“You have such pretty eyes,” Damian said. “They twinkle when you smile. And I like your beard and…you’re so built for…um…”
Richard laughed. “For someone my age? I used to be a marine.”
“Oh. That explains why you’re so damn hot.”
Richard couldn’t help but grin. “Thank you, Damian.” Richard knew he wasn’t bad looking for an older man, but he was aware of how much Damian loved Daddies, so the compliment meant more than most, and a small wave of pleasure rippled through Richard’s stomach.
“I don’t have any money for a proper date, but can we maybe go for a walk in the park or something?”
Richard wanted to mention Robbie and explain why he didn’t want to open up his heart, but took another tack.
“I do really like you, Damian, but I can’t help but be jealous of all the men that fuck you. The right man for you to be with couldn’t have that kind of hang up.”
Damian frowned but nodded. “I understand. I’ve been meaning to get out of that situation. I figure I must have paid back Stan for the airfare from Tennessee, and I hope I’m earning more than what he expects for my room and board. He said he’d give me a chance to start college after the first year, and it’s been almost three.”
Richard knew that Damian had been in contact with Stan via the Internet and moved out to L.A. the day he turned eighteen. He’d had such a horrible relationship with his father and older brothers that he’d run away from home three times. Once he was eighteen, there was no way to drag him back. Damian had said he wouldn’t have minded staying in the country and working on the family dairy farm, but not with the intolerance that surrounded him.
“Stan keeps wanting me to let guys bareback my ass for the website, but I won’t.”
Richard frowned. “If Stan promised college and isn’t delivering, and if he is encouraging you to be unsafe, then yes, you should leave.”
“Could I stay with you?”
Richard hesitated. There had been so many untrustworthy hustlers and unstable addicts coming through his clinic that he kept a Taser on hand. Damian seemed angelic compared to most of them, but he wasn’t sure. “I…suppose, but maybe—”
“It’s okay. I can tell you’re uncomfortable with the idea. I’ll figure something out.”
That night Richard purchased a membership to DaddiesinDamian. com. The number of videos of Damian getting fucked numbered in the hundreds (the boy was only twenty!), and his dick stirred seeing how much Damian loved getting plowed by older men. On the other hand, it bothered him that many of the newest comments said things like, “If you want to keep me as a member, Damian needs to start getting barebacked.” Others said, “Not just barebacked, but gangbanged.”
With a little research, he was able to discover that the full name of the owner of DaddiesInDamian was Stan Latham. Digging deeper revealed that Latham had once been arrested for dealing crystal meth but got off on a technicality. Richard had figured Damian’s “master” was up to no good, but this was worse than he expected. Maybe he would have to put past experience behind him and help Damian. Maybe he had to stop worrying about protecting his heart, at least for now.
Damian’s depression briefly lifted when he saw the elation in Richard’s eyes. Damian had brought a bouquet of daisies to Richard’s house, and he wore his yard-work clothes, hoping to please Richard as much as possible.
“To what do I owe this pleasant surprise? Come in, young man.”
Damian looked down. “I have to leave Los Angeles, Dr. Preston. I made the mistake of getting on Stan’s computer. I wanted to see how much money he was making from guys fucking my ass, and it’s…a lot. I also saw some other stuff, and Stan and Bob caught me. Now they won’t let me out of the house. I had to sneak out just to see you.”
Damian saw the sadness in Richard’s eyes. “Damian, don’t go back. Call the police from here.”
Damian shook his head. “I called the police before, and they won’t do anything. Maybe Stan paid them off. Besides they have all my stuff, and I have nowhere else to go.”
“Under the circumstances, it’s completely fine to stay with me.”
Damian smiled. “I would, but sooner or later Stan and Bob would find me and enslave my ass again. I don’t want to get you involved in this mess. Over the past week, I was able to steal a dollar now and then to take the bus here and bring you flowers. I…uh…I also kind of…sold some gold cufflinks that belonged to Stan to a pawnshop, so I have enough for a ticket out of Los Angeles. I needed to say good-bye to you though.”
“But you’ll still need money for food and a place to stay.”
Damian shuffled his feet. “I suppose I may have to let them fuck me for a while longer, and I admit part of me still enjoys it. Even if I’m starting to believe that I’m not good for anything except giving up my ass. It turns out I’m just as stupid as Stan says.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you are not. One mistake made to get away from your family does not make you dumb.”
Damian could no longer resist, and he leaned forward to kiss Richard fiercely, his lips pressed urgently against the older man’s. He could sense Richard’s surprise as he reflexively backed up, but then he returned the kiss, putting his arms around Damian and pulling him tighter.
“Please,” Damian begged. “I may never see you again. Would you fuck me?”
Richard shut his eyes. He inhaled sharply, and then again, and a third time. Damian saw his resolve breaking.
“Yes! Yes, I want to fuck you so bad.”
Damian felt himself lifted off the ground and gently carried into Richard’s small house. Damian knew that with his muscular frame, he wasn’t a lightweight, and Richard’s strength surprised him. Every few steps, Richard stopped to kiss Damian’s mouth, but in less than a minute, Richard had Damian on his back on the bed, kissing, nipping at and caressing the young man feverishly.
Damian couldn’t control his need. He yanked off his shorts and put his legs in the air, moaning and squirming.
“Sweetheart, slow down. Let me be good to you.”
“But sir, I’m so horny. Please, sir.”
Richard continued his patient, affectionate exploration of Damian’s body, caressing his muscular chest and abs, kissing his face and neck. Damian sighed in delight, but he still whimpered for penetration.
“Okay, okay. I want you just as bad as you want me,” said Richard. He quickly stripped and Damian saw Richard’s dick for the first time. It was hard and large. He was maybe a touch bigger than Stan, which meant Damian’s hole would be stretched more than he was used to, but he’d be able to take what he was given with pure pleasure. Richard’s taut body was even better than Damian had imagined, a vast improvement over most of the men who got to fuck his ass.
