Page 18 of Brighton

“But I'm not tired,” I yawned again, disproving my statement.

“There’s a TV in the bedroom, we can put on another movie and see what happens. Go lie down and I'll meet you in there after I lock up the house.” I ran into the bedroom and turned it on and when he came in, he found me sitting up on all fours like a dog staring at the screen. I couldn't tell you how or why I landed in that position, but there I was. As soon I saw him, I hopped around and nearly barked. “Brighton, you remember how you researched Daddy/boy relationships?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’d suggest you extend that search to Daddy/littles, and possibly even pet play.” I turned my head from side to side, not familiar with the terms although I did come across them. I didn't click on the links but maybe I should have. “I think you may fall into one or even both of those categories. If you determine that's befitting of you and you can relate to it, then that's great. If not, that's great, too. I just want you to know that I'm open to whatever works for you.”

“Okay, Daddy.” I contemplated his words though they didn't sound like anything bad and if Daddy was good with it, then it must not be. “I'll check it out when I get home.” I didn’t want to waste what little time I got with Daddy on my phone. As soon as he found what he wanted us to watch he sat up against the headboard and I curled up against his side but quickly grew bored. Right then, I had the attention span of a two-year-old and kept thinking about was sex. Oh, how the tides of my mind had shifted, all it took was a handsome man and a bed.

I hadn't really touched Daddy, nor had he touched me for anything more than hugs and kisses. I wasn’t not complaining, they were great, toe-curling even. But now I wanted to see my Daddy without his clothes on and run my grabby hands all over him and this was my chance. I pressed my palm to his chest and slowly slid it up and down. My Daddy kept himself in shape but even if he had a pudgy belly, I'd still love him.

Oh shit, there's that word again.

Love.

It hit me upside the head. I was in love with him.

“What are you doing, little boy?” The lilt in Daddy’s tone teased.

“Nothingggg.” I drug the word out. Who knew I could flirt? “Just checking out the goods.”

“The goods, huh?” Daddy slid down beside me and turned toward me. “And what if Daddy did the same?”

“I'd say that's fair.”Yes, please.

“Good answer.” Daddy wrapped his arms around me and slid them down my back and squeezed my ass.

“Daddy, you're naughty.” The rotation between gentle and rough massage he gave the cheeks had me painfully hard.

“Well, someone else felt up Daddy first.” His warm breath ghosted across my neck before he gently nipped it.

“He-he, your scruff tickles.” Turnabout was fair play and I wanted to feel Daddy's rear, too, so I squeezed a handful and where mine was bouncy, Daddy’s was firm.

“What are you doing back there, little boy?” Daddy's hands slid along my side and underneath my shirt and he tickled me again.

“Daddy,” I gasped, which only made him do it more. “Okay, okay, no tickling. I wanna play.”

“Play with what exactly?” Emboldened by this question I chose to show rather than tell. I slid my hand down the front of his pants and squeezed. He was so hard for me, and I enjoyed having a new toy to stroke and tease.

“This.” I skimmed my hand up and down the shaft, in a way I knew I enjoyed. If it made me happy then it would probably do the same for Daddy.

He moaned. “You’re in for it now, boy.” Daddy sat up and took off his shirt. “Arms up.” Soon as I did that, he whipped mine off and flung it. I was shrimpy and pale compared to him. The way Daddy's eyes darkened, full of lust, spoke of filthy things. Fun things that lay ahead for me and I couldn't wait. “Remember what I said, Brighton. We only do what you're comfortable with, no questions asked and when you say stop, we do.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” He slid out of his sleep pants, and I did the same before he lay back down beside me. I nearly giggled when our pee pees touched. Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I thought that word. How long had it been since I even used it? What was going on with me? When Daddy gripped both our cocks in his strong hand and stroked up and down, I lost all train of thought. My eyes rolled back as did my head against the pillow. It felt so good, so nice, and so much better than when I did it. Not that I ever did it with another but the way our skin slid up and down our cut cocks. And when his thumb trailed across the heads and smeared the dribbles around, I shivered. The sensation drew a hiss from me. “Daddy. It feels so good.”

“Yes,” he moaned and stroked harder, faster. I raced along the edge, ready to jump over but I didn't want to come too fast and Daddy must have sensed that. “It’s all right, sweet boy, come when you need to. I know there’s more in you.” I was perpetually hard since I met him and knew he was right. I’d probably be hard again within minutes. Having age on my side assured me of that.

On the next uptick of his hand, he squeezed right beneath the heads, and I lost it. “Daddy,” I gasped as I came. “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy,” I chanted and rode out the aftershocks. I’d never come this hard. His mouth pressed to mine and his tongue pushed inside. I tangled mine with his and mimicked his moves.My first French kiss.Daddy’s tongue thrust in time with his fist, fucking in and out of my mouth.

With a final grunt he whispered, “Brighton,” as his warm come trickled down both our cocks. I made someone else come and that felt awesome. “As soon as I catch my breath, I’ll get us cleaned up.” I wasn’t about to move. I was a limp noodle, lying there completely useless as I basked in the afterglow of a fantastic orgasm. After Daddy cleaned us up, he rolled over and pulled me against him. We were both naked, but it was warm and wonderful. “Feel free to wake Daddy if you want to play some more.”

I hoped Daddy didn’t regret his words. By the next morning I was completely spent after Daddy made me come two more times, once by his mouth. I was able to get Daddy to come one more time, but he pointed out that his age worked against him. But he was more than happy to make me come for that third round and I had no complaints about that.

“Love you, Daddy,” I slipped out as I fell asleep.

I woke the next morning to two of my favorite scents, cinnamon and coffee. I reached over to feel for Daddy, but he wasn’t there. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes on the way to the bathroom and put my PJs back on. “Morning, Daddy,” I said as I kissed his cheek.

“Good morning, sweet boy. Breakfast is almost ready. What would you like to drink?”

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