Chapter 13

This felt important, and it made my stomach clench in knots just at the sight of Justin standing in front of my door. A movie night with the man that was driving me crazy was like winning the lottery. Justin looking at me the way he did, felt like winning the lottery. Him kissing me felt like flying. The thought of letting this progress – terrified me in ways I had never known.

He was not the devil of my past, but that didn't mean he couldn't hurt me just as badly. It wasn't fair to either one of us – I knew that. But I was scared of what could happen.

Live in the moment – that's what my friends told me to do, and that's why I said yes to him coming over for what could possibly be the most intimate moments of my life over the last fifteen years.

All of these thoughts flew around in my mind as he grinned at me, and he wasn't even through the door yet.

"You are gonna invite me in, right?"

"Oh! Yeah – of course." I stepped back and left the door open. Liza barked happily as she ran up to him and flopped herself down at his feet. "Looks like she's happy to see you."

"Well, I hope her father is, too." He bent down and scratched her belly. "Who's a good girl, Liza? You are! Yes, you are!" He looked up at me with the happiest of grins. "Hi, Liza's daddy."

"Hi, Justin." I felt the blush betray my feelings.

He slowly stood up and stepped over to me. One of his hands shut the door, and the other wrapped around my waist. "I think we can say hi better than that, don't you?"

I was flying once again as Justin's tongue sweetly slid against my own, and I felt my body weight shift as he tightly pulled me into him. I could swoon. That would be embarrassing. But it was a strong possibility as this young, hot man took whatever I was willing to give him. By now – it was almost impossible not to give him anything he wanted – and that was just as scary as the rest of it.

"You… smell… very nice…" he managed to say between kisses.

"It's… soap…"

He chuckled into my mouth and slowly broke away from me. "Soap, huh? You cleaned good for Daddy?" The look on his face made me want to fall to my knees in front of him right now.

"Daddy? Are you Daddy?" I inhaled slowly as his eyes bore into mine.

"Daddy is a state of being, and I give big daddy energy, don't you think?" I almost collapsed when he winked at me.

"Oh – Jesus," I moaned.

"What? You like that? I think you should give Daddy another kiss," he teased, and before I could answer, I was back in his arms with my leg thrown around his waist and my hands pulling the back of his hair while he kissed me passionately. I was coming unglued from my reality in his arms – his tongue pressed into my mouth – his hand sliding down my back and grasping my ass.

Yeah…

I lost my balance.

"Did I make you faint?" His warm laugh sent ripples of goosebumps across my body.

"Maybe?" I steadied myself and slowly took a step back, no longer trusting my instincts in his presence.

"Maybe what?" His dark eyes narrowed as he stared down at me. "Say it, David."

"Maybe… Daddy?" I felt foolish even saying it out loud. This boy could almost be my son – well, biologically, I was fifteen when he was born, so… I could have been. I'd just have been a very young daddy. He would have been a high school whoops.

"You have no idea how that makes me," his whispered voice told me everything I needed to know.

"Ok…" I forced my body to turn away from his gaze and felt him follow me. Jesus! Somehow, just his mere presence today felt so large and important that he filled the room, and I wanted to wallow in this feeling. "So, I pulled out a couple of movies. Your choice."

I walked quickly over to the kitchen and pulled down the air popper from the cabinet. "I thought you might like some popcorn?"

"If you want some." He walked over and looked at the DVDs I had laid out in front of my television console. "You still watch your DVDs? That's so sweet. I don't think I've done anything but stream for years now."

"Old habits. I like owning my stuff and being able to see it. I rent some movies every now and then from Apple, but I prefer to be able to see my possessions." I laughed happily as I poured some kernels into the top. "You should see my CD collection."

"Do you still have a CD player?"

"I do." I turned the popper on and walked over to the large console, which sat against a wall. "I don't listen to them very much. Not anymore, really. But every now and then, I do." I opened the large console and grinned. "Turntable, CD player, and even a cassette player, and it all still works perfectly."

"Where do you keep your music?" He glanced around.

I opened up the bottom of the console. "Records and my favorite CDs are stored down here, and I have boxes hidden in the closet. I think I still have almost every CD I've ever bought."

"You have a bit of a Taylor Swift thing, huh? Are you a Swiftie?"

"I mean…" I huffed. "She's like the next Joni Mitchell in terms of songwriting, I guess. Her music over the last few years has been great. So…"

"You are totally a Swiftie," he teased. "I like her a lot too."

"What kind of music do you like?"

"All kinds, actually. I grew up with my parents listening to 80's music, and we… John and I learned to love it. But I've always been partial to Vampire Weekend and Beaches. Also, MGMT was pretty cool. I don't listen to that much music right now, though. But I used to keep my headphones on most of the time when I was younger. Now… I guess I just haven't taken the time to really let myself relax like I used to. If it's not on the radio, I probably haven't heard too much newer music. John's the same way now. He lives in a video game."

"I still have a CD player in my car, so… I keep a few in there that I want to listen to the most. The Pleasant doesn't allow for a lot of time on the road. Traffic may have gotten worse, but it's still just small-town traffic. Thank God the tourists don't travel here by car that much, or it would be really bad."

"Tell me what you love the most about living here. It's… surprisingly grown on me."

"Well, I was born here, so it's always felt like home. You know, like a comfy sweater that you can't' get rid of even though it has a hole in the sleeve. The Pleasant is where I've always felt the most comfortable, and even though my family doesn't live here anymore – this is still the place I would rather be. The people are great, and it's just easy and pretty. I love winter here more than anything else."

"Do you miss living in Denver?"

"Oh, God, no. Talk about bad traffic. My commute every day was almost an hour because I lived on the other side of town, and… It was crowded, and even though there were some nice people, it was… No, I don't miss it and wouldn't ever want to move back. I'm home, at least, for now."

"Would you ever decide to… I guess, leave The Pleasant if there was a real reason to?"

"I don't know. Maybe? I guess it would depend on the reason."

"How about selling your DVDs and going strictly digital?"

"Bite your tongue."

"I'd rather bite yours."

"I'd… uh… let you." Fire exploded onto my face.

"You would, huh? I'm going to take you up on that."

"Ok." I stepped towards him.

"Ok, what?" His voice hardened and deepened as he winked at me.

"Are you really going to make me say daddy again?"

"Trust me – Tonight, I plan on making you say daddy a lot."

"Shit!" The sound of popping had stopped, and I ran back over to the kitchen and quickly salted the kernels. Making popcorn was part of the perfect movie experience, and it had to be made exactly right, or the whole thing was ruined. Every kernel needed the right amount of salt. There was a rhythm to it. Salt, then shake the bowl, making sure to toss a little up so the bottom kernels also get covered.

I heard Justin laugh as he picked up a DVD. "Pretty in Pink? I don't think I've ever seen this."

"Then you, my friend, are in for a treat. It's the perfect date night film."

"I'm not so sure that I'm going to be able to focus on the movie very well."

"Why not?"

He set the movie down and turned back to me. "Because there is a very handsome man who will be sitting just a few inches away, and I don't think I'll be able to stop touching him." He turned and sat down right in the middle of the couch.

"A man old enough to be your daddy."

"A very young daddy." Justin leaned back on the couch and put his hands behind his head. "But you don't really give daddy energy."

"Oh, and you do?"

He flexed his arms and chuckled. "I think that's fairly obvious, don't you? Now be daddy's good boy and come sit down with that fucking popcorn. We have a movie to watch while I let your hands roam anywhere they want."

"You are killing me – and here I thought you were coming on strong before."

"I decided why the hell not. I know what I want, and I think you do too."

"I do." I was fucking horny that I thought I might explode. It had been so long since I… let myself feel anything. I walked in and set the popcorn down on the table.

"You do, huh? Then why are we watching a movie?"

"I like movies, and I think you will love this one."

"Hmm… Do you have a TV up in your bedroom?"

"Yes, but not a DVD player."

"That would be a problem, I guess. If we had to watch a movie. We could just turn on the Weather Channel. I won't be paying attention to the screen anyway." He stood up and gently grabbed the front of my shirt.

"Do you want to forget the movie?"

"What movie?" He nipped at my chin.

"I should make you suffer." I moaned as he kissed my neck.

"My suffering may be bad, but I think you have as big of an itch to scratch as I do." He fucking licked the side of my face, and my knees wobbled.

"I'm sure my itch isn't as big as yours." I managed to say as I tried to catch my breath.

"Lucky for you, I have plenty of itch for both of us." He took my hand in his and moved it down his torso to his cock. His hard and thick cock that was straining to break free from the jeans it was stuck in.

"Oh, God…" I felt my lungs empty as I stood there with what had to be the most lustful look in all of creation plastered on my face. "We can… uh… watch the movie… uh… some other time."

"Yeah?" He smirked, and I had to keep my feet on the ground as I squeezed his cock through his jeans.

"Yeah."

"Fuck!" Before I knew what was happening, he threw me over his shoulder and carried me up the stairs. He started to turn right, and I slapped his ass.

"Not that way. That way!" He turned, found my bedroom, and dropped me on the bed.

"Clothes – off – fucking now." He growled, and I started ripping my clothes off as fast as I could. My shoes and shirt were expelled from my body, and I unbuttoned my pants.

He stood there and watched me as I undressed, a smirk on his face.

"What?"

"I like it when my good boy does exactly what I say."

"Are you just gonna stand there?"

"Yes. I am gonna stand here until those pants are completely off."

"You're making me feel very vulnerable being the only naked person here."

"You're not naked yet. As soon as you are, I'll take mine off, too. Now get those fucking pants off, boy." He sounded so husky and rough that I did exactly what I was told and quickly covered my hard cock with my hands.

"Hand away. I want to look at you."

I stared back at him, and he crossed his arms. I slowly pulled my hands away and lay there nude and open for him to see.

"Nice." He rubbed his cock through his jeans. "I love the hair on your chest. So fucking hot, baby."

"I feel fat."

"Not fat. Just a little belly and I have to admit that it does things to me. You wanna do things to me?"

I nodded.

"You're gonna be good for Daddy, aren't you, and do what I say?"

"You're really doubling down on this role-play, huh?" I giggled, and he frowned. I gulped.

"I said you're gonna be good for Daddy, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

He chuckled. "I told you that I give off big daddy energy. There's just something about you that makes me wanna take care of you, my little otter pup."

I have no idea why I did it. I put my hands behind my head and stifled the giggle that threatened to explode. But the way he was looking at me was so fucking hot I couldn't stop myself. I needed to please him, and I had never wanted anyone so bad in my life – ever as I did him right now.

"Yes, Daddy. All I want is to please you."

"All I want is to make you happy, baby. You want Daddy to make you happy?"

I nodded. "Yes."

He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. "Slowly stroke your cock, babe. Let me watch you."

I didn't have to be told twice. My cock was throbbing, and all it wanted was to be touched. I moaned as I slowly stroked myself. "Like this?"

"Fuck. Just like that." He rubbed his hands over his smooth pecs and slid his other hand down his pants. "Yeah, stroke your cock and show me how much you want me. You do want me, right?"

"I'm about to jump on top of you at any moment." I wheezed as my other hand pulled gently at my balls.

"You want me to take my pants off, or do you just want to lay there and watch me – watch you." He brought up his arm and flexed as he grinned, knowing full well what he was doing to me.

"I haven't… I could come at any minute."

"No. You won't come. Not until I tell you to." He grunted as he flexed his pecs and rubbed his crotch. "Now, what do you want?"

"I want to see you – all of you."

"You wanna see my cock? You want to touch it?"

"Please," I begged, throwing away all sense of decorum. He had made me come completely undone without even touching me.

"Why don't you come over here and take them off for me." He wiggled his finger at me.

I crawled off the bed and quickly dropped to my knees in front of him. My hand reached up and slid up his hard torso. His muscles had muscles, and I couldn't believe that he was here with me – that I was here with him – in this way instead of helping him with his IT needs. People like him didn't choose people like me. But here he was. My hand was on his hard washboard abs, and I gently felt the ridges as he flexed his torso for me to explore. He knew what he was doing, and what it was doing to me – for me.

"Pop the button on my jeans, boy. But don't take them off yet."

I did as I was told. I had no idea that I would be so into this kind of role-play. If he wanted me to call him daddy, I would scream it if it pleased him.

"Do you want to see how hard I am? Put your mouth on it."

I opened my mouth and pressed it against his thick shaft that was straining against the fabric. I mouthed it, and he ran his fingers through my hair. "That's nice… Fuck! Do you want this jock dick? How bad do you want it? I could show you how badly I want you if you agree. Do you want this cock, David?"

"I have never wanted anything more than I do your cock, Justin."

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

"Unzip me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I unzipped his pants to discover that he was not wearing any underwear. His thick brown shaft slowly unfurled from the binding and fell free as I pushed the fabric out of the way. It was an uncut monster, and I groaned with need as I stared at it only a couple of inches from my face.

"Open your mouth, boy."

I left my mouth gaping wide and stuck out my tongue as I waited for what would come next. I could already taste it, and it was still standing there throbbing in front of me as he made it bounce with his ab muscles.

"I went to the gym today and got very, very sweaty. I almost didn't shower, thinking that you might like that. Would you have liked that, David? Me all sweaty and tangy from my workout?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"I showered. But next time, I won't. I'll come straight to you and let you lick the funk off my cock. God, you have a nice mouth." He picked his shaft up in his hand and stroked it. "Just the tip for now. Suck on my… fuck…" He exhaled sharply as I tasted him for the first time. I sucked on his swollen glans and rolled his head around on my tongue as I swiped at it, sucking it like a lollipop. "My boy is a fucking cocksucker. That's right… Fuck, baby. That feels so good."

I had to stop myself from saying thank you, Daddy, because my mouth was full, and good boys don't talk with a mouthful of cock. I slurped on his head and sucked it like I was trying to get the bone marrow from it. It was so thick and veiny with a head that tapered. I chewed gently on his foreskin, and he pressed gently on the back of my head.

I took this as a sign that I could go further, and I let his head press over my tongue and slowly slid down his rock-hard shaft. God, the smell of him made me crazy. He smelled clean and fresh yet so much like a man that I took all of his thick meat in my mouth, nuzzled my nose into his trimmed pubic hair, and inhaled as much as I could, taking his scent in.

He rocked his hips. "Fuck, baby… yeah, that's it. So hot and wet. Suck me, David."

I did as I was told and slowly slid my mouth up and down his pole as I licked at his glans with every ascent. His moans told me that I was doing it like he wanted, and soon, his hands were on the back of my head as he slowly thrust into me. I tightened my lips and let him use me for his pleasure and reveled in each thrust of this beautiful man who had chosen to be here with me.

He grasped my chin in his hands and slowly pulled out of my wanting mouth that watered with a need for him.

"David… I mean, boy, I… Fuck you can suck a dick." He breathed heavily.

"Years of practice." I giggled. "It's so big, Daddy." I giggled.

"I thought you might like that, but I'm having a hard time keeping it up."

"Seems hard as shit to me." I wrapped my hand around it and squeezed.

"Oh… Not that. I was rock-hard before I even walked into your house. I mean the daddy thing. It's not my usual, but… Something told me that you'd like it."

"I don't hate it. I would have also loved you showing up in a football uniform, but maybe next time?"

"I still have it." He chuckled. "I even have my pads and helmet somewhere. You'd like to fuck a jock?"

"My entire life."

"Can I please…" He hauled me off my knees and pushed me gently onto the bed. "Cock or ass? Hmm… Choices."

"As much as I'd love to watch you suck my dick right now – if you don't stick that inside me, I am going to scream like a little baby – Daddy."

"Oh, you've totally asked for this, boy." He growled as I flipped over and offered myself to him. "Nice or rough? Your choice."

He slapped my ass playfully, and I moaned. He spread my cheeks apart, and I almost fainted when I felt his breath against my hole – then his tongue. No one, and I mean no one, had ever done this to me before, and I was almost forty years old. Eating ass was gross, the devil would say. Well, Justin seemed to feel very differently about it.

"Rough but nice?" I managed to whisper, and I heard him chuckle. The vibrations ran through my hole. My cock throbbed, but I was scared to touch it – I could come at any moment. I was so fucking engorged.

His tongue lapped at my hole and pressed inside. I almost crawled off the bed. His breath and tongue were doing something incredibly special to me back there, and I balled up the covers in my fist. Tongue and a finger pressed so gently.

"Lube? Please tell me that you have lube."

"Bottom drawer where everyone keeps it."

He laughed as I heard the drawer slide open and shut once again. The cold feel of the lube as it trickled onto my hole, and his finger pressed it gently inside. "I had brought a condom just in case, but I see that you bought a brand-new box. Expecting something, were we?"

"Just in case."

"Maybe I should make you wait."

"Oh, my God, Daddy, please!" I begged as his finger slid in further.

"You're very tight."

"It's been a while, so… You're pretty huge, but I'll…" Two fingers. "manage. God, even your fingers are big." I groaned.

"I'll be gentle yet rough." He bent down and kissed the back of my neck as he finger-banged me. "You ready?"

"Please, Justin. I fucking want you so bad."

"Really? I could just keep doing this for a while and make you wait."

"Asshole. Fuck me, Goddammit."

"Language…" He chuckled as I felt his fingers withdraw. "Reach back and hold yourself open for me. I want to see your hole." He ripped the condom open and grunted as he put it on.

I pulled my cheeks apart and felt the tip of his cock press against it. Then, pierce it as the tip slowly went inside. It burned, and I lost myself in the feeling of this fucking sexy beast wanting me – wanting to be here naked with me as he slid his cock into my ass. It was unimaginable if you had asked me two weeks ago or when I almost killed him with my car.

"Justin Lautner… Fuck…" I moaned.

"Did you just call me Justin Lautner?"

"Let me have this fantasy."

"If you are imagining Taylor Lautner right now, you need to be punished."

"I have been very, very bad, Justin… Daddy… please."

"Wow! How much can you beg? Inch by inch? Tell me?"

"Please fuck me! Fuck… You are so big." I panted. "Please more…"

"I had no idea you were going to be a big old cock slut. I like this side of you. More?"

"Fuck! Yes… more."

Inch by inch, he slid into me as I begged him to fill me up, and he did. My ass felt like it was about to explode with the size of him. I felt like he would never get the whole thing in, or I wouldn't be able to take it, but eventually, as I demanded more, over and over, I felt his pubes brush against my ass cheek. "Fuck… Is that it?"

"Eight inches of Daddy"s dick," he chuckled as he rotated his hips.

"God, you feel so… huge and… so fucking good."

"You are so tight, babe. It's like an iron grip on my cock."

I pushed my ass against him. And ground into him.

"You want this that bad? You are a little monster." He slowly pulled back, and I moaned as he pushed back in.

"Please, Daddy… Justin… whoever the fuck you are – fuck me."

"You can call me Taylor. I had a girlfriend who used to… whatever."

Holy hell!

I begged, and he unleashed hell on my ass.

His hands pressed into my lower back, and the sounds of his hips slapping onto my ass was like music to my ears. I met him thrust for thrust, and his grunts and moans made me throw my head back and wail with joy as I took all of him into me – thrust after thrust.

He pummeled into me just as rough as I craved and gentle enough to still be enjoyable. I had a darker side that he had unlocked with his role-play, and I was greedy. I wanted it all, and I wanted all of him.

"Flip!" I demanded. "Let me on top."

"Your wish is my command." He pulled out and laid down on the bed. I instantly pounced and crawled up on top of him. I reached back and grabbed his cock and held it as I slid myself down his length and felt him stretch me open as I took him all the way inside. I rode him hard and fast, bending down to kiss his nipple, lick his armpit, and kiss him as he writhed under me.

"Fuck… so much cock…"

"So fucking tight…"

I rode him until he held me in place and pistoned into me fast and hard. My cock sprayed all over his chest, and I threw my head back and howled at the power of my orgasm.

"Fuck… I'm…" I jumped off him and ripped the condom from his cock, and he sprayed my face before I could take his cock back inside me. I licked the cum from his head and sucked the rest of it into my mouth, savoring the taste of him – so tangy and sweet. Of course, it was.

"That was… Fuck you are a Goddamn tiger."

"Baby likes to please Daddy." I crawled up to him and kissed him passionately as he grabbed my head and slid his tongue inside my mouth.

"I am a messy bitch." He laughed.

I giggled as I fell down beside him, and he took me in his arms. "This was much better than a movie and popcorn."