The TUMS Series

Daddy's Little Boy

Brian couldn’t believe what a shitty day he had. First, Cynthia called in sick, then Vance blamed him for the account Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum fucked up, and the final straw was his fight with Michael over going out tonight. No, he didn’t want to grab a bite to eat at the diner, or play pool at Woody’s, or troll Babylon. He just wanted to unplug the phone, unwind a bit, and tackle that fucking account so he could shove the new ad up Vance’s ass in the morning. He really hoped Justin was busy with homework, or Daphne, or any other variety of teenage activities that would keep the blonde out of his hair for the evening.

He was relieved the loft was empty when he arrived home, until he heard the shower running as he approached the bedroom. Shit. Well, Justin could still be going out. No, he would be going out. Brian shrugged off his jacket and wrestled his tie loose.

As he undressed, he watched the teen through the steamed glass of the shower stall. Justin ran his hands over his body, slicking water over the soapy areas to rinse himself. Brian noticed his hands lingered a little longer over his cock, then around to his ass. The teen was being very thorough and Brian felt his cock respond. He had really only planned to slip into something more comfortable as he stripped off his suit, but now he only wanted to slip into his young lover.

Unfortunately, before he got to the shower stall, the teen turned off the water and stepped out.

"Fuck," Brian growled. One more thing that didn’t go his way.

Initially startled, Justin immediately recognized the glint in Brian’s eye and it was just the reaction he’d been hoping for when Brian got home. He was so horny all afternoon and couldn’t wait for Brian to get off work. "Ooh, daddy’s home," he purred as he wrapped a fluffy towel around his shoulders like a child.

Brian scowled at the ‘endearment’. He hated it, but occasionally tolerated it if they were role playing. And he knew he wouldn’t deny the sparkling blue eyes that bore into him as Justin waited anxiously for him to decide if he was in the mood to play.

Brian would never admit it, but this was his favorite game. He didn’t want to delve into the psychology of it, it seemed too perverted even for him, but it also made him feel…loved. Which was why he didn’t indulge in this particular fantasy very often. As far as Justin knew, Brian preferred to get his extra kicks from more traditional kink, like bondage or threeways, so whenever they tried other scenes it always appeared as a concession on Brian’s part to make his lover happy. Although, no matter what the scenario, who could really be unhappy as long as they were fucking?

Okay, as long as it didn’t include pom-poms.

All the day’s problems simply ceased to exist as Brian stepped up to the teen and started drying him off. "Were you a good boy today?" he asked as he ran the towel over the pink skin. He pressed his lips to Justin’s shoulder and felt the heat rising off him.

The teen made a show of looking guilty and Brian bit his cheek to keep from laughing at the obvious act. "What did you do, little boy?" he rumbled in Justin’s ear. The timbre caused the boy to shiver involuntarily as the sound went straight to his cock.

Justin still didn’t answer so Brian threw the towel away and hoisted the teen over his shoulder and carried him to the bedroom. Justin squealed in surprise, then squealed again as Brian swatted his bare ass. "I think someone deserves a spanking," he mused as the dumped his cargo onto the mattress.

"No!" Justin cried, surprising the older man. Justin always liked to be spanked. Brian thought that was the whole point of playing the naughty boy bit. "I wasn’t bad, honest," the teen insisted as he batted his long lashes at the older man.

Brian raised an eyebrow. "Why don’t I believe you?" He swatted the boy’s ass again, this time a little harder. Justin yelped and Brain ran his hand over the tender skin, squeezing the reddened flesh as the teen squirmed. "Tell me, before I paddle your ass."

Justin looked shame-faced as he stared at his hands. Brian got up and moved to the toy chest. He rummaged around until he found the paddle he was looking for. When he turned back to the bed, Justin’s obvious desire was clearly written on his face. "Well?" Brian smirked.

Justin struggled to look like an innocent schoolboy again. His face was twisted in an embarrassed grimace, but his eyes were still dark with lust. "M-my teacher…Mr. Larson said I was… he said… I’m dirty." The teen almost burst out laughing at Brian’s shocked face, but managed to keep his timid expression in place. "I’m not dirty am I? I took an extra long shower to make sure I’m really clean. See?"

Brian was still trying to comprehend the new twist in their dialogue when the teen rolled onto his knees and thrust his ass into the air for Brian’s examination. The puckered opening was exposed to his view and he suddenly had no other thoughts but fucking that tight little hole. He knelt behind the teen and leaned over to trail his tongue down to that delicious pink bud when the boy scrambled away from him.

"What the fuck?" Brian growled.

"Mr. Larson says only bad boys touch other boys," Justin replied, still attempting to appear shy and demure.

Brian huffed indignantly as he slumped against the wall and stretched his legs out. He was not in the mood for…

Justin crawled onto Brian’s lap. "I don’t want to be a bad boy," he pouted as he deliberately rubbed his ass against Brian’s groin before settling on the man’s upper thighs.

Suddenly understanding where this new game was headed, Brian stroked his erection as Justin watched while the shaft expanded in the older man’s hand. "So, you don’t want my cock inside your tight little ass? You want to be a good boy?"

Justin bit his lip and shook his head, although the hunger in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Brian smirked, wondering how long the kid would last. "Okay, baby. But it’s not bad to kiss, is it? Good little boys kiss their daddies all the time."

Justin stifled a giggle as he nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Brian kissed him lightly on the lips, then flipped the teen onto his back. Justin landed with a gasp, eyes wide, and Brian dipped his head and nuzzled his neck. "Don’t worry baby, I’m not going to touch. I’m just kissing," he assured his lover as his mouth trailed over the teen’s torso.

Justin relaxed under Brian’s tender touch and tingled with anticipation as he imagined just where he was going to be kissed. God, he loved this man, and this was just what he needed after…oh… after…what? Ahhh…. "Brian…"

Brian flicked his tongue over a nipple several times until it hardened to a peak. He rubbed his teeth against the little nub, soliciting a throaty moan from the boy.

He didn’t think he’d ever tire of hearing Justin say his name. When the teen was completely lost to the sensations over running his body and hardly able to utter a coherent word, it never ceased to amaze the older man that his name still passed the boy’s lips. Those moments always drove away any doubt that Justin was still his. Only his.

His head dipped lower to the teen’s navel where he kissed around the well before probing his tongue into the indentation. After what seemed an eternity to his tortured lover, he finally moved lower, but bypassed the rigid cock while he kissed Justin’s hip and thighs. It wasn’t until the boy was pulling at fistfuls of his hair that the older man relented and gently kissed the boy’s sac, slowly peppering light kisses over his balls before moving to the shaft. He littered more feathery kisses up the teen’s length as he worked his way to the tip. The swollen head was leaking precum and he rubbed his closed mouth over the slit before lifting his head and watching his lover’s reaction as he licked the sweetness from his glistening lips.

Justin’s eyes were glazed slits as he unconsciously licked his own lips and reached for Brian, trying to pull the man up for a kiss. Brian instead lifted the teen’s legs over his shoulders and hauled him up by his waist so the young man was practically standing on his head. Justin moaned as he felt Brian’s fingers pry his cheeks apart and expose his twitching hole to his hot breath. He moaned more loudly as Brian’s tongue swirled around the wrinkled folds.

The pounding in his ears from the blood rushing to his head did nothing to dampen the electricity coursing through his body as Brian’s tongue sparked every nerve ending. He thought he’d die from the pure sensation, but he still wanted more. "Please…" he barely managed to whimper.

Brian knew he had the teen at the breaking point, but he continued to tease just to hear the boy’s pleas. As he speared his tongue and dug inside, the teen’s head thrashed from side to side. "I can’t…ohhh…Bri…don’t…"

Brian tightened his hold so the kid couldn’t flip himself right over. He relished Justin’s increased mewling as he worked his tongue well into the hot channel while the teen was unable to get away. Only when he knew the boy was too close to coming, did he finally release the young man.

Justin just blinked at him through dazed eyes as the blood level flooding his brain returned to normal. Before he could fully recover, Brian swooped down and kissed him hard, plundering the boy’s mouth with his tongue. Justin eagerly sucked it in, savoring the taste of himself on the other man.

Although Brian was still keeping his hands to himself, Justin was wildly clawing at him for anyway to get the orgasm he was just denied. He twisted and pinched nipples with one hand while grasping the older man’s hard cock and roughly stroking it with the other. The man’s control frustrated him and he worked furiously to get Brian to a fraction of the need he was feeling so he would give in and fuck him.

Unwilling to end the game just yet, Brian captured his young lover’s hands and pinned them above his head. "I thought you were going to be a good little boy," he chastised.

Huh? "Please…I can’t," the teen rasped desperately.

"Yes, you can," Brian purred. "A good little boy does exactly what daddy says, doesn’t he?"

The words finally penetrated his lust-hazed brain and he wanted to scream. "Yes," he sighed hoarsely, resigning himself to his fate. He started the game, so he would have to see it through. He just hoped he didn’t burst first. If he could hold out a little longer, Brian would definitely make it worthwhile and that’s what he was focusing on.

Brian kissed him again. "Don’t move," he ordered as he released his hold on the boy. When he was convinced Justin was obeying, he straddled the teen’s torso and lowered his straining cock over the boy’s mouth. Brian hovered there for a moment, waiting to see if Justin would give in to the temptation, but he didn’t. Finally, the older man told him, "Suck."

The teen happily lifted his head and wrapped his lips around the moist tip, suckling the head gently before opening his mouth wider and taking more length in. Brian teetered over him as he tried to control the urge to thrust deeper into his baby’s sweet mouth while shoving a pillow under the boy’s straining neck.

Once Justin was more comfortable, he grasped Brian’s hips and guided him back and forth, the older man’s cock sliding deeper and deeper into the teen’s throat each time. Justin was rewarded with a constant litany of grunts and groans as he swiped his tongue up and down the shaft and twirled it around the head with each pass. It wasn’t long before Brian panted, "Stop," and reluctantly withdrew before he came. Justin released his cock, but still held his hips as he tucked his chin and nuzzled Brian’s balls before the man pulled away completely.

Brian dropped back onto the bed beside Justin and took a moment to catch his breath. He hardly had a second before the teen was on top of him, grinding their hard cocks together. Still close to the edge himself now, he was unable to deny the teen anymore. He kissed the boy’s red swollen lips, as he rolled Justin onto his back and positioned himself between the teen’s legs again. "Up," he murmured.

Almost sobbing with relief, Justin obediently lifted his legs over Brian’s shoulders as the man pointedly grabbed the lube. As if Justin needed any incentive.

Brian wasn’t sure who moaned louder when his cool lube-slick finger slid inside the burning hole. He loved the feel of the boy’s smooth silky walls wrapped around his bare skin and wished he could feel the same with his cock. He probed deeper, wanting to please his lover and feel the tight opening squeeze him inside.

"Oh, god," Justin cried as Brian curled the digit and stroked his prostate. After enough stimulation, he didn’t want to short the boy out just yet, Brian added a second and third finger to stretch the tight ring for his entrance.

"Fuck me," Justin begged soon after. He needed more, he needed to be full. "Please…ahh…"

Brian removed his fingers. "Okay, baby," he soothed as he slipped a condom on his erection and positioned himself at the opening. Justin then reached between them and eagerly guided Brian’s shaft inside.

He easily sank all the way into the boy’s welcoming depths. He leaned down and kissed Justin’s forehead, eyelids, nose and jaw. "Such a good boy. Daddy’s good little boy," he whispered huskily before capturing the teen’s lips in a deep kiss. "I love you, baby," slipped out so easily during these moments, escaping unchecked between breathless kisses.

As their passion eventually spun wildly out of control, both men abandoned finesse for need as tongues greedily ravaged every inch of each other’s mouths. Soon Brian’s hips were matching the steady rhythm of his tongue as he thrust in and out of the slick tunnel encasing his cock.

Justin’s hands roamed over the older man’s sweat-slicked skin as he pulled his lover impossibly closer, deeper, angling his hips so each thrust of Brian’s cock pummeled his swollen gland. "Yes…oh…more, more…" he wailed. His cock was crushed between them, sweat and pre-cum easing the friction as their hard bellies rubbed against the rigid shaft. The combined stimulation to his cock and ass quickly brought on his climax. "Brian…" he cried into the other man’s mouth as he was swept away.

Brian felt the boy’s ass constrict around his cock as Justin convulsed beneath him. He buried himself as deep as possible with one more hard thrust and roared as his pleasure washed over him in wave after wave.

 

***
 

After napping briefly, the two men went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before settling down to work on their respective projects for the evening. Brian tossed a salad while Justin set two place settings at the counter. Once they were seated, they ate in comfortable silence until Justin leaned over and kissed Brian’s shoulder as he reached for another piece of bread. "What do you have to work on?"

Brian scowled at being reminded of the evening’s remaining work when he was just thinking of other ways to occupy the rest of the night with Justin. "Just another of Brad and Bob’s fuck ups," he shot over his shoulder as he put his dishes in the sink. "You?"

Justin followed him to the sink and started rinsing all their dishes to put in the dishwasher. "Just a paper for that asshole Larson."

Brian froze, a chill tingling along his spine. Why hadn’t that registered before? Shit. Because his dick was in charge. He slipped his arms around the teen’s waist and hugged him from behind, hoping he was overreacting. He knew it was unrealistic to expect Justin to be completely sheltered from all homophobia, despite his best attempts to protect the kid after the bashing. But Justin has just been playing with him right? It was just a game. Right?

Of course. The teen would have said something otherwise. Hell, the kid couldn’t keep a secret much longer than Emmett. He decided to just forget about it when his mouth ran off unheeded.

"Baby, he didn’t really say any of that shit to you, did he?"

Caught off guard, Justin hesitated to respond as he contemplated how much to tell.

Brian tightened his hold, fear and anger warring for control. "Justin?"