Chapter Fifteen
Kyle
Arizona
Kyle and Daddy Benson were tucked away in the back of the truck. They had planned to get into their Christmas outfits, but as they stood there, surrounded by the cozy confines of the truck, something shifted.
Daddy Benson reached out, his fingers gently brushing against Kyle’s cheek, and shot him a tender smile. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he murmured.
Kyle leaned into the touch, his eyes meeting Daddy Benson’s with a mixture of surprise and longing.
Daddy Benson’s lips softly pressed against Kyle’s in a gentle kiss.
Kyle wrapped his arms around Daddy Benson’s waist, pulling him closer.
The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent.
Their breaths mingled, and the world outside the truck faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own world.
Kyle’s hands roamed over Daddy Benson’s body, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, tracing the lines of his spine. Daddy Benson’s hands explored every curve of Kyle’s body. Daddy Benson helped Kyle down onto a pile of blankets, their bodies entwined.
Kyle slid back against the wall but allowed his leg to rub against Benson’s leg.
Touching him sent electrical currents through his body as his cock hardened.
Daddy Benson moved on top of him, finding his lips again, pushing his tongue into Kyle’s mouth.
Their tongues rolled around each other. No one had ever made Kyle feel so wanted.
Daddy Benson knelt between Kyle’s legs, unzipped his jeans, and yanked them to his ankles.
“I want to suck you,” Daddy Benson said.
Kyle felt his face warming to red, relaxed on his back, and placed his hand behind his head. Daddy Benson’s sparkling eyes followed every movement Kyle made.
“I’m going to suck you until you want me to bang your ass,” Daddy Benson said.
Daddy Benson took hold of Kyle’s erection, licked the head, and made slurping noises.
Then he ran his tongue over the slit and the pearlescent precum wetness on the head.
Kyle moaned while playing with his hair.
Daddy Benson used his hands to fondle and gently tickle his balls.
The man was gentle and loving. He was always there for Kyle, never leaving him alone.
Kyle enjoyed Daddy Benson’s tongue licking him.
“You taste delicious.”
Daddy Benson’s tongue swirled around the head, then dug inside the slit and nailed it, in and out with deep, slow strokes.
Then he moved to the base of the shaft, swirling his tongue, before licking and making sucking sounds the length of his shaft.
He opened his mouth and deep-throated his cock, silently claiming ownership.
“Your cock belongs to me.” He licked and sucked Kyle’s balls, leaving a wet trail before moving back to his cock. Bobbing his head up and down, he again deep-throated his cock so far his eyes watered. Meanwhile Kyle’s steel erection pulsed as it plowed deeply into Daddy Benson’s mouth.
“I’m going to come,” Kyle panted, and with a few more strokes, he came.
Daddy Benson slowly kissed him. His lips and mouth were fresh, moist, and clean. Benson’s beard smashed against Kyle’s mouth, tickling him. He felt Daddy Benson’s cock harden as Kyle kissed him and played with his nipples. Their bodies weaved together as Kyle enjoyed his afterglow.
“Please fuck me,” Kyle begged.
Daddy Benson stood, removed his slacks and found a condom and lube from a small bag behind some wrapped gifts.
So, when did Daddy Benson get the condom and lube? Was he planning on fucking him back here? Or was he planning on anyone he had picked up along the way? Stop thinking of shit to make you run away.
Daddy Benson’s cock was impressively huge, with a smoothness that was incredibly beautiful. That was the kind of cock he wanted in his ass. Oh yes, he wanted to feel that cock.
“Turn over, Kyle. I’m not done with you.” He opened the condom, the rubber making a slight crinkling sound as he unrolled it onto his erection.
Daddy Benson inched behind him and rubbed some lube inside his ass, using one finger, then a second to stretch Kyle.
Fuck, his balls tightened, his cock was again harder than stone, and he desperately needed something bigger inside him.
The fingers weren’t enough. Come on Daddy Benson. Fuck me already.
Daddy Benson aimed his cock at his target, poking through the hole a little way and stopping there. Kyle didn’t understand why he had moved in so slowly. Surely, he must know he’d been waiting for it. Maybe he wanted to savor their time alone.
Daddy Benson slowly pushed into Kyle a little more, then moved his cock in deeper, breaking through the muscles.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy Benson,” Kyle growled.
“You want hard?”
“Please. Daddy Benson, harder.”
“You love my big cock, don’t you?” He picked up more momentum in his pounding.
“Yes. Yes. I need it harder. Make me hurt.” Kyle’s words came out like bullets from all the banging.
“You want harder, I’m going to make you sore,” Daddy Benson panted through the long fast strokes. He banged him repeatedly. He took Kyle’s cock in his hand and fondled it, then jerked him.
“You’re such a good fuck,” Daddy Benson shouted.
“Feels so good,” Kyle shouted.
Daddy Benson moved faster, then changed to a slower pace, and continued this fast and slow pattern while he stroked Kyle’s cock. Kyle tilted his ass toward the oncoming cock that beat inside him so he could feel him deeper.
“You feel like velvet,” Daddy Benson panted.
Their lovemaking was sensual and tender, a dance of passion and affection. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to their love, a promise of forever. Together, their bodies in perfect sync, lost in the intensity of their connection.
As they reached their climax, it was a shared moment of ecstasy, a culmination of their love and desire. They held each other tightly, their hearts pounding in unison, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. In that moment, there was nothing but them, their love, and the promise of a future together.
Finally, they lay entwined, their bodies still tingling with the afterglow of their passion. Daddy Benson stroked Kyle’s hair, his fingers gently running through the soft strands. Daddy Benson whispered into Kyle’s ear, “I love you, Kyle. More than anything in the world.”
Kyle shivered at the words, a wave of emotion washing over him. “I love you too, Daddy Benson,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “Always.”
They clung to each other for a long while when he looked at Kyle. “We need to go back into the room and clean up.”
“I think so too.”
As soon as they dressed, they carried their Santa and elf costumes with them to their room. Luckly, Daddy Benson hadn’t checked out yet. Once they showered, they dressed in their outfits to visit the hospital in Arizona.
The red velvet suit clung in all the right places on Daddy Benson, and Kyle hated that his eyes kept finding those places. The beard might’ve been ridiculous, but the broad shoulders, the way Daddy Benson carried himself was just adorable.
Kyle’s own costume was a full-on elf disaster. Green tunic, pointy shoes, a hat that jingled whenever he moved. He could sense Daddy Benson holding back a comment.
Then Kyle looked across the street. A black car was parked and Kyle remembered having seen it before. Only this time, there were two men inside watching them.
Inside the children’s hospital, Daddy Benson slipped into the role without hesitation.
His deep, gravelly “Ho, ho, ho,” turned heads, softened faces.
He knelt to talk to the children eye to eye, his gloved hand steady on the bedrails, his presence filling rooms in a way that felt more real than the suit.
One little girl clutched her stuffed bear and asked if Santa could bring her dog back from heaven.
The air shifted.
Daddy Benson didn’t blink. “I’ll see what I can do, sweetheart,” he said, voice gentle in a way Kyle hadn’t heard before.
Kyle looked away, fussing with the bell on his hat, because otherwise he might’ve stared too long—at Daddy Benson’s steady eyes, or the way his mouth and voice wrapped around words like they mattered.
The rest of the afternoon blurred in laughter, rustling wrapping paper, and kids tugging at their sleeves.
Kyle threw himself into ridiculous elf facts just to make Daddy Benson’s mouth twitch into an almost smile.
Every time Daddy Benson’s arm brushed his in a doorway, Kyle’s body clocked it, storing the warmth like it meant something.
Back in the truck, the city slid by in smears of light. Kyle leaned against the cold glass, trying to hold onto the glow from the hospital while the tug of California pulled at him.
Daddy Benson hummed to the radio, still in the Santa hat, one hand loose on the wheel. His gaze flicked to Kyle, lingered for a beat too long, then returned to the road.
“You know you’re still dressed like Santa, right?” Kyle asked.
“Santa’s hungry,” Daddy Benson said, but his mouth curved like he knew Kyle wasn’t just making small talk. He stopped at a Mexican restaurant where the menus were so sticky they might’ve been laminated in salsa.
Daddy Benson ordered steak fajitas in full Santa voice, making the waitress raise a brow and a guy in the next booth snort. Kyle ordered chicken fajitas.
“You’re gonna get us banned,” Kyle said, reaching for a chip.
Daddy Benson caught his wrist, just enough for Kyle to feel the quiet weight of it before dipping the chip into the salsa. “Santa rewards patience.” His thumb brushed the inside of Kyle’s wrist as he let go, casual enough to be deniable, deliberate enough to leave heat throughout his body.
The restaurant was warm and noisy, but Kyle’s focus kept drifting back to Daddy Benson—the way his forearms looked with his Santa sleeves pushed up, the way his mouth curved when he laughed.
Daddy Benson started talking about the girl with the stuffed bear.
“She reminded me of a girl in one of the shelters,” Kyle said.
“The way she held onto that toy…like letting go would make it real,” Daddy Benson added.
Kyle’s throat tightened. He nodded, but half his mind was already in California—beaches, trails. It was supposed to be his clean slate.
Daddy Benson’s gaze found him again, steady and searching, like he could see the split in Kyle’s thoughts. He didn’t say anything, but something in his eyes made Kyle feel known.
And that was the dangerous part.
Daddy Benson’s rhythm was Michigan—snow, family dinners, roots Kyle had never had.
And Kyle didn’t know if he could be the reason someone left that behind.
Didn’t know if Daddy Benson would even want to.
He went back and forth between living in California or following Daddy Benson to Michigan.
Nothing was a done deal, but he loved Benson, and he had said he loved him too for the first time. That much was real.
They stood to leave, Daddy Benson grabbing the bill.
Outside, the air was warmer as they went west.
He stepped aside, letting Kyle pass first, his hand at the small of Kyle’s back in that quiet, steady way that felt nothing like small talk.
Kyle swallowed against the lump in his throat, telling himself the heat in his chest was from the warmer temperature. But he knew better. Then he saw the same car with the same two people sitting in it.