Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
MICAH
Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Calvin Rutledge’s hand was on my dick.
How was that possible? However it happened, the planets had aligned, and his fingers were teasing me to the edge of my control. It was a shame my dick was so small and likely to be a disappointment, but for this part? I’d risk future humiliation. Daddy said he was the one who decided, and it was a foregone conclusion I’d let him.
Daddy slipped his hand under the waistband of my pajama pants. There was one less layer between him and me. The warmth of his hand seeped across me, and I strained upward for more of it. His sinful chuckle and wandering fingers hardened my cock further. And when he pushed aside my underwear and put flesh to flesh, I thought I would come out of my skin. Daddy’s fingers encircled my small cock like it was a precious thing. He teased the slit of my mushroom head until a drop of precum beaded at the tip. His explorations smeared it around, and the moan I’d been trying to keep inside slipped out.
“Little one, your dick is perfectly sized for you. I like how little and sweet it is, just like you. See how it fits inside my hand? It’s the perfect size to play with…my perfect boy. The smaller the berry, the sweeter the fruit. I bet that’s true with your cock.”
As Daddy spoke, his fist completely covered my dick. The tip of it poked out, and his thumb teased the barely exposed head. My entire body had stiffened while he played with me. At some point, I forgot to be embarrassed over how small I was and let the sensations he created wash over me.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.”
Daddy’s voice was almost reverent. It confused me, but I never wanted him to stop touching me. No one had ever made me feel like my dick was worth touching. Half the time, I was embarrassed to jack myself off because it seemed so small in length and girth compared to others. It hardly seemed worth the effort at under four inches and decidedly slim. But this man who’d thought he was straight until a few days ago treated it like something desirable? I never ever wanted off this merry-go-round.
“Who does this perfect little cock belong to? Can something so tiny be called a cock? No, that’s too big of a name.” Calvin crooned his words and kept jacking me at a steady pace. Not enough to make me come, but enough so I was aware he was in control of my pleasure and he knew it. “Who does this perfect little peen belong to?”
“You,” I managed to gasp.
“Ooh, so close, you almost had it.” Cal slowed down his tempo while he jacked me until it was almost painful in the most delicious way. “Try again, little one.”
“Daddy…it belongs to Daddy.”
“That’s right, baby. That’s exactly right.”
This time, Cal sped up his fist and squeezed me tighter. My dick might have been small, but that didn’t change the precum, which leaked at a steady pace creating a sticky lube. “I need you to come for me, little one. Show Daddy all the sweet things this little peen can do.”
Cal’s mouth found the column of my neck and licked the tightened tendons as I threw my head back. I pumped my hips to gain more traction, but his steady grip never wavered. I needed more.
“Daddy, please help me come. I need help.”
The low chuckle that meant he was enjoying toying with me erupted from him. If a little begging was how I found relief, then I was down for it. He held all the cards in this game, but somehow, that didn’t frighten me. It comforted me. My obligation started and ended with his instructions, and the rest was left to him. I only had to feel. And it made me harder and more turned on than I’d felt with anyone.
“Oh, little one. This sweet little dick is mine. Do you understand, baby?” He paused to take a shuddering breath, and my body convulsed. “I’m the one who gets to decide it’s enough.”
“Yes, Daddy. I-I-I understand.” His fist squeezed me, but he didn’t move beyond that.
“I need the words, baby. You need to say it so I can be sure you truly understand. This is important because nothing matters more than caring for you.”
He nipped my earlobe after his statement. The sharp nip was a reminder my cock ached with the need to come. The dark-red tip poked through his fist and was shiny with precum.
“My cock—” Daddy cut me off before I could finish.
“No, baby. You don’t have a cock. You have a little peen.” When I said it wrong, he stilled his hand, but it was too much. Tears tracked down my cheeks, and he delicately licked the tracks. “Try again for Daddy. Say it, baby.”
“My peen…” Daddy’s hand stopped. “My little peen…” He started again. “Belongs to Daddy.”
“Who decides whether it’s enough?”
“You do, Daddy.”
Daddy hesitated before he spoke again. “That’s right…that’s perfect. Good boys who follow directions are allowed to come, and no one is better at being a good boy.”
Finally, Daddy’s fist moved faster and tightened around me. His whispered words of praise did cartwheels through my brain. Never before had I felt so wanted, desirable, and sexy, and somehow, this man who wanted me to call him Daddy created that moment for me and then some.
After a few more strokes, my brain shut off and my body took over. I writhed and jerked my way to the edge and then jumped off the side without a backward glance. My release exploded from me before I had a chance to warn him. Ropes of cum spurted from my dick and Daddy squeezed every bit of it from me. I panted and splayed myself across his lap. I might be embarrassed any other time, but I was far too wrung out to feel anything but satisfaction.
After whatever insanity happened in the library, Daddy sent me upstairs to shower and change. I’d felt his stiff cock under me, but he didn’t mention me returning the favor. I scurried out before doing something more foolish than I already had, like offering to help take care of it for him.
Daddy said I had twenty minutes to shower and change when he sent me upstairs. I was waiting at the foot of the stairs with at least three minutes to spare. Daddy emerged from his office, looking like absolutely nothing had happened with every hair in place. The only hint was the smirk that played across his lips.
He hustled me into the car, and we set off for the downtown café. I’d spent almost no time playing tourist on Almstead Island, but being next to him was an experience that went beyond that. For most of my life, I’d been actively working toward being a wallflower, but with Daddy, that wouldn’t happen. After he parked, I hopped out of the car before he could come around like he’d done almost every time I’d been in a car with him. I realized my mistake when he came around anyway with narrowed eyes.
“Little one, what do you think I’m about to say?”
“I should have waited and let you open my door.”
“So you knew the right thing but deliberately chose not to do it?” He wasn’t entirely wrong, but I didn’t want to admit it openly. “Answer me, please.”
“Not on purpose, Daddy.” He stepped closer until my back was against the car and he was pressed against my front. An outsider might think we were sharing a tender moment, but I understood that wasn’t our direction.
“I want to take care of you, little one. I need you to let me.” He pressed his mouth firmly against mine. In public. For everyone to see.
“Daddy,” I hissed, “someone will see you.”
“And?”
“And they might wonder what’s going on.”
“They’ll see me kissing you.” And then he did it again, except Daddy slipped his tongue inside this time. When he stepped back, I was dizzy with want. “And now they’ll see me holding your hand on our way to breakfast.”
He tugged me forward with my smaller hand firmly in his, and I had no choice but to follow along. When he’d said he was claiming me, I hadn’t expected Cal to be publicly open about me staying with him. It was one thing to experiment behind closed doors, but to be so open around strangers made me feel like a princess without the frothy dress.
Daddy led me to a table right by the front window of the café so there was no hiding in the shadows. He held my hand across the table as if that weren’t enough. This was all new, but no one could experience this without feeling the swoosh and sweep of butterflies. God help me, but it felt so darn good. I wasn’t certain of his intentions, but what difference did it make? I loved who I was around him, and there was no reasonable argument to fight the tide.
After a delicious breakfast of French toast, bacon, and fried apples, Daddy and I walked to the bookstore. Once again, he held my hand and kept me close. He said hello to a few people who greeted him but didn’t slow down to talk to anyone. I was grateful for it because I’d stammer over any responses. In a few short minutes, Cal ushered me inside.
I’d found nirvana.
The store’s bottom floor housed a café that served fancy coffees and pastries, with a seating area to the back currently hosting a book club. The second floor had a surprisingly large selection of books, separated into genres, including non-fiction.
Daddy pulled out his wallet, counted two hundred dollars, and pressed it into my hand. “I don’t want any change. Spend it all.”
I looked down at more cash than I’d ever had at one time. I carefully slid it into my pocket before pushing myself onto my toes while pulling Daddy’s head toward me. I kissed him on the cheek before I whispered my thanks in his ear.
“Good boy,” Daddy said before ghosting a kiss across my mouth. “I’m going to answer a few emails, but come and find me when you’re done.” He settled into a chair close to the window and pulled out his phone while I prowled the aisles, looking for my selections.
In the business section, I found several books about sustainable energy. It was a subject I’d been interested in but hadn’t been able to learn more about. I found some interesting Micheal Faraday and James Watt biographies in the biography section. And in the stationary area, I found a treasure trove of journals to choose from. Composition notebooks were the most economical, so I went with them even though a bound leather one called my name. With my selections made, I headed for the registers downstairs before backtracking to find Daddy.
“Daddy, I’m finished.” I spoke quietly so I wouldn’t be overheard. No one was around, but I wasn’t willing to take any chances.
Cal responded with a warm smile. He took my hand and kissed the palm before standing. “Did you find what you needed to occupy yourself for a few days?”
“I did. A few books about sustainable resources, some biographies, and a few notebooks for notes.”
“Did you spend every penny?”
“Almost all of it.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a few dollars in change.
“Little one, if I give you cash, I never want change back.” He held my hand in my pocket until I released the money. “Are you ready to go home?”
Home.
My mind wasn’t ready to label Calvin’s house that. Yet. Still, my brother’s house was so horrible I wasn’t willing to claim it either. I was sure Kyle, my brother, was exactly where he’d always been—lying across the worn brown-flowered couch with a hangover and a get-rich-quick scheme in his thoughts. So long as he had a steady stream of alcohol flowing through his veins, my brother hadn’t concerned himself with things like bedtimes, getting me to school, or keeping food available. He’d knocked me around when I annoyed him by asking about those things. After my mom died, that house had also stopped being home.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Cal retreated to his office, and I spent the rest of the afternoon curled up in the armchair. I intended to read but the scene from this morning kept replaying in my head. It was simultaneously the sexiest, hottest, most overwhelming sexual experience of my life and the most embarrassing. The size of my dick had always been a source of absolute humiliation.
The couple of guys I’d been with had been only marginally interested in touching me, and I couldn’t blame them. How much fun could a tiny dick be for them? Heck, they rarely bothered to start a halfhearted blowjob and never finished it. Generally, I’d be flipped over, they’d do their thing, and one of us would leave. Occasionally, they offered a muttered thanks, but more often than not, silence or snores.
But Calvin? Holy sweet gay angels, that man had made me feel sexy, hot, enticing, and all the things I wasn’t. Considering how he dove right into hands-on-dick, I was surprised he’d never fooled around with men. Whatever self-preservation instincts I had were washed down the drain along with my dignity and jizz.
And his parting instructions? Unless he kept hidden cameras in the bathroom, which would be creepy, he’d never know if I touched myself or not. And if he was serious, I could only imagine the humiliation that would come with knocking on his door and asking permission to beat myself off. That thought, though, had me squirming in the chair as my dick twitched. At least one part of me was on board for a little more humiliation play.
Oh god, the more I thought about what happened earlier, the stiffer my dick got behind my zipper. My hands itched to give myself some relief, but I remembered how clear he’d been. It wouldn’t be a surprise to discover Daddy had cameras here in the library, but I was too frozen to look around for them. I forced myself to think about kittens and solve math equations, but my mind stubbornly refused to move off the images I’d accidentally created.
Would Daddy—thinking of him as Cal wasn’t an option anymore—consider sucking me off? It was hard to imagine what it would feel like to have Daddy’s mouth on my cock, no, my peen. Daddy’s tongue was magical in my mouth, so that had to mean for it to be any lower on me would be ecstasy. My mind wandered to the fantasy of shooting my load in his mouth and what it would feel like if he swallowed around me. Mind-blowing . The closest I’d come to that was watching a Daddy give his boy a blowjob on bootleg porn from the internet. It wasn’t the greatest, but it got the job done.
If a mouth was a mouth and a hole was a hole, then maybe he’d let me suck him off too. His cock had been hard when I was in his lap this morning, so Daddy must have liked some part of what we did. The more I thought about pleasing him, the stiffer I became. My pants were slightly tented at the thought of being on my knees with Daddy feeding me his cock. Based on what I could feel, he was considerably larger than me.
Well, heck. I was painfully hard and unsure how to handle it. My plan to think of anything else to bring down my erection failed spectacularly. My hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I knew what he’d want. He’d want me to go in there, have him help me with this problem of mine. There was only one option. I both dreaded and yearned for it. He hadn’t explicitly said he wanted control of my orgasms, but he’d implied it. I’d freely hand over all responsibility if it meant feeling how I did this morning.
With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself out of the chair and went down the hall to his office. The door was slightly opened, and I peeked inside. He had on dark-rimmed glasses— glasses —and studied the screen intently. I cleared my throat at the door and waited until he acknowledged me. It wasn’t right away. My dick throbbed while I worked hard to be patient. He finished his task, and when he noticed me, he waved me inside.
“Did you need something, little one?”
He removed his glasses and laid them on the desk as he spoke. With a push, he moved his chair back from the heavy wooden desk and beckoned me closer. By the time it was done, I was standing between his splayed legs with my backside barely perched on the desk. My bulge, such as it was, was evident in my pants. His glance down at me made it clear he understood my problem.
“I…uh…started thinking about this morning and then couldn’t stop thinking about what happened earlier. This…thing”—I waved vaguely at my crotch before finishing—“won’t go away.” I paused and took a deep breath before finishing. “I don’t know what you want me to do.”
Daddy said nothing at first. He only stared at me with those piercing eyes that would always know when I was being less than honest. This man would always be able to see behind my mask. There would be no secrets from him.
“Baby, I’m so proud of you.”
Wait…what? That wasn’t anywhere on my list of imagined responses.
“But why?” My erection was only getting harder by the second.
“You think I don’t know how much you agonized before coming to see me?” One of his fingers traced along the front of my pants, which didn’t help solve my problem. “I’ll help you with your immediate problem, but then we talk about an alternative. Either way, it’s not a condition of you staying here. It’s not a condition of you staying out of jail. It’s not a condition on any damn thing except a conversation. Agreed?”
Daddy pulled my shirt off and tossed it somewhere, then moved to unbutton my pants. He started to pull my zipper down but stopped and waited for my answer.
My dick was rock hard and aching. Realistically, I was moments away from coming in my underwear, and that humiliation was one step too far. “I agree, Daddy.”
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?” Daddy hustled me out of my pants and tossed them aside. I was left in my briefs when he slid me up on the desk and kept me within easy reach. “I’m so proud you came in and told me your problem. That was hard, wasn’t it?”
I could only nod because my brain couldn’t handle talking anymore.
“Your little peen is hard too. Look how sweet you are. Baby, look at it.”
Always obedient, I peered down as instructed. My tiny dick was a deep dark pink. The head was shiny with leaking precum. What I saw as inadequate, his awestruck tone told a different story.
My head fell back, and I moaned deeply when Daddy cupped my balls. At the sound, Daddy’s hand squeezed me gently. “Fuck, baby, you’re small everywhere, aren’t you?”
I only whimpered in response.
“You’re so perfect everywhere.”
Every word of praise soaked into me. In the back of my mind, I thought how I’d felt that first time with him was a fluke, but it wasn’t. Not one little bit and, once again, his whispered words of praise sent me soaring. Daddy wanted me. He thought I was sexy despite my little peen. And it didn’t even feel like a consolation prize. The entire idea was a revelation.
Whatever I expected him to do, it wasn’t slipping the head of my peen into his warm, wet mouth.
After he swirled his tongue around the head, then along the underside of my shaft, he popped it out of his mouth and said, “Salty, tangy. Baby, you’re so fucking delicious.”
And then he dipped his head again and took my entire peen into his mouth. Admittedly, it wasn’t hard to do, but oh my goodness, the moment was sinful. Daddy’s mouth was better than I’d imagined. I didn’t have much experience on the receiving side of the equation, but this man was a natural at sucking dick. He used the perfect amount of pressure. The feeling of his tongue against my rod was indescribable. If I died right here, right now, then I hope my epitaph said I died happy.
“Daaaaaddy, I’m gonna come…” My voice trailed off because he’d pulled off and replaced his mouth with his hand and then switched them off. I lost my darn mind. Daddy alternated between hard and fast movements, then light and tight sucks. Every time I was close to coming, he’d back off and begin the sweetest torture all over again.
“Baby, are you sure you want to agree to my terms? We’ll talk about this?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted. It didn’t matter what he wanted, I’d agree. Never, ever had my body been so close to soaring like this. When I closed my eyes, it was like fireworks were exploding in my brain, and the most humiliating part of me had become the epicenter of my pleasure. “Daddy, I’ll agree to anything. Please let me come.”
“You beg so sweet. Who does this peen belong to?” Daddy asked when he popped off my peen. I wanted to cry. I almost did again.
“You, Daddy. It’s all yours.”
“Who decides whether it’s good enough, little one?”
“Daddy does,” I panted.
Finally, Daddy put my dick back in his mouth and swallowed around it. My hands had a death grip on the edge of the desk, but Daddy unfurled them and laced our fingers together. I gripped his hand while strings of babble fell out of my mouth. My balls drew up impossibly tight to my body, and my release rocketed through me. The relief of coming sent shudder after shudder through me. My bones melted within my body, and I had trouble holding myself up. Daddy pulled me onto his lap, and I sagged against him. When it struck me how absurd I looked—dick out and no pants—my giggles erupted.
“You all right, baby?” Daddy’s voice had a smile in it.
“I’m so all right, Daddy.”
My giggles returned, but I felt too lazy to move yet. Right here, right now, I didn’t recognize myself, and I desperately wanted more. For the first time in more than ten years, I could stop for a second and savor the moment. It was a heady, intoxicating feeling.
I felt lighter than I had in years. Slowly, my heart rate returned to a level where I wasn’t as worried about it pounding out of my chest. My bones returned to solid form, but as I relaxed against him, his hard cock remained pressed against my bottom. The thoughts that had originally brought me into his office resurfaced.
“Daddy?” I looked up at him when I said his name. He took the opportunity to drop a kiss on my upturned mouth. I tasted myself on his lips. This man was nailing the gay thing. Ten out of ten. No notes. “You didn’t come.”
“It’s okay. I can take care of myself later. You don’t have to do anything.” As Daddy spoke, I inadvertently moved around on his lap. He tossed his head back and a groan escaped him. “Little one, that’s not helping.”
Experimentally, I squirmed again, and Daddy’s breath hitched. “Micah, you’re killing me…we haven’t talked yet. I don’t want you to feel obligated or pressured. Because you’re definitely not obligated.” Daddy’s hand reflexively kneaded my thigh while the other gripped my hip.
For the first time, I didn’t feel inadequate or lacking in the sex-appeal department. Instead, I felt like I was floating, and he’d made that happen for me. And I wanted to return the favor. Not out of obligation but because I wanted him to know I could make him feel good too. What I wasn’t willing to do was examine why it was so important he knew that.
“Daddy, I want to make you feel good too. It’s not an obligation if it’s what I want.” I stopped long enough to press a firm kiss to his mouth because he looked like he needed it. This…I don’t know…boldness was so out of character for me, but I liked it. “Let me do this.”
“I’m not going to try that hard to talk you out of it,” he smirked, then nuzzled against my neck, sending shivers through me.
I slid off his lap and settled between his legs while he leaned back slightly in this leather chair. On my knees, I deftly unbuckled his belt, followed by the snap and zipper of his slacks. His cock strained against the confines of his briefs and my mouth watered to taste him.
“Baby, fair warning, I’m not going to last long.”
I smiled up at him, and like a man possessed, I answered, “As long as it happens in my mouth.”
His groan was all the answer and permission I needed. His hard cock had already created a wet spot, and I couldn’t resist mouthing the outline of him. When Daddy’s hands threaded through my hair, a full-body shiver shook me to the core.
“Baby, please don’t make me wait. I need you,” he croaked above me.
With that encouragement, I pulled him free and encircled his dick with my hands. He was so much larger than me that it was almost funny. Almost. Mostly, it was sexy as heck, and I was tired of waiting. I heard his hiss when I licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. I swirled my tongue around his head, then traced along the ridge.
His shuddery groan spurred me to take him into my mouth. Inch by inch, I sucked him down my throat until my nose was buried in the thick thatch of dark curls at the juncture of his thighs. His musky smell was pure sex and man. I loved it.
Once I’d adjusted to length and girth, I began sucking his thick dick. My cheeks hollowed as I worked him over. I didn’t worry about neatness or the dribble of spit rolling down my chin.
Daddy’s fingers tightened in my curls, but he carefully kept still and let me set the pace. I sucked and swallowed until I saw stars from lack of oxygen. Above me, Daddy murmured encouraging words about how sexy I looked on my knees for him and how talented my mouth was. I steadied myself with one hand and used the other to roll his balls. Their weight, so unlike my own, felt heavy in my hand.
When I felt the sac tighten close to his body, I redoubled my efforts on his cock. I got my reward when his hands flexed in my hair, and with a strangled cry, his cum poured down my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but some escaped and leaked down my chin. I carefully eased his cock from my mouth before it became painful.
Daddy swiped the wayward cum from my chin and fed it to me. I slipped his thumb into my mouth to ensure it was properly cleaned.
“Baby, I barely survived that,” Daddy said with a relaxed laugh and a wink. “Let’s do it again.”
In response, I sat back on my heels and returned his easy grin. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been happy and relaxed. Today, Daddy gave that to me.