I slid two fingers into him, watching his hole suck me in like he was welcoming me home. His tightness enveloped my digits, pressing down on them, and I wanted to get my cock in there as soon as I could. I took my time to open him up, though, scissoring into his hole and adding a third finger. It was only when he was nearly begging me to fuck him that I pulled them out and lined my cock up.
He reached back to touch my hip, his nails scraping over skin, and then he glanced at me, and I crushed my mouth against his as I pushed inside his tight warmth. Like with my fingers, I slid in easily. He moaned into my mouth, his need evident in the way he shoved himself back on me until I was balls deep. We both moaned, but the sounds were muted by the invasion of each other’s tongues in a deep, toe-curling kiss.
“Don’t touch yourself,” I reminded him gently, seizing his hand and pressing it against his own hip. I began to move, slow at first. The glide of my cock out of him had Shane whimpering, but not as loudly as when I shoved myself back in.
“Fuck, Daddy. You’re so big. You fill me up so good.” He tilted his chin, and I took his invitation, capturing his lips again as I started a steady, but brutal pace. I fucked him deep with each stroke and my balls slammed against his body. “Oh fuck, Daddy. Please. Please, Daddy.”
I dug my nails into his hand, which I still held against his hip. “Please what? What do you want, baby boy?” I growled the question into his ear.
“You, Daddy. I only ever want you.”
I kissed his jaw, his ear, and his cheek too. “You’ll always have me, Shane. Always.” I grabbed his knee and bent it, giving me better access to his hole. Using the added space to move, I pistoned my cock into his ass harder and faster, earning even more cries of pleasure and begging sounds.
Letting go of his hand on his hip to wrap my fingers around his neck, I pressed down on his windpipe—not tight enough to strangle him, but with enough force for him to feel the pressure. I remembered how much he’d gotten off on that tie, and I wanted to see how he’d react to my fingers. He moaned, grabbed my wrist, and held on tight while I continued to fuck into him. The world rocked and sparkled, and pleasure zipped through me and exploded like fireworks. His moans grew loud and more erratic, and each needy whine had me closer to the edge.
“Oh fuck, choke me, Daddy.”
“Touch yourself,” I demanded. “Come for me, Boy.”
He didn’t argue, only wrapped his hand around his hard, curved dick. He shivered and tugged himself fast, in time with my thrusts. I was so close that it hurt, and my balls tingled as they drew up to my body.
“Please, Daddy, breed me.”
Those filthy fucking words from his sweet mouth were all it took for my body to explode.
“Fuck!” I buried myself deep in him and stayed there, my body quivering as my release hit me like a freight train. My cum jetted from my slit, filling up Shane from the inside.
Shane’s moans got louder until his own cock quivered as his orgasm blasted from him, splattering over the fresh bedsheets I’d just changed last night. He trembled against me, his head tilted back, face flushed, and his swollen mouth parted. I clamped my hand tighter around his neck and felt the vibration of his groans under my palm.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again.” He shook harder, and like he’d warned, his cock spasmed, and even more cum shot from him, joining the rest of his load.
I released my hold on his throat and kissed his cheek, easing myself out of him. Rolling him over, I touched my lips to his tenderly. “How are you feeling, Boy?”
“So good. Daddy, you make me fly high.” His eyes popped open and he kissed me again. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always.” I fondled his tired balls and trailed a finger over his cock too. He let out a gasp and trembled against me. “Do you want a shower?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “I’m all sticky. I can feel your spunk in me.”
“Good,” I said, cupping his jaw. “Only I’m allowed to come in you, got it?”
His blinding smile made my belly flutter. “Yes, Daddy.”
We spent the rest of the day lounging around and watching movies on Netflix. We didn’t talk about the alcohol test, or what would happen the following day. Shane showed me the classes he chose, and even though I voiced my concerns about how many he wanted to do, I decided to let it slide. He’d cut back on some. I just had to keep an eye on him and how much pressure he put on himself during the semester.
The next morning, I got up earlier than Shane and made him breakfast. I cooked scrambled eggs and bacon and made French toast like Mom had taught me when I was in my early teens. We ate like we usually did, talking about the day ahead of us, and what Shane wanted to do before he had to head back to college. I couldn’t take a trip like I wanted because of my new job, but I promised him we’d travel during his next summer vacation.
“Let’s fix the house,” he said. “We could do it ourselves. The outside needs repainting, and I’d like to get rid of the old cupboards.” He waved at the worn kitchen counters and the wall cupboards.
I placed a kiss on his forehead. “Let’s do it.”
An hour later, we found ourselves sitting in Johnny’s office, a narrow room with white walls and a corkboard to the right. He had magazine articles pinned to the board, and I was close enough to see they were all related to climate change and the devastating fires in Australia. I never expected Johnny to be the kind of guy who believed in the science, but I was pleasantly surprised.
He sat behind his faded brown desk, his elbows resting in front of him as he stared at us through his gold-rimmed glasses. A line creased in his forehead and he looked deep in thought.
“I failed, didn’t I?” Shane whispered. We sat in thin plastic chairs in front of the desk, the kind that squeaked every time we moved.
“Yes.” Johnny’s brows swooped in disappointment. “You did.”
I squeezed the bridge of my nose and sighed. “What happens now?”
Johnny turned to me, his face twisted in apology. “You know what happens, West. He failed the test. I can either put him in an intensive community program, or he can go to jail for about the same amount of time.”
“Both of them would go on his record,” I argued gently.
“Yes, but that’s the rules. I’m sorry.”
We both glanced at Shane, who had his head dropped in his hands. His body shook as he sobbed soundlessly, and my heart broke into a million pieces. I had to do something for him because I couldn’t stand seeing him this broken. We’d worked too hard on his grief for this to happen now.
“Johnny….”
He shook his head and stood, making his way around to our side of the desk. He had a pair of faded blue jeans on today and a loose black T-shirt with AC/DC’s logo on the front. I remembered him saying he was a musician back in college, but I guess that didn’t go anywhere. “Whatever you’re about to say, West, I can’t do it.”
I stood and touched his arm, pulling him over toward the wall, farther away from Shane so he couldn’t hear us. “He made a mistake that first time he was caught. He lost his brother, his best friend, in the worst way possible. We watched Carter dwindle away to nothing and it destroyed him. He went on a bender and he fucked up, but we’re working on that. He’s seeing a counsellor now and he’s finally doing okay. He decided on his major and he’s smiling again.”