Daddy's Home

I hadn't spoken to Tyler - bisexual Tyler - since he'd taken my anal virginity at the middle of July. I wasn't sure what the protocol was going forward; I didn't want to be too clingy and make him think I'd grown infatuated with him, but I also didn't want to just disappear and have him think I was upset with him or anything. Sure, he'd been rougher than he should have been considering it was my first time, but he had stopped when I'd asked him to, which made up for it in my eyes. A few of the guys I'd told about the experience declared that I'd been raped, but I didn't feel that way; I'd fully consented to everything, I just wished he'd been gentler at first. The longer we went without speaking, the more I grew annoyed with him. What were the chances that he wasn't up my way, when he'd been in my area a lot during the summer?

While I silently stewed over his lack of communication, I continued my six day a week work schedule. By the end of August, I had run out of the gummies that my friend Pam had given me; I needed a new way to disconnect on Sunday nights, to wash away the stress and drama of the week. There were several dispensaries close to me, but the idea of going in made me nervous; I didn't to look like an idiot, nor did I want to have to try to explain that I was looking for something that would switch me off, but not make me feel weird the following day, and preferably something that wouldn't give me the munchies - I was trying to lose weight. Pam would have been more than happy to give me some of her stash or pick me up some when she made a run for herself, but I didn't want to be the person that relied on others to function.

I decided to start drinking again. Normally, I'd grab a bottle of Pink Moscato wine and call it a day, but the last few times I'd had wine I hadn't even gotten a buzz - the whole point was for me to be able to be carefree and silly for an evening. I wanted to go for something stronger, like my favorite peanut butter whiskey, but it was expensive and would require a chaser for me to even be able to drink it; I was trying to spend less money and cut my pop intake to one a week - with my Burger King. Luckily, I remembered that Meijer carried a pre-mixed bottle of Long Island Iced Tea that was cheap, or at least, had been the last time I'd bought it in my mid-twenties. When I checked the Meijer app, I was pleased to see that it was only $9.99, which was way better than the $19.99 bottle of peanut butter whiskey I mixed with Cherry Coke to make my signature cocktail that I lovingly referred to as a Screwy Jewy - it tasted just like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I've never had much of a tolerance for alcohol - or marijuana. A few drinks in, and I was well on my way to decompressing. As I scrolled around on my phone, I saw that Tyler was active - we weren't friends, but we were connected through Messenger. I knew that I should stick to my guns and ignore him, but I was missing him, or at least the weight of him on top of me and the feeling of his mouth on my cock. I didn't want to be messy, so I shot him a casual, Did you die? message. I waited for a response, but one didn't come until after I'd fallen asleep, and it was a simple Been down state. I was slightly disappointed in his dry response, but I also understood that he had a life downstate - a girlfriend and a baby - I was nothing more than an elicit treat he allowed himself once in a while. I doubted that he even thought about me or gay things in his everyday life.

Me reaching out led to more messaging over the following weeks, but the couple of times that he was in my area, I was working. I wasn't sure why he asked me if I was working when he knew that I went it at three and was only off on Mondays. Still, it was nice to know that he still wanted me, even if my job did cockblock us. I didn't really want to let him fuck me again, not after how painful it had been last time, but I was open to having him lay on me and then exchanging head like we usually did.

One Monday afternoon in late September, I had just woken up when I got a message from Tyler. I was not excited to be awake - I'd been up until six AM drinking and had woken up the first time around eleven AM to pee and chug some water; as it was, it was almost three PM and I knew that I was probably up for the day anyway. I was even less excited about the fact that the temperature had decided to climb again; I was back to slowly baking alive in my apartment. Still, the idea of Tyler coming over got me horny enough that I forgot all about my exhaustion.

You up ?

Barely. I was up til 6 AM drinking.

Oh damn

Yeah. just laying here naked. Playing with myself a little.

I'm about to go thru Pinny

Oh? Are you trying to come get naked?

Gotta be quick kind of

Oh?

Bout to be in pinny in 5

Okay lol

I hopped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and apply some deodorant. Normally, I'd have taken a shower, but time was ticking and I knew that I'd just showered the night before - it wasn't hot enough that I was drenched in sweat, just mildly uncomfortable. Normally I'd put a robe or something on, but I decided that the man had been inside of me - seeing me naked wasn't going to be weird - so I left my clothes off.

When Tyler knocked softly at my door, I put the can of air freshener I'd been spraying down and opened the door. He was wearing his usual tank top and shorts, grinning. "Hi," I said, ushering him in.

"How ya been?" he asked, his voice deep and masculine - one of my biggest turn ons.

"Eh, I've been okay, you?"

"I've been okay."

Tyler kicked his shoes off before following me into the bedroom. I immediately climbed into bed - leaving the lights on - as he stood at the foot of the bed and stripped. "I didn't expect you to answer the door like that," he said as he pulled his tank over his head.

"What? Naked?" I asked innocently, my eyes flying to his naked, muscular chest.

"Yeah." He smirked at me as he pulled his shorts down, exposing his rock-hard cock.

"I love that you're already hard for me." I admired his naked physique as he climbed onto the right side of the bed and moved closer to me.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I wrapped my leg around him, and he rolled on top of me, burying his bearded face in my neck. I sighed contentedly as I embraced him tightly. I wasn't sure what it was about Tyler that made me love to hold him naked, but it had become the opening act of our routine. As I reveled in his body heat and the weight of him on top of me, I forgot all about the stress and anxiety that constantly plagued me; all that mattered in that moment was him, us.

After several seconds, Tyler pulled back to look at me before shifting so that his hard cock was pressing into my thigh. "Mmm, Daddy," I moaned before I could think better of it. Tyler said nothing, just continued to dig his erection into me. "Do you like it when I call you Daddy?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah," he replied, starting to grind into me. He was horny - nothing mattered to him except cumming.

"Fuck, Daddy," I panted, losing the last of my inhibitions. I had missed him, had missed what he did to me. I wasn't sure why I enjoyed myself more - sexually - with Tyler than I did with most of the other guys I was intimate with, but when he was with me, it was like a drug: it made me heady and I wanted more.

Tyler moved up so that he was hovering above me, his cock perfectly aligned with my mouth. I opened wide to receive it, sucking as he flexed his hips a few times before pulling out. "You miss this dick?" he asked, his voice heavy with lust.

"Yeah, Daddy," I answered, flicking my tongue out to lick the tip of his dick. Instead of putting his cock back in my mouth, Tyler moved down and took me into his mouth. "Fuck, Daddy."

I wasn't sure if it was the long absence from him, the fact that I had barely slept. or the mass amounts - for me - of alcohol I'd consumed less than twelve hours previously, but as Tyler sucked me, I found myself moaning, whimpering as I put my legs on his shoulders and coiled my fingers through his reddish blond hair. He was one of the only guys that could make me cum within a few minutes; usually no matter how good the head was, I lasted at least five minutes, though ten to fifteen seemed to be my standard.

Amidst my passionate cries, I felt myself getting close. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" I cried, burying my fingers in his hair deeper as I bucked, riding the wave.

The aftershocks hadn't fully left my body before Tyler was once again above me, pushing his cock into my mouth. I didn't have to do much but lay there; he grabbed the bars of my headboard and fucked my mouth, starting slow and then moving fast and relentlessly.

I felt him pull out of my mouth and opened my eyes, looking at him quizzically. I knew that he hadn't cum - I hadn't tasted it, nor had he made the telltale groan that announced his orgasm. Tyler lay back on the pillow and glanced over at me. "Get down there and suck it," he commanded, brooking no argument.

I scrambled to get down there before taking his cock in my hand and starting to suck it again. While I sucked, I moved my hand up and down the shaft, taking it easy, since it had been a while since I'd sucked dick. I knew that I was dehydrated from the alcohol, and the last thing I wanted to do was take him too deeply and puke. Tyler reached down and pulled my hand away, making it clear that he wanted me to take the training wheels off - so to speak. I acquiesced, taking him deeper, into my throat - even though it hurt.

It took about a minute before Tyler groaned, "I'm about to cum." I started moving faster, sucking harder until I felt his warm load shoot onto my tongue. I swallowed it as I removed his dick from my mouth and looked up at him for praise. Tyler was making a disgusted face. "What?" I asked, hoping one of the cats hadn't decided to take a diabolical shit in one of the litter boxes.

"I don't know how you can do that," he said, face still scrunched up in disgust.

"What? Swallow?"

"Yeah."

I sighed with relief. Okay, it wasn't something disgusting. "I like it. It usually tastes good. Once in a while I get a bad load, but if you make sure the guy finishes in the back of your mouth, you can just swallow it and you don't really taste it."

I fell back against my pillow, unsure of what to say or do; Tyler made no move to get up. I wanted to cuddle, to feel his big, strong arms around me, but I was embarrassed to ask him; he'd cum, so any gay inclinations had probably already left his mind, plus he'd said we needed to hurry.

After about forty-five seconds of quietly lying next to each other, Tyler got up and started getting dressed. I didn't want him to leave so soon, but I understood that he had a two-hour drive ahead of him, and a family waiting at home. No matter how much I enjoyed our clandestine liaisons, he was never going to choose me. Tyler wasn't someone who could live an openly gay life; I was a little indulgence he allowed himself a few times a year, nothing more. I didn't love him, but I did enjoy the brief moments when we could just touch each other and bask in the pleasure.

I was burying my disappointment when Tyler suddenly gasped and started. "Fuck! That scared the shit out of me!" he said, looking down at the floor. I scooted closer to his side of the bed and saw my Jonathan Bailey pillow on the floor. It had been on the bed when I'd put on the new sheets the night before, but I must have knocked it off the bed in the middle of the night.

"I looked down and there was a face looking at me!" Tyler laughed, pulling his shirt on.

"That's the guy who lives under my bed; didn't I mention him?" I teased as I stood up to walk him out.

"I'll be in touch," Tyler said as he opened the door and disappeared into the blinding sunlight. Before I'd let him fuck me, he had always hugged me when he left; was this our new normal: intense sex stuff and then an awkward goodbye? Something told me it would be a while before I heard from Tyler again. Maybe having sex had made it feel more like cheating to him? He hadn't even tried to initiate sex this time, which was okay by me, but still, I couldn't help but wonder if sex was what was inevitably going to put an end to our passionate encounters.

I have not heard from Tyler since that day, which isn't completely out of the ordinary. Now that it's fall, I'm sure he has less jobs up my way, but I still feel that sex has changed things between us. He was more open during our hookup, but afterward he hadn't even looked me in the eye once he'd gotten his clothes back on. Was he ashamed of himself for cheating on his girlfriend? Was he ashamed of his homosexual appetite? Why did I find myself more relaxed when sharing my bed with him? Why did I enjoy sex so much more when a straight guy was involved? I'll probably never get answers to those questions, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter. Although I don't like the idea of helping Tyler cheat on his girlfriend, I know that as long as I'm single and he's willing, I won't be able to resist.

I've looked up - or stalked - Tyler's girlfriend on Facebook a few times. I know that I shouldn't torture myself; making her more real will do nothing to assuage my guilt, especially seeing the pictures of Tyler and their son. I try not to delve too deeply, to fall down that rabbit hole, but I can admit that she's very pretty. I wonder how she'd react if she found out the truth, that her boyfriend, and the father of their child, hooked up with a gay guy downstate while he was working. I would never want to break them up or take Tyler away from his son; once the hormones wane, I promise myself that I'll stop meeting with him, but I find myself unable to resist temptation. I've tried asking Tyler if his girlfriend puts out, but he dodges answering or leaves me on read. If she was depriving him of sex,, I could at least justify our affair as taking care of the needs that she should be taken care of, but it's clear that Tyler doesn't want to talk about his life with her.

If I am ever fortunate enough to find myself in a relationship - which at this point in my life seems about as likely as gas prices going down - I will not allow myself to be seduced by Tyler; I will be strong enough - and loyal enough - to be faithful to my partner. Unlike with Santiago, I know that Tyler would understand and not try to guilt me or threaten violence. Despite his unfaithfulness, at heart, I believe that Tyler is a good guy. It's a shame that things aren't different; maybe in another universe Tyler and I got together and have some semblance of a happy life together.