Eliot Prince
On the dance floor, that thing happens again – our bodies are drawn together magnetically. He starts moving closer and closer to me, but just as he says hello, a very young, very eager guy jumps in between us all and starts seductively grinding all over him.
Suddenly I’m furious. Robert came here with us – he can’t be doing that. Sure, I have no claim on him, but doesn’t he know how tacky that is?
So the next thing I do is reach for David and start passionately kissing him in front of everyone. I look over at Robert, who goes totally still – and then storms off.
“What was that about?” David asks, and I pretend to be clueless.
“No idea. I have to pee, though.”
But I know what I’m doing – looking for Robert. I follow his general direction and find a hallway with some bathrooms at the end of it. I pause at the door, take a deep breath, then open it to see him standing at the stall.
“You again,” he says as I walk to the stall next to him, overpowered already.
“What?”
“Were your sexploits on the dance floor not enough for you?”
“Robert,” I say, ignoring him. “Robert.”
“…Yes?”
“Look at me.”
He glances over and then gasps. I’m peering over the stall, down at his dick, and I want him to see me. I want him to see me watching him.
By the way, his dick itself is…wondrous, really. It’s reasonably long, but better than that, it’s the thickest penis I have ever seen. I haven’t bottomed many times yet, but everyone tells me girth is more important than length. If that’s true, I could have a world of fun with that thing…
“Fuck,” he breathes, and as I watch, slowly he strokes his cock a little. My pulse quickens and my face gets numb as he runs his fingers from his base, all the way to his tip, then back again. Someone could walk in at any minute but I don’t care. I want to pursue this. “I knew this would happen…” he says.
“You feel it, too?”
“I feel everything. Too much.”
“Nothing is ever too much,” I exhale, watching him. “How does it really feel for you, though? I’m overwhelmed.”
He bites his lip.
“Answer,” I say.
“It makes me feel…alive, I guess,” he says.
“Alive?”
“Yes. And nobody has made me feel alive in a long time. I just think you might make me feel a little too alive, considering the circumstances…”
“Stop,” I say. “We’re adults. It’s cool.”
“How drunk are you?” he asks, his eyes changing.
“Tipsy, but not wasted. Why?”
He stands taller. “Because I want to do things to you, and I want to make sure you’re in control of yourself first.”
My heart stops. “Things?”
“Get in the stall,” he orders, and I shiver and walk into the stall at the end of the room. This happening quickly, but somehow I trust it. When I turn around, he’s right up against me, closing the door behind him.
“Fuck,” I moan as he presses his body against me. His breath dances on my neck with the force and beauty of an August thundershower. I moan again, and Robert gasps.
“What?” I ask.
“You’re just really beautiful, Eliot.”
I toss a smile at the ceiling. “Okay, I could get used to this. Put your hands on me now.”
Finally he touches me. I’m wearing an expensive flannel, and my left nipple is exposed. He leans in, pushes the fabric away with his chin, and then does something that blows my mind: in one swift movement, he licks an entire circle around my nipple, then wraps his teeth around it and bites me.
My whole body contracts, and I fall into him.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Fuck, Robert. I want you so badly. I also think we’re going to hell.”
He ignores me. He’s just staring down at my chest like he’s baffled or confused or something.
“What is it?”
“You’re just…you’re beautiful, Eliot. And this is the strangest thing in the world…but I want you, too.”
My whole body shudders. More than anything I’ve ever craved, I want that beard on my neck, I want his big arms holding me, I want his chest hair against my own chest…
He swallows hard. “First, before I do anything, tell me something.”
“Yes? Anything.”
“Way back when…how did you see me?”
“I didn’t,” I say with a quick roll of my eyes. “No offense, but…you were kind of a nonentity. Don’t even worry about that.”
His eyes clear. “Perfect. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. And are you okay?” he asks carefully. “Are you…is this cool with you?”
“You’re cool with me,” I breathe. “I’m an adult. I can make my own choices. I barely ever knew you.”
“Fuck,” he sighs.
“What?”
He pauses. Then he seems to decide something, and his posture straightens. “We have limited time,” he says. “Should we progress?”
“Of course,” I gasp, and he smiles.
“Tell me, then. Has anyone ever fingered your prostate?”
Again, I shudder from toenail to earlobe. This man is so sexy I can’t handle it – but this is so reckless.
“What?” I ask.
“Have they?”
“No, and they’re not going to now. We’re in public, anyone could come into the stall…”
“We’re alone now. This place isn’t crowded. And I want to do a lot fucking more than that, but I figure this is a good place to start.”
“But I…but we…”
“Yes?”
“But I am…out of excuses. You’re right. I’ve never felt like this. If we don’t find some way to let off steam, I’m going to lose control at any minute.”
“Good,” he says, spitting on his thumb, and making my dick so hard I feel like it’s going to break at the seams. My pants are already mostly undone, and I pull them down lower as he peers down at me. Fuck, I can’t believe my (technical) former stepdad is about to enter me, but then again, I can. This was going to happen since the moment our eyes got stuck in one another’s – we were an inevitability.
He yanks down my jeans further with one hand, ignoring my cock, then reaches around. Our eyes lock, my body lights on fire, and then he gets closer, closer, closer…
He stops at my hole as I breathe onto his face. He inhales. And then his finger is inside me.
“Ahhh,” I sigh.
“How does it feel?”
“Give me a minute,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“Because I could literally come right now. Or…very soon. I’m tight – no sex lately – and your finger is huge.”
“Just enjoy it,” he says. “I haven’t even touched your G spot yet.”
“My what?”
“God, you’ve been dating twenty-somethings for too long...”
He moves his finger inside me, and my body is rocked by a warm, thrilling feeling that fills me and transforms me. Everything in me is focusing on that one spot, that one finger…
“Robert,” I say through gritted teeth. “I can’t handle this.”
“Why not?”
“Because. Everything combined…it’s a lot.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“Well I’m about to come. Already.”
“Damn. We’ll have to-”
But it’s too late. The sensation of his thick finger is too much, and I hear myself moan as my hole starts to contract around his finger. My body twitches, and I lean back my head and spurt all over the front of his shirt. When I regain control, I look down and smile a little.
“Wow,” he smirks. “Guess you were-”
But he’s cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
“Oh, fuck.”
He drops me backward, and I pull up my pants as it dawns on me – I just hooked up with Robert. In public.
I look around, but there’s nowhere to go. So we huddle in silence against the tile wall, panting. I can’t read his expression, but he doesn’t look happy. And he’s covered in my orgasm…
After an agonizing silence, I hold my breath and glance under the stall. Then cool relief washes over me. It’s someone in cowboy boots, meaning it’s not David.
Still, this is insane. It’s beyond insane. We can’t be doing this. It’s wrong. It’s weird.
And it is so, so sexy.
“Are you okay?” he asks after the intruder leaves.
“Yes. No. I mean…I don’t know. That was hot. Like, beyond hot. Like, the hottest thing anyone’s ever done to me – that level of hot. But…”
“But…what? You’re an adult. What’s the problem?”
I can’t think of how to put anything into words, because he has a point. We’re in control here, and we’re grown. So instead of responding, I start pulling up my pants so I can get out of there.
“What’s the deal?” he asks, but I don’t respond. Not to use gallows humor, but Robert dealt with my mother’s stubbornness for years. He should be prepared to deal with mine, too.
On the way out, I pass a group of drunk girls who are laughing and chatting as they wait for their Uber.
“Happy fucking Father’s Day!” one of them yells, and I freeze.
“Hey,” I ask, “what’d she say?”
“It’s after midnight on Sunday morning,” her friend says. “It’s officially Father’s Day, hoes! Be sure to texts your dads in the morning!”
I turn to look for Robert’s reaction as he exits the bar – but when he passes me, he is laughing so hard, he doesn’t even stop.