Bryan
“Damn it. You’re making me crazy.” Burying my head deeper under the pillow, I couldn’t stop myself from pushing my hips forward. The friction wasn’t enough to get me off, and I was tired of his teasing.
Every time I’d woken up last night, his hand had been on my special place and I was hard.
Throbbing hard.
Every time.
Mad pinched me and laughed when I jumped. With the diaper on, it hadn’t hurt, but the sensation was amazing and precum was leaking out into the diaper. “How do you talk to Daddy?”
I moaned as his fingers started caressing me again. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“It sounds like my boy is feeling naughty today.” Daddy’s voice was rough and I could feel how hard he was against my bottom. It was obvious that he liked me being naughty, but I guessed that wasn’t the way I was going to get to come.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be good.”
“No, I think I need to remind you how a good boy acts.”
Damnit.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good boy.” The words were husky and low. I expected him to move his hand away from my special place. Instead, he kept moving his fingers over the front of my diaper and rubbing his cock against my bottom. I wasn’t going to get to come, but it seemed like he was.
I loved it.
“Daddy.” It came out breathy and almost a whine but I couldn’t help it.
“Lay still for me, Baby. Just because you’ve been naughty doesn’t mean that I’m going to be punished.” His hips thrust faster against me. Lying there while he was getting off was making me crazy.
“Let me…Daddy…can I…” I took a stuttering breath and tried again. I knew I wouldn’t get it this morning if I couldn’t ask for it. “Can I give you special kisses?”
There was always a rush of naughty pleasure when I had to ask him something like that. The baby talk that he knew I loved, but didn’t always want to admit. I was too needy to let my nerves get in the way.
His hand tightened on me and his hips lost their rhythm for a moment. “You’re not going to get to come. Even if you’re very good to Daddy.”
“I know. I was naughty.” Starting the day cursing at him was never a good plan. If he was in the mood to play, it would give him too many ideas about punishing me. “I’m sorry.”
“All right, Baby.” He loosened his arms and rolled back to stretch out on the bed.
Pushing the covers down, I turned over and ignored my own hard body as I focused on his. In the past, I would have worried how I looked, in just my diaper and shirt, but it didn’t occur to me anymore. Daddy loved me no matter what I was wearing or what we were doing.
Reaching out, I let my hands wander up his legs. His cock was long and hard, arching up against his stomach. Easing his legs apart, I lay down between them and started kissing his thighs, alternating between them. By the time I reached his groin, he was breathing hard and his hands were wrapped around the covers.
I licked his balls and used my tongue to tease and caress. I could have stayed like that all day, but the little grunts he was making let me know I wasn’t going to have that much time. Tracing the underside of his cock, I flicked the head and started kissing my way down again.
He let me sprinkle kisses around his cock, but when I worked my way back up his hard length, his hands came up to my head. Threading his fingers through my hair, he growled low and firm. “No more teasing.”
I was smart enough not to let him see my grin, but he knew. I loved it when he went all dommy on me. I could almost hear the punishments and fabulous threats that were going through his head. Before he said anything else, I swallowed him down in one smooth motion.
He grunted and cursed as I sucked and let his cock slide down my throat. Swallowing around him, I waited as long as I could before I pulled back. I loved tasting him. I loved the sensation of him in my mouth and knowing that he was mine. I also loved how asking to do it for him made me squirm.
Mad loved seeing me on my knees for him and knowing I wasn’t going to get to come.
Well, we both liked that part.
I brought one hand up and started rolling his balls between my fingers. Gentle, careful not to be too rough, I pushed his need even higher. Mad’s breathing was labored and his fingers tightened against my head. He wanted to take over and thrust his cock into my mouth, but he was holding back for me.
It made me double my efforts to please him. Hollowing out my cheeks as I came off him and then taking him deep in my throat, I listened as he got right to the edge. Moaning out my name, his cock jerked, and he exploded in my mouth.
Swallowing down his cum, I kept the pleasure coursing through his body until he was completely spent. Kneeling between his legs, I was hard and aching in my diaper, but his cock was soft and spent. He was beautiful.
“Come here, B.” He pulled me down and rolled us over so I was pressed against his chest, our legs tangled up together. “Thank you, Baby.”
Blushing, I ignored the pleased, satisfied look on his face. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He let me get away with it, but his knowing expression made me squirm.
I wanted to curl into him and go back to sleep, but my erection and the pressing need to use the bathroom wouldn’t let me. Daddy felt me squirming, even though I tried hard to stay still. He pulled me even tighter and his hands went down to rub my back.
I wasn’t trying to hide my need from him, so I don’t know why I was trying not to squirm. Maybe it was because it felt so good to be right there with him and I wasn’t ready for it to be over, or maybe it was just a habit. I loved the way he took care of me and the way he understood what I needed. He was the best Daddy I could have ever dreamed of.
We lay close and cuddled as I enjoyed the full feeling and being wrapped in his arms. Being able to come would have been even better, but I wasn’t going to push my luck. I waited as long as I could. I didn’t want to leave the bed or his arms—but eventually, nature won.
After he’d cleaned me up, and we’d gotten ready for the day, we went downstairs. Mom was already up, baking and making a mess in the kitchen. Pots and pans were everywhere and ingredients scattered all over the room.
It was more like a three-ring circus than the Thanksgiving I was used to.
What happened to the quiet lunch we usually had?
With Jennie still gone, I guess I thought Mom would keep things casual, but having Jeremy and Kevin there seemed to have blown that plan out of the water. I wasn’t sure if she was just excited or if she wanted to prove that someone in the family was safe in the kitchen, but she was going all out.
Asking if I could help was the wrong thing to do.
“No, remember the toaster and heaven forbid the peeler incident! No, you hang out with your friends.” Her voice rose as she started recounting the numerous disasters I’d had in the kitchen. Maddox tried not to laugh but his cough sounded suspiciously gleeful.
When he got himself under control he tried to speak up. “I can help if you—”
“No, no. I have everything under control.” She sounded confident, but the mess told a different story.
We were ushered out of the kitchen though and didn’t put up too much of a fuss. I wasn’t going to push my way into helping now because if this year was anything like the last couple, then the dirty dishes would have my name on them after dinner. Helping before and after dinner seemed like punishment, not just doing my fair share.
I was just hoping that I’d be able to drag the other guys into helping, but I wasn’t sure if that would work in the mood she was in. Mad was family as far as she was concerned, but Jeremy and Kevin were visitors so she might not let them help. I just couldn’t imagine washing that pile by myself. I’d be there all night.
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“That was delicious. Thank you.” Jeremy leaned back in his chair and tried not to groan.
We were all having that problem. The food was amazing and there had been so much that we’d gone a little overboard. “Mom, that was great. I think this turkey was even better than last year’s.”
Mom smiled wide, clearly delighted that everyone was so happy with the food. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’m going to have to remember what I did this year because it turned out so well. Oh, and Mr. Haslet’s recipe for stuffing was very good.”
“Everything was wonderful.” Kevin grinned eyeing another roll.
“I think we should wait a while before we cut into the cheesecake. You boys look like you might pop.” Laughing, she shook her head. “Help me get the food in the fridge, then you can relax for a while. Jennie should be calling in about an hour, Bryan.”
“Okay.”
Everyone stood up and started carrying the food back into the kitchen, and with the extra hands it went a lot faster than I expected. The fact that we’d consumed most of the food probably helped. She’d made a mountain of it, but we were down to a few servings of leftovers and that was about it.
As the last of the turkey went into the fridge, Mom shook her head. “I’m not sure there’s enough here for lunch tomorrow.”
“Because it was fabulous.” Mad eyed the cheesecake before Mom closed the door.
“Don’t even look at that dessert yet. You’re going to pop if you don’t wait for a few minutes.” She shook her finger at Mad. “You boys go in and watch your zombies. I’m going to take a nap.”
She left the kitchen mumbling about everyone staying up too late and something about circus sex I tried to tune out. We hadn’t been loud last night, so I could only assume it was Jeremy and Kevin. They both looked slightly guilty. I was just glad it wasn’t me and Maddox.
We’d had enough awkward situations with my mother. I didn’t need any more.
“Do you think we owe her flowers or something?” Kevin seemed serious, but Jeremy laughed.
“I don’t think they make sorry-we-had-loud-sex-in-your-house bouquets.” Jeremy shook his head. “Behaving ourselves tonight is probably the best apology we could come up with.”
Mad was nearly doubled over laughing. I was just watching as they debated the best way to make it up to my mother. Horrified was a good description of how I was feeling. Sure, I was glad it wasn’t me, but the whole thing was crazy.
“No flowers or warped Hallmark cards. Just don’t be loud tonight and it will be fine.” Flopping back on the couch, I yawned.
“Does Hallmark make cards like that? I don’t think I’ve seen one in the store.” Kevin wasn’t going to let go of the idea. He was like a dog with a bone, and I could see his mind racing around it.
“It’s probably online somewhere but actually having it in a store, no.” Mad sat down by me, thoroughly entertained by the conversation. “You could make a whole line of inappropriate Thank you and I’m sorry cards.”
“I’m sorry for using your toothbrush even though I was just a one-night stand.”
“I’m sorry for keeping you up with loud circus-sex.”
“I’m sorry for not remembering your name in the middle of sex.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t help clean up from the party we accidentally threw at your house.”
“Thank you for not kicking me out last night when I called out your ex’s name instead.”
We were all tossing out ideas but the last one was awful. “That’s terrible.” Snuggling down into Mad’s arms, I laughed. “Your brain, man.”
Kevin beamed. “Thank you. I try.”
“There has to be a market for these. Jeremy, as our resident business expert, what do you say?” Mad laughed at Jeremy’s frustrated expression.
“I’m not sure we need to be famous for starting a national craze.” He looked over at Kevin. “Do you think being on all the morning talk shows is a good idea?”
Nearly hysterical, Kevin couldn’t seem to decide what to vote for. “But they’d go crazy. It would almost be worth it.”
“No. We’re not going to become famous.” Jeremy shook his head then gestured to the TV. “Zombies or a movie?”
“Movie.” Curled up with Mad, I knew the chance of me making it through a whole episode without falling asleep was slim. I wanted to see the show. But most of the movies they would pick I wouldn’t mind sleeping through, so that seemed like the better choice.
That started a debate about which genre and went round and round with choices. Listening to them go over options, it made me glad we didn’t have that many choices at school. If they did this every Sunday night, I would have gone crazy.
Yawning again, I was out before they narrowed it down between a comedy or another sci-fi movie.