Page 6 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

He scrambled to obey without a word, returning quickly with both.

I took the lube from him. “Put the condom on me.” As he did, I squeezed the lube on my fingers. “Spread your legs. Here. In front of me. More.” I had him facing me with legs spread pretty wide. I reached underneath his balls and stuck my lubed finger up his ass. Then added a second one and gave him some stretches, but I was too turned on to do much more than that, and we’d fucked last night, so he could take it. I needed my dick inside that ass fast. “Turn around.”

When he turned, I grabbed his waist and pulled him to me. It took a little finagling, but before long, my cock was inside, and he was sitting on my lap. “Ride me, boy.”

He bounced up and down, working that energy out and mewling softly as he did. But I wanted to see what my hands left on his ass. I held him securely as I flipped him around, his knees on the mattress. Now I could see his tight ass, all pinked up. I practically growled as I watched my dick tunneling in and out between his cheeks. “Fuck, Matty. This is your punishment for not settling when I told you to.”

He squeaked.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy.” Then I fucked him hard and fast, chasing my orgasm until I came hard. Since it was a punishment, I was going to make him take care of his own orgasm. When I finished, I pulled out and disposed of the condom. Matty hadn’t moved. “Good boy.”

I dropped to my back on the bed and moved him around until he was kneeling over my stomach. His cock was hard, pointing out. I handed him the lube. “Make yourself come.”

He squirted some in his hand, then rubbed his cockhead. He stroked and moaned, and while he worked it, I stuck my fingers in his hole again, searching for his prostate. I’d taken what I wanted, but now it was time to give a little back. When I tagged it, Matty grunted and came hard, shooting all over my stomach and chest. When he finished, he practically collapsed on the bed beside me.

“Poor boy.” I kissed his forehead, then his nose, then lips. “I’ve got you, Matty.” I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself, then brought a warm cloth back to take care of him.

His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t quite asleep. I tucked my boy in bed, pulling the sheet and blanket over his shoulders. “Night, Matty.”

“Mmm…”

He was so adorable. I wanted him in my life more. I wanted him to be my boyfriend. While I didn’t think he was fucking around with anyone else at the moment, I also knew he worked in a strip club. He probably had offers—No. Scratch that, he definitely had offers all the time. Why would he want to be with me? A grumpy, demanding daddy.

The next day, we were all on a plane back to Vegas. Well, Star Fly was. Bramble Punk and Midnight Hunt had a tour to finish. And with luck, we could cut an album soon. We worked out a lot of details in Chicago before the concert, but now Donny had to take that back for the changes. It was hard for me to reconcile the two images I had of the man. When we were all together talking about recording and promoting, he was a slick lawyer. But then in the hallway, playing with Kay and Matty on those overgrown tricycle things, he was all little, not unlike my baby-boy.

It’d been fun watching them, and everyone else, jump in. Even Finn took a turn racing up and down the hall, the lunatic.

Arriving in Vegas late that night, I stared at the Strip, lit up like a continuous Fourth of July fireworks display. It was a great view, and I was able to pick out a lot of the landmarks, including the new Sphere. How fun would it be to play there? I couldn’t even imagine it.

Matty leaned over me. “Wow, Daddy. What a view.” He gave a low whistle.

“It is but sit back now. We’re stopping.”

It took longer than I would have liked to get off the plane and down to the short-term parking garage where we’d left a couple of vehicles. Thankfully, none of us checked bags, and soon enough, we were on the road. Matty and Gonzo rode with me in my truck, while Finn and Tank took Finn’s beat-up Toyota. I dropped Gonzo off first. “Matty, do you have to work tomorrow?”

“No. I took tomorrow off, too. I didn’t know how tired I would be.”

“Want to, uh…my place?”

“Yes, Daddy.” He turned his face up to me, and I kissed him sweetly before putting the truck in gear. A quiet night at home with Matty sounded great, and it would probably be a long time before we got that again. Maybe Matty suspected the same, because a heavy lull covered the evening.

Things got back to normal pretty quickly, though. It would be a while before we actually made it to Miami and bills still had to be paid. I did handyman jobs on the side to make ends meet. Too bad I didn’t have my old man’s mechanic skills, since that would have paid better. Getting busy arranging some work was a high priority. I also had to call around to some clubs. We loved playing the dives, but they didn’t pay much. And Club Black Ace, our favorite, only paid in drinks. To be fair, we took advantage of that. I was hoping we could score some better pay, now that we had interest from Midnight Hunt, and I was not above name-dropping.

Three hours later, I had a gig. Better than Black Ace, but not Caesars Palace for sure. I chuckled to myself. It was nowhere near that level. But it was a start. Maybe when…

I couldn’t focus on the future when rent was due. I texted the guys in our group chat.

Several texts came back quickly.

I couldn’t wait. It was a Thursday, so I expected less of a crowd, but the pay was premium for this level. I wanted us to do well enough to get asked back. So, we were actually going to have to practice.

Oddly, there was silence in the chat.

They might have been reluctant, but they would do it. They knew what was at stake and they wanted it. Hell, none of us came from much, and we knew if we wanted something, we had to grab it.