Page 22 of Awakening His Daddy (The Lactin Brotherhood #17)

Chapter 22

Joe

I can’t believe how amazing that felt. The tight heat of his hole was better than anything I’ve ever felt, and when it was done, I don’t know what came over me, but the sight of his gaping hole dripping my cum… It was too much for me to resist, and I had to taste it. Then I couldn’t pull my tongue out of his hole. I ate his ass like I was a starving man, and maybe that was true. I’d never eaten ass before, and it was an awakening.

I thought I loved sucking his dick, and I do, but he better get ready cause his ass is mine now, and I’m going to take advantage of that fact.

I remove my fingers from his wet, loose hole and lick them clean.

“Daddy, you’re so filthy.” He looks so good with his head in the couch and his gorgeous butt in the air.

God, I want to fuck it again already, but my dick isn’t ready, and it looks like my boy could use a break too.

“I’m going to go get something to clean you off with.”

“M’kay.”

When I get to the bathroom, I take a few minutes to wipe off my dick and clean my beard. Cum in the beard is hard to get out.

I snort a laugh at that thought.

If someone would have told me a week ago that I’d have cum in my beard, I would have punched them in the throat. Now I’d probably tell them I’m saving it for later.

Taking a warm washcloth out to Izzy, I find exactly where I left him, bottoms up over the couch. I smile when I see my handprints on his pale smooth cheeks, my beard burn on the backs of this smooth thighs, and my cum leaking out of his hole.

I want to dive back in, but I resist and gently clean his poor, abused rim.

“God, your butt is sexy.”

He giggles, and I help him stand up before snuggling into the couch with him.

My nipples have been leaking like they normally do during sex, but because of his feedings, I barely even noticed.

I take off my shirt and pads. “Come on, baby, time to help Daddy.”

He smiles and takes me into his mouth, but before he starts drinking, he asks, “Tell me about the Lactin Brotherhood.”

“It’s a secret,” I tease.

“You don’t have to tell me any names. I just want to know how many are members. What do you do at meetings? How did you join?” He latches on now and makes his normal greedy swallowing noises.

“Well, I never would have joined, but when Leo found out about my problem a few years ago, the nosy brat, he signed me up. I don’t attend a lot of events, but the gatherings are rather small. I’m mostly just in the chats online.”

“Why did you go to the club then?” He switches sides.

“Leo tricked me.” Izzy laughs. “He told me he was drunk and needed a ride home. When I got there, he was gone. Apparently, he found some lumberjack and took him home. I ended up meeting with a few other members, and I didn’t believe them when they said boys like suckling.”

“Then you saw me?”

“I did.”

“Are you glad I came over to say hello?”

“Very glad.”

“Me too.” He nods and yawns.

“You want to take a nap with me?” I ask.

“That sounds great. Are you okay?”

I take a minute to check, and I feel empty. “I’m good.” I help him off my lap and stand. “Come on.”

Once we get all snuggled in, I sigh in relief.

This is perfect. This is what I want, and I’m not giving him up. It’s my time now.

Izzy’s breaths even out, and I think he might have fallen asleep, but he says, “Leo will be here soon.”

“I know.” And he’ll burst our little bubble of sex and snuggling.

“And we’ll have to tell him.”

“I know.”

“Cause he’ll know right away.”

“Especially if we’re sleeping in the same room.”

“Or you keep sucking my dick every chance you get,” he teases.

“I can stop?—”

“No! I like it. But not while Leo is here. Yucky.”

“I’ll just have to keep it to the room.”

“Yes. That sounds good.” He snuggles deeper into my chest. “Now we just have to figure out how to tell him.”

“Like you said. He’ll just know.”

Winter comes into the bedroom now and curls up next to Izzy. She nuzzles his chin and purrs loudly. And soon we’re both asleep.

The pile of presents has grown steadily over the last few days. I’ve ordered some things, but Leo’s gone nuts. There are presents for Izzy, who has to shake every one, presents for me, and presents for Winter.

Today a box arrives that says “Open on Christmas Eve.”

Izzy shakes it, and it jingles.

“It sounds like another cat present. Spoiled princess.” Izzy picks her up and nuzzles her in his arms. “You have more presents than I do.”

“ Merrow .”

“Yes, you do, my pretty girl.”

“You both have more than me.” I pretend to pout, and Izzy kisses me.

“How about we go watch whatever movie you want?—”

“Really?” I ask, surprised he’s willing to let me pick this close to Christmas.

“And if you pick a Christmas movie, I’ll warm your cock.”

“What does that mean?” It sounds good, but I better be sure before I say yes.

“Well, I can just hold your dick in mouth.” He walks close to me and grabs it, “or I can sit on it and keep it warm in my ass.”

“But how do I hold still with your tight hole squeezing me like a vise?”

“I’ll keep you still,” he whispers into my ear, and I shiver.

“Let’s do that.”

“But—”

“Christmas movie, yeah, yeah. You pick one while I stretch you.”

“No. You open me up too good, and while I love you playing in my ass, I love the burn.”

“Slut,” I praise.

He pulls his pajama pants down and bends over the coffee table. The move puts his butt level with my face.

God, it’s a beautiful butt. I want to bite it, and then I realize nothing is stopping me, so I do.

“Ouch, Daddy, that hurt.” He looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Do it again.”

I bite his other cheek and watch as he quickly preps himself, then he squirts lube on my dick and sits down on it reverse-cowgirl style. I start to thrust up into him immediately, but he stills.

“Remember, dick warming not moving.”

I throw my head back against the couch and whine. “But it feels so good.”

“Watch your movie and just enjoy.” He leans back and rests against my chest, and I cover him with his favorite movie-watching blanket.

To my utter delight, he picks a movie that’s kind of like the one where the kid was home alone. Only Santa is the kid, and he kicks ass with a sledgehammer. It’s wonderfully violent.

Izzy lied about staying still. He wiggles often, and he’s edging me to oblivion. I have had all the torture I can handle, and I’m about to demand he ride me?—

When the front door opens.

“What up, bitches,” Leo yells as he comes into the kitchen, and thankfully, he can’t see us yet. Izzy pulls of me so fast that I want to cry out with the loss of his warm tight hole, but Leo’s here. “I brought you both something, and something for me?—”

I shove my dick in and pull my shirt down just in time for Leo to walk around the corner.

He narrows his eyes at us. “What’s happening here?”

“We’re watching Christmas movies without you,” I say.

“No, you both look guilty.”

“Not guilty, we’re surprised and happy to see you,” Izzy adds.

“Then where’s my hug?”

“I was just?—”

“He was falling asleep, and you woke him up.”

Leo’s not buying it for one second, but then a red-headed lumberjack comes into the room.

“Holy shit! Did you bring someone for Christmas?” Izzy gasps and runs over to the newcomer. “Damn, he is hot.” Izzy circles him. “Hi, I’m Izzy.”

I growl but hopefully cover it with my cough.

Izzy grins at me, and he’s going to get a spanking tonight. Flirting with other guys while I’m right here is bad behavior.

“Alright, back off and find your own lumberjack.”

“I don’t want a lumberjack, I want Daddy.”

Lumberjack laughs and shakes Izzy’s hand.

“Nice to meet you, Izzy. My name is Whit, and I’m not actually a lumberjack, but the look makes all the boys’...” He pauses and shoots me a look.

“Panties drop?” Izzy finishes, and Leo hisses.

“Hey, just my panties now.”

Whit grins at him like a besotted fool. “Just your?—”

“Oh god.” I stand from the couch and shake Whit’s hand. “I’m Joe, Leo’s dad .” I hope emphasizing that point will stop the panty talk.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“He’s got manners.” Izzy nudges Leo. “Unlike you.”

Leo pushes Izzy, and I catch him.

“Fuck off, I have man— Why are you still holding onto him?”

Whoops. I wrapped my arms around Izzy and didn’t even think twice about it.

“You pushed him.” I try and let go.

“It was a light push,” Leo grumps.

“I’m still injured.” Izzy pouts and holds up his cast.

“Oh man, that sucks. Can I sign your cast?” Whit asks.

Izzy looks surprised, like he’d never even thought about it. “Sure, you can, but not him. He’d draw dicks on it.”

Leo cackles. “You know me too well.”

I move to hug Leo. “I’m glad you made it here early.”

“He would have been earlier, but he insisted on stopping to pick me up,” Whit tells us, and I blink at Leo in surprise. He has never, not once, brought someone home for anything other than sex, and then they’re gone. Never to be seen or heard from again.

“Oh my god! This is so exciting. Leo’s never brought a guy home, ever,” Izzy tells Whit. “He’s more of a hit?—”

“Izzy,” I warn, and he stops talking.

“Hey, where’s my pretty niece? I really want to squeeze her fluffy cheeks.”

“Oh, she’s around somewhere. She gets nervous whenever the doorbell rings.”

“Which it has been doing a lot of recently because someone is ordering too much stuff,” I accuse.

“I will not apologize for spending my money on my family.” He pats Whit’s tummy. “I only got you a few things.”

“Aww, you didn’t need to get me anything.”

“A few are for me,” Leo purrs, and Whit blushes.

“Leo, why don’t you go put your stuff in your room and I’ll make up the couch for Whit.”

Leo gives me a confused look and then laughs. “Good one, Dad.” I smile. “Although where is Izzy going to sleep now? I’m sure he doesn’t want to hear me and Whit?—”

“For the love of god, do not finish that sentence,” I beg, and Leo laughs again.

“Come on and catch me up?” Izzy asks excitedly, and the two run off, leaving me and Whit standing around.

“Want a beer?” I ask.

“Sure.”

Whit follows me into the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I could make you something.”

“No, we stopped on the way up.”

“So, if you’re not really a lumberjack, what do you do?”

“I’m an investment banker, and I spend most days in suits, which I hate, so I like to be comfortable. I’m not really trying to get all the boys. That’s not my style.”

“I’m not judging.”

He follows me back into the living room, pops his beer, and sits down in the armchair.

We sit in silence for a moment, watching the brutal movie.

“What is this?”

I take a sip of my beer. “Izzy insists on watching only Christmas movies. I’m not sure where he found this one, but Santa’s tearing these thieves up.”

“They’re trying to rob Santa?”

“I don’t think that’s it.” I’m not sure, because Izzy was wiggling on my dick. “I think it’s someone’s house and they’re trapped or something.”

Santa gets more and more violent as the movie goes on. Whit and I are laughing so hard I barely hear Leo screech, “You what !”

“Oh hell,” I grumble and put my beer down.

“There is no way you are fucking my best friend.”

Leo comes storming down the hall, dragging Izzy with him. Izzy looks ashamed and scared.

As soon as they get close, I take Izzy from Leo and into my arms. Leo gasps.

“Seriously? He’s the same age as me and has practically been your son?—”

“I’ve never thought of him as a son. He was your best friend, and I liked having him around because he’s a good influence?—”

“Urgh, god!” Leo throws up his arms.

“He’s a good influence on you and he made you happy.”

“Now I can make you both happy,” Izzy chimes in and then realizes how that sounds. “I didn’t mean in like that, well, not for you, but for Daddy.”

“You’re making it worse, baby.” I kiss the top of his head, and he nods.

“I’ll shut up now.”

“How long has this been going on?”

“It just started this week,” I answer.

“So you’ve what? Been trapped together and couldn’t wait to have sex for a week, so you turned to each other?”

“It’s not like that,” I reason.

“Yeah, you know I haven’t had sex in like four months,” Izzy adds.

“Don’t talk about sex,” Leo grumbles and rubs his temple. “He’s my dad and it’s weird.” Now he’s getting mean. “He’s like fifty.”

“Forty-four,” I defend.

“I just turned forty,” Whit adds helpfully.

“Whose side are you on?” Leo snaps.

“No one’s.” He backs off.

“Izzy is hurt. You can’t take advantage of him in his vulnerable state. He wants a Daddy and you’ve been playing along. Giving him false hope.”

“It’s not false,” Izzy shouts. “He’s my Daddy and he takes care of me, and I take care of him.”

“How are you taking care of him with one hand?”

Izzy blushes now. “I didn’t mean sexually.”

“But you are having sex?”

“It didn’t start out as sex, but helping him with his—” Izzy shuts his mouth.

“You told him?” Leo hisses and turns to me. “The one secret that you made me promise never to tell anyone and you told him. You didn’t even tell me. I had to walk in on you to even know.”

“We were trapped in the house, and I didn’t have time to go home before I rushed to the hospital. And no, I didn’t tell him, he noticed.”

“And then you started fucking. You’re straight, you don’t just go gay.”

“Don’t try to label my sexuality when you don’t know what I’m feeling or thinking.”

“And when you’re tired of him, then what? I need to decide between the two of you.”

“I won’t—” I’m not going to blow up, I’m not going to yell at my only son.

“I just can’t believe that you went and did this without asking me or even telling me. How could you be so fucking selfish?”

“Selfish?” Alright, I am going to yell at my only son. “I gave my whole life to you and your mother. I’ve never once had anything for myself, and now when I find someone that makes me happy, you call me selfish.”

“You—” Leo interrupts.

“No,” I snap and cut him off. “Do you know how much overtime I worked to pay for your school and child support to your mother? Everything I’ve ever done since I was eighteen was for someone else. Now it’s my turn to be selfish, and I want Izzy.”

“It’s—” he tries again.

“If you take the time to calm down and think about this, you’ll be happy for us. We’re very good together,” Izzy tries.

Leo doesn’t say anything and just storms off into his room. Whit gives me a sympathetic shrug and follows after him.

As soon as the door slams shut, Izzy is wrapped in my arms and crying on my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Daddy, this is all my fault. You tried to warn me.”

“Hey, shh, shh.” I pull him down onto the couch and rock him. “It’s going to be okay. He just needs a minute.”

“I don’t want to lose either of you.”

“You won’t, baby, you won’t.”