As we kissed, our hands moved of their own accord. Mine first, with confidence. His, more reticent, but his own confidence increased as I didn’t stop him or tell him what to do. We held each other, played with each others’ hair, caressed each others’ arms, legs, sides and faces.
Between us, I could feel my cock growing hard, as it had softened during Julian’s tale. But even better, I could feel Julian getting hard as well. He broke off the kiss and looked down at his growing dick. “I’m sorry,” he said.
“What the fuck for,” I asked.
“I’m getting… it does it on its own,” he spluttered.
“It’s fucking supposed to,” I countered.
“But I didn’t think… I was told…”
“What? You can’t get hard?”
“I’m the sissy-boy, remember,” Julian said. “My pleasure is secondary.”
“Not to me,” I said.
“It was before,” Julian said and the look he gave me was so accusatory that I felt I ought to die of shame.
“That was before,” I said. “Not now.” So saying, I lifted myself up a little and held his cock. I remembered the way Julian told me one guy had practically tortured Julian’s cock when he got hard. Me – I caressed that cock and stroked it and had the joy of watching Julian’s eyes flutter a little.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered.
I licked my palm and put it back on his cock, using my saliva to lubricate it. After a few moments, Julian’s cock began producing its own lubrication.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” he whispered. “Fuck, that’s so nice!”
“Has no-one ever done this for you,” I asked him.
He shook his head.
“Then you’re a handjob virgin no more,” I smiled at him.
Julian snickered. “I ain’t been a virgin for some time,” he said.
I ignored this and moved down his body. He tensed again as if petrified that, despite all I had done in the last few minutes, I was still going to hurt him. I put his beautiful cock in my mouth and he tensed further, gasping and wincing, but he relaxed once he realised that I wasn’t biting down, but actually sucking his cock.
“Oh, holy fuck,” he groaned.
“Mmm-hmm” was all I could murmur. My mother had always taught me that it was rude to talk with my mouth full.
The vibrations from my response had a wonderful effect on Julian, however, and he moaned like the proverbial three-dollar whore. “Shit! Fuck! Wow!”
Suddenly he tensed again, but this time for a good reason.
“Shit! I’m gonna cum! I’m… gonna… OH, FUCK!” He blasted my mouth with cum. So much cum! It was a cum for the ages! It seemed to go on forever. I swallowed as best I could, but there was just too much and I’ve never been that good at the whole suck-and-swallow two-things-at-once bit. Some escaped and dribbled down my face.
And still he came. On and on, like one of those freight trains in 1960’s cartoons that go across the screen for ages. I swallowed. I choked. I spat. I swallowed again.
Meanwhile, Julian’s toes were curled up almost inside his feet and his hips were raised about twelve inches off the bed. From his mouth came a litany of profanity to make a whole boatload of sailors feel inadequate; “Shit! Fuck! Shit! Twat! Bastard! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck-fuck!”
Finally, after an ocean-load of cum had gone either down my throat or down my chin, he subsided. His cock slipped from my mouth and his butt bounced off the mattress. He was gasping.
“Wow,” was all he could say after a few moments.
“Mmm,” was all I could say as I still tried to swallow what was left in my mouth. My face was plastered with cum.
Julian pulled me up to him and kissed me, cum-mouth and all. He licked every last drop from my face and then kissed me again. Finally, he pulled away. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said.
“Not Daddy. Not any more,” I said.
Julian looked crestfallen. “Really? But I love the idea of you being my Daddy,” he said. “Honestly. This isn’t a sex thing,” he tried to explain, “I meant… like… really.”
I nodded. He needed this; who was I to deny him? “OK,” I said.
“Yay,” he muttered and kissed me again.
I won’t say how much of a bruise it was to my ego that, part way through this last kiss, he yawned in my face!
“Oh, shit,” he yawned. “Sorry, Daddy!”
“It’s OK, baby,” I said. “I know. Daddy’s tired too!”
“Sleep with me, Daddy,” Julian asked. “No-one has ever slept with me before.”
I nodded and we slipped under the duvet. We kissed once more and I don’t even remember my head hitting the pillow before I was flat out.
Julian stayed with me for about four months. Jade loved having him around, too. He was smart and funny and…fuck, I loved that kid. He couldn’t have made me more proud had he been my own son.
As the days went by, Julian started to become less self-deprecating. He began to believe in his own worth a little more and came to trust Jade and me. It really seemed like we were on a good path.
What happened with Wayne was not what went wrong – I have to believe this. For a start, Julian knew all about it before it happened and seemed cool with it. For another thing, the whole Wayne thing happened only a week or so after Jade first stumbled across Julian and I together and over three months before… Well. We’ll get to that.
Jade had determined by now that Wayne was a dick. Moreover, he was a cheating scumbag. She could deal with him being a dick. She could not deal with him being a cheating scumbag.
The day after Jade stumbled across her old man in a young guys arse for the first time, she went round to see Wayne who – if you remember – had fallen ill after eating prawns on their date the night before.
She turned up unannounced at Wayne’s street and was heading to the door when she saw it open. There, inside, stood Wayne and, what Jade referred to as “that fucking skank-slut, Sophie”. I don’t know Sophie – even now. Couldn’t pick her out of a line up if she had a neon arrow pointing at her. But Jade knew Sophie and she didn’t like her.
She liked the fact that Wayne had his tongue down Sophie’s throat and was attempting to lick her bowels from the top down even less.
Rather than confront Wayne or yell or scream, Jade simply turned around and came home. She didn’t cry until she was in my arms.
“What can I do, Dad?” she asked me. I didn’t know.
“Sorry, baby,” I said. “I can’t help you there.”
“I can,” came Julian’s voice from the kitchen. Jade hadn’t even noticed he was there.
“Go on.”
“Turn the little fucker,” Julian said. It was, by far, the most sadistic and vicious thing I ever heard him say.
“Turn him? Turn him where?”
“Not where, baby,” Julian said, coming over to us and stroking Jade’s face to dry her tears. “Turn him what.”
“Turn him…what?”
“Gay,” Julian said, simply.
Jade burst with laughter. “I hardly think so,” she said. “I’ve slept with the prick! He loves giving it to girls; trust me.”
“He’s a guy,” Julian said. “Eighteen? Nineteen?”
“Nineteen,” Jade nodded.
“Perfect. He’s at that age where he’s all confused about his sexuality.”
Jade looked incredulously at him. “I told you,” she insisted, “he likes girls!”
“Don’t be so sure,” Julian said. “Tell me – does he like doggy-style?”
“I hardly think my daughter wants to discuss…” I began before being interrupted.