But when she was about nine, she asked me not to call her J-Lo any more and to simply call her Jade.
“Don’t you like the nickname any more, sweetie?”
“I do, daddy, but… I want just you to call me just Jade. It’s like a secret name for just you and me.”
It was about as secret as the fact that the moon isn’t made of green cheese, but she liked to think of it that way, so I just nodded and kept my opinions to myself.
At nineteen, she met Wayne.
Ah, Wayne. Now there was a complete tosser. Pimples until Tuesday, a buzz-cut that he thought made him look like a bad-ass, but actually made him look like a slightly furry egg and an unfortunate case of BO that no amount of deodorant could quite cover up.
But he was the first guy who spoke to Jade like she was a real person and not a weirdo. So, naturally, Jade was totally infatuated with him, for about six months.
It was not far short of the end of that six months that Jade first found out that Daddy liked boys. I didn’t mean it to happen. It wasn’t supposed to happen. It just… did.
Jade and Wayne were going out for a meal and then heading to the cinema to watch a movie before making their way to Wayne’s apartment for some personal time.
I knew my little girl had had sex – she had told me all about it within hours of it first happening; a conversation that shall forever be burned into my brain behind a locked door marked “FUCKING EMBARRASSING MEMORIES – DO NOT OPEN. EVER!” The idea was no longer new to me and, whilst I considered Wayne to be about six leagues beneath my little girl, if she wanted to fuck his brains out, who was I to interfere. I had brought Jade up to understand that she made her own mistakes and would be expected to pay for them but she was too infatuated to realise that Wayne was one big old mistake.
Since my little girl was out for the evening, I decided to see if I could find a willing person to dip the old wick into. I scanned the local people on the usual sites and came up with slightly less than fuck all. Disappointed that I was not going to have a fun evening, I went out to the local petrol station to pick up some milk and picked up Julian as well.
Julian looked about three days past his eighteenth birthday (though he was actually nearly twenty) and flaming as a well-stoked fireplace. Billy Butlin himself couldn’t have created enough camp for him. He strode into the petrol station with a walk containing enough mince to make spaghetti bolognese for about a dozen people and simply called out “Hello!”
Three people in the petrol station stared at him with varying degrees of disgust and/or disappointment. I felt sorry for poor Julian, who was simply being friendly – if a little too friendly. OK – a lot too friendly! As such, I put on my best Ru Paul voice on as I called back “Hi, sweetie-pie!”
“Ooh! A nice young Daddy for me to get to know better,” Julian called back and minced over to me and thrust his hand in mine so quickly I didn’t have time to react. “And who might you be,” he asked.
“Kevin,” I replied. I dropped the Ru Paul thing for this.
“Well, I think I’ll just call you Daddy, if that’s alright with you,” Julian said and then leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek.
“Fine,” I said, not bothered at all by the gasps of disgust emanating from a crotchety old bat who was probably days from her hundredth birthday. “And who are you, honey-bunny?”
“I’m Julian, I’m nineteen and I’m ready and willing, Daddy,” Julian replied. He smiled at me, sweetly.
“Nice to meet you, Julian,” I replied and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. To piss off the crotchety old bat a bit more, I also put my hand on Julian’s arse and pulled him into me. After a moment, I pulled away from the kiss, but I didn’t move my hand. “I am also ready and willing, so if you’d like to finish up here we can go and have a bit of fuck. I mean fun!” I grinned at Julian as we both heard the crotchety old bat almost swoon at my deliberate use of the word “fuck”.
“Sounds like fucking good fun to me, Daddy,” Julian grinned back. The old bat was now almost comatose with shock.
About ten minutes later, Julian and I were in my room. I had explained that I was the single father to a nineteen year old daughter and let Julian decide whether that was a problem or not. The fact that Jade was out for the foreseeable probably helped him to decide it was not and was one reason why things went horribly wrong a short while later.
I was not being quiet and Julian was being even less so. He was loving me pounding his arse and I was loving doing it. Young boys have really tight arses – as do young girls, I’ve noticed, and I was ramming my cock in deep.
“Oh, yes, Daddy! Fuck me daddy! Fuck your little boy, daddy! I missed you, daddy! Fuck me daddy! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah!” Julian obviously had a history there that I hadn’t had time to get into, but I was too busy being otherwise engaged to worry about it.
“Yeah,” I cried back. “Daddy’s fucking your arse, deep! Fucking you! Fucking his little boy like a fucking little bitch! Gonna breed your fucking arse in a minute!”
“Oh, yes, daddy! Fucking cum in my arse! I love it when you cum in my arse! Cum for me, daddy!”
It was just as I was about to do precisely that, that a voice came from my doorway; “Daddy? What are you doing?”
It was Jade and, thank fuck, she was alone.
However, I was past the point of no return. Whilst Julian was about to try and escape or hide or whatever, my cock was about to explode. I wasn’t about to waste my cum on the duvet just yet, so I grabbed his hips and slammed deep into him. “YEAH!!!” I cried out.
“Oh, FUCK! FUCK! YEAH! FUCK!” Julian screamed back. “Cum for me!”
It was a few moments later that I slid my softening cock out of Julian’s arse and turned to look at the doorway, where Jade wasn’t. I had the presence of mind to put on a pair of boxers and a dressing gown and told Julian to wait if he wanted to. Julian, to his credit, simply nodded and got into the bed.
I went out and headed to Jade’s room. The door was wide open, so I knew it was safe to come in – so to speak. Jade was sitting on her bed with a look of surprise on her face, but nothing more.
What followed was another, extremely embarrassing conversation.
“Hi, honey.”
“Hi, daddy. Or is that what your little friend calls you? Can I not call you daddy now?”
I sat next to her. “Oh, baby, of course you can. You can call me whatever you like. Daddy, or shithead or fuckface or…” I stopped as Jade was giggling and her giggles have always been infectious. Within seconds we were both giggling hysterically.
“I think I’ll stick with ‘daddy’ for now,” she replied once she had come down from her giggle-high.
“Thanks,” I said. There was silence for a moment. I sighed. “I suppose you want to know what…”
“Not really, daddy,” Jade said. “I often wondered if you were gay.”
“What? Why?”
“Oh, come on, daddy,” Jade said and if she’d been standing up she would have had her hands on her hips and be leaning her face into mine. Since she was sat down, she settled for one hand on her hip and a vigorous head-shake instead. “You’re a fucking gorgeous guy, you know? Women fall over themselves to talk to you and you just ignore them!”