Page 258 of Daddy's Pride

Good night, sweetheart -xo

A breath I hadn’t realized I was holding rushed out of me in a big whoosh when he did, and I rubbed my finger over the little -xo he always ended it with, wondering if…

I mean, I knew what that meant when Hannah used to send it sometimes, but it probably meant something different to gay guys, right?

Maybe I should Google it.

I grabbed my phone and typed in “gay daddy xo,” but of course, like, all the top results were porn. Which should totally squick me out. Not that there was anything wrong with gay people or guys having sex with other guys, obviously. It was just that I wasn’t even all that big on regular porn. Uh, straight porn? Was calling it “regular” derogatory?

Probably.

I should Google it to make sure I wasn’t accidentally being offensive, not that I planned on talking to anyone about porn, gay or straight. I mean, who would I even bring that up with?

Well, actually, I’m sure Tyler would jump all over a conversation like that, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for his take on porn. And the person I instinctively wanted to talk to about it—I mean, that I would want to talk to about it, not that I did want to, because that would definitely be weird—was Daddy.

Which was obviously a no-go.

Did he watch gay porn, though?

Gay Daddy porn, like the thumbnails I was staring at right now?

Because he had said from the beginning that he liked to be called Daddy, and that first time he’d also said, well, alluded to, having someone call him Daddy while sucking on… on his dick.

A hot flush rocked through me, and I dropped my phone.

I should not be thinking about Daddy’s dick. That was definitely weird. We were friends. Sort of. And I wouldn’t think about Tyler’s dick, or Jacob’s, or Ryan’s. And I definitely didn’t want any of them thinking about mine.

Did Daddy ever think about mine?

“Oh. My. God,” I muttered, grabbing my pillow and squishing it over my face. “What is wrong with me?”

Of course he didn’t think about my dick. But ugh, now I was. Kind of a lot. And not that I hadn’t helped myself fall asleep a time or two—okay, a lot—by jerking off before bed, but it felt weird to do it now, after where my mind had just gone.

But actually, maybe being weirdly horny was a good thing? Because, um, all the Daddy porn had felt like way, way too much when it had suddenly popped up the first time I’d ever Googled gay Daddies a few months ago, but now I actually had a gay Daddy in my own life, even if he wasn’t exactly my gay Daddy, not like that. But if I wanted to, uh, understand him better, like, be a better… friend, shouldn’t I watch some? Just so I could make sure I didn’t do something wrong, like calling straight porn “regular,” if that was actually a bad thing?

I sort of felt like there might be a flaw in my reasoning somewhere in there, but I was pretty sure I could figure it out later. Right now, the more I thought about this plan, the more it seemed like the smart thing to do. Especially since, for some reason, my dick was really hard now.

I dropped my pillow and found my phone, then glanced at the door.

Should I lock it?

I wouldn’t bother if I was about to jerk off like normal, because no one was even home, but if they were, we all knocked first.

For some reason this was different though, so I scrambled up and went over to lock it, then got back in bed and shoved my shorts down, wrapping a hand around my dick.

“Oh God,” I moaned, pushing up through my hand. I didn’t know why it suddenly felt so good, but it did.

I fumbled for my phone, then clicked on the first thumbnail. And, uh, wow, it jumped right to the action. Not just porn or even just gay porn, this was definitely gay Daddy porn. A guy getting his dick sucked who looked, well, like a Daddy. I mean, older and hot but also sort of… commanding? And the guy on his knees looked kind of like me.

I mean, not like me. He was way more good-looking than me, objectively speaking. Even as a straight guy I could tell that. But he was scrawny like me. A lot smaller than the Daddy, who kept calling him a good boy, just like mine did, and praising him, and sort of tugging on his hair and…

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I gasped, dropping my head back as I shoved up through my hand, over and over, while heat raced down my spine. “Daddy.”

I froze, my dick throbbing and my balls hot and tight as the guys onscreen kept going at it, their hot, slick, almost obscene-sounding sex noises pulsing through my blood like some kind of drug.

But I shouldn’t have said that.

I didn’t even know why I had.