Page 185 of Naughty November

“Yes, Daddy,” I agree, despite not fully understanding, and feel pleasure shoot through me at using the term for him again.

Daddy Sheldon lets go of my dick and pumps up into me, thrusting hard and fast while he uses my hips to lift me up and down like I’m asex doll for him to use. I hang on for the ride, not sure if he’ll come before I do.

“I’m going to fill up your ass, Becket, and then you’re coming for me.” Daddy Sheldon groans against my chest between us, and I can feel the signs of my impending orgasm and his.

The heat I’ve felt in my lower stomach spreads out and my nerves light up, but before I can come, he roars and holds my hips in place. Pulling back to look up at me, Daddy Sheldon thrusts into me one more time and I can feel his orgasm rippling through his body as his cock swells inside my hole.

Untouched, my dick goes off. I cum without a sound, a silent scream on my lips as I watch as cum spurts out over and over again, all the way up Daddy Sheldon’s stomach and chest, one even reaching his neck. My ass tightens around his dick, and I feel him shoot one last time. He gathers some of my cum from his pec and brings it to his mouth to taste, lapping it up like I produced some rare delicacy.

“You taste as good as you feel, boy. I hope we can do this again.”

“I don’t know if I can go again.” I squirm on his dick, my flagging erection giving way to a new discomfort. “You were right about needing to pee.”

“I meant in the future.” Daddy Sheldon chuckles and moves to stand with me still on his cock. I wrap my arms and legs around him as he starts walking. “Let’s hop in the shower and you can pee there.”

A wave of pleasurable humiliation washes over me at the thought of peeing in the shower in front of Daddy Sheldon. “Another kink unlocked,” I murmur into his hair.

“Happy to help, boy,” Daddy Sheldon whispers back and kisses my neck. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

My brain can’t form words, but I wholeheartedly agree.

EPILOGUE

DADDY SHELDON

Six months after playing with Beckett in the glory hole, we are officially dating. We went from planning things a week or more out to a few times a week, and now we’re together almost every night. Except last night I went home, for… reasons.

Beckett is new to the Daddy/boy dynamic, but he has taken to it like a duck to water. I didn’t even know he was new to sleeping with men that first night. Surprisingly, he had no gay panic over the newness of it all.

In each other, we have a partner who gets how our neuro-spicy brains work. I’ve never had a romantic partner like this before. We both cope with our AuDHD differently, but the structure of our dynamic helps both of us. I always know exactly what Beckett needs and what he doesn’t want, because he tells me. We communicate clearly and don’t get offended easily.

In our relationship, having autism is a superpower.

It helps that we’re both hyper-sexual when we get together, but that isn’t the main focus of our relationship anymore.

“Did you feed Frank?” Beckett asks, looking over my head at thepaper beside the frog’s terrarium, where he tracks feedings so he doesn’t forget…usually. “I forgot yesterday.”

“I did last night after you fell asleep. I just haven’t written it down yet.” I kiss his shoulder since Beckett has six inches on me, but he’s still my boy. I reach over the tank for his sparkly frog pen from the windowsill to scribble down the date and time. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“I forgot because you distracted me with your dick.”

Last night had been an edging scene with multiple prostate orgasms for him, and he was still locked up.

“I did. And you distracted me with your cute butt.”

“Distracting Daddy. It’s your fault for being sexy.”

Beckett starts rubbing up on me and I chuckle, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him close. Kissing his cheek, I still his humping with a swat to his adorable bubble butt.

“Are you a pup in heat?”

Beckett nods with big eyes. “I might die if I don’t come soon, Daddy Sheldon.”

“Is that so? But then we’ll be late.”

We’re headed to a munch at a local bar that allows leashed pets on their patio. Q and A are bringing their dogs, and Cielo will be on a leash as well, but the bar said frogs weren’t allowed when we called to ask. Beckett’s thinking up a harness to fit Frank so we can say he’s leashed.

“We were going to be early, so if you think about it, we need something to keep us on time,” Beckett reasons, and I am considering giving in.