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This story is radically different from what I usually write. There are no magic or supernatural elements, and there are no Dominant/Submissive relationships. This is a story about an older man (Fernando) and a younger man (Matty) who fall in love. Both are adults. It's also a story about Matty's cousin Jimmy who is being abused without his knowledge by a close friend, and a story about Fernando's son Johnny and his lover Alex Xiao, a basketball player and engineering student.

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My Stories

·         College Magic (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Jack and the Giant (sf/fantasy)

·         Sacred Submissives (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Bellus Cinaedus (authoritarian and historical)

·         Guardian Angel (authoritarian and sf/fantasy)

·         Nivean and the Dvergar (authoritarian)

·         Small Town Slave Boys (authoritarian)

·         Desert Heat (beginnings)

·         Eros in Arcadia (Sf/fantasy)

·         Constituent Services (Encounters)

·         The Dancing Princes 

Desert Heat Chapter 10 (Leaning into the Gap)

This chapter deals only with Fernando and Matty. It takes place at the same time as Chapter 9 which deals with Alex, Johnny, Neto and Jimmy. Most of this chapter takes place at a Halloween party.

Fernando

I threw together a quick salad for Matty and I to eat before the party. His vegetarianism was wearing off on me because it was easier to make one meal than two. Lettuce, pico de gallo, avocado, black beans, cuitlacoche and cotija cheese with a simple vinaigrette.

"Did you love it, chico?"

He gave me that boyish smile and nodded. "I love you, Fernando."

"Just for my cooking?"

"No! I love how you keep finding new vegetarian things for me to eat. Before you, it was bean burritos, grilled cheese, or peanut butter. Every. Day. I would never have tried these ugly little mushrooms if you hadn't made me this delicious salad."

I picked up the last piece from my plate and popped it into his mouth. "That's cuitlacoche."

"What's cuitlacoche?" he asked.

I smiled at him and raised my eyebrows. "Corn smut."

He twisted his nose and repeated, "Corn smut? Smut as in dirty sex stuff?"

"Hahah, no, chico. It's a fungus and it brings that wonderful smoky flavor to your food". I leaned over and kissed his lips gently. "And you liked it before you knew what it was. It's a delicacy in Mexico."

He smiled at me again and bit his lower lip in that way that always melted my heart and sent all the blood rushing to my dick. He said, "It is really good."

I stroked his smooth jaw and replied, "It should be. It costs $100 a pound when you can find it fresh."

His eyes grew wide. "A hundred dollars?"

"That's why I bought these in a can, $9 for a seven ounce can. I'll take you to Tia's restaurant one day when they get some in fresh. It's even better than this."

We kissed for a few minutes then I smacked his butt and said, "Go take a shower, douche your butt, and get dried off. I'm going to dress you for Halloween."

He licked his lips at me and then ran off with a laugh. I knew then that I'd chosen the right costumes. I laid everything out while he was getting cleaned up and then covered it with a sheet. When Matty came back into the room, he was wearing nothing more than a towel. He was thin enough that it overlapped enough to be held securely.

That didn't save him. I took his hand and pulled him tight against me. I kissed him roughly and ran my hands down his smooth back. When I reached the towel, I slid my hands beneath to caress his firm round butt. He moaned and pressed against me, so I ripped the towel off in one smooth movement, leaving him completely naked.

He put his hands against my crotch and pressed my erection, sending shivers through my body. I grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands up to my mouth so I could kiss his fingertips. "We need to stop because we don't have time to have sex before we get dressed.

"But I like being naked with you," he sighed.

"I know. I keep thinking I should just lock your clothes up and keep you naked in the apartment. Let you get dressed when we go out and then strip you down when you get home."

Matty inhaled deeply and let it out very slowly. "I think I'd like that, sir."

I laughed and kissed him again. "It sounds sexier than it would be in real life. If I don't let you wear clothes, I never get the joy of undressing you."

"I like that too, sir."

I had to keep myself from throwing him on the bed and fucking him right then and there. But we really didn't have the time.

"Close your eyes," I commanded.

When he did, I kissed each of them in turn. Then I added, "Keep them closed. This is going to be a surprise."

He closed his eyes tight, and I guided him over near the armoire. I put one of his hands on the side and said, "Lean here if you get wobbly, but keep your eyes closed."

I folded back the sheet to reveal his costume. A quick peek told me he was still standing there with his eyes closed. It looked like he was going to be a good boy tonight. I picked up a tiny little fashion jock. It was the same blue as his eyes. I guided each of his legs into it and then pulled it up against his body. I couldn't find sexy underwear in boys' sizes, but the men's extra small were tight enough, barely.

"Can I look now?" he asked.

I smacked his butt and said, "No! I'm not taking you to a Halloween party in your underwear! I'd never get you out of there safely."

He was laughing while I put the white short sleeve shirt on him and buttoned it up. It was also men's extra small, but it was loose enough that I didn't have to leave the top buttons undone. Then I tied the black tie around his neck, leaving it loose and just a little messy. Next came the shorts, black with a three-inch inseam. They were tight enough around the waist when I tucked his shirt in.

Matty put his hand on my shoulder and started to speak, but I cut him off. "Not yet! I'll let you know."

He started laughing. "I can't wait."

I patted his cheek. "You've got no choice."

I pulled his jacket over his shoulders and left it hanging open. He was almost complete. I led him over to the chair and helped him sit down. I took out a pair of black socks that came up to his knees and then tied his black dress shoes.

He was almost bouncing out of the seat. "Let me see it now, please."

I put a finger on his lips and said, "Wait for me. You can see both of us at once."

He pouted but it was clear he was joking. It didn't take as long for me to get dressed as it had taken to dress him, and it wasn't as fun for me. I put on a simple suit with an open graduation robe over it. A mortar board hat completed the ensemble. I led Matty over to the full-length mirror and said, "Open your eyes."

 

Matty

I opened my eyes and saw Fernando's surprise. He was dressed like a professor. He even had a paddle in his hand. He looked so sexy and manly it made my heartbeat flutter. And I stood next to him in a very sexy schoolboy outfit, short shorts (very short shorts), a black blazer and tie, black knee socks and dress shoes. I looked up into his eyes and said, "I'd do anything for a better grade, professor."

He lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. He kissed me and I melted against him. His stubbled jawline scratched my smooth cheeks. We kissed for a while then he put me down and let me bury my face in his chest. His pecs were firm and warm. I moved my face to his armpit, and I was so glad that he hadn't showered. A boy like me should smell clean, but, in my opinion, a sexy man like Fernando should smell like a man. He was just a little sweaty from the hot day and his pure masculine aroma was flooding my senses.

"You like my scent, boy?" he growled.

I took another deep breath. "Oh yeah, Daddy. I love it."

"Sadly for both of us, that will have to wait for later," he said. "We'll be so horny when we get back here that you'll explode as soon as I touch you."

I whined and rubbed my crotch against him. "I'm ready to explode now, Daddy."

He laughed and picked up two pairs of tiny little jocks, one in bright pink and one in chartreuse. They were thin enough to shove into his pockets. He shoved one into his left pocket and then waved the other in my face. "If you cum in your pants, I'll strip you naked and change your little panties in front of everyone."

"Is that what I'm wearing under here?" I asked, rubbing my butt through my pants. There was nothing separating my hand and my ass but thin cloth.

"Does it excite you, chico?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes."

He leaned down and whispered in my ear. "Good. I bought you enough to wear a fresh pair every day."

Then he went to the dresser and put six more pairs inside. "You can keep the kiddie briefs. They're sexy too. Now we have to go."

Fernando led me out to the car, and we drove off. Our destination was a large party venue a few miles north and a little west of the University. The lot was already filling with cars when we got there. And there was a line of Lyfts and Ubers dropping people off. We could hear the band playing as we walked to the door. Tickets cost $50 but Fernando was already on the list for two.

"Under-age," Fernando said as the guy behind the counter fastened the red wristband around my wrist. "It means no alcohol for you." Fernando's wristband was green.

Inside the party, there must have been two hundred people in a massive warehouse style space. A band was playing on a stage and there were a few tables on a mezzanine. Most of the bottom floor was taken up by a space for dancing, but there was a bar along one wall.

Everyone inside was an adult, and everyone was in costume. I saw sexy nurses, sexy vampires, sexy cats, sexy police officers, sexy firemen, sexy superheroes, sexy whatever you could imagine. Fernando pulled me out onto the dance floor and we started moving to the beat. A quick glance showed me that at least half the couples on the dance floor were same sex couples.

I wasn't a great dancer. I'd never done any dancing except in my living room or bedroom and definitely not with anyone else. But Fernando stood behind me and pulled me tight against him. He wrapped his arms around me whilst grinding his groin into my lower back. We were basically just swaying to the music, and he was kissing my neck.

A woman came up to us in a black leather bikini and thigh high boots. She had a thick leather collar and leather wristbands with spikes. She held a riding crop in one hand and one end of a leash in the other. The other end of the leash was attached to a leather collar around the neck of a very sexy guy wearing a leather thong that seemed to be straining in the front. Other than the collar and the thong, he was naked aside from a leather harness across his chest. He wasn't even wearing socks or shoes. The guy looked like he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was seriously ripped and every part of his body below his eyebrows was smooth.

Fernando threw an arm around her shoulder. "Garcia. I see you brough Nicky on a leash." He tweaked Nick's nipple with his fingers and winked at him. "Looking good, Nick."

The woman named Garcia pulled my schoolboy blazer open and looked at my front. Then she spun me around and patted my butt. She gave me a smile and kissed my cheek. "You don't remember me, do you?"

I shook my head and said "No". I had to yell to be heard over the music.

She said, "I'm the police officer who chased you two out of the River Park a couple of weeks ago."

She turned to Fernando and said, "I'm glad to see you took my advice. I guess this costume is a big preemptive FU to everyone who makes a comment about your boy."

Fernando wrapped his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me against his chest. "That's right. I'm not running from the criticism. I'm leaning into the age gap."

"Good," Garcia yelled. "Fuck them. Anyone who criticizes you is just jealous. Except for me. When I do it, it's because you're a dirty old man!"

Fernando flipped her off and she laughed loudly. "Damn Fernando! He's too cute. Can I kiss your boy?"

"I'm his daddy, not his master. You'll have to ask him."

Garcia took my jaw in her hand and asked, "Can I kiss you, pretty little boy?"

I smiled at her and said, "Sure!"

I thought she was going to go all motherly on me and kiss my cheek. Instead, she put her hand behind my neck and kissed me for real. I'd never kissed a girl before and I had no idea what to do, so I just let her tongue move into my mouth and stroke my own. I let myself be taken by her tongue in the same way that I let Fernando take me.

When we parted, she brushed my wet lips with her thumb. "You kiss like a girl, darling. Your mouth is sweet, but that did nothing for you, did it, baby?"

I didn't know what to say. I just blushed. She shook her head and said, "It's a good thing you aren't diabetic Castillo. You need insulin just standing next to this one. But I kissed your boy. It's only fair that you kiss mine too."

Fernando shook his head, but he was smiling. "Once again, you have to ask Matty. My kisses belong to him, and to him alone."

She leaned down and spoke directly into my ear. "Is it okay if your man kisses my boy, Matty?"

"Sure," I said. "I don't mind."

Fernando still seemed unsure. Garcia then asked, much louder, "Wouldn't it be exciting to see your sexy virile man kiss another man and make him his boy?"

By all rights I should have said no. Fernando was mine. He said as much just a few minutes earlier, but something about the idea was exciting to me. I nodded. "I think it would be."

Garcia turned to Fernando and said, "See, Castillo. Your boy is getting excited about the idea."

Fernando took hold of Nick's leash and pulled him close. "What about you, Nick? Do you want me to kiss you?"

Nick was really cute and I had a sudden pang of doubt, but I was too embarrassed to speak out and withdraw my permission now. Nick replied, "I will do as my mistress commands."

Fernando yanked the leash making Nick drop to his knees. "That's not good enough, boy. Tell me. Do you want me to make you my bitch right here on this dance floor?"

Nick's lips parted and I could see his dick swelling inside the leather pouch of his jock. "Yes, sir. Make me your bitch. Please. Sir."

Fernando gave a shrug like "what else can I do?" Then he jerked the leash again, forcing Nick to his feet and kissing him. He forced his tongue inside his mouth and kissed him for several minutes. My doubts went away. Seeing Fernando dominate that other guy was making me so hard. It was like he suddenly seemed even more manly in my eyes.

When they were finished, Fernando came back over to me and picked me up, putting one arm under my butt. I wrapped my legs around him like I always did when he held me like this. He kissed my neck and rubbed my burr with his other hand.

"No one can ever come between us, Matty. I'm yours for however long you'll have me."

"I want you for now and forever, Fernando."

I heard a slightly campy male voice say, "Ooh, that is so sweet, Fernando."

Fernando put me down and held me next to him. We were talking to a man about the same age as officer Garcia. He was a good looking Latino guy with skin a little darker than Fernando. He had sharp features and high cheekbones, making him look a little Native American. He was dressed in a crimson speedo, dark red boots and yellow orange gloves. He had a headdress that looked like a crown of flames, and he wore a similar collar and mantle that covered his shoulders.

Next to him was a guy with much lighter skin who was wearing a similar outfit in shades of blue. His headdress looked like a crown of icicles. Garcia smiled at the guy dressed as flames and said, "Chejo. Nice costume. I take it you're fire, and Georgie is ice."

Chejo blew her a kiss. "You've got that one right, hermana, and I see that Nicky has decided to come out as a total little bitch. Mm, a totally sexy little bitch. I saw you lending him to Nando. Maybe I can borrow him later?"

"Not a chance, hermano. Nick is mine and all this is just for show. Besides, you have Georgie and he's looking fine, if a little frosty," she replied.

Fernando held out his hand. "Chejo, this is Matty. Matty, this is Garcia's brother and his boyfriend Georgie. They're the event organizers and they throw this little get together every year."

Chejo stroked my cheek and said, "Well, hello, Matty. Where did you get this boy, Nando? He looks too young to be in here with all these near naked dancers."

Fernando shook his head. "Jealous, Chejo? Matty is eighteen. He'll be nineteen in a little while."

Chejo wagged his finger at Fernando and said, "You are such a cradle robber. I didn't think you had it in you. Congratulations."

We all talked for a while before Chejo and Georgie had to make their rounds as hosts. It turned out that Garcia and Nick were playing at BDSM, although I got the impression that Nick mostly did what she said anyway. I also got the impression that he was younger than her.

We got a lot of compliments. Fernando wasn't shy about the differences in our ages. When we sat down, he sat me on his knee. When we walked anywhere, he put his arm around me. And he called me mijo most of the night. And whenever he started calling me mijo, I started calling him Daddy.

I was sitting on Fernando's lap. We were talking to Ben, a friend of Fernando's from the gym. He was wearing a cop's shirt, a hat and a badge with only a black jock and motorcycle boots to round out his costume.

Ben stuck his butt out and rubbed it before sitting down. "I dressed like a cop to honor you, Nando."

Fernando shook his head and grinned. "I have been a cop for twenty years, and I have never worn an outfit like that. To work, that is."

Ben wagged his eyebrows and said, "But you should have. Just imagine the looks on people's faces when you rode up to them on that police cycle of yours dressed like this?"

We were all laughing at the thought of Tucson PD dressing like go-go boys. Fernando lifted his drink and took a sip then held it up for me. I took a big sip as well. Ben gave us a comically overacted version of shock and horror. "You can't give alcohol to a baby, Nando!"

"It's just soda water with ice and grenadine," he said. "I have to be responsible when I'm baby-sitting."

Fernando hugged me and bounced me on his knee while they were joking around. Then Ben asked, "Can I take your boy out to dance, Fernando?"

"I'm surprised you aren't out there grinding against total strangers," Fernando replied.

"Been there and done plenty of that already! All the sexy ones are with someone tonight. So please let me steal your boy for a dance or two."

Fernando waved us off but before we left, he said, "I warned you Ben. You played the field for too long, refusing to settle down. Now you're too old to attract the daddies and too young to attract the boys looking for daddies."

Ben held me tight and kissed my cheek. "I know. You were right and I should have listened. Maybe if you'd asked me nicely, I would have settled down with you, old man. But now I'm hoping that those boys out there will see me with this beautiful young thing. They'll surely be convinced that I must be perfect daddy material and they'll try to steal me away from him."

Then he led me out to the dance floor, and we started moving to the beat of the music. I thought Ben was probably a better dancer than Fernando. Of course, both of them were better than me. Ben had a way of moving his hips that made me want to grab hold of them. He'd opened his shirt so that his torso was bare. When he did that move with his hips, his tummy just rolled, every muscle moving like a wave.

"How do you do that?" I asked.

"This?" he responded as he did it again, running his hands down his torso. I couldn't help myself. I ran my hands down his abdomen as well.

"Yes, sir. That. Where did you learn that?"

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I wasn't joking about being dressed like a go-go boy, Matty. This cop suit is just one of the outfits I wear when I dance."

He put his hands on my shoulders and grinned. "You don't believe me? Put your hands on my hips and feel what I'm doing."

I put my hands on him and felt his muscles move underneath his skin. It was like steel moving beneath silk. I moved my hands up and down his sides. My eyes were glued to his six pack. Ben took my hands and held them in his, then he danced closer to me until my erection was rubbing against his thigh and his erection was rubbing against my belly.

"If you were my boy, I would strip you down to your panties and teach you how to dance right over there, in that spotlight. But Nando would kill me and think I was trying to corrupt his little boy."

I leaned against him. "I'm not all that innocent. I do things."

He hugged me while we danced and replied, "You do things with Nando, but I can see it in his eyes. He thinks of you as his pure and innocent little boywife."

"I don't want to be innocent and pure," I said. "I want to learn how to be dirty."

He cupped my chin and kissed my lips. "Are you saying you want to cheat on Nando?"

"NO!" I cried. "I just want to be a little dirty for him, when we're alone. I want... I want to learn how to dance sexy, like you do. I want Fernando to look at me the way he looks at you when you're... twerking."

He turned around and twerked his butt at me. I don't think I'd ever seen a butt that firm. Every muscle was visible and his skin seemed to gleam in the light, almost like he'd oiled it. For all I knew, he may have. He looked over his shoulder and winked at me while he did it. "Like this, Matty? You want to learn how to do this, so you can turn on your big, hot daddy by putting on a sexy, sensuous display?"

I was grinning like a fool and nodding my head. "That's it. That's what I want. I want to learn to twerk and I want to learn that belly thing you do."

He moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He had one hand on my belly and the other was resting right on top of my cock. Since he was taller than me, he pressed his thigh against my butt. Then we started dancing. Well, he started dancing and he guided my hips with his thigh pressed between my legs.

He pressed his hand tight against my belly and said, "You're doing good. Tighten your tummy and then relax it. Start at the bottom."

I tightened my belly and Ben ran his hand along the tight muscle. "Good. You've just tightened the one."

Then he moved his hand up an inch and said, "Now tighten this one."

I did. Ben moved his hand up again and I followed him, tightening each muscle in turn. Ben patted my belly and said, "You have a natural rhythm, which makes you naturally sexy. Let's practice this a few times."

I practiced a few more times with him standing behind me, then I practiced alone for a while. Ben pulled my shirt out of my shorts and unbuttoned it so he could watch my belly while I danced. Then he spun me around, held me from behind and started grinding against me.

"You're a very sexy boy, Matty. I wish I could find someone like you," he said.

"The way you were ogling Fernando earlier, I didn't think you liked little twinks like me."

He squeezed my hard dick through my shorts and mumbled, "I don't think you're so little."

I leaned back against him and said, "Don't lie to me. I know that my dick is little."

"Does it bother you?" he asked, nibbling my earlobe.

I lifted my arms to reach behind his neck. I shook my head. "No. Fernando likes it and I don't care if anyone else does or doesn't."

But inside my heart, my doubts sprang up again. I knew what Fernando told me, but it was clear that he liked Ben and Ben had a big dick that could barely be contained in his jock. Was he just humoring me?

"Oh shit! He is such a lucky guy," Ben said.

We danced for a couple more songs. Ben had his hands on my chest. I felt a hand come down firmly on my shoulder. And then I heard Fernando's voice. "Button your shirt."

He sounded mad. I started buttoning my shirt as quickly as I could. My face was burning with shame. The last thing I'd wanted to do was to disappoint Fernando. I was on the verge of tears.

"It's not what you think, Nando," Ben said.

Fernando was angrier than I'd ever seen him. He rounded on Ben and said, "What! Do you mean that you didn't strip my... my... you didn't strip my boy naked and flaunt him on the dance floor for everyone to see?!"

Ben put a hand on Fernando's shoulder and said, "Nando. He's not naked. I was just..."

"...just what? Just FUCKING what, Ben? Matty is an innocent and you are corrupting him! You're turning him into some kind of dirty slut, like you. I said you could dance with him! DANCE Ben! Not... YOU WERE ALMOST FUCKING HIM ON THE DANCE FLOOR."

I had my shirt buttoned up. Fernando put his arm around my shoulder and led me out of the building. He was walking so fast that I had to almost jog to keep up with him. I wanted to talk to him, but I was too afraid. I'd just gotten into the car when Ben came up. He opened my door and leaned in, saying, "I'm borrowing your boyfriend for a minute." Then he shut the door. He and Fernando started arguing. It looked heated.

 

Fernando

I was too angry for words. I should never have allowed Ben to take Matty onto the dance floor. I knew what a fucking slut he was. And I should fucking know. I fucked him enough times over the years. I didn't think it would be dangerous leaving Matty with him. Now Matty was safely in the car, and I could let Ben have it.

But it was Ben who got the first word. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Nando?"

"What do you think you're doing, Ben? I trusted you with... with my... DAMMIT! Ben he's the most precious thing I have. And you were almost fucking him."

"Fuck you, Nando. You should know that I would never do that to you."

"Well, I thought that I knew that you were a total BOTTOM BITCH! But that is not what I saw out there tonight!"

"I was when I was with you, Nando! As a fresh-faced twink with a cute bottom I was a total cock machine. And I was good; I was reeeal good! But none of that mattered, out there, tonight, because I know Matty is yours. We were just having fun. And there is NO WAY IN HELL that I would try to take your boy. In fact, he asked me to teach him how to be more of a slut for you!"

Now that took me by surprise... I sighed and shook my head. "Okay. I'll accept what you're saying. But..."

"...but nothing. You fucked up tonight, Nando, not me."

I put my hands up in the air. "Okay, I apologize. I shouldn't have accused you."

Ben sighed and shook his head. "Don't apologize to me, Nando. You need to talk to Matty. There's a lot more going on there than a sweet boy who needs protecting by a big Daddy stud like yourself. And the only thing that boy is, right now, is terrified of you. You take him home and you talk to him. Better yet, listen to him."

I looked through the windshield. It was dark in the car so I couldn't see him clearly, but Matty was sitting there with his head down. He was frantically playing with his tie. It felt like Ben had punched me in the nuts. My face had fallen. "I feel like a piece of shit."

Ben took hold of my chin and slapped my face hard enough to really hurt. I felt my fist clench in response, but managed to force the reaction down. "You should. Now don't mope around out here. You have a job to do. Get in the car and do it."

I gave him a hug and said, "Thank you, Ben."

I climbed behind the wheel and started the car. "Do you want to talk?"

Matty kept his head down but shook his head vigorously. He was twisting his tie in his fingers. I tried to talk to him a couple of times on the way home, but he ignored me. He somehow twisted himself into a knot with his knees drawn up , his head down and his arms around his legs. And he did it all without taking off his seat belt. Luckily, it was a short ride.

I pulled into my parking place and turned off the motor. Matty was still curled into a ball. He wasn't sleeping. He was crying. I'd planned on making this a perfect night for him, taking him to a Halloween party for gay adults, introducing him to my friends and then bringing him home to make love to him like the perfect little prince he was. But I had fucking it up royally.

I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. I opened the door and squatted down close to the gravel. I put one hand on his head and said, "You can't sleep in the car. Will you get out now?"

He still didn't say anything. He just nodded. I helped him out of the car. I was half afraid he was going to run away and take refuge in his own apartment. It was just across the pool from mine, but the windows were dark. I choked back my fear and asked, "Can I put my arm around you, Matty?"

He nodded his head. When I put one arm around his shoulder, he turned and wrapped both arms around me, burying his head in my chest. We walked back to the apartment that way. Matty was trembling. I pulled him over to the futon and held him on my lap.

"Did I scare you, Matty?"

He was still not talking, but he nodded, rubbing his face against my shirt. I pressed on. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I would never hit you; you know. I never laid a hand on my wife, my boyfriends or my own kids in anger. Not once. And I could never hit you either. Is that what you were afraid of?"

He shook his head. None of my own kids had ever done this. They'd always been more confident, more willing to let me know when they disagreed with me. He was still trembling. I said, "I'm sorry to do this but I'm going to ask you again because you're clearly upset. Did someone hit you when you were younger?"

He started crying aloud and shaking his head. "And when I yelled tonight, did you think that I was going to do the same thing?"

I was getting frustrated because he wouldn't talk to me. He seemed to withdraw even further. His crying got quieter, but his trembling got worse. I covered my frustration as well as I could. I had no idea what to do in this situation. I just held him tight and kissed the top of his head. "Are you angry with me?"

He shook his head and then I heard it. Amid the sobs, he said, "No". I was sure of it. I asked the question again. "Are you sure you're not mad at me?"

"Yes," he sobbed.

I couldn't get anything else out of him for about ten minutes. Matty just sat on my lap, crying. He alternated between quiet sobs and loud, gasping sobs. I didn't know what else to do. So I decided to just be there for him whilst he processed whatever this was. I leaned back so that I was stretched out on the futon and I held him on my chest until he stopped.

He mumbled something that I couldn't hear.

I stroked his lower back and said, "Could you repeat that?"

I'd hoped for something useful, but instead he croaked, "I have to pee."

I let him up, but I followed him to the bathroom. I had no idea what he would do in there. I imagined him locking me out and hurting himself somehow. He pulled his pants down and pulled the pouch on his fashion jock aside. The whole time he was peeing, I was looking at his ass. It was small and round and framed perfectly by those straps. It was a shame that he covered it with his shorts when he was done.

While he was washing his hands I asked him, "Can we talk now?"

He finally looked at me with his red, swollen eyes and said, "Yes, sir."

I thought about leading him into the bedroom and getting under the covers with him to talk, but I wasn't sure about his mental state right now. I led him back to the futon and we sat next to one another. I didn't want to spook him, so I just put an arm loosely across his shoulders, more like a friend than a lover.

He wasn't going to start talking, so I did. "You said that I scared you, but you weren't afraid I was going to hit you. Is that right."

He nodded, but he also whispered, "Yes, sir."

"I'm sorry, Matty. I hate that my reaction scared you so bad. But I really want to understand what is happening right now. If you weren't afraid I would physically hurt you, why were you afraid of me?"

He started crying again, but he was also talking. "I was afraid that I'd made you mad... and that you... didn't... want me anymore. You said I was a... dirty slut... and I felt so bad."

I had to wait for his sobbing to subside before he could continue. It was frustrating that he kept going to this place no matter how many times I told him that it was never going to happen. Why was he so insecure? Who was I to criticize, I thought. When I'd seen him with Ben, I'd felt the same thing.

I was afraid that he'd clam up again if I started talking, so I waited it out. Finally, he was ready to continue. "I thought you were going to... to bring me back here and... and... and throw me out, that you were going to... to... to make me go back home. You are the best thing in my life, the b... b... best thing that has e... ever happened to me, and I thought I'd messed it up and you th... thought I was a terrible person."

I hugged him tight and kissed his head frantically. He wasn't stiff anymore. He went limp in my arms and seemed to melt into my embrace. "Oh, chico, I am so sorry. I..." I didn't remember calling him a dirty slut, but maybe I did. "...I shouldn't have said that. I meant that Ben was the dirty slut and he was trying to make you into one. I never blamed you, not for one minute. I blamed him. You're not bad, you're good, the best, the best thing that a guy like me could hope for."

"I didn't mean to do it, sir. I didn't. I just... Ben made me feel good. He was trying to teach me to dance like he does."

I took a deep breath and exhaled very slowly. "Ben should never have done that."

Matty sobbed, "But I asked him to teach me, so it is my fault."

"Hey, mi amor, it doesn't matter. I don't blame you for anything. But did you want him to teach you to be a go-go boy?"

I had a sudden picture of Matty stripping on a stage with men ogling his slender, hairless body. No one was going to hire someone who looked as young as he did to dance for money.

Matty whispered, "No... Yes... but I didn't want to dance for other guys. I just wanted to do it for you so you wouldn't get bored of me."

Suddenly everything made sense to me. I'd been an idiot, and I didn't have the excuse that I'd been drinking because I hadn't. I didn't drink when I was responsible for my own kids and... I guess I just thought of Matty in the same way. I didn't want to be impaired if he needed anything.

"So that's why Ben had your shirt up, so he could see your abdominal muscles move?"

He nodded his head yes, so I continued. "And that's why he had his hands on your tummy, so he could feel which muscles you were moving?"

He nodded again, so I said, "And that's why I was an idiot, thinking that one of my best friends was doing something wrong with my beautiful boyfriend and that my dulce delicado was welcoming his touch?"

Matty looked up at me and gave me the faintest hint of a grin, showing me he thought I'd been as stupid as I did. "Yes... sir".

I brushed a wayward lock of golden hair out of his eyes and said, "Look, we both know I messed up tonight. Don't interrupt to tell me that I'm wrong. I could hear it in that `sir' you gave me. As much as I want to be your strong protector, your Daddy etc etc, you need to remember that I'm only human. I have my own flaws and sometimes, hopefully not too often, I'm going to do something stupid."

I kissed his forehead and patted his butt. "Do you want to show me what you learned tonight?"

He broke out into a grin. "Yes, Daddy, I do."

I let him pick the song. He put on Nobody by Greyson Chance, and he started dancing. He didn't do too bad a job rolling his abs. And then he started unbuttoning his shirt.

... But goddamn, I could use a little company
Your hands, like the way they feel all over me
Quicksand, pull me under, I don't need to breathe
Every night, you get it right
Nobody know my body like you
Hey now, nobody know my body like you

When he finished unbuttoning his shirt, I whistled and said, "Take it off, baby! Take it all off!"

He quickly undid his tie and tossed it at me. It was followed almost immediately by his blazer and then his shirt, leaving him in those tiny, tiny shorts, his knee socks and his shoes. He was skinny; he was boyish; and he was all mine. His shoes came next, but he didn't throw them at me. I yelled, "The shorts! Take them off... slowly."

Matty undid the shorts and slowly teased them down his legs. He barely touched the top of one sock, but I stopped him. I leaned back and patted my thighs. He danced over in his jock and his socks and climbed on me in the cowgirl position. When the song was over, I pulled him tight to my chest and kissed him. One hand was behind his neck and the other was gently rubbing his exposed cheeks.

"This is your night, Matty. What do you want to do?"

He kissed my lips and then laid his head on my shoulder. "Show me that you still want me, Daddy. Take me into the bedroom and show how much you need me."

I put his arms around my neck and said, "Hold on tight."

Then I put my hands under his smooth butt and stood up, still holding him. I carried him into the bedroom and tossed him gently on the bed. While I was taking my clothes off, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of his jock and asked, "Do you want me naked, Daddy?"

My breath caught in my throat. I answered with a question of my own. "Do you want to be naked?"

He was a smart boy. He saw the look on my face and the way I was staring at his little jock. He lifted his legs and rubbed his bare butt sensually. "I don't know Daddy. I think I want you to fuck me like this. Do you want to fuck me like this?"

I groaned. "Oh, hell yeah! You look so sexy that way, mijo. I want to show your little culo how much I love it."

In no time, I was naked and in bed with him. I kissed him passionately and ran my fingers along his crack, taking care to rub his sexy little culo with my index finger. He moaned, "Oh yes, Daddy, make my culo feel good."

That was a request I could easily honor. I kissed his chin and then I kissed his tiny Adam's apple. Matty was moaning softly. "Yes, Daddy, yes."

One of his smooth legs brushed against my hard cock sending shivers down my spine and making me realize how close to exploding I was. I pulled his leg aside so it didn't happen again. This night wasn't about me. It was about him. I moved down to flick his hard nipple with my tongue. He gave a high-pitched squeal of delight. I spent several minutes nibbling those little nubs gently, then I licked a trail from his chest, down to his sweet navel. I thrust my tongue inside and probed it gently.

Matty ran his hands through my hair. "That tickles, Daddy."

"Do you want me to stop, mijo?"

"No! Please don't stop."

I dived back in and teased his navel for another minute or so before moving down and mouthing the pouch of his jock. I could feel his erection beneath the cloth. It was as hard as a little steel bar. I could taste and smell his juices soaking the pouch and my mouth started to water. I wanted to rip his jock off and suck it, but I didn't want to risk him coming too soon.

I pulled the pouch aside and risked just a quick suck, rubbing my tongue across his slimy shaft, and swallowing his sweet boy juices. He cried out, "Mm! You're going to make me cum, Daddy."

I pulled back and let his dick bounce down against his hairless crotch. "You'll have to wait, chico. I'm going to taste your pretty culo first, then I'll suck every last drop of cum out of your beautiful pinguita."

Matty pulled his knees back and said, "Do it, Daddy. Eat my culo."

Hearing those dirty words come out of that angelic face made me want to laugh, but he was trying so hard to be sexy, I wasn't going to do anything to dampen his spirit. I kept my eyes locked on his while I lifted his hips and ran my tongue down his taint. I was able to look over his throbbing cock as I licked between his sweaty boy cheeks. The flavor was nothing but light, salty sweat with the faint hint of boyish mustiness.

Matty was biting his lip and making soft "uhn... uhn... uhn" noises. His happiness was joy to my ears. At that moment, it was more important to me than my own. And it only increased when I ran my tongue around his little rosebud. His cries grew loud enough to go through the walls. "That's it, Daddy. You make my culo feel so good! I love it when you eat me like this!"

I knew that I was going to get the stink eye from Mrs. Mulligan next time I saw her. She was my upstairs neighbor and she always let me know with her facial expressions that she disapproved of my lifestyle. I decided I didn't care. I was going to tell her, "Chinga tu madre, puta engreida! (Fuck off you stuck up bitch!)"

I paused long enough to tell him, "You haven't felt anything yet, guapisimo."

Then I thrust my tongue inside his culito like I was fucking him with it. Even my tongue felt almost too big for his tiny bottom when we first started. I rolled it into a tight cylinder to thrust it inside him, only them letting it spread out to stretch his culo. I set up a rhythm. I licked his sweet hole and then thrust inside it for a while. And then I did it again. Matty had his fingers in my hair and he was pulling it.

"Do it now, Daddy. I need you."

I pulled back and pressed my thumb inside his culo, making him moan. "What do you need, chico?"

"I need to feel your daddy pinga inside my culo. I need you to chinga me hard."

I pushed my thumb in as far as it would go. "Oh mi mariposa, I am going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked."

I pulled my thumb out and pressed the head of my dick against him. He was loose enough despite his small size. It was such a joy to me, when his cute bottom opened up to welcome me inside him. He moaned and pulled his legs back flush with his chest. I stared deep into his eyes and pushed my cock inside.

He cried out, "Uhn... UHN... YES! Stretch me out! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!"

I pushed all the way inside until my pubes were brushing his smooth butt. His eyes rolled up and he started panting. "Your culo is the tightest, sexiest, silkiest, warmest thing I have ever had the pleasure to fuck, Matty."

"It's not my culo, Daddy! It belongs to you! Show it who's in charge!"

I bent down to kiss his pretty lips while I pumped inside him. "If this tight little culo belongs to me then I get to do what I want with it."

"Mm yes, Daddy. Pound me hard. Don't worry about hurting me. I don't know why but a little bit of pain makes it feel better."

I brushed his sweaty hair back away from his face. "Oh, I am going to pound your culo and show it who's boss, but mijo, I am never, ever, going to hurt it."

Matty smiled at me, sending a flutter through my heart. I didn't want to hurt him at all, ever, but I knew how right he was. Just the right amount of pain did make it feel better, more intense. The trick was finding the right amount for such a delicate boy. I slid my arms under his thin shoulders and pulled his body against mine, and then I picked up the pace just a little, and I thrust inside him with more force.

I felt Matty's body tense and then his arms and legs started to shake. He yelled, "I'M CUMMING DADDY! YOU'RE FUCKING THE CUM RIGHT OUT OF ME!"

His little culo was chomping on my dick and he dragged his nails down my back. I was already on the edge after seeing all that fine flesh on display at the party. My arousal had been quenched while Matty was crying, but kissing his lithe body and eating his sweet culo had brought me back in a big way.

It felt like my whole body had grown tense, but the hardness was concentrated in my cock. And when my orgasm washed over me, it was like my whole body was working in tandem to shoot that first load inside his velvety warmth. I came with so much force that I wouldn't have been surprised if my spunk had flown out of his mouth. There were seven loads in all.

Matty was clinging to my body and squealing loud enough to make the windows rattle. His eyes were clenched shut and tears were streaming from the corners. I kissed them away, tasting their saltiness. And I ran my rough hands over his smooth skin, holding him until he stopped shaking.

Then I kissed him and asked, "Was that good enough for you, chico?"

He was still breathing heavily. "It was the best yet. I never feel more loved than when you're inside me. I wish I could have your cock inside me all the time."

"So do I, Matty. So do I."

I laid him down gently and then pulled out of his sweet bottom. He held on and said, "Don't go, Daddy."

I pulled his hands off my shoulders and then pressed them back into the mattress over his head. I kissed him gently, barely brushing his lips with my own. "I have one more thing I need to do."

I let go of him and moved down to his groin. It was still covered in his spunk. I bent down and licked it up. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought that Matty's semen tasted sweeter and more delicious than anyone else's. He started giggling when my tongue reached his cock. He was young and his penis was still extra sensitive after he came. I gave him a smile and then I took his entire penis in my mouth. He writhed around on the bed moaning and squealing. I sucked him until there was no cum remaining. I even managed to squeeze the last few drops from within his shaft.

I crawled back up next to Matty and pulled him into my arms. I held him and gently stroked his body. I whispered, "I love you, Matty."

"I love you, too, Fernando."

He took my cock in his hand and stroked it gently. "You're big, Fernando."

"Does it please you, chico?"

"I love it, Daddy. I wish mine were a little bigger."

"Why, mijo? You're perfect the way you are."

"You always say that, but... I don't really care that it's not big. I just wish it were bigger so you'd like it better. I know you liked Ben's and his is a lot bigger than mine."

"Did Ben show you his cock, baby?"

Matty shook his head. "No, but I felt it when we were dancing. And, please don't get mad, he felt mine too"

"Ah! Don't worry, I'm not mad. I really do understand what was happening out there now. Mijo, what Ben and I had was different from what we have. For one thing, I love you and I never loved Ben. You are perfect for me, a beautiful little twink with smooth skin and the most perfect little cock in the world. And that's just the icing on top of the cake. What makes you really special is your smile, your sweetness, your sense of humor, your goodness, and the hundred other little things you do everyday that make me love you."

"Wouldn't it be better for you if it were a perfect big cock?"

"Do you want to know the truth?" I asked.

He nodded and said, "Please."

I pulled him tighter. "Okay then. Here it is. I believe that more than a mouthful is a waste on a boy like you. I love sucking your cock, and I love that the entire thing fits so neatly inside my mouth. I've told you some of this before. But I am always happy to remind you of it. Why are you bringing this up again?"

He sighed and said, "When Ben said that my dick was big, I knew he was lying because it's not. And that made me think that maybe it wasn't good enough. I'm sorry, but guys at school who saw it made fun of me and I'm sensitive about it. They said things like `who are you going to please with that tiny pecker'?"

"I am sorry you had to deal with that, chico. But can I ask... Did they have big giant cocks? Do you think they are getting the kind of pleasure we have from their sad little lives? I very much doubt it! Try not to let your thoughts focus on that. Who cares what any other guy thinks about it? I love it. And I would really love it if you loved it just as much. And if anyone says that again, you just tell them that your lover is crazy about it."

Matty stroked me until my cock came back to life, and then I made love to him again. Afterward we were lying in bed, basking in post-coital bliss. I decided to be truthful with him.

"Do you want to know why I got so mad tonight?" I asked.

He looked at me expectantly and nodded, letting his fingers trace circles in my chest hair. I continued, "You told me that you were afraid that I didn't want you anymore. Well, we have a lot in common. You should know that I am terrified of losing you too."

"You'll never lose me, Fernando. Never."

I kissed him again. "You're sweet, but you're also twenty years younger than me. You're beautiful and everyone looks at you and wants you. I'm afraid that you're going to wake up one day and realize that you could do so much better. When I saw you with Ben, it brought all my fears out into the open. Fears I wasn't even aware of and how much control they were having on me. I got scared, and my fear made me lash out."

Matty climbed on top of me and lay down on my chest. "I can't do better than you, Fernando, because you are the one that I love. No one else can compare to that."

I stroked his back with one hand and his butt with the other. "And I'll never get tired of you, Matty, because you are the one that I love. You make me feel younger than I am and you make me want to be a better person."

I pulled the sheet up over the two of us and turned the lights off. We fell asleep that way, him lying on top of me, his smooth body wrapped around my hairier frame.