Chapter 1
Notes:
🔥❤️ Picture reference for daddy!James (current 60 year old James):
🍬💖 Picture reference for baby!Lars (young 20 year old Lars):
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
The bar was filled with bikers and people a guy like Lars rarely got to mingle with. A Danish dude on a student visa, playing for his college’s tennis team, there was nothing exotic about him; he was boringly average. Okay, maybe that wasn’t exactly what someone would call average, but whatever. Sure, Lars had a rebel inside him — he’d just started playing drums in a band with his friend, Kirk — but going out to a place like this was a first.
The biker bar had been Kirk’s idea, but curiosity and the lure of something new had gotten the best of Lars. You’re gonna love it, I tell you! Wait till you see all the sexy leather daddies that come to this place! Kirk had told him. That had made Lars blush and giggle a little; his friend knew he had a weakness for older men, especially the ones who exuded the natural charm and confidence that came with age and experience. It wasn’t because Lars had daddy issues; he really loved his dad and had the most amazing relationship with him. But hey, some things were hard to explain, right?
He was sitting at a table with Kirk, sipping on his third or fourth beer, he couldn’t really remember how many at this point. Kirk was telling him about how good the waves were this morning when he went out to surf. Lars was trying to focus on what his friend was saying, but the music was pretty loud and really good too, all the British hard rock classics that Lars loved. Lars was drumming his fingers on the table as he heard some of his favorite songs. This place was great, and he had to interrupt Kirk and tell him, “Hey, sorry to interrupt, man, but that place is awesome! Thanks for bringing me out here!”
Kirk smiled one of his big toothy smiles, and his dark eyes sparkled in the low lighting. “Of course! I’m so glad you’re having a good time.” Kirk lifted his beer. “Cheers!”
Lars smiled back and returned the salute. “Cheers!”
It was at this precise moment that a really tall broad-shouldered man came into Lars’ line of sight. He strode up to the bar, long legs clad in tight black jeans. He was wearing a denim jacket with lots of patches stitched on it and a black t-shirt underneath. The jacket was sleeveless so Lars got a glimpse of the man’s strong muscular arms and the elaborate tattoos decorating them. The man’s hair, a soft shade of graying blond, was cut short. He also had a similarly graying horseshoe mustache, and if there was something that screamed American to Lars’ Danish mind, it was that. Virtually no man in his home country had a mustache like that. There was no doubt that man was American, but there was an aura about him that reminded Lars of a Viking hero from his childhood. It must have been the man’s striking features and piercing blue eyes when he briefly turned Lars’ way.
He wasn’t looking precisely at him, but Lars felt heat rise to his cheeks nonetheless. Kirk must have noticed the way he had been staring at the newcomer since he had a knowing look in his eye. “You spotted someone, huh?” Kirk asked. Mouth suddenly dry, Lars took a swig of his beer. It was so unlike him to get flustered when seeing someone attractive. Usually, he was the boldest guy around. But just a glance from the man by the bar made him feel weak.
“Uh-huh. Yeah, I did. That big guy with the mustache, by the bar. Fuck, he’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a very long while. There’s just something about him,” Lars mused as Kirk turned around to have a look at the object of his desire.
Kirk’s eyes went wide. “Damn! You’re right, Lars. That man is hot.” Kirk, always so dramatic, fanned himself, and Lars giggled at his friend. “You have to go talk to him! You’re always so good with that type of stuff; you’re fearless, man!”
Lars took another swig of his beer, drowning the rest of it. He wiped off his mouth, straightened up, and puffed out his chest. “That I am! I’ll have him wrapped around my little finger by the end of the night. He won’t be able to resist my Danish charms!” Kirk was outright laughing at him. The alcohol had emboldened them, and they were having such a good time.
“Go get him, Lars!” Kirk said, giving his friend a tap on the shoulder.
With his newly found courage, Lars stood up with his empty beer bottle in hand and strode up to the bar. The closer he got to the man, the more impressed and intimidated he felt. Stopping at about arm’s length from the man, he leaned against the bar and tried to look unbothered when he got a whiff of the man’s cologne, a heady mix of warm spices and leather. Lars tried not to look at him too much and instead turned his attention to the bartender. “Hey, can I get another beer, please?”
“Another Coors?”
“Yeah, thanks.” The bartender turned around and was back with another bottle in an instant. Lars paid him with his credit card, and then turned to his left where the big man was propped against the bar, sipping on a glass of whiskey. Even leaning like this, he was easily a head taller than Lars which made something twist and turn in the pit of Lars’ stomach. Lars noticed that the man was eyeing him back, and that gave him the courage to speak to him. “Hey, what’s up? Having a good time?”
The man smiled, and Lars felt a thin sheen of sweat bloom under the collar of his t-shirt. His smile was absolutely irresistible, dimples flashing and wrinkles fanning at the corners of his eyes. “Yeah, it’s so nice to be here! Haven’t been here in ages, but this place still got it,” he answered in a deep rumbling voice that Lars could only qualify as very sensual. The man’s voice just added to his already impressive sex appeal, and Lars couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I noticed you had an accent. Where are you from?” The man asked.
Lars blushed; was his accent this thick and obvious? He rubbed a hand against his neck. “I’m from Denmark,” he told the man, giving him a look from underneath his lashes. He secretly hoped the fact that he was a foreigner would attract the man’s curiosity.
“Wow, that’s really neat, kid. I’ve heard that Denmark is a beautiful country. What brings you here?” There was honest interest in his vivid blue eyes, and Lars was so pleased. On top of being sexy as hell, he really seemed to want to engage in a discussion. Maybe Lars was imagining things, but he could feel a tension between them, some kind of intangible attraction. Lars had no way of knowing if the man was into dudes but whatever! He could still hope to get to know him a bit.
“I’m here for college, actually. I play tennis for the team. California is different from home, but I like it so far,” Lars answered. The man was smiling again, and Lars offered his hand. “My name’s Lars, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Lars. I’m James.” The man shook his hand with a firm grip. His hand was very large, practically engulfing Lars’ whole hand. Lars noticed he had tattoos on his hands, too. Riff Life. Must be a musician, Lars thought.
James’ gaze raked Lars from top to bottom and back again. “Really cool that you play tennis. I should’ve guessed though by looking at your shoes.” James eyed the shoes with another quick smile. Lars couldn’t be older than 20; he really looked boyish but had an interesting face with plump heart shaped lips and expressive green eyes. His brown hair was shoulder length, and he had bangs which somehow made him look even younger. He was slightly built with narrow shoulders and waist, but he looked fit from all the training he did. His snug jeans left little to the imagination, and James felt something inside him stir. It had been a very long while since he’d felt this kind of desire for a man, and he instantly felt guilty. The kid was young enough to be his son. How pathetic of him!
Lars laughed. “Yeah, I didn’t have anything else to wear. I just finished practice before coming here with my friend, Kirk.” Lars pointed Kirk’s way, and James thought that the other young man looked like an artist with his long curly hair. “I noticed the tattoos on your hands. You a musician?”
“Yes, indeed. I play the guitar in a local band. We usually perform on Friday nights in different bars around town. You guys should come see us sometime,” James answered. Lars couldn’t help but notice the spark in his eyes when he spoke about his band. Despite their very pronounced age gap, they seemed to have common interests.
“Of course, I’d love to!” Lars exclaimed. He was drawn to James and really wanted to see him again. “I also play in a band with Kirk. I’m a drummer, though.”
“That’s awesome! You really are full of surprises,” James said with a flirty smirk. Lars felt his heartbeat accelerate, and shame on him, but the expression on James’ face wasn’t leaving his mind anytime soon. It really screamed daddy. Lars fought hard to keep his composure, and he decided he’d had enough emotions for the night. It was time for him to leave before he made a fool of himself in front of James.
“Haha, yeah, I guess so,” Lars chuckled. “Do you mind if we exchange numbers? I’ll, uh… So you can maybe text me where you’ll be playing with your band?” He didn’t want James to get the wrong idea… Or maybe he didn’t really care, but he didn’t want to look like a completely desperate idiot. He didn’t want to look too easy in front of a man he’d just met minutes ago. That really wasn’t a good look.
“Sure, I don’t mind at all,” James drawled as he shared his phone number with him. Lars thanked him, wished him a good night, and went back to join his friend. James took another sip of his whiskey as he watched Lars leave. The skinny jeans Lars was wearing really made his ass look good.
***
Later that night, when he was all alone in his room, Lars couldn’t stop thoughts of James invading his mind. He tossed and turned as he imagined James there with him, skin feeling extra tight and hot. He was a sweltering mess, so he pushed the sheets aside, exposing his naked body to the cooler air of the room.
He imagined James wearing his biker jacket and nothing else. He had that expression on his face, a hint of a smirk and a knowing glint in his captivating eyes. Lars imagined what he must look like reclining in a chair, all long shapely legs and big fat cock on display. Of course, he had no way of knowing what his cock really looked like (silly him!), but for some reason, he was sure it was really, really big. James just exuded big dick energy as Kirk had assured him when they left the bar. That thought had haunted Lars, and he blamed his friend for feeding his already very horny mind.
James would tug on his cock with an equally big hand. He could picture the alluring tattoos rising and falling with rhythmic intensity. God! Everything about this man drove Lars insane and he didn’t even know him. He was 22-years old, and his hormones were all over the place, which probably explained why he was reacting so intensely to James. Or maybe it wasn’t his fault? Maybe James was just that goddamn sexy and magnetic. Kirk sure had seemed under his spell too, judging by the way he’d talked about him with Lars on their way back to the dorms. “Did you see how fucking fit he was? You’ve got to get him naked, Lars!”
Lars’ mind was reeling with visuals of James naked. I bet he’s hairy in all the right places. A hint of pale hair on his chest, a bit traveling down his belly button to frame his cock… Lars’ mouth watered, and his own dick hardened as he thought about getting on his knees and pleasuring James. In his dirty imagination, James’ skin was gleaming with a bit of sweat, some drops here and there on his broad chest, slithering down to his navel, a dewey sheen on his thighs. If James only knew how much of a slut Lars already was for him when they were nothing more than strangers, he’d be astounded.
Lars couldn’t resist wrapping his hand around his dick as he imagined James threading his fingers through his hair and directing him closer to his thick rod of a cock. Lars would open up eagerly and try to take as much of him inside his mouth as he could, but he was just too damn big. He’d gag around the mouthful, eyes tearing up in the process.
“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Couldn’t have guessed you were so good at sucking cock, kid.” The words echoed in Lars’ mind, all said in the deep drawl that had ignited such want in him. It was all so wrong. There was something just so forbidden about the whole idea of having sex with a man probably three decades older than he was. It made Lars feel absolutely wrecked and had him jerking his cock faster. He could see it all in his mind’s eye: James praising him, calling him kid and baby (maybe baby boy), gently cupping and stroking his tear-stained cheek as Lars tried to get his cock as far as he could down his throat. “It’s ok, baby. You’re doing so good. Such a good boy for me.”
Lars twisted on his small bunk bed, muffling his moans behind his own palm as he tugged with abandon on his dick. The pressure in his balls was so intense that it was almost painful; he could feel it all the way up his abdomen. He was now imagining what it would feel like to be seated on James’ lap, like a good boy, as the older man sucked on his earlobe and whispered filthy things in his ear. Lars would bury his heated face into James’ neck where he had another tattoo, a winged skull, and he’d helplessly whimper. His arms would be wrapped around James’ neck, anchoring himself as best as he could as his body was assaulted by delicious sensations. James would finger him, two large fingers buried to the last knuckles inside his ass. His other arm would be wrapped around Lars’ waist, holding him firmly in place. Putting Lars right where James wanted him, just because he could.
Lars had experimented with Kirk, so he knew how good fingers could feel up his ass, igniting the most intense pleasure with just a few strokes. It felt even better than a hand on his dick. He could only imagine how big rough fingers like James’ would feel up there. He imagined James’ rich voice, commanding, “Yeah, that’s it. You be good and come for daddy.” The thought — so dirty, forbidden, wrong — pushed Lars over the edge.
Lars came into his tight fist with a cry trapped beneath his palm, imagining James’ piercing blue eyes on him all the while. It was as if those eyes were etched in his mind forever, and now he wanted to see them again and again. Looking at him, devouring him, burning him alive. He went limp, both of his arms falling heavily at his sides. He took a deep breath, laughing shakily at how all of this was so, so stupid. His head was swimming, the post-orgasmic haze so thick, and his eyes could only blink open lazily as he looked at the ceiling.
He was so fucked.
Notes:
I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! ☺️💕 There is much more to come (no pun intended). 🤭 I’m very excited to bring you on this ride with me! Sugar daddy James and baby boy Lars just had to have their own AU. 😏😍
Chapter 2
Notes:
Hi, my dear readers! I'm so sorry for taking longer than expected. 🥲 In the future, I feel like I'll be updating this story every two weeks or so. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this new chapter! 😉💕 Let's just say that it's very easy for me to understand Lars' feelings, hehehe. 😏🙈 Thank you so much again for all the feedback you've all given me for the first chapter! It really is amazing to hear your thoughts, and it sure fuels my inspiration. 🤩
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The following week, Lars found it very difficult to concentrate in class and on the tennis court. Kirk often caught him daydreaming about James in class which led Kirk to tease him endlessly. Kirk also caught him writing James with a series of hearts in one of his notebooks, like a total schoolgirl. This was silly, to say the least, but Lars loved the giddy feeling that came with the thought of James. He compulsively checked his phone, hoping for a text from the man of his fantasies. But none came. Lars was starting to wonder if James had completely forgotten about him, and he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t care. Because he really hoped he was on James’ mind just as much as James was on his.
A week passed with no word from James. By the following Thursday evening he’d just about given up hope. Lars had just finished showering after tennis practice when his phone vibrated with a new text message. Lars practically jumped out of the shower as he grabbed for his phone sitting on the bathroom counter. Lars’ heartbeat accelerated as he unlocked it and saw that it was indeed the highly anticipated message from James. It had only been ten days since they’d met, but it had felt like ages.
Hey, Lars! I’m sorry for not texting sooner. I hope you’re doing ok and college isn’t too rough on you. :) As promised, here’s the info concerning our next gig. It’ll be this Saturday, starting at 9 pm at the Fuel Bar. Hope to see you there with your friend Kirk. See ya soon!
Lars was all smiles as he read James’ message. He couldn’t believe James remembered Kirk’s name, and that really pleased Lars. The message was so well written, with no mistakes whatsoever, that it left Lars wondering if James was a poet or songwriter. Lars re-read the message again; James was really inviting him to his gig! Lars couldn’t be more excited; Saturday couldn’t come soon enough! He hurried to text back, biting on his lip as he battled the urge to tell James that thoughts of him had made college rough:
Awesome! Thank you for inviting me. I’ll be there for sure!!! See you soon! :D
In his excitement, Lars dried himself off quickly and then almost ran out of the bathroom to Kirk’s room, gripping at the towel around his waist while holding his phone in the other.
He burst through Kirk’s door. His friend was lying on his bed, listening to music on his earphones, but the loud noise startled him into a sitting position. When he saw a half naked Lars enter his room with a big smile on his face, he took his earphones out in a rush.
“Kirk, hey! Guess what?” Lars exclaimed. “I just got a message from James! He’s inviting us to his gig this Saturday!” He was practically bouncing with joy, waving his phone in the air. He couldn’t resist jumping right onto Kirk’s bed, towel flying out of the way. Kirk was laughing at him, and Lars didn’t care in the least about his nudity, especially in front of his trusted friend.
“We’re going, right?” Kirk asked just to fool around a bit with him.
“Fuck yeah, we are! What kind of question is that?”
“You better wear something when we go there,” Kirk chuckled as he poked Lars in the ribs with a finger. “I know you want to be naked ASAP with Mr. James, but first things first; we’ll find you something nice to wear!” Lars was laughing along with his friend, but he felt himself blushing at his comments.
Kirk really could read him like an open book.
****
Lars ended up wearing a Black Sabbath, sleeveless t-shirt, a belt with a chain dangling down his leg, and a pair of ripped at the knees black jeans. And for once, he wasn’t wearing his tennis shoes but brand new Dr. Martens boots he’d bought with Kirk the day before. He and Kirk had both put on a bit of eyeliner and painted their nails black. He was also wearing a leather cuff and a few bracelets on his wrists. His bangs were all over the place and his long hair was a bit of a mess, so he looked every bit the edgy kid.
Lars was currently watching a Native American man with a bass guitar positioning the amps, microphones, and everything else on the stage. He had been told by a guy their age that he was a member of James’ band, Oblivion. James wasn’t on the stage yet, but Lars was expecting to see him anytime now. He could feel the anticipation building inside him, so he’d ordered a beer to calm his nerves.
The Fuel Bar was a medium sized venue filled with heavy metal enthusiasts. Everyone here had a unique, alternative style, and it made Lars happy to see all these people assembled in one place. The crowd was similar to the one at the biker bar where he’d met James, and he really liked that atmosphere. Kirk was standing next to him, by the bar, and chatting with the barmaid. She was currently saying that the place was packed because Oblivion was “Just so damn good and wait till you see James Hetfield; he is one sexy motherfucker, I tell ya!” Lars now knew James’ last name, and that made him feel more excited than he should… Mr. Hetfield. It was just a name, but somehow, this one was special.
Motörhead’s Ace of Spades was loudly playing in the background, so Kirk leaned against him to ask, “Are you excited to see Mr. James Hetfield?” Kirk had a teasing smile pulling at the corners of his lips and a sparkle in his dark eyes. Lars wanted to laugh, but all he could manage was an overly excited nod.
At this precise moment, a few guitar chords were strummed, and Lars’ attention was brought to the stage where all the band was gathered except for James. People had gotten closer to the stage, and Lars felt compelled to get closer too, tugging Kirk along with him. They got about halfway there when people started cheering and clapping eagerly. Lars was riveted to the spot when he saw the tall and broad-shouldered figure of the man who had been the star of every single one of his wet dreams of late stepping onto the stage.
James was wearing a leather jacket with buttons opened down the middle to reveal a bit of chest, matching leather pants, and cowboy boots peeking from underneath the hem of his pants. Lars nearly lost it. It was as if all of his senses were inflamed. James was radiating power as he stood there with his legs spread wide, jamming on his white v-shaped guitar. And then, as if it weren’t enough, he got close to the mic and started singing. His voice sounded harsh but also warm; it was the sexiest drawl, and Lars was captivated by it. He really knew how to sing and play the guitar; Lars couldn’t believe James wasn’t a famous rockstar with the amount of talent he had.
When he sang, he closed his eyes but would open them at key moments to look right at the crowd with such intensity and fire in them. The music was aggressive and loud and everything Lars loved. He watched as the guys on stage gave their all for the crowd; they truly played with undeniable passion. James looked like he owned the stage; he had this aura around him that seemed to drive people wild. His pale hair was the only sign of his mature age because he was fit and agile as a young man. Lars couldn’t take his eyes off of him, captivated by his every movement. It strangely felt like a very intimate and personal experience to watch and hear him sing his heart out as he furiously strummed the chords on his guitar.
At some point toward the end of the performance, James made eye contact with Lars. Lars’ heart was in his throat as those fierce blue eyes penetrated him to his very soul. He could feel the frenzied butterflies in his stomach, and he just knew that he was caught and helpless under James’ spell. Kirk was headbanging to the rhythm of the drums and jumping around, and he thankfully didn’t notice how ridiculous and awestruck Lars probably looked. Kirk would have teased Lars mercilessly for it. As if it wasn’t enough, James winked at him when he broke eye contact to turn his attention to a particularly heavy riff.
That wink nearly had Lars’ knees giving way. He steadied himself on Kirk, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders and bringing him close. Kirk stopped bouncing around and turned to smile at him. Lars smiled back, but all he could think about was the fact that James had noticed him and winked knowingly at him. It probably didn’t mean anything, but Lars couldn’t get it out of his head for the rest of the evening.
When the show was over, Lars and Kirk went back to the bar. Kirk kept telling Lars that they had to go check backstage to find James, but Lars thought it wiser to wait for the man to join them at the bar. Lars didn’t want to look like a complete creep just yet. He was about to order another beer when he heard a now familiar deep voice just right behind him. “Three Coors, please! Keep the change.”
James paid for the order. Lars looked up at him, and he felt dwarfed by James’ imposing size and strength. He had to muster all of his self restraint not to look too affected by this. James looked insanely sexy, cheeks slightly reddened, a bit of sweat on his forehead, and hair ruffled after rocking the stage. His smell was still intoxicating and undeniably masculine, and Lars would have given an arm and a leg to bury his face in James’ broad chest to smell and feel him. He was shaken out of his increasingly dirty thoughts when James handed him and Kirk their beers.
“Thank you so much for the beers! You looked so badass up there, man!” Kirk exclaimed, sparing Lars the embarrassment of talking with a mouth dry like the Sahara desert. Lars took his chance to gulp down some beer.
“Yeah, you were amazing,” Lars added once he’d swallowed and washed away his uncharacteristic nervousness. “I can’t believe how talented you are!”
To Lars' utter surprise, he noticed a blush on James’ cheeks. “Thanks, you guys. It really means a lot! I love being up there, on stage, and I’m glad you guys came to see us play.” James looked at Kirk and then, his eyes lingered on Lars. “Nice shirt. Really love Black Sabbath!”
“Oh, thanks! But you know what? I think your band might be just as good as they were!” Lars blurted which earned him a big, sincere laugh from James. James’ whole face lit up when he laughed and smiled like that, and Lars found himself wanting to make him laugh all the time.
“That’s literally the best compliment we’ve gotten in a very long time,” James said.
“Oh, I mean it! Your riffs were so sick, too. I was impressed.”
“You flatter me too much, Lars. You made my night!” James said.
If only you knew how often you make my nights, Lars thought. He might be wrong but from the way James was looking at him, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he’d rocked a few of James’ nights as well.
“Are you free tonight?” Lars asked on an impulse.
“In fact, I am! Hadn’t planned anything with the guys afterwards. If you two are up to it, I heard there’s a really great ice cream shop that opened down the street.” James suggested. Lars felt something warm and fuzzy inside him at the thought of having an ice cream with James; it really was an extra sweet idea that contrasted with the man who exuded raw, vicious power on stage moments ago.
“Oh, yes! He totally is down,” Kirk answered for Lars. He probably noticed how dreamy Lars must have looked. “But I’ll let you guys go together, I’ve got a party to head out to.”
Of course, he was lying, but Lars appreciated that his friend was opening the way for him to have some alone time with James. Kirk wrapped his arm around Lars’ shoulders and kissed him on the cheek before drinking the last of his beer.
“Thanks again for the beer, man! You rock!” And with the sign of the horns, Kirk was off.
“Kirk is always a little extra, don’t mind him,” Lars told James before adding with a giggle, “But so am I.”
“Ah, I can see that! You guys really seem like the best of friends.”
“And we really are! Kirk has been my friend ever since I got to college. He was the first friend I made, and now, we’re band mates… And roommates, haha!”
It was a subject Lars always loved talking about, and James would soon find out how talkative the young man could be. James listened and asked him questions, genuinely intrigued by Lars’ college stories. With that discussion well underway, James and Lars drank their beers and then left the Fuel Bar for the ice cream shop.
***
“Oh, wow! That ice cream really is good. It reminds me of ice cream we make in Denmark,” Lars said in between two mouthfuls of strawberry ice cream. “Thank you so much for that!” James had offered to pay for it, and Lars hadn’t been able to resist. His mom had always warned him about accepting gifts from people, but there was just something about James that put Lars at ease. Maybe it was his smile and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. Or maybe it was just that Lars secretly loved being spoiled by a drop dead gorgeous older man. Either way, he was positively giddy as he licked his ice cream and walked down the street with James.
“My pleasure, Lars. I’m glad you like it! It really is good, almost like homemade ice cream.” James had gone for vanilla with caramel swirls. Seeing Lars happy made something inside him warm and melt. He was enjoying Lars’ company perhaps more than he should, but it really felt good being with someone young and full of life. Such a contrast to his previous relationship which had lasted most of his adult life. The last few years, following the divorce, had been rough on James’ mental health. As he looked at Lars with his disheveled hair and eyes full of mirth, he couldn’t help but feel a tug at his protective instincts. Was he having a fucking midlife crisis? Maybe.
They reached a bench and agreed to sit a bit to enjoy their treat. As they sat down, Lars inadvertently nudged James’ knee with his. His thigh and knee were much narrower than James’. Once again, Lars felt hot in the pit of his stomach. He looked up to see James’ chiseled facial features, and all he wanted was to straddle his muscular thighs and kiss him deeply. His reason overruled his lust, and he decided to ask one of his burning questions instead. “So, James… I’ve been talking and talking, but I want to hear more about you! Besides the band, what do you do for a living?”
James took a moment to answer. He knew this was coming, but he wasn’t always prepared to discuss personal things with people. He always felt like his stories were a burden to hear. Lars was young and seemed open minded, and James felt comfortable enough to share some of his life with Lars, avoiding the more negative bits. “Well, I’ve done many jobs in my life. You know, when you’re 60, you’ve been around the block quite a few times. I used to work for a record company, but now, I own a few Harley Davidson stores around the Bay Area.”
“Oh, that’s awesome! So you’re like the manager and all?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much it,” James said with a laugh.
“I bet you’ve got a motorcycle.”
“Indeed I do! More than one. Probably more than I actually need. I’ll take you on a ride sometime, if you want.”
“I’d love that!” Lars looked fascinated with that bit of information.
“Have you ever ridden one before?”
Lars shook his head.
“I see. Well, as I said, we’ll change that soon enough if you’d like.”
“Of course I’d like to!” Lars was imagining wrapping his arms around James’ strong chest, nestling himself against his back … Thankfully, he shook himself out of that fantasy before he could embarrass himself.
“Hey, while I’m thinking of it, how did you and Kirk get to the bar? The college is nowhere near here.” James sounded a bit like a dad, but to Lars’ shame, that didn’t turn him off in the least.
“Yeah, we took the bus.”
“Well, it’s settled then! Your first bike ride is happening tonight; I’ll give you a lift back to college.”
***
“Now, hold on tight!” James warned as he started the engine.
Lars didn’t need to be told twice. He held tightly onto James as he seated himself on his chopper, and damn if that didn’t feel nice! Another of his fantasies coming to life…
James pressed on the gas, and off they went onto the California boulevards. Lars’ upper body was pressed against James’ leather jacket, and his arms were wrapped around his waist. He felt tiny nestled against the much bigger man, but it was an exhilarating feeling. He also felt the warmth and strength radiating off of James. Lars could only hope that one day, perhaps, he’d get to bury his nose at the nape of James’ neck or in his silver hair.
Or maybe one day, James would bend him over his bike and have his way with him. Pounding into him and growling dirty things mixed with praise into his ear. He could imagine James doing it all clothed in leather with only his dick jutting obscenely out of his pants while he was completely naked. He could feel himself hardening in his tight jeans as the fantasy played out in his mind.
Oh, no! Not now! He willed his entire body and soul toward other thoughts. Thoughts of his mother usually dampened his growing arousal, but Lars could feel the blood rushing dangerously south as the vibrations of the motorcycle did little to quell his desire. What if James was actually straight and hated gays? He just hoped to God James didn’t notice!
For the rest of the ride, Lars found himself sweltering despite the night’s refreshing coolness and breeze from their passage. In an effort to hide his hard on, he moved his crotch away from James’ lower back, but he was still holding onto James’ waist which did all sorts of things to fuel his ripe imagination. It wasn’t long before they arrived in front of the main college building. James parked his chopper on the side of the road and turned off the loud engine so they could hear each other better. “So, how was it?” He asked.
“It was awesome! I really loved it,” Lars blurted immediately. He wasn’t lying, he really had enjoyed the ride, but it had been the sweetest kind of torture. He couldn’t admit that though. “Thank you so much for the ride. And the ice cream.”
James reached out with his large hand to squeeze Lars’ upper arm, still wrapped around him, and Lars felt his heart jump. “I’m really glad you did. I hope we’ll see each other again. You take care now and be safe,” James said, voice rumbling much like his bike, and Lars could definitely make out the sincerity in his tone.
“Yeah, I will, and I really hope to see you again, too. Thanks for everything, James.” Lars climbed off the motorcycle and waved goodbye as he headed for the dorms. He noticed how James’ long legs extended on each side of the bike, his boots easily touching the ground. He just looked so effortlessly sexy — all leather, tattoos, and confidence. James waved back at him, a smile on his lips that made Lars feel all warm and giddy on the inside.
Chapter 3
Notes:
Hey, my dear readers! 🥳 Here's another chapter, coming in much more quickly this time, hehehe. Next Friday, I'm seeing Metallica live in Montreal, and I'm positively DYING with excitement!!! AHHHH!!! 😍🔥 Let's hope I don't faint when James steps onto the stage... 🥵
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The weeks went by and each time James invited Lars to one of his gigs, the young man would show up with all his contagious energy. James would then invite him to do something after the gig, whether it be a walk through town or on the beach. James was thoroughly enjoying Lars’ company; he couldn’t get enough of hearing his stories which always seemed to include some element of drama. Lars had done and seen way more in his young life than James had when he was that age, and it was refreshing to meet someone like him. James also found himself craving Lars’ expressive smile and eyes. Maybe he was reading too much into it, but the way Lars would look longingly at him hinted that perhaps, he was into James just as much as James was into him.
But it was more than innocent, platonic attraction; James surprised himself by thinking of Lars in the most surprisingly carnal manner. He’d wake up hard and aching, something that hadn’t happened in a while. His libido wasn’t as strong as it used to be, but Lars seemed to revive it in the most ardent of ways. James’ skin felt too hot and too tight as he’d make his way to the bathroom with a raging hard on.
When he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw wrinkles and all the changes time had wrought. He exercised on a daily basis which meant that he was lean and muscular, but his skin wasn’t exactly as taut as it used to be… Especially down there. James would cup his heavy and slightly saggy balls and imagine what Lars would think. Imagining Lars’ curious eyes — and even more curious fingers — exploring those balls was enough to make his cock throb.
In the shower, he’d jerk one out with thoughts of Lars’ eager hands and his tight little body rubbing all over him. He’d try to picture what Lars would look like in his arms, clinging to him as James would caress his back and ass before taking his cock in hand. His heart shaped lips would part on soft pants, his eyes would scrunch closed, and his eyebrows would furrow with the pleasure brought by James’ hands. Such a pretty baby, lemme take care of you. Was Lars into that? Was he actually turned on by their astounding age gap? That feel good, huh, baby? James’ head spun as he imagined Lars moaning and whining as he took care of him. He’d suck kisses all over Lars’ slender neck, kissing down to his chest and nipples. With these thoughts on his mind, James’ would jerk his cock faster until he came all over his fist, grunting harshly. The thought of having sex with Lars was all so forbidden, but that is precisely what made it so exciting.
And each time James would see Lars again, the tension between them would mount. It seemed as though the air around them was thick with possibilities of more, yet both of them seemed wary of crossing the line. He really had to get to the bottom of things, as he had a tendency to do, so he was thinking about inviting Lars on a true date. But before making his move, he wanted to talk about it with his very good friend, Rob. Rob was Oblivion’s bass player, but he was more than a bandmate; he’d been James’ best friend for the past 25 years. He’d been there for James through the good, the bad, and the ugly. Anytime he needed someone to talk to, James went to Rob.
So it was no surprise that he invited his friend to his place to hang out and talk about the young man who had been haunting his days and nights. It was a Sunday afternoon, and they were sitting in the backyard, in the shade of trees and close to the pool. James had a very nice home, not too far from the beach, and shielded by lots of tall trees. He was smoking a cigar, and Rob was drinking a glass of tequila. They were talking about all sorts of mundane things, how Rob’s kids were doing, how James’ job was going, but James hadn’t broached the subject of Lars just yet. He must have looked pensive as he took a drag of his cigar, because Rob, ever perceptive, asked,“Hey, buddy, is there something you’re not telling me? It seems like you’ve got lots on your mind. Is that why I’m here?”
James chuckled, shaking his head at this friend. “You really always know what’s up, don’t ya?” That earned him a knowing smile from Rob. “Well, you’re right. I’ve been seeing this… Guy.” Rob knew about James’ adventures with other men, so it wasn’t really a big revelation although James left out the fact that this particular guy was young enough to be his son.
“Okay, let me guess… Is it that long-haired, cheeky dude who’s been coming to all our gigs lately?” Aw, shit, there it was! Rob really must have magical powers or something because there was no hiding anything from him.
“Uh, yeah, that’s him,” James admitted, trying to mask his growing embarrassment at being so easily discovered with another drag on the cigar.
“He’s really young,” Rob said, stating the obvious. “But judging from the way he’s been looking at you with hearts in his eyes, he’s probably into older guys.” Rob was laughing, and James couldn’t help but laugh along, too. James would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he was pleased with the fact that he could still be considered attractive at 60. He often struggled with his self-esteem and image, but it made pride bloom inside him to know that a gorgeous young man like Lars could be into him. He already had suspected that Lars was awestruck and maybe a little fascinated by him, but it felt good to hear Rob voice his thoughts. “What’s his name?”
“His name’s Lars.”
“Where is he from with a name like that? It sounds like a Viking’s name.”
“Well, you’re quite right. He’s from Denmark, and he’s here for college. He plays tennis and he’s a drummer in a band with his friend, Kirk. Kirk’s also been coming to lots of our gigs. He’s the fella with the curly hair and tanned skin.” James watched the trees sway in the wind and felt the cool breeze caress his warm skin. He placed his cigar in the ashtray, taking a sip of iced tea instead. “I’ve gotten to know him better over the past few weeks, and he’s told me that his dad is actually a professional tennis player. I looked him up, and he’s quite famous.”
Rob’s eyes widened a little as James shared this information. “That’s a pretty cool story if I’ve ever heard one! I was about to warn you that this guy might be attracted to you for financial reasons, but that doesn’t really apply in this case, I guess.” Rob chuckled.
“Yeah, he’s pretty well off,” James stated. “I still feel that kind of weird urge to spoil him, though.”
“Oh, I see! You want to make him your sugar baby!”
James almost choked on his iced tea. He felt a blush creep up his cheeks at Rob’s playful yet definitely true observation. Rob was laughing at him, obviously enjoying that he had shaken James’ composure. James probably had a surprised look in his eyes because Rob couldn’t stop laughing. “I knew it, I knew it!” Rob kept repeating.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right, Rob. Always right,” James huffed underneath his breath. “But I haven’t asked you to come here to take the piss at me. I’ve summoned your presence for more important matters,” James said, trying to sound haughty, but that only earned him a light smack on his arm by Rob. “I wanted to have your opinion on whether or not I should invite Lars on a dinner date.”
Rob stopped laughing and became serious. “Of course you should! If only to get matters straight with him and see what he wants.”
“Alright, that settles it! I don’t want to seem like an old creep, though.”
“Hey, c’mon, man! Look at you! You’re the definition of hot daddy. You won’t seem like a creep, especially if what we think of young Lars is true. He seems really into you and that date will only confirm it.”
James smiled, content with what his friend had told him. He felt more confident now than he had been in the past few days when he’d been battling his lust for Lars and his hesitation at asking him on a more serious date. “I should have talked to you about this sooner, bud.”
“You know you can always count on me!”
***
James had chosen a pub for their date. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but the food really was delicious.
Throughout dinner, Lars had been devouring his meal with his mouth and James with his eyes. James was a mix of rugged and refined tonight, wearing a black, short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned down his chest to reveal a heavy silver chain. He had rings adorning his tattooed fingers and bracelets on his wrists. He also was wearing a pair of black denim pants that made his legs look endless. It all left Lars wishing for a bit of privacy to tell James just how much he wanted him.
They talked about all sorts of things but mostly about music. James loved talking about his art, and Lars learned a lot about James’ life through it. At some point in the conversation, Lars couldn’t help but ask James about his romantic life.
James tried to distract himself by fiddling with a napkin, but he couldn’t avoid the subject anymore; he had to be honest with Lars and tell him the truth. There was no way to sugar coat it, but he also intended to reassure Lars about the situation. “As you might expect from a guy my age, I’ve had serious relationships in the past. I was married to a woman for the past 25 years.”
Lars felt the breath leave him all at once; this information truly felt like a punch to his stomach. He tried to hide his shock as best as he could but judging from the way James was looking at him with something soft in his eyes, he mustn't have succeeded very well. “So, uh, you’re straight?” Lars asked in a rush. He didn’t want to dance around the subject, and he felt that his disappointment couldn’t possibly get any worse. It really felt like a cold shower had been dumped on him, but before he could panic further, James placed one of his big hands on Lars’ forearm. Lars’ breath caught in his throat like it always did when there was physical contact between them.
“Not exactly. I’ve been with men too, and my wife actually didn’t mind it that much in the beginning. As the years went on, though, we stopped getting along. The divorce was really rough on me since I’d spent such a big part of my life with her. She really was my best friend, and it hurt me to lose her.” James sounded sincere, and Lars’ initial disappointment was somewhat lessened as a sliver of hope came back. Lars felt like he still had his chance with him, and that was a comforting thought.
“Oh, I see,” Lars managed to say. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He was secretly pleased that James was no longer with his wife, but he did actually care that the other man had been hurt.
“Don’t be! It’s okay, I’ve made my peace, and I’m ready to move on,” James reassured, caressing Lars’ forearm with his hand. Lars felt hot under the collar, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the lust that was threatening to overtake all of his senses. James had literally given Lars the green light, and now, it felt like the possibilities were endless.
Of course, the dinner ended with James paying for both of them which did nothing to lessen Lars’ growing desire.
They walked to a cliff overlooking the sea, not far from the pub. The sun was setting, and the view was bathed in a soft orange light. Lars turned to face James, “Thank you so much for the dinner, James.” He could no longer resist his need to show James with more than words how truly thankful he was for every gift. He inched closer, got on the tip of his toes and kissed James on the cheek. Head tilted to look the much taller man in the eye, he added, “If only you knew how much I love spending time with you. I just can’t get enough.”
James felt something warm and full of pride bloom inside him. “Really? I’m so glad you do. I just have a bit of trouble imagining what a young guy like you sees in an old fart like me.”
Lars laughed and shook his head, “First, you’re not an old fart. Second, you’re so goddamn sexy. I like your gray hair and your laugh lines and everything else.” Lars added softly, with a coy look from underneath his lashes, “Fucking turns me on.”
James settled his hands on Lars’ hips; his hands felt huge, engulfing his hips in their strength and warmth. Lars took it as an invitation to capture James’ lips with his own, his arms wrapping around James’ neck to bring him down closer. At first, James seemed tentative; his lips felt slightly stiff, but they gradually opened up as Lars kept kissing them with all the desire he could muster. Lars sighed into the kiss as he felt James’ mustache tickling his upper lip. Lars arched his back, shuffling in close and feeling James’ crotch rub against his stomach. That intimate contact, made all the more pronounced by their dramatic height difference, was enough to harden Lars’ cock.
When Lars broke the kiss and got down from his tiptoes, his breathing was coming in low pants. He was excited, and the downright suave expression on James face wasn’t helping to still his heart. James’ eyes were a tumultuous shade of blue, the lighting of the setting sun made his facial features look even sharper, and his hair and skin seemed golden.
James' hands slowly stroked up and down the arch in Lars’ back. Lost in the sensation of these big hands, Lars closed his eyes, bit his lip, and unthinkingly gasped, “Oh, yes, daddy. Just like that.”
As soon as the words were out, Lars felt a furious blush creep up his cheeks. James stilled his hands, and Lars wanted to disappear; he’d never been so embarrassed in his whole life. “Oh, God, I’m so, so sorry,” he blurted as he moved away from James, turning his back to hide his face in his hands.
“Hey, Lars, it’s OK,” James reassured, swallowing thickly. He wasn’t gonna lie, hearing Lars call him daddy had stirred something very primal inside of him. James gently placed his hand on Lars’ shoulder, prompting Lars to stop trying to evade him. “Don’t be sorry. I’m just surprised. It was rather unexpected.” James laughed a bit. “But I actually… I think I like it.”
Lars’ eyes were fixed on the ground, but at James’ admission, his eyes snapped up to meet James’ heated gaze. He liked it? Had he heard correctly or was it just his treacherous mind making things up? “You… Like it?” Lars asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, I do.” James placed two fingers underneath Lars’ chin, tilting his head back. He then bent down to capture Lars’ lips in another kiss, this one much more hungry than the first. James took the lead this time, slipping his tongue to tangle with Lars’ own. Lars moaned into the kiss, and James was inflamed. He broke their heated embrace only to shower Lars’ neck with more kisses, still cupping his jaw with his hand. His skin felt so soft and hairless against James’ lips; it was all a reminder of how young Lars was.
“Oh, fuck, da-James, please, I …” Lars was a mess, cock painfully hard in his shorts. He wanted to rut against James’ thigh like a slut, but James’ hand on his neck and his other on his hip were holding him firmly in place. James could so effortlessly put him where he wanted, and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it but whimper.
“It’s ok, baby. Say it for me,” James demanded against Lars’ ear.
“Daddy,” Lars moaned.
“Yeah, that’s it. Good boy,” James drawled, his deep voice sending thrills up and down Lars’ spine. It all felt so wrong and yet so good.
Lars was overwhelmed by the fact that his dirty little secret was now known to James. James’ hands resumed their place at the small of his back, bringing Lars flush against his body. Lars could feel just how hard James also was — and just how much he was packing. The blush on Lars’ cheeks deepened as he imagined what that massive cock would feel like in his hands and elsewhere. It was a tease, and all Lars wanted was to pull James’ dick out of his pants.
But James kissed him on his temple and then moved away. Lars was left panting and confused. “I think that’s enough revelations and emotions for tonight, Lars.” James straightened his shirt, taking in a deep breath. He stroked Lars’ cheek. “I want us to do this right, not rush into things before we’ve had time to think about it.”
Part of Lars wanted to climb James like a tree and go right back at it but another part was thankful for James’ wisdom. He nodded, rubbing his cheek against James’ palm. “Yeah, you’re right. Lots of emotions.” He sighed and then giggled, proving James’ point perfectly. “I should probably be getting back home. Kirk’s gonna be worried I haven’t texted him for the past couple of hours.” Lars smiled at the thought of his friend refreshing the Snap Map over and over again to check his whereabouts.
“I like Kirk. You’re lucky to have such a protective friend.” James smiled before moving his hand away from Lars’ face. “I’ll get you back home.”
With that said, they walked back to the pub where James’ bike was parked. The ride back to college went smoothly, and Lars felt surprisingly at ease despite all the emotions he’d been through. Nuzzled against James’ back, he felt safe. He had a dreamy smile on his face as he thought about where they could take their relationship next. When they arrived in front of the main college building, James parked his bike on the side of the road and turned off the engine. Lars climbed down and so did James.
“You good for tonight?” James asked before adding with a wink, “Your little secret’s safe with me.”
Lars blushed as he was reminded of what had transpired between them. “Yeah, I’m good.”
“Alright, well… I’ll see you again soon.”
“Yes, you will, James. You’re always on my mind, you know?” Lars grabbed at the collar of James’ shirt with both hands and kissed him one last time.
“As you are on mine,” James hummed.
Chapter 4
Notes:
Hey, guys!!! Metallica was EPIC, and James was even sexier in real life than on the pictures, hihihi. 😍🤤🙈 He's just charm and sex incarnate! 🔥🔥 I'm sorry it's taken so long to update. 😭 I was just so overwhelmed by my emotions, and I started school again, so... Please forgive me! 😌 I hope this chapter was worth the wait! Thank you to every single one of you for all your love and support. You guys are the ones who keep me writing! ❤️
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When Lars had told James that he was always on his mind, he hadn’t lied. Every night and every morning, Lars’ uncontrollable desire for James overcame his entire being. He’d jerked off compulsively, and yet, his body didn’t feel drained at all. It was as if he had an endless supply of James fantasies to fuel his need, and it had become even more intense since last week’s revelations. Lars wondered what James would think if he saw him covered in his own come with his name on his lips. He’d gone through a whole box of tissues which meant he was subjected to Kirk’s teasing, “I’m thinking it’s not your nose that needed to be blown.” Although he tried his best to stay as quiet as possible when he pleasured himself, it was really hard hiding from his roommate.
“It’s Daddy James, isn’t it?” Kirk would ask when he’d see Lars’ blissed out expression in the morning. Of course, Lars had confided almost every detail to his friend about what had transpired on that fateful night.
The teasing and the fantasies went on, because despite the daily text messages they exchanged now, James still hadn't found time for a second date. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity but was actually less than a week later, Lars received a text from James inviting him for an afternoon at his place and dinner afterwards. But this time, James was going to cook for him. He wanted Lars to have a taste of the salmon he’d caught on a fishing trip earlier in the summer. The thought of James cooking for him was enough to make Lars swoon; if he wasn’t already in love with James, that sure did the trick. He was obsessed by the man, by every single aspect of him, and he wanted to be his baby boy more than anything else.
When Saturday came, Lars rushed to buy a bottle of wine for their dinner; he wanted to make a good impression on James. In very high spirits, Lars climbed on his bicycle with the bottle in his backpack and headed to James’ place.
***
“Wow, it’s so beautiful here!” Lars exclaimed as he stepped onto James’ patio. Trees bordered the property and framed the swimming pool on two sides, offering privacy. Some branches hung over the clear waters, dappling the sunlight and giving the place the look of an enchanted bower. A lavish garden bordered the rest of the pool and the patio. A large barbecue grill dominated the patio, and Lars could easily picture James grilling steak, muscular arms covered in ink as he flipped the meat. Couchs, chairs and planters interspersed around the patio, creating an inviting seating area. It was an idyllic setting. Lars could very easily imagine himself taking a dip in the swimming pool, lounging underneath a tree, and letting himself be spoiled by James every single day.
“Thanks, Lars. I really like it here, that’s for sure. I love the calm and being surrounded by nature.” James watched Lars who was standing there with a big smile on his face and his hands on his hips. The sun played across Lars’ long brown hair creating golden highlights that almost invited James’ touch to see if the strands were as soft as they looked. James’ eyes raked down Lars’ body. He wore a dark gray tank top that clung to him in the most delicious way. His slender legs were highlighted by a pair of rather indecent shorts that had James wondering if he hadn’t chosen them precisely to work him up. They were extra short and white which meant that little was left to the imagination; James could practically see the outline of Lars’ soft cock through them. Lars was slightly built, boyish in all his hard and bony features, and James felt a bit like a pervert for being so titillated by Lars’ youthful body.
James shook himself out of his thoughts by placing the pitcher of lemonade and the glasses he was holding on the small table by the patio couch.
“Take a seat,” James told Lars. Lars sat on the couch which was conveniently placed under a sun shade. James sat by the table where he poured each of them a glass of lemonade. Lars scooted closer, so close that his knee bumped into James’. With what had transpired between them last weekend, Lars felt emboldened to be his usual touchy-feely self. He took the glass from James’ hand when he offered it and gave him a kiss on the cheek, right where he had endearing acne scars — reminders from a long time ago when he was probably Lars’ age.
“Thank you, James,” Lars hummed before taking a sip. “Mmm, that’s so good!” He closed his eyes and moaned, which was kind of unnecessary, but he couldn’t help it. The lemonade was deliciously tart, and the fact that James had made it for him awakened that warm feeling of being cared for that he craved so intensely from James. James looked positively edible too in the blue and white plaid shirt that he was wearing, bunched at the forearms. Soft silver hair and sky blue eyes framed by pale eyebrows in the shade of the sun… It all stirred the forbidden lust for Daddy James that had taken a hold of Lars’ mind and body ever since they’d met.
“I had a feeling you liked lemonade,” James said, amused, as he took a sip himself. His heart jolted when he felt Lars’ hand on his thigh. James was ashamed at how powerfully he was reacting to Lars’ touch. He was a middle aged man, for fuck’s sake, and here he was getting flustered by the smallest of gestures! Lars truly had him wrapped around his little finger because he hadn’t felt this way since forever.
“I really do like it and especially because you’ve made it for me,” Lars assured. “I feel so spoiled by you.”
Spoiled. That word was enough to stir molten fire in the pit of James’ stomach. He really couldn’t resist playing along now that the floodgates had been opened. “Oh, is that so?” He teased which earned him a coy look from Lars. “I love spoiling you, kid. The pleasure really is all mine.”
Kid. Lars’ heartbeat was thundering in his ears, and he felt his cheeks heat up. “You know, it may sound stupid, but it drives me wild when you call me kid,” Lars admitted, underneath his breath. He took another drink of lemonade, the taste bright and sweet on his tongue, in an effort to quench his growing thirst. A seductive light burned in James’ eyes as he turned toward Lars, taking the glass of lemonade from Lars’ hand before he spilled it on the couch. James placed both of their glasses out of harm’s way on the side table.
“I see… I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Lars. In fact, constantly.” James drawled. “Thinking about what you said last time.”
Something hot slithered inside of Lars now that James brought up their previous date and the conversation they’d had. It was thrilling to think of James pleasuring and relieving himself while he remembered what Lars had called him. The thought was a massive turn on for Lars. He felt so dirty, biting on his bottom lip before asking the burning question, “Did you jerk off all week long to thoughts of me calling you daddy?”
James groaned, hands tightening into fists at his sides. “Fuck yeah, I did. If only you knew how many times, you’d think I’m an old perv.”
That earned him a burst of excited laughter from Lars. “You know I’d never think that.” He pressed himself against James’ side, whispering into his ear, “It’s literally the hottest thing — imagining you jerking off while thinking of me. All big and sexy as you fuck into your fist, thinking about fucking into me instead.”
James’ mind short circuited. Lars really had a dirty little mouth; his sexy European accent made the words sound extra filthy. “Come sit on my lap, kid,” James commanded. “Lemme me show you just how much I want ya.”
Lars didn’t have to be asked twice. The material of his shorts rode even further up his thighs as he straddled James. James could tell the young man was already aroused just by the way his chest rose rapidly with each breath and his cock tented his shorts. James’ desire spiked, and he couldn’t resist caressing Lars’ sensitive inner thighs with his hands, the tattoos on his fingers a stark contrast with the pale skin. “Why did you even wear these shorts, you tease? Was it to make me hard?” James asked in an accusing tone.
Lars’ breath caught in his throat at James' words said in that rough voice of his. James’ left eyebrow was arched, his eyes were darkened to a steely blue, and his lips were pursed slightly. He looked a bit disapproving of Lars’ naughtiness, and it only served to heighten Lars’ ardent need. He sneaked his hands into the open collar of James’ shirt to rub against the silvery chest hair there. He could feel James’ heartbeat picking up speed underneath his palms. “That’s right. Want you to bend me over and fucking use me, daddy,” Lars said before tracing the skull tattooed on the side of James’ neck with his tongue.
That ignited something primal and possessive in James. James’ hands moved to grasp at Lars’ ass, feeling just how small and firm it was. He’d have to take his time with Lars, pulling him apart slowly, because it would be very easy to hurt him. And that was something James definitely didn’t want to happen; all he wanted was to make Lars feel so good, give him the best fuck he ever had in his young life. “Daddy, huh? Do you have any idea how insane it makes me feel when you call me that?” James growled.
“Y-yeah, I think… Yeah,” Lars stuttered. He could feel James’ huge hands spreading on his asscheeks to cover almost the entirety of them. Lars grabbed at James’ collar and rolled his hips forward, crotch colliding with James’. James was hard already, and Lars couldn’t resist having a look at him; his pants looked like they were about to burst at the seams.
“Daddy wants to spoil his gorgeous boy, make him come so hard,” James rumbled. “That’s what would please me most.”
Lars was practically trembling. Those words, in James’ gravelly voice, almost had Lars coming in his pants like a teenager. He held onto James’ wide shoulders in an effort to ground himself. The feeling of James’ beefy thighs cushioning him, his warm hands groping Lars through his shorts; it was a lot to handle. He was high on the arousal coursing through him, and his cock was rock hard and throbbing insistently. Lars had a feeling he wouldn’t last long, and the embarrassment of it was enough to make his head spin. “Fuck, daddy, please, please, touch me,” Lars begged wantonly.
“Is this where you want me to touch you, sweet boy?” James asked teasingly as he engulfed the entirety of Lars’ cock with his palm. He rubbed him through his shorts, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric. James squeezed his fingers around the small bulge and felt Lars’ cock twitch against his palm. “So wet for me already,” James mused with a smirk.
“Oh, God, yes… Won’t last long,” Lars sighed, cheeks burning from the delicious shame of it. James’ hand moved away from his cock, and Lars felt tears of frustration well in the corners of his eyes. “Please, don’t stop! Come back!”
“We’ll have to work on your greediness, young man,” James chastised lightly, reminded once more that Lars was so much younger than he was and that he probably couldn’t hold off an orgasm for very long. “Stand up for me,” he ordered.
Lars complied, and James helped him remove his shorts. Not surprisingly, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Lars’ cock bounced free once James peeled the fabric off of him. Like everything else about Lars, his cock was small. Its skin was pale, tinted a soft shade of pink, and there was only the slightest bit of hair framing it. Precum had dribbled down the side of it, the head engorged and leaking. Lars looked very innocent like that, naked from the waist down and blushing. James wanted to reassure him. “Such a pretty cock for such a pretty boy,” James praised.
Lars shivered; he felt so pleased that these compliments came from James’ lips. He straddled James’ lap again, inadvertently brushing his dick against the harsh fabric of James’ denim pants. Lars threw his head back and moaned unabashedly, grasping at James’ shoulders in an effort to steady himself. James took pity on him and finally wrapped his hand around Lars’ raging hard cock; the rough calluses on his hand made Lars feel delirious with pleasure, his balls drawing up and the fire in his stomach spreading. James set a lascivious rhythm, up and down while thumbing at his sensitive cockhead. Lars’ cock was all sticky with precome which eased the friction. The slick sound of James’ hand pumping his cock echoed obscenely in Lars’ ears.
Lars’ cock looked even smaller with James’ hand wrapped around it, the tip of it not even making it past James’ enclosed fist. It truly was a wonder that such a small dick could bring so much pleasure to the young man writhing in James’ lap. James moved his free hand to knead one of Lars’ pert asscheeks, savoring the feel of the silky soft skin now that there wasn’t any fabric covering it. His fingers roamed over it, dipping ever so slightly into the crack. Lars cried out in bliss, clearly enjoying James’ every touch. “It’s ok, baby. You’re doing so well.”
“Ughhh, James, fuck! Your hands are just… So big and they feel so good. I want, I need them fucking everywhere.” His accent became so thick when he was this aroused, and James found it absolutely alluring. Lars was panting and moaning non-stop, and James had a fleeting thought that perhaps his neighbors would end up hearing him. He couldn’t help trailing his fingers deeper, grazing Lars’ tiny asshole with the tip of his index finger. Lars was shaking against him, clearly jolted by the light touch.
“You feel so tight down here,” James remarked, tapping teasingly on Lars’ rim. “Ever had cock up your ass, sweet baby?” Without any warning, James felt the possessive tugs at his gut return to burn hotly.
Lars’ eyes bugged a little, and his dick jumped into James’ fist. “I, ugh… No. Just my fingers,” he managed to whine, cheeks aflame under James’ fiery blue eyes. They were filled with the same intense fire Lars had seen in them when he was dominating the stage.
“Good boy,” James praised as he grasped Lars’ cock tighter in his hand, igniting sparks in its wake. “That feel good, hmm?” James' lips were slightly parted, and Lars couldn’t resist capturing them in a messy kiss. James didn’t have the plushest lips, but they were perfectly soft. James devoured his mouth before kissing a trail to his ear and nibbling on his earlobe. James’ mustache tickled the sensitive spot behind Lars’ ear which sent shivers down his spine. “You gonna come for me, Lars? Come like a good boy for daddy? I know you can.”
Lars was a hot mess. “Oh, yes, daddy; I want to come so bad. Fuck, I’m so close…” Lars drifted off, his mind foggy.
James pumped his hand a little faster, feeling Lars’ cock twitch in his fist. Lars’ eyes were scrunched shut, but James wanted his eyes on him. “Look at me, Lars.” Lars’ green eyes were glazed over as they locked with James’. He really was gorgeous like this, and all James wanted was to lavish him with the most exquisite pleasure. James trailed his hand from Lars’ ass up his spine and then buried it in Lars’ long hair. “Want to spoil you rotten, baby boy. Next time, I’ll take care of all your sensitive spots, I promise. Stroke your cock while I kiss and finger your pretty hole.”
“Oh, James, fuck, I… Oh!” Lars couldn’t believe the filthy things James was saying; it made the fire in his belly explode. This, coupled with James’ inked up hand expertly wringing his dick and his fiery blue eyes boring into his skin, was what did him in. With a few more tugs of James’ hand, Lars felt his cock engorge painfully, tears of ecstasy spilling down his cheeks. He cried out harshly and came harder than he had ever come before. He watched as rope after rope of come burst from his cock and landed all over James’ plaid shirt. Some spurts even landed on James’ hairy chest where it was exposed. Lars was panting rapidly, fucked out of his mind. “Oh, God, daddy,” he moaned, followed by a string of Danish words. He sagged in James’ arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his virile scent.
“Yeah, that’s it. So good for me, Lars,” James praised. James stroked Lars through it until his pretty little cock was completely spent and limp in his hand. Lars shivered from oversensitivity, so James removed his hand to hold the younger man in his arms. He kissed his temple, soothingly massaging his back with both hands. “How was it?” He asked, concerned. James wiped his hand on his shirt before cupping Lars’ face in his hands, brushing away the tears that had spilled down his cheeks.
“So good,” Lars mumbled, burrowing his face in the crook of James’ neck.
When Lars had regained some of his senses and straightened up, he inadvertently brushed James’ crotch with his hand. Despite his very recent orgasm, Lars felt the pangs of arousal tugging at his balls again. It really was insane how fucking horny he was, with no end in sight to his lust for James. He suddenly and powerfully wanted to get on his knees and suck James’ cock like his life depended on it. He palmed at James’ massive bulge, trying to work the button open. “Daddy, can I suck on your cock? Wanna thank you for all the pleasure you brought me.”
“Lars, you don’t have to. I can take care of this later,” James said as he took Lars’ hand in his, threading their fingers together.
“But please, I really, really want to,” Lars pleaded. He had such a desperate look in his eyes, eyebrows furrowed in the middle, and his lips looked so plump and inviting. It was very hard for James to refuse him, almost impossible. He stroked Lars’ cheek, letting his thumb brush over his lower lip.
“Alright, baby.” James’ voice turned husky, “Get on your knees and show me just how good that mouth feels.” Lars’ heart pounded in his ears as he obeyed James’ command. He got down on his knees, the patio floor a bit harsh under him, but he couldn’t care less. The blood was already rushing down to his cock, chubbing it back up at a dizzying speed. Lars was still oversensitive, and the rush left him lightheaded. He eagerly popped the button of James’ pants and lowered the zipper. He plunged his hand into James’ boxer shorts and pulled out the largest cock he’d ever seen, rock hard and leaking already.
“Oh, fuck, James!” Lars exclaimed, eyes wide. “I knew you’d be big, but not this big. You’re fucking perfect.” James’ cock was long and thick, and Lars’ fingers could barely wrap around its girth. It had prominent veins on the underside, and Lars ached to get his tongue all over them. The skin was rosy from increased blood flow, and the engorged head was already peeking from its foreskin. James’ balls were heavy and a bit wrinkled, but it only served to remind Lars of James’ age which was a forbidden thought that never failed to ignite a raging fire in him. To top it off, James’ cock was framed with a dusting of silvery hair on his pelvis.
James felt pride bloom inside his chest at Lars’ compliments and awestruck look. He watched as Lars’ small hand curled around his dick, the size difference between them very evident in this moment. Lars stroked him up and down, his other hand cupping and massaging his balls. James grunted harshly as sparks of need traveled from his balls to his lodge hotly in his stomach. He was surprised at how good Lars was at pleasuring a man, and he had a fleeting thought that Kirk might have been the lucky guy he experimented with. James felt possessiveness and desire mingle inside him at the thought of the two young men in the throes of passion together.
Lars’ eyes feasted on James. He watched as James’ big cock twitched in his hand, and a drop of precome blurted out of the slit. He stilled his movements to practically rip open James’ plaid shirt, revealing James’ strong physique in all its glory. His skin was tanned an enticing golden shade, hard pecs and abs now on full display for Lars to touch and rub. James moaned, all low and sexy in the back of his throat, when Lars teased his fingers over his nipples.
“Oh, daddy… You’re so hot, you know that? You’re such a stud!” Lars praised, admiration clear in his voice. He was delighted to notice how James’ cheeks reddened at his compliments. He pressed himself against that perfect older body and crushed his lips against James’. “Wanna suck on your cock so bad, daddy. Wanna please you so bad,” Lars whispered once they broke the kiss.
“If you’re as good at sucking cock as you are at talking, I’m sure I’ll be very satisfied,” James drawled with a smug smile. Lars was inflamed by the look on James’ face and his words. He looked so dominant and in control, and Lars truly was on his knees for him figuratively and literally. He sat back on his haunches and went for it, taking hold of James’ fat cock and swallowing it all in one go. It didn’t go quite as planned as Lars reflexively choked once James hit the back of his throat. He pulled off and coughed, very embarrassed by his pitiful performance.
“You got a little too excited there, huh, baby? It’s ok, take it slow,” James reassured his younger lover, thumb brushing the spit over his lower lip.
“I’m so sorry, daddy. You’re just so big,” Lars admitted, cheeks flaming.
“Don’t be sorry, Lars. One day, you’ll fit it all in. We’ll work on it.” Possessiveness had him adding, “Bet that Kirk isn’t exactly my size.”
Lars felt hot tendrils of shame lodge in his chest. How had James figured out he and Kirk were a little more than friends? Well, OK, it had probably shown in how handsy they were with each other when they went out. But really, bringing that up now? James’ snarky comment and smirk and the way his hand curled possessively around the back of Lars’ neck was a lot to take in. Lars’ whole body was on fire, and sweat trickled between his shoulder blades.
“That’s right. This is all so new to me, being with a big man like you. So fucking big in every way.” Lars took hold of James cock, rubbing his cheek from root to tip in adoration. He inhaled the heady smell of James’ arousal, all musk and raw masculinity. He moaned and directed the tip of James’ cock to leave sticky strings of precome on his chin. He pumped his hand, pulling the thin foreskin down to better lap at the flared head. He then sucked down on it, this time getting into his thirsty mouth only what he could take in without choking. He slurped around the girth of James’ cock, drool seeping past his lips to drip down James’ balls. It was sloppy and messy, but James didn’t seem to mind at all, judging from the harsh groans he was making.
“Oh, Lars… Your lips feel so perfect. You were born to be a good little cocksucker for daddy,” James praised. He was struck by how Lars would pull off to breathe and then rub his cock all over his baby soft cheeks. It seemed as if Lars was obsessed with his cock. James wanted to reward him and paint his face with his come. He said as much, “You’ll look so good with my come all over your pretty face.” James grunted harshly, inadvertently tightening his fingers into Lars’ hair as he arched his back, “So close.”
The dirty words utterly ruined Lars. James’ cock throbbed against his tongue, and the more he sucked and stroked it, the closer he brought James to a shattering finish. Lars watched with teary eyes as James took in a shaky breath. His mouth was full of James’ thick cockhead while his hand worked up and down the shaft. James made a low groan and pulled Lars’ mouth away with a wet pop, holding Lars in place by the hair. James came in thick white spurts all over Lars’ cheeks, chin, and lips. Lars moaned in satisfaction and kept on milking James’ cock through it.
James’ fingers twisted in Lars’ hair, and his stomach caved in as he came endlessly. Lars didn’t even close his eyes, maintaining eye contact with James as he reached his climax. It was truly an erotic vision to see the young man’s face marked with the evidence of his passion. Marking him as his awakened an urge long buried inside of James.
Lars watched it all with eager eyes; it really was just like in his dirtiest fantasies. James’ long legs were spread wide and his large cock was engorged to its fullest and jutted obscenely from his denim pants, spunk dribbling down the prominent veins on the underside. His chest was heaving and gleaming with sweat. The wrinkles on his face looked even more pronounced as his face contorted in bliss. Strands of silver hair stuck to the light sheen of sweat on his forehead, his cheeks were flushed from the orgasm, and his sharp jaw was all slack. He was everything Lars had ever dreamed of.
Watching James in ecstasy made Lars’ cock throb. He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed in an effort to relieve himself, but it only served to heighten his need. It only took him a couple of tugs, and he was rocked with his second orgasm of the afternoon. Only a few drops of come leaked down his knuckles, and his heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. This time, he truly was exhausted and felt drained. Lars fell forward, resting his cheek on James’ left thigh, right next to his spent dick. He felt James’ fingers petting his hair and heard him murmuring, “That’s my boy.”
Lars lost sense of time, head resting on James’ lap. When he regained a bit of consciousness, it dawned on him that his dreams had come true and that he finally had sex with James. That thought made him feel so deeply content, a smile blossoming on his lips.
And things got even better when James helped him back up to his feet and told him, “Come, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” James tucked his cock back into his pants and guided Lars inside, holding onto his hand as they walked toward the bathroom.
Once there, James used a towel warmed in hot water to gently cup Lars’ sensitive cock and wash the stickiness off of him. Lars’ knees felt weak as he watched James’ big hands holding his cock and balls. His caretaking intention was so different than earlier, but it was still such a fucking turn on. Lars tried to calm down by taking a deep breath and momentarily moving away from James to sit on the toilet seat. James’ eyes were filled with adoration as he knelt in front of Lars and continued to take care of him. James cleaned his face carefully and thoroughly, wiping away all traces of come and earlier tears. The towel felt so good on Lars’ cheeks, and it left him all fuzzy on the inside when James kissed his cheeks and forehead once they were completely clean.
“How do you feel? I hope I didn’t go too hard on you,” James said, concern clear in his voice. “All that talk about not rushing into things... But it’s so hard with you. You make me lose my mind, Lars. Gorgeous and young as you are. Still can’t believe you’re so into me.” He chuckled, warm and sincere.
Lars melted hearing that laugh that was so very James. James was all dimples when he smiled like that, and Lars couldn’t resist wrapping his arms around James’ neck. He pulled him close for a hug, feeling cherished.
“Thank you, James,” Lars whispered. “It was by far the best sex I’ve had in my whole life. Never had sex with an experienced man before. You're so insanely sexy and good to me. I love you.” There it was, Lars had said it; he loved James.
James felt a bit taken aback by Lars’ heartfelt admission, but he shouldn’t have expected any less from Lars; he truly wore his emotions on his sleeve. “Love you, too,” James found himself answering without thinking too much on it. I love yous didn’t come naturally to James, but with Lars, it was a different story. Lars’ easy affections were contagious, to say the least. James heard Lars moan with happiness, nuzzling his face against his neck, a place he seemed to love a lot.
They held onto each other until Lars’ stomach gurgled. “Oh, I think someone’s hungry.” James laughed as he broke their embrace. “But don’t you worry, the best salmon you’ll ever eat is waiting for you.”
Lars smiled dreamily as he took in the expression on James’ face: soft laugh lines, stunning smile and striking blue eyes. He could feel the excitement blooming inside him at the prospect of watching James cook for him… Perhaps with an apron around his waist.
Chapter 5
Notes:
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Lars sighed contently as he reclined on a comfy chair at the patio table. The soft ocean breeze caressed his skin pleasantly. He was still floating on the high of what had transpired between him and James that afternoon; it was almost too good to be true, and he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around it.
James had lent him one of his t-shirts, one with the Fox Racing logo on it. It was clearly oversized, but it smelled like James so Lars wasn’t about to complain. The smell on the fabric was so distinctively James, washed clean but still very masculine with remnants of smoke, leather, and cologne. Lars instinctively buried his nose in the hem, inhaling his scent. Lars wished he could bring it back to his dorm, a reminder of James to keep with him at all times.
Warmth settled in the pit of his stomach as he watched James grilling the salmon on the barbecue. James’ black tank top left his strong tattooed arms on display as he worked the grill, an apron that said King of the Barbecue in bold letters hung from his neck, covering him to almost his knees. It was such a dad thing to own. Lars’ eyes wandered to James’ narrow waist and the tie of the apron just above the curve of his ass. He sighed dreamily, imagining what James looked like completely naked.
Lars wondered who had gifted such an apron to James. Perhaps it was his ex-wife? That thought left Lars with a bittersweet feeling. He instantly brushed the feeling away; he didn’t want to spoil the mood, this precious moment between just the two of them.
James turned his way with a dazzling smile. “Almost ready!” He looked ridiculously happy to be cooking for Lars. Lars’ conflicting thoughts about James’ past were replaced by excitement. He really couldn’t wait to have a taste of James’ food.
Lars was shaken out of his thoughts, gloomy and otherwise, as he watched James plate the salmon alongside grilled potatoes and fresh vegetables from his garden. James presented the plates with a flourish, serving Lars first and then seating himself on the opposite side of the table. “Hope you enjoy!” James declared as he attacked his plate. He probably was just as hungry as Lars was after all the filthy things they’d done.
Lars took his first bite and moaned, “Mmm, that’s so good! Wow, it’s so much tastier than the ones we buy. I love it!” Lars couldn’t stop eating now that the delicious taste had taken a hold of him. In between bites, he added, “Love the way you grilled it, too. Thanks for cooking for me, James.” He felt his heart throb as he looked at James from across the table. James was so effortlessly gorgeous, all blue eyes and charming dimples, and Lars was weak for him. The intimacy of watching James eat made everything more real: the way he held the utensils, the way he cut the food, the way he chewed on it. Simple, little details, but Lars found himself wanting to see them everyday.
“I’m really glad you love it. I told ya, best salmon around!” James said proudly as he took a drink of white wine. “Thanks for bringing the wine. You really didn’t have to.” It seemed James didn’t expect anything in return from Lars — all he wanted was to spoil him — but Lars was glad he had apparently achieved his goal of making a good impression. He surely didn’t want to look like a brat who took everything for granted.
“Of course, James! It’s the least I could do.” Lars ate some of the sweet carrots on his plate and asked James to tell him all about his fishing trip.
James was very happy to recount the details. He and his friend Rob had gone up to Canada for their adventure. Salmon was abundant in British Columbia, and James had loved fishing the rivers close to the Rockies. The mountains were bigger and steeper further north, and his descriptions left Lars wanting to see them with his own eyes. Hopefully, with James.
His imagination spawned a fantasy of James as a wild man in the forest: rugged, dressed in camo, and carrying a knife. Lars knew he’d have nothing to fear with him around; James would protect him from any creature or from the hazards of the wilderness. He imagined them sleeping together in a fishing hut, James spooning Lars protectively. Holding him tight with his muscular arms wrapped around his chest. Perhaps, he’d take him from behind like this... James would grunt and sweat as he’d pound his ass, all savage and raw need, as primal as their surroundings.
James must have noticed Lars had drifted off because he chuckled knowingly, “Seems like you’re out in the clouds, Lars. Or should I say in the woods? Are my stories a little too boring?”
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Lars rushed to answer. “No, I love hearing them, it’s just that… I was imagining you as a lumberjack or something.” Lars giggled, cheeks reddening as he told a half lie.
“I see,” James drawled. “Maybe I could bring you along on my next trip. You’ll see what kind of a man I am in the wild.” Lars noticed the smirk stretching James’ lips, and it only served to fuel his naughty mind. What kind of a man. Jesus Christ, was James trying to kill him or what? A shiver slithered down Lars’ spine.
“I’d love to go,” Lars replied with a look from underneath his lashes. “I think we would discover lots of things about each other out there.”
“Indeed we would.” James winked before turning his attention back to the food on his plate. “It’s often in the wild that we find what we’re made of.”
They ate the rest of the meal in between bits of light conversation. It was fun and easy being with James. The more Lars learned about him, the more he felt completely at ease with him. It truly was the best way to end an afternoon filled with a whirlwind of emotions.
***
James impatiently paced the backstage area. He always got a bit nervous before a gig, no matter how many times he’d gone up on stage. He picked up his guitar and strummed a few cords, tuning it and making sure everything sounded right. Tonight was a big night; they were playing in an alternative club that was part dance floor, part lounge. Judging from the tickets they’d sold, the place was going to be packed.
As always, James had invited Lars and Kirk to come to the show. He stopped to look at himself in the mirror; he’d chosen to wear his most revealing leather vest — very tight and low cut at the neck. He’d chosen it precisely because he knew it wouldn’t leave Lars’ mind anytime soon. James took a deep breath, trying to calm the rapid beating of his heart. He could feel excitement building inside him at the thought of Lars’ bright eyes on him.
James turned on his heel and headed to the curtain off to the side of the stage. He pulled it out of the way a bit and peaked; he wanted to see if Lars had arrived. The place was buzzing with energy, and there were so many people all around that it was difficult at first for James to find Lars. But he did find him, reclining in a booth with a radiant smile on his lips. The booths lined up on each side of the dance floor, and there were lots of young goths and punks drinking and chatting in them. Canned music was playing loudly, lights were dim, and the air was hazy.
Not surprisingly, Lars was accompanied by Kirk who seemed to be having a good time, head thrown back as he laughed. There was another guy with them, though. He was standing by the booth with his hands in his pockets. James had never seen him before, but the first thing that caught his eye about him was his long mane of curly red hair. It was wild and thick, and James was impressed by it. The guy was athletic and tall, all long legs and slender waist. He was wearing awfully tight jeans and a plaid shirt open over a tank top. When he turned toward the stage, James could make out the smug smile he had on his full lips, and he didn’t like the energy that came off of him. Sure, he was a good looking guy, but he seemed like an arrogant troublemaker.
James watched as the redhead got closer to the booth. He felt a tug in his gut when he saw the expression on Lars’ face. Lars was looking up expectantly at the guy, and it left James with an uneasy feeling. The guy sat next to Lars, and his hands were instantly all over him, palming at Lars’ thighs. He leaned in close and captured Lars’ lips in a downright filthy kiss, eating his mouth with a hand wrapped around Lars’ throat. James couldn’t look away although he really wanted to. But he was riveted to the spot, watching the two of them make out in the booth. Lars didn’t even try to push the redhead away, letting him do whatever he wanted to him, right there in public for all to see.
Weirdly enough, James didn’t feel angry. Instead, his heart sank in his chest. He felt hurt and so, so stupid. Stupid for having believed that what he and Lars shared was deeper and more meaningful than just a good fuck. James must have been a dirty kink for Lars and nothing more. Now that Lars had gotten what he wanted from him, he could discard him like an old toy and move along to his next sexual escapade. All of James’ insecurities returned in full force.
To his relief, Kirk stepped in and pulled them away from each other. Kirk handed the impertinent guy a beer to distract him from Lars who was giggling and smiling. James couldn’t stand looking at Lars like this and had to turn away and concentrate as best as he could on what was to come. He really felt like an old fool who’d been tempted and strung along. It would be hard to go on with the show, but James vowed to himself that he’d turn his disappointment into anger on stage.
***
Lars hadn’t expected Dave to show up. He and Dave had had their ups and downs in the past. Dave had mainly been a fuck buddy, whenever the need arose, and Lars didn’t think too much of it. Dave, on the other hand, was aggressive and fiercely jealous of Lars which was one of the reasons Lars refused to get more serious. Lars loved the attention, but their little adventures had always seemed pretty meaningless to Lars. The sex was always over way too soon and nowhere near as gratifying and pleasurable as when he had James’ experienced hands all over him.
Lars felt a bit tipsy, and he blamed the beers for his weakness in letting Dave so easily take control. It was a convenient excuse, but Lars felt shame color his cheeks and regret pull at his heart nonetheless. He hoped to God that James hadn’t seen that! Before Lars began to stress too much, he tried to reassure himself that James was probably busy backstage. Since he’d met James, he didn’t want to continue messing around with either Dave or Kirk. Kirk had understood that, but although Lars had tried to explain to Dave that he had a new lover, it didn’t seem to register in his mind. Maybe that is what had prompted Dave to be so bold in his moves? But who knew with Dave? He was always very unpredictable, almost explosive in his ways.
“So how old is your new man, Lars? Old enough to be your dad?” Dave snickered behind his beer.
“Wait till you see him! You’ll be so jealous,” Lars taunted back.
“You don’t expect it to be serious, huh, Larsy? Next thing you’ll know, he’ll forget all about you and move along to the next piece of fresh meat. He probably just wants to bang you cause you’re young and,” Dave said, his fingers doing the quotation marks gesture, “Innocent.”
“Shut up, it’s not like that,” Lars scoffed even though Dave was getting under his skin. He should have pushed Dave away when he’d kissed him, made his intentions clearer that he wasn't interested in anything Dave had to offer. Lars really didn’t want Dave to be there anymore, and he couldn’t stand looking at his dark eyes filled with malicious mischief. He turned Kirk’s way, trying to ignore Dave, but Dave was having none of it and reached out to tug on Lars’ denim jacket.
“Oh, c’mon, Larsy! It is like that,” Dave mocked with a shit-eating grin on his face. “He just wanted a quick fuck with you!”
“Hey, leave him alone, man,” Kirk told Dave, prying his hand away from Lars’ jacket. “We’re here to enjoy ourselves. It was a nice coincidence seeing you, but if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, we’ll have to ask you to kindly fuck off.” Lars never ceased to appreciate how protective Kirk was of him. Kirk didn’t get along with Dave, and this was one of the reasons why Lars had stopped hanging out with the redhead. Thankfully, Dave grumbled something underneath his breath and stood up, taking his beer with him before disappearing amidst the crowd.
“Jesus Christ, that guy is a dick! Always picking up a fight for no reason at all,” Kirk sighed in annoyance. “Glad he finally got the message, though. You looked so uncomfortable when he was being all handsy with you!”
Regret returned to tug at Lars’ heart. “Fuck, I know. I should have pushed him away, but I was too stupid to do anything.”
“Hey, it’s ok, buddy,” Kirk reassured him, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Now that he’s gone, we can enjoy the show in peace. Should start anytime now.” Kirk was smiling softly, and Lars felt his chest swell with affection for his friend. He took Kirk’s hand in his and threaded their fingers together.
“Thanks, Kirk. I’m so glad you always have my back. It really means a lot.” Lars hummed as he rested his head against Kirk’s shoulder. Kirk wrapped his arm around him and kept him close until he noticed movement on the stage. The show was about to begin so Kirk broke their embrace with a small peck on Lars’ forehead.
“Your man’s about to take the stage!” Kirk exclaimed excitedly, standing up and tugging Lars along toward the packed dance floor. Lars felt his heartbeat accelerate, as it did anytime he was about to see James. They had found a good spot on the side and not too far from the stage. Lars stood there, heart thumping in his chest, as he heard the first drum beats. The other guys came in first; James always came out last.
Lars’ jaw dropped when he saw him step onto the stage with the sexiest leather vest, revealing a lot of James' strong neck, chest, and arms. It was downright sinful, and Lars almost lost his mind when he saw the kinky necklace James was wearing. It was a heavy pendant with a sparkly lock, and it looked like something that came out of a fetish shop. James himself was a fetish on two long legs in that outfit, all silver hair and inked up arms glowing in the light of the stage. When he approached the mic and sang, his voice sounded rough and harsh. The riff he was playing on his guitar was particularly aggressive, and the fire in his eyes mirrored that. In that instant, all Lars wanted was for James to bend him over and take him.
To his ultimate embarrassment, Lars felt himself harden in his pants. It was the first time this ever happened to him in public, and he didn’t know what to do. He cursed himself for wearing such insanely tight pants! Why did he always feel the need to look so slutty when he went out? OK, to rile up James, but was it really that necessary? And now that he was popping a boner, it was literally the worst idea he’d ever had. He quickly pressed the heel of his palm against his dick which hurt and had the desired effect of halting his growing arousal.
James was rocking the stage, and he looked so fierce doing it. Lars was mesmerized as he watched him strut around the stage, singing and jamming on his guitar. He looked amazingly sexy, and Lars waited until he could catch his eye and let him know. It was his habit to seek out Lars while he performed, usually acknowledging Lars’ presence with a wink and a smile. He waited and waited but for some reason, James never looked his way.
Lars felt oddly disappointed by that; the small gesture obviously meant more than it should to him. Dave’s nasty comments came back to his mind; maybe James didn’t care that much about him after all. He tried to brush his increasingly negative thoughts away by dancing and bouncing around with Kirk. But as the show went on, and James continued to ignore him, Lars wondered if maybe they shouldn’t leave before it ended. He didn't want to be faced with the reality that perhaps James had just moved on. In his hazy mind, a voice was telling him that it couldn’t possibly be true with all the devotion James had lavished on him a few days ago. How he’d given him so much pleasure, how he’d taken care of him, how he’d cooked him a delicious meal… It just wasn’t right!
The show eventually ended, and the people started to trickle out of the venue. James had disappeared backstage, and Lars thought it was the perfect opportunity for them to leave without a word. But Kirk stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Don’t you want to see James? He gave such a great show tonight, and he looked so hot, didn’t you notice? Pretty sure he wore that for you.”
“I don’t know, Kirk. He didn’t even look at me once,” Lars sighed, voice small and defeated.
“Oh, do you think maybe it’s because he saw you and Dave?” Kirk asked with panicked eyes.
“I hope not,” Lars replied. “But I don’t feel like talking to him tonight. Let’s leave.”
“Well, I don’t think that’s the best way to go about it, Lars,” Kirk said, sounding very serious. “I think it’s better if you guys actually talk to each other.”
Lars thought about it. He had to admit Kirk was right. He fished his phone out of his pants’ pocket and sent James a quick text. It didn’t take long for James to answer back: Meet me outside at the back.
“He wants me to go see him outside. At the back,” Lars told Kirk.
“Oh, really? Do you think he’s angry?” Kirk looked a bit worried.
“I don’t know. I sure hope not.”
“I’ll still wait for you, OK? Text me when you’re done. I’ll stay here.”
With a squeeze to Kirk’s hand and a quick thank you, Lars left to meet James. Part of him was ridiculously nervous and apprehensive when he shouldn’t have been. Who knew if James really saw him with Dave? He was about to find out soon enough.
The fresh night air hit Lars’ overheated skin in a rush as he pushed the heavy doors of the club open. There were a couple of goths standing by the door, smoking cigarettes, but Lars headed down the alley to the back of the building. Sure enough, there was James reclining on the wall with a boot against it. He was still wearing his leather vest and the necklace, and Lars had to will his entire mind to stay focused on the discussion they were about to have. It wasn’t the time to wander to the dirty recesses of his mind. James was looking at something on his phone, but when he heard Lars approaching, he looked up.
“Hey,” he said a bit gruffly. Lars could tell James wasn’t in the best of moods. His face looked so stern in the dim lighting, and Lars wanted to see him smile instead.
“Hey,” Lars answered back before going straight to the point, “Is there something wrong? You didn’t look at me once during the show.”
James seemed a bit taken aback. He straightened up and closed the distance between them, his height and size so intimidating in this very instant. His hands were in the pockets of his pants, and his eyes were boring right into Lars’ own. “Oh, I thought you were too busy messing around with your red headed friend. Didn’t think you’d notice.”
Lars’ worst fears were realized. James had seen them together. “I … It’s not like that,” he mumbled.
“What’s it like? You were making out with that guy, and you definitely didn’t push him away,” James answered, his tone strangely even. It hurt Lars more than if James had been yelling at him. Unable to maintain eye contact, Lars hung his head. Shame stained his cheeks a stinging crimson, but James’ fingers underneath his chin forced his head back up. Lars really hadn’t expected that, and it just made the guilt in his heart more intense. “If you’re going to be with me, Lars, you’re going to be fully with me. I won’t share you with anybody else,” James said, voice low and eyes fiery even in the gloom. These words and the look in James’ eyes had goosebumps prickling on Lars’ arms. “Do you understand that?”
Lars nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I do. I’m really sorry, and I really don’t care for Dave,” he blurted out. “It was a stupid mistake. I was an idiot.”
“It’s OK, we all make mistakes. I just want you to tell me it won’t happen again,” James prompted, stroking Lars’ cheek.
“I swear it won’t.” Lars couldn’t believe how calm James was about the whole thing although he must have been hurt on the inside. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, not mad… Just disappointed, that’s all. But I can see how sincerely you mean it. I can see it in your eyes.” James bent down to claim Lars’ lips in a hot kiss. Lars moaned into it; it really felt like James was trying to convey a message with that kiss. It was so fierce and all encompassing, James’ tongue tangling with Lars’. When they broke the kiss to breathe, James tugged on Lars’ bottom lip with his teeth.
It rekindled the fire in Lars’ abdomen that had been burning since the beginning of the evening. He couldn’t resist lunging into James’ arms and wrapping a leg around his waist and his arms around his neck. James didn’t even huff as he lifted Lars’ other leg, taking his full weight; it made Lars feel small and light. Hands settling underneath Lars’ ass, he lifted him easily, and the most embarrassingly high pitched whimper was ripped from Lars’ lips.
“You like that, huh?” James asked, voice so sinfully deep. He massaged Lars’ ass, digging his fingers into the tight denim covering it.
“Fuck yeah, I do,” Lars sighed, resting his cheek against James’. His cock was hardening so quickly that Lars wondered if he could come just from James’ touch on his ass alone. He felt so deliciously small like this, surrounded by James’ big body and intoxicating smell, and a very powerful need rose and spread like wildfire within him. He could feel the lock of James’ necklace digging into his chest, just above his heart, and it made his cock twitch against James’ stomach. Lars whispered, right against James’ ear, “Want you to fuck me, daddy. And want you to keep that necklace while you do it.”
That seemed to ignite something in James; he downright growled and squeezed Lars’ ass tighter in his large hands. His lips latched onto the side of Lars’ neck, mustache tickling him and making him shiver. It was followed by the sensation of blood rushing to the surface as James sucked a hickey into his skin. Lars gasped, shocked but also terribly aroused by the possessive gesture. “Oh, fuck, James! Daddy, please,” he begged, voice breaking off on that last word.
“You’re killing me, Lars. You drive me insane.”
Lars took in a shaky breath, trying as best as he could to form coherent words in his hazy mind. He wanted James to ravish him tonight, take all that he wanted, lay his claim all over his body… The need to be possessed clamored fiercely and that was all he could think about. “Show me and everyone else who I belong to, daddy,” he demanded.
“Yeah,” James groaned. “My pretty boy. All mine.” Lars could feel James’ heart thundering against his own and that was a clear sign of how affected James was by his words. Lars threaded his fingers through James’ silver strands of hair before kissing him again, all spit and tongue. “Let’s get you home,” James hummed, breath hot against his cheek. “I’ll give you what you want and need.”
Lars was practically trembling by this point. He slid down James’ body, grateful to have James’ perfect hands steadying him since his knees felt so weak. “I just have to tell Kirk before we go. He’s waiting inside for me,” he admitted with a shy smile.
James smiled back, and Lars’ whole world seemed to light up at the sight of his dimples. He massaged Lars’ hips as he said, “I like Kirk.”
Chapter 6
Notes:
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They took James’ motorcycle back to his place. A few lights shone inside and around the house, and as the thrum of the bike's engine cut off, Lars could hear crickets singing in the night. Lars couldn’t quite believe what was about to happen; although he’d been intimate with James before, kissed and touched him in the most carnal of ways, he was still a bit nervous by what was to come. It wasn’t a bad kind of nervousness, more like feverish anticipation. He’d pleasured himself more times than he could count to the thought of James ravishing him. The whole evening, from the way James had looked on stage to the drama with Dave, had heightened Lars’ desire to a point of no return.
They made their way to the front door where James fumbled a bit with the keys when he tried to open it. Lars wondered if he wasn’t the only one getting excited. Once the door was opened, James walked inside to turn on a few more lights. He removed his boots, and Lars took the opportunity to remove his own. When James turned around, he had a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He surprised Lars by swooping him right off his feet and into his strong arms. James held Lars bridal-style, and that sent a thrill down Lars’ spine. Lars laughed, wrapping his arms around James’ neck and kissing him on the round tip of his nose. “Are you excited?” Lars asked coyly.
“Yeah,” James admitted, something soft sparkling in the clear blue of his eyes. Lars inched closer to kiss and then bite James’ chin.
“I want you so bad,” Lars rasped, fingers tightening and tugging on the leather of James’ vest.
Lars’ unbridled need never failed to turn James on; it was all that youthful energy that had drawn him to Lars in the first place. He kissed Lars’ temple and whispered against the shell of his ear, “I want you too, baby. Wanted you from the start, and now, I’ll show you just how much.” James noticed how Lars’ cheeks reddened at his words. He could see the hickey, darkening to a hot pink, on the side of Lars’ pale neck. Possessiveness stirred in him at the sight of his mark; he swiped his tongue over it and pressed his lips into the tender flesh. Lars shivered against him, moaning beautifully.
As James made his way down the hall, carrying Lars effortlessly in his arms. Lars felt as if he weighed no more than a feather, leaving him all hard and aching in his skinny jeans. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, James set Lars down and took Lars’ hand in his. He led the way, Lars following behind his broad frame. Soon enough, they were entering James’ inner sanctum.
James turned on the lamps which bathed the room in a hot glow, allowing Lars his first good look at the room. The bed was large, a true American king-sized bed, for an equally large man. A dark brown fur was spread over the bed, serving as a bedcover. It was so very James: untamed, rugged, pure masculinity. Other hunt trophies around the room like a deer’s antlers above the dresser and a wolf’s pelt on an armchair reinforced James’ reputation as an accomplished outdoorsman. All the furniture was wooden and massive, and the room smelled so intensely like James. Lars was overcome with the realization that he was getting claimed by the man of his wildest dreams in his very own den.
Before Lars could get overwhelmed, James gathered him in his arms. He devoured Lars’ mouth, laying frantic kisses over each bit of skin revealed as he undressed Lars. In turn, Lars undressed James until their clothes lay on the floor in a heap and all that remained was James’ heavy chain with the lock pendant.
Lars took a moment to feast his eyes on the sight of James towering in front of him in all his naked glory. His body was that of a very fit 60-year old man, alluring but also imperfect in the softness around his pecs and the wrinkles on his balls. His skin was tanned to a golden shade everywhere, across his chest and abdomen and down his thighs and legs. Brief tan lines began at his waist — the skin was creamy where his cock and balls hung heavily between his beefy thighs. Lars licked his lips; James truly was a feast. He was half hard, and Lars swallowed thickly. It made him sweat to imagine what that massive cock would feel like sheathed inside him. The thought of James, with all his age and experience, being the very first one to penetrate him was the most sinful thing.
“Can you turn around, daddy? Wanna see all of you,” Lars asked seductively. James raised an eyebrow, but Lars caught the slight blush on his cheeks. James did as requested, turning around for Lars to get his fill. James’ legs were endless, ending with a perfectly narrow waist and a tightly muscular ass. It wasn’t the plushest ass he’d seen, Dave’s was thicker, but it just made sense with the rest of James’ lean body. Lars shook his head to rid his mind of Dave fucking Mustaine and instead got his hands all over James’ ass. “Fucking hell, James!” He sighed as he fondled the firm muscles. “How are you this hot at your age? How are you even real?”
James chuckled at that, still surprised by Lars’ infatuation with him. He turned back, facing Lars to thread their fingers together. “Lemme show you how real I am,” he said darkly. He crashed his lips against Lars and brought the younger man flush against him. The feeling of Lars’ silky soft skin — almost hairless save for a small dusting on his crotch — against his own was intoxicating. He lifted Lars in his arms and threw him on the bed. Lars landed with a huff of surprise and an excited look in his eyes.
“My beautiful boy,” James praised as he hunched over Lars, settling his knees on each side of Lars’ legs. Feverishly, James’ hands roamed Lars’ chest and abdomen. Lars was lying on his bed, exactly where James had dreamed of claiming his virginity on too many restless nights. His milky skin contrasted so deliciously with the dark fur on the bed. He looked like an offering, waiting for James’ lips, hands, and cock to ravish. James took both of Lars’ delicate wrists in one hand and held them above his head, encouraging Lars to arch his back and push his chest towards James’ mouth in the process. “So perfect,” James drawled before latching onto Lars’ rosy nipples. He growled as he lapped and sucked on them, fueled on by the little whimpers escaping Lars’ lips.
Lars trembled at the feeling of James’ rough mustache and soft lips teasing his nipples. They were crazy sensitive, and each of James’ lascivious licks sent sparks straight to his dick. James had only just started with him, and he was already rock hard and leaking profusely. He squirmed against James’ hold, so James let go of his wrists to support himself on the bed. He wrapped his other hand around Lars’ cock, jerking it fiercely. James was truly ravenous tonight, inflamed and determined to show Lars just how riled up he’d made him. “Ahhh, fuck, James! I’m…” Lars couldn’t finish his sentence in English, mumbling a string of Danish words instead. He was a prisoner in James’ hold, and all he could do was let himself be teased mercilessly.
“You’re so hard and wet for me already,” James mused, pulling himself off of Lars’ chest with a small bite on his left nipple which made Lars’ cock reflexively twitch in James’ hand. Lars scrunched his eyes closed and threw his head back, baring the enticing column of his throat. James couldn’t resist lavishing wet kisses all over it, adding another hickey at the junction between Lars’ collarbone and neck. Lars choked on a sob, clearly turned on by the mix of pain and pleasure. James tangled his free hand in his messy curls, tugging slightly. That made Lars open his eyes, the green almost all gone and replaced by the black of his blown pupils.
“Beautiful Lars,” James purred before catching Lars’ lips in a passionate kiss. He continued to jack Lars’ cock, twisting his hand at the head with each upstroke. Lars eventually had to break the kiss and rest his cheek against James’ to pant and moan. “Eager, aren’t we?” James teased with a slight smirk, moving away from Lars which earned him a confused and desperate look. “I don’t want to make you come just yet, precious boy. On your hands and knees, ass up.”
Lars pushed himself up with his elbows but was riveted on the spot as he watched James kneeling on the bed in front of him. The low lighting of the bedroom made it seem as if embers burned in James’ eyes and remnants of blond glowed in his silver hair. The lock pendant also seemed to shine in the lighting. Lars was fascinated by the way the shadows played on James’ dark tattoos. He looked so effortlessly dominant, and Lars knew that he’d let the older man do practically anything he wanted to him. He wanted James to loose control and fuck him into oblivion. Lars was staring as he bit on his lip. James noticed, arching an eyebrow and asking, “Like what you see?”
“Fuck yeah, I do. Want you to wreck me, daddy. Fucking…” Lars was shocked at the word that had formed inside his mind. He blushed fiercely and had to stop himself before saying it because it truly was wrong, some dirty thing he’d heard in gay porn. At the risk of sounding like a freak, Lars couldn’t possibly say what he wanted.
James, ever perceptive, noticed the inner conflict playing on Lars’ face. He was curious as to what was going on in his younger lover’s mind, but he didn’t push for the moment. Instead, he scooted a little closer and stroked his hands up the smooth skin of Lars’ slim thighs. “Now, be a good boy and get on your knees for daddy,” James commanded as he encouraged Lars to turn over. Lars did as he was told, bracing himself on his elbows and presenting his pert ass for James to do as he pleased. Tossing his long hair to the side, he peeked over his shoulder to give James a devious little smile.
On all fours, Lars was so pliant and vulnerable, and that ignited something primal inside of James. The level of trust but also the pure need that Lars displayed was infatuating. His body looked so slight and boyish in this position, and James was reminded once more of Lars’ age. Guilt mixed uneasily with lust in his chest, but James was too far down into the forbidden fantasy of everything that was Lars to have an internal debate on the morality of his acts now. If he was to be a pervert in the eyes of society, so be it.
He pawed at Lars’ cheeks, grasping one in each hand, and pried them open to reveal the tiny asshole in between. “Goddamn, you’re so pretty down here, Lars. I should have known,” he praised, unable to hide the desire in his voice at the sight. Just the tiniest bit of hair dusted his crack which meant that James could make out the rosy line trailing down Lars’ taint to his balls. It was all too much for James, and he couldn’t resist bending down and spitting on Lars’ hole which reflexively clenched at the shock of wetness.
“Ohhhh,” Lars gasped at the downright vulgar gesture, blushing and hiding his face between his arms. He felt a bit self conscious, spread out like a whore with his ass in the air, but it only added to the thrill. A blurt of precome trickled out of his slit to land on the fur underneath him. Was James actually going to eat him out? He’d never been rimmed before, and it sounded like the filthiest thing. He didn’t have to wait long to find out. “James! Oh, God!” He cried when he felt a mustache tickle his sensitive taint and then a tongue lap at his hole. Lars’ hands scrambled for purchase to grip tightly on the fur. James groaned, the low sound sending vibrations to Lars’ core and making him whine in turn.
James’ hands felt so huge and warm against his ass, fingers spread wide, holding him firmly enough to prevent Lars from squirming away. He was helpless and could only whimper weakly as James alternated between sucking around his rim and actually fucking his tongue past it. Lars’ eyebrows drew up and his mouth opened in shock. A raging blush spread from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. The sensations were so intense, almost on the verge of too much. Hot tendrils of need lodged in his cock and his balls with each swipe of James’ tongue; they were shallow and excruciatingly teasing, but that somehow made the act of getting licked so intimately even filthier.
James was starving. Lars tasted surprisingly clean down there, but there was also a slightly musky taste to him. James had never eaten out a man, so he did what he knew his ex-wife loved when he ate her pussy out — he alternated between swirling, flattening his tongue, and lapping ardently. Lars’ hole was much drier than a woman’s wet cunt which meant he needed more spit to ease his way. He drooled all over Lars’ entrance, trying to loosen it. Despite the added wetness, his tight hole kept fluttering around his tongue anytime he tried to work it deeper inside.
Lars’ cock jumped between his outstretched legs when James laid a kiss right on his rim. He was so beautifully responsive, and James couldn’t resist wrapping his hand loosely around the small shaft and jerking it off. The young man was making the most desperate moans he’d ever heard, almost as if he was choking on sobs of pleasure. James noticed how Lars’ toes curled tightly, such an innocent gesture that gave James a sense of just how turned on Lars must be.
With a few more licks at his hole and tugs on his cock, he pulled off to have a look at his handiwork; Lars’ rim was puffy and shiny with spit, some of it dripping down to his balls. It felt like a punch to James’ stomach seeing Lars so utterly ruined already, and he hadn’t even started fucking him yet. “Such a pretty hole, such a perfect boypussy,” James found himself growling, thumbing at Lars’ hole as he said that last obscene word.
Boypussy. Lars felt winded. It was so deliciously shameful and dirty said in James’ deep drawl. The next thing he heard was a bottle of lube getting uncapped and then he felt a large finger massaging his hole in circles. Lars trembled and whined pathetically in the fur, “Oh, fuck, James! Daddy, please,” he begged.
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my boy. You want it bad, don’t ya?” James said as he played with Lars’ hole, breaching it ever so slightly with the tip of his finger. Damn he was tight! “Can’t wait to get my cock in you and fuck you nice and proper. If only you knew how riled up you made me feel tonight. Seeing you with that Dave guy… Fuck, it drove me mad,” James cursed, finally sliding his index finger all the way inside of Lars as a way of showing Lars just what he had awakened in him. He squirted a generous amount of lube on Lars’ quivering asshole and threw the bottle on the bed. He slid his finger all the way to the last knuckle, the tattoo on his finger disappearing inside with a wet squelching sound.
Lars was a wreck from both James’ touch and his words. Thoughts of Dave invaded his mind again; he could perfectly imagine Dave tightening his fists in jealousy at the sight of James pounding him savagely into the mattress. The word was back on the tip of his tongue, and he could no longer keep it to himself. “Breed me, daddy… Fill me with your come till I’m dripping. Show me who I belong to,” Lars rasped all in one go, too high to care.
Breed me, daddy. In all his life, James had never heard such words. He sucked in a deep breath as an all encompassing, almost animalistic desire, overtook him. “Can you hear yourself, Lars? You’re shameless,” he accused, slipping a second finger next to the first and pumping them a little more forcefully. Lars’ desperate wails only added to his unhinged desires. He curled his fingers, caressing the small bundle of nerves inside while pressing his thumb against his flushed taint. “I’ll breed your boypussy just like you so desperately want,” James vowed with a snarl, his other hand gripping Lars’ asscheek so hard that it left white finger marks on the overheated skin.
“Oh, fuck, I…” Lars was at a loss for words. He could no longer think coherently as James’ fingers assaulted his prostate from the inside out; it felt as if it was directly connected to his cock, making it jump with each of James’ strokes. “Please, daddy, stop! I’m so close, fuck!”
James felt possessed, but Lars’ pleas brought him back to reality. He spread his fingers and stretched Lars’ tight channel instead. He was burning up with the need to simply plunge his cock right into Lars, enter him fiercely and savagely, but he knew that would only hurt the younger man. James didn’t really want to hurt his virgin entrance, so he drizzled more lube onto Lars’ hole and added a third finger for good measure. Lars groaned at the stretch. “Fuck, daddy, your fingers are so big,” Lars sighed, arching his back and wiggling his ass deeper onto James’ fingers. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me!”
James' ears were ringing. “Alright, guess that’ll have to do,” he groaned, thrusting his fingers a few more times in an effort to loosen Lars just a little more. He removed his fingers with a wet sucking noise, the copious amount of lube he used dribbling out of Lars’ asshole. It was gaping from all the attention it had gotten, and the sight of it was enough to make James’ own cock twitch. He took a deep breath and squeezed his cock to quell the furious throbbing. With his other hand, he gave Lars’ hip a small tap, “Come sit on daddy’s lap, baby boy. I wanna watch you.”
James settled himself, reclining against pillows and the headboard, and watched as Lars scrambled to straddle him. James was impressed at how much energy Lars still had after all the foreplay he’d put him through. James himself was winded and panting as he gripped his cock tightly.
Lars’ bangs were tousled over his forehead, his cheeks were a flaming pink, and his lips were bitten raw. James noticed the darkening hickeys on his neck, and it made the fire in his stomach twist and turn. Lars looked positively wrecked, but there was a determined look in his eyes. He made a move to grasp James’ cock in his hand, but James stopped him.
“Wait, just gotta lube up some more. I don’t wanna hurt my pretty boy,” James drawled. He squirted what looked like an outrageous amount of lube into his hand and began to slather his thick rod with it. Lars watched with hungry eyes as James jerked himself off. Filthy, squelching sounds mixed with James’ harsh pants resonated in his ears. Lars couldn’t believe how decadent James looked like this. His legs were spread nonchalantly as he slicked up his fat cock. His chest was rising up and down with his heavy breathing, the lock of his necklace resting dramatically in the middle of his chest. James’ neck was flushed, and most of all, his gorgeous blue eyes were filled with want. In this instant, Lars was overcome with an intense need to mount his cock and ride him as if there was no tomorrow.
“C’mon, daddy… I’m aching for you,” Lars moaned, replacing James’ hand on his cock with his own. James’ cock was wet and hot in his hand, literally dripping with lube. The forbidden idea of James breeding him returned to the forefront of his mind. “Aching for you to breed me, daddy,” Lars whispered hotly against James’ ear.
That was enough to break James’ last measure of control. “Is that what you truly want?” James asked harshly, taking an almost bruising grip on Lars’ bony hips and positioning him right above his cock. Lars nodded eagerly, grasping the base of James' cock and sitting down on it but was stopped in his movements half way through. His eyebrows drew up, and a wail escaped his parted lips; he was clearly overwhelmed by James’ size.
“Unfff, fuck,” Lars gasped. James’ shaft was so thick and long that it literally felt as if he was being split in half. “You’re so big,” he whimpered. Lars felt tears gathering at the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill. James’ cock was slick with enough lube that it could easily glide into Lars, but it was the stretch that had Lars locked in a mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes sought James’ and saw the concern in them.
“Are you ok, baby? Is it too much?” James asked, burying his hands in Lars’ long hair and massaging his scalp. “I can stretch you some more if you’d like.” Half of James’ cock was enveloped in an eye-crossing vice; he’d never felt anything so tight. He groaned, sweat trickling down his back, as he tried to stay composed. But Lars shook his head, intent on taking every single inch of James’ shaft. His thighs quivered as he sat himself all the way down until James’ cock was sheathed balls deep inside him.
“Oh, God! James,” Lars whined. “So much but so good.” He could feel the sheer girth of James’ cock stretching him past his limits and throbbing inside his ass. Strangely enough, the edge of pain didn’t quell Lars’ desire in the least; his dick was still the hardest it could be. He experimentally lifted himself back up, and that caused James’ cock to press right into his prostate.
Before he could even register what was happening, Lars’ cock twitched almost violently, and his whole body seized up as wave after wave of white hot pleasure washed over him. Lars came so hard that he saw stars, mind spinning with the force of it. He came all over James’ abdomen and chest in quick bursts before collapsing against him. The tears Lars had been holding spilled hotly down his cheeks. Lars nuzzled his face into the crook of James’ neck, and all he could think about was that James smelled so good and felt so warm before his mind went blank.
James held Lars through it, mesmerized by what had just happened. He’d barely gotten his dick inside of Lars before he’d reached his peak; it was all so tame! As Lars came, his hole spasmed around James’ cock and made everything feel even tighter. James’ cock was still nestled deep inside of Lars, and he could feel the tremors squeezing him in almost painfully. His hands caressed Lars’ back which made his frantic breathing slow down.
Lars eventually regained enough of his senses to straighten up. He had the most blissed out expression on his face, green eyes all wet and glazed over and cheeks flushed bright pink. James captured Lars’ plump lips into a lazy kiss. “Is it OK if I fuck you through it, baby? You got so tight around my cock it feels like I’m about to burst,” James confessed with a breathless chuckle.
Lars smiled, his expression filled with lust when he said in a husky voice, “Fuck yeah, daddy. Use me and fill me with your come.” That was all James needed to hear. Lars was truly insatiable! His hands moved to grip Lars’ hips, bringing him back down on his cock until every inch was buried deep inside. Lars’ hands settled on James’ forearms, fingers digging. Something snapped inside him at the sight of Lars’ throwing his head back and moaning throatily. He really was enjoying himself, and now all James wanted was to use Lars like a cocksleeve in his pursuit of pleasure. Isn’t that what the young man had asked for in the first place?
James had a fierce expression on his face; his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were intent on Lars, and he was biting on his lip as he grunted. Each time Lars was brought down on his thick rod, his prostate was stimulated which had him shivering and hardening despite his very recent orgasm. “Oh, daddy!” Lars moaned continuously as he bounced up and down on James’ cock, ass colliding with James’ thighs. James felt so deep inside him; goosebumps broke on his skin, and his toes curled with the pure pleasure of it.
“Oh, yeah,” James rumbled. He wasn’t going to last much longer with the hot tightness gripping him and the sight of Lars mounted on his dick. Lars’ pale skin was shining with sweat, his stomach and thighs were flexing, and his half hard cock was bouncing to the relentless rhythm James had set. James stilled Lars’ movements, holding him in place, before snapping his hips up. Each of his thrusts had lube squirting out of Lars’ ass, the obscene sound mixing with their moans, pants, and skin slapping against skin. “I’m gonna breed you good. Fill you with my spunk,” he vowed. He pounded Lars harder, dragging him all the way up before bringing him all the way down.
James’ dirty words were almost too much to bear. Lars could only moan brokenly as all of his senses were assaulted with each of James’ brutal thrusts. James was panting heavily, and Lars was captivated by the way his broad chest heaved. Each of James’ frantic movements had the necklace swinging on his chest, the shiny lock catching Lars’ eye. The older man looked wild and possessed, chasing his peak with unparalleled ferocity. James threw his head back, eyebrows drawing up in bliss, wrinkles deepening on his forehead and jaw dropping slack. A surprisingly quiet exhale escaped his lips and then Lars felt James’ cock swell and a hot torrent of come fill his insides. It felt as if James came endlessly. He hugged Lars tightly, crushing him against his chest and nosing at his hair.
James’ heart was thundering; he hadn’t experienced such a powerful orgasm in years. He spilled his load deep inside of Lars’ ass, effectively marking him as his. James panted as he stroked Lars’ back, rocking Lars against him which inadvertently made his cock slip out of Lars with a wet pop.
“Oh,” Lars whimpered weakly as James’ come gushed out of his ass. Lars’ cheeks flamed with the delicious shame of it all. He straightened up to have a look at the picture of complete debauchery that James made; he had a satiated look on his face, but his eyes were still sparkling like sapphires under pale eyelashes. His chest and abdomen were stained by Lars’ own mess, his jizz matting the silvery hair on his chest and crotch. Lars looked between his thighs to see James’ thick seed roll out of him to land on James’ spent cock, still massive despite its relaxed state. Some sticky strands were still connecting his cock to his hole. Lars felt something hot twist in the pit of his stomach, and his balls drew up almost painfully. “Fuck, James, I…” he babbled.
“Still hard, huh? What am I gonna do with you?” James mused as he wrapped one of his hands around Lars’ overeager cock. With his other hand, he thumbed at Lars’ entrance; it felt hot and swollen from the rough pounding it had gotten. “Jesus Christ, Lars!” James tentatively pushed his seed back inside, eliciting a shocked gasp from Lars. He set a slow rhythm, fucking his index finger lasciviously in and out of Lars’ creamy asshole. The sound of it was something else entirely, and if James had been younger, he might have had the strength to plug Lars back up with his dick. “I really did breed your tight boypussy,” he sighed with a smug smile.
Lars felt winded. A few more tugs on his cock and a few more nudges at his prostate brought him to the brink, but it was James’ obscene words whispered right against the shell of his ear that did him in. “Ahhh, James!” He cried. His cock slit felt like it gaped as he came once more; only a few drops of cum spurted out of it to dribble down James’ knuckles. He lost all sense of time as he sagged, boneless, in James’ reassuring embrace.
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Lars was lying on his side; the fur was gone, and instead, he felt crisp bed sheets against his skin. He also felt a wet towel gently wiping away the stickiness on his stomach, cock, and between his legs. He shivered a bit when it grazed at his sensitive hole. Cracking an eye open, he saw James in a burgundy bathrobe by the side of the bed with the towel in hand. His silver hair was damp and brushed back which meant that he probably showered while Lars was passed out. “Feeling alright, baby?” James asked, cupping Lars’ cheek and swiping his thumb over it.
“Yeah, never felt so good,” Lars sighed as the endorphins took hold of his entire being. “But could you like… Cuddle me?”
“Of course! What kind of question is that?” James teased with a smile. He took off his robe before settling onto the bed and gathering Lars into his arms. He spooned him from behind, and the warmth radiating from James’ large body lulled Lars back toward sleep. Lars felt small, safe, and cherished in his arms. His heart swelled when James pressed a kiss to his temple.
Chapter 7
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Hey, guys! So sorry this took so long. 😔 School has been a nightmare! Horny baby Lars and hot daddy James are back... I hope this update is worth the wait! 😏🙈 Thank you for every single one of you amazing people for sticking with me. All your fantastic feedback has brightened my days and fueled my self-esteem! 💜
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Lars woke up to the smell of pancakes wafting through the bedroom. He sighed contently as he stretched his arms above his head, feeling the bed sheets slide against his skin. Light was filtering through the drapes and bathing the bedroom in a soft glow. Lars smiled as he flipped on his side to nuzzle at James’ pillow. It smelled powerfully like him, and in that instant, Lars realized that he would never tire of his scent. It meant so many things to him; it meant excitement and lust but also comfort and love. Lars felt the familiar stirrings in his lower abdomen. He was half hard, and his need to pee flared to the surface. He sat up and winced; he sure was going to feel the hard pounding James had given him for days.
But he didn’t really mind the ache, quite the contrary. It was just another reminder of James to carry with him. Something he’d definitely get off to. Lars giggled and shook his head; he was the worst. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom, grabbing one of James’ shirts that lay on an armchair as he went. This one was just a plain black t-shirt and, not surprisingly, absolutely huge when Lars put it on. It seemed as if Lars was wearing a dress, the hem of the shirt ending at about mid-thigh.
Lars walked into the bathroom and relieved himself. He was naturally curious, so he couldn’t help looking around James’ private space. There was a big shower in one corner with a window next to it. Lars flushed the toilet and walked to look through the window; the view was of the pool, but he could make out the ocean above the treetops. It really was a dreamy setting, but the owner of the house was even dreamier. Lars could imagine himself staying here forever, letting James take care of him. In turn, Lars would give him everything his heart desired. If James wanted to fuck him on every surface of his home, Lars would be all too happy to let him.
Shit. He was getting harder, the blood rushing down to fill up his dick at the mere thought of James doing whatever he wanted with him. Lars instinctively reached for his cock underneath James’ shirt, squeezing it. James’ smell invaded his nostrils as he bit at the collar and started to pump his fist.
Lars closed his eyes as memories of last night overtook him. He could see James perfectly in his mind’s eye. His golden skin glistened with sweat as the strong muscles in his abdomen and arms flexed. The lock pendant swung over his chest; a reminder, perhaps, that Lars held the keys to his heart. He had a fierce expression on his handsome face, wrinkles deepening as he furrowed his brows and bit his lip. James grunted, thrusting inside him with abandon and chasing his pleasure with unparalleled ferocity. He remembered how James fulfilled his obscene fantasy and bred him, emptying his balls deep inside him. Lars had been dripping with it, thoroughly marked and ruined by his older lover.
That was enough to push Lars over the edge. He tugged on his dick faster, moaning into James’ shirt, and his whole body shuddered as he shot his come all over the tiles on the floor. It was embarrassing to say the least; he came in a matter of mere seconds with only the memory of James ravishing him. His heart was racing and his knees felt weak, so he reached out to support himself against the shower door.
He was a mess. Always horny, always wanting. James drove him crazy. Lars looked at his come splattered on the tiles and debated if he should leave it there for James to see just how much of a slut he was for him. What if James decided to punish him for his naughtiness? Tie his hands behind his back with one of his heavy leather belts to prevent Lars from touching himself? Perhaps he’d spank Lars for being such a bad boy. Lars’ mind was reeling with all the possibilities, but he decided to wipe his mess off the tiles instead.
When he came back to the bedroom, he was greeted by the sight of James in his burgundy bathrobe, sitting on the bed. Next to him, there was a tray with pancakes, berries, and a big glass of orange juice. Lars couldn’t help the huge smile that stretched his lips when he saw that. He eagerly got back in bed to wrap his arms around James’ neck and kiss him on the cheek. “You’re the absolute best,” Lars hummed. There was tenderness in the clear blue of James’ eyes. He smiled, dimples flashing, and Lars had to kiss him again. He captured his lips in a more passionate kiss and threaded his fingers through his silver hair. The strands were feathery soft against Lars’ fingers. He tilted James’ head back to kiss down his neck and couldn’t help sucking a small hickey on the side of it.
James was surprised by the gesture and gasped. “Well, aren’t you excited this morning?”
“Yeah,” Lars rasped against his skin. “So hungry.”
James had a feeling Lars was hungry for many things. “I made some pancakes for you. Dig in before they get cold,” James said with a small laugh. Lars moved away from him with a mischievous look in his eyes. He sat up and set the tray on his thighs. James noticed Lars was wearing one of his shirts again, and it stirred his protective and possessive instincts. The shirt rode up Lars’ thighs as he settled himself, and James got a glimpse of his soft cock. It looked slightly flushed, and James couldn’t help but wonder what he’d been up to while he was preparing breakfast.
Lars drank some juice and started to eat; he moaned around his first mouthful of pancakes. “That is so good!” His big green eyes were so expressive, and James could clearly read the pleasure in them. He was adorable, so young and full of life. Guilt returned to tug at his heart. But as James watched Lars eat happily, he was reminded once more that what they shared was right. For James, there was nothing more satisfying than spoiling Lars if it meant being rewarded by all that enthusiasm. He’d been missing this in his life. After almost thirty years of marriage, his ex-wife no longer had this spark in her that James craved — that spark of youth that was all too present in Lars.
“I’ve got to tell you something, Lars,” James began. Lars stopped devouring the pancakes to turn his attention on James. “I know I went wild on you last night, but you awaken such desire in me… Desire that I haven’t felt in so long. I find you irresistibly tempting,” James ran a hand through his hair, never comfortable while laying his feelings bare. “Our relationship torments me, burns me all the way to my soul. I feel so much guilt for wanting you, but I think… You make me feel alive. I’ve gotta have you,” James confessed all in one go.
Lars was struck by James’ admission. James sure had a way with words; it felt as if he had recited a love poem to Lars. “James, no one has ever felt that way about me before. You make it sound like I’m the hottest thing you’ve ever come across,” Lars said as he reached for James’ hand. He threaded their fingers together and added, “You can have everything you want. I’m all yours.”
“And I’m yours,” James confessed before shaking his head. “You don’t judge me, do you? You don’t think I’m an old pervert for wanting you this much?”
“No, of course not. If anything, we’re both perverts and who gives a fuck? I’m the one with the daddy kink, right?” That earned Lars a big chuckle from James. Lars felt himself melt each time he heard that laugh, and he couldn’t resist nuzzling his face in James’ bathrobe and hugging him close. They held each other like that, just basking in the feeling of being together. As Lars listened to James’ steady heartbeat, he realized that he was in love with James. Even though they hadn’t been together long, it was way more than that. They had the filthiest sex, but the feeling of being taken care of that came with it made his heart burst with affection for James.
“You can stay all weekend if you want,” James eventually said. “I’ll cook for you and take care of you.” He kissed the top of Lars’ head where his hair stuck up endearingly in all directions. “You can swim in the pool if you want too. I definitely might join you,” James added with a smile.
Lars hugged James tighter. “Oh, I’d love that,” he sighed. “Thank you, James. Thank you for everything.”
“It’s my pleasure. You’re the one I have to thank for making me feel young again,” James rumbled into Lars’ hair.
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When Monday came, Lars was back to college after spending the whole weekend at James’ place. James gave him a ride on his way to work, this time in his pickup truck. Lars felt ridiculously small in the truck. Few people had such large vehicles in his home country, so it was the very first time Lars had ridden in one. James wore a long sleeved black shirt, nice dress pants, and a thick watch on his wrist. His short hair was styled up, his mustache brushed neatly, and he smelled fantastic. Despite his rugged appearance, he looked every bit like the owner and manager of a business. Lars wondered what the college kids thought when they saw him step out of the truck and wave goodbye to James. Did they think the older man was his dad or was it obvious that he was his sugar daddy?
Lars noticed some girls staring at him, but he couldn’t care less. In fact, it made him feel all smug and proud of himself to be riding with a powerful man like James. He made his way to the dorms with a spring in his step. He couldn’t wait to tell Kirk all about his wild weekend.
He opened the door to their dorm, calling for Kirk but not getting any answer back. Judging from the missing laundry basket, he was probably busy with that. Lars had class at eleven which meant he could still laze around for a couple of hours. He got into his room and flopped down on his bed. He frowned; it felt as if he was lying on a wooden plank after having slept in James’ plush bed for the past few days. He instantly missed it, and he couldn’t resist taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and sending James a quick text: I already miss your bed, daddy. Miss you. <3<3<3
Lars felt giddy for sending James a series of hearts. He opened the photo app and looked at the selfie they’d taken together yesterday. It was under a tree and the lighting was just perfect; James’ gorgeous blue eyes and his pearly white teeth shone bright. The wrinkles around his eyes were all soft looking when he smiled like that. Lars was lost in the photo, looking at his silly little head resting against James’ muscular bicep. Lars giggled as he remembered James getting down to his level in order to take a decent selfie.
Lars was startled by a knock on the door. He grumbled, left his phone on the bed and made his way to the door. With thoughts of James on his mind, Lars opened the door without thinking about who it might be.
To his shock, he was faced by none other than Dave Mustaine reclining against the door frame. He was wearing a white tank top and gray sweatpants. Lars’ eyes lingered on his strong arms crossed over his chest and his nipples peeking through the worn fabric of the tank top. “Dave? What are you doing here?” Lars asked, eyes widening a little in surprise. After what had happened Friday night, Lars wondered what Dave wanted. Hadn’t it been awkward enough?
“Why so cranky, Lars? I just came to say hello,” Dave answered, his dark eyes sparkling as a smirk tugged at his red lips. Lars had a bad feeling about this. Without any invitation, Dave muscled his way inside as if Lars and Kirk’s dorm belonged to him. He was significantly bigger than Lars, so Lars gave way with little more than a grimace. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight this morning, and maybe if he played it cool instead, that would discourage Dave. Dave had the annoying tendency of teasing him even more when he noticed something was bothering him.
“I’m not cranky. Just surprised you’re here, that’s all,” Lars said with a forced smile. He watched as Dave sat down on the loveseat and spread his legs wide.
“You’ve been gone all weekend. I was worried about you,” Dave purred. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I had the best weekend ever,” Lars replied, probably sounding snarky.
“Dorothy told me she saw you getting dropped off in a black Dodge Ram,” Dave remarked.
“Who the hell is Dorothy?” Lars asked.
“She’s one of my friends. I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, just so you know. Nothing happens around here without me knowing it.” Dave ran a hand through his fiery curls and tossed his head back, acting all sassy. If Lars hadn’t been so annoyed with him, he would have laughed. Lars scoffed instead.
“Why don’t you offer me a beer, Larsy? Where’s your hospitality?” Dave lifted his hands in mock indignation. He just looked way too comfortable in Lars’ space, and the longer he stayed, the less patience Lars had for his games.
“I won’t offer you a beer cause: one, it’s too early and two, you’re going to leave very soon.”
“I just wanna know what you were up to this weekend,” Dave protested, making himself even more at ease and resting his arms on the back of the sofa. He had a smug expression on his face, full lips pursed slightly. “You spent it with James Hetfield, huh? Your sugar daddy… Did you tell him about us?”
Lars was taken aback by the fact that Dave knew James’ full name. “About us?” Lars asked, raising an eyebrow. “I told you many times, Dave; it’s over between us. You have to move on.”
“That’s beside the point,” Dave said as he stood up and walked toward Lars. He crowded ever closer until Lars’ back was against the wall. Lars could smell the excessive amount of cologne he used and feel the heat radiating off of him. “Are those hickeys?” Dave asked as he reached out to touch the side of Lars’ neck. “He marked you, huh? And you let him do it cause you’re just that desperate.” Dave had a malicious look in his eye. Lars could no longer bear his touch, so he grasped at his wrist and pried his hand away.
Dave moved his hands but only far enough to cage Lars’ head on either side, boxing him against the wall. He leaned closer so he could whisper in Lars’ ear, a parody of intimacy. “Did you tell him about how much you loved sucking on my big cock while I fingered your ass? How you moaned like a little bitch and always asked for more?”
Lars felt his blood boil; he’d really had enough of Dave’s bullying. The fact that Dave had to remind Lars about the size of his dick screamed insecurity more than anything else. Lars pressed his hands to Dave’s chest and shoved him away. “Get out!” Lars said coldly. “It’s none of your fucking business what I do or who I fuck. You’re just fucking jealous that I’ve found myself a real man.” Lars expected Dave to lash out, maybe slap him, but he was met by a sinister look instead.
“OK, if that’s how it’s gonna be...” Dave moved toward the door. He paused dramatically in the doorway just long enough to hiss, “I’m not done with you, Lars.” He closed the door forcefully which made the picture frames on Lars’ shelves rattle. Lars felt his heart thunder in his ears; the confrontation had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. He didn’t like Dave’s threats in the least.
Lars locked the door and walked to the mini fridge. Despite it being way too early, he needed something to calm his nerves, so he reached for a beer and cracked it open. He went back to his room and checked his phone in the hope that James had answered him. And to his utter delight, he had: You have permission to come anytime, precious boy. My bed is waiting.
The knots in Lars’ stomach were replaced by a pleasant warmth. He fumbled with the contents of his backpack and pulled out James’ Fox Racing t-shirt. James had let him take it with him when he left. He brought it to his face to inhale James’ scent as he read James’ text again. If only James knew what it did to him when he called him precious boy. Lars wanted to call him, hear that gravelly voice that forever haunted him in the very best of ways. Forget about all that shit with Dave. But he didn’t want to bother James while he was at work, so he settled for texting back: Call me when you’re done with work.
He only had the time to take a sip of beer before his phone started to vibrate with an incoming call. It was James! Lars answered, “Hey! You didn’t have to call me back so soon. You must be busy with work.”
“Nah, it’s OK. I’m in my office right now. The day started off slow,” James rumbled, his voice never failing to send shivers down Lars’ spine. It sounded so warm and intimate when he heard it on the phone.
“Oh, I see,” Lars said. “I was thinking about you; I’ve got your shirt all over me. It smells so good.”
Lars heard James suck in a breath. “Put it on then,” he commanded. Lars melted; he was unable to resist when James ordered him to do something.
“Yes, daddy,” Lars found himself moaning without a thought. “Can I put you on speaker? I’m all alone in my room.”
“Sure you can.”
Lars placed his phone on his bed and took off his shirt to replace it with James’ much larger one. He instantly felt arousal travel from the pit of his stomach to throb in his cock and balls. He was getting hard already, the zipper of his extra tight jeans pressing uncomfortably against his hard on. “God, daddy! Do you know what it does to me when I put your shirt on?”
“Does it get you hard?” James asked, voice like pure liquid sex, making Lars sweat.
Lars felt like a complete slut for getting hard so easily just from putting James’ shirt on, inhaling his scent, and hearing his voice on the phone. The adrenaline racing through his veins from the confrontation with Dave now channeled into making him feel insanely horny. His nipples perked up as the soft cotton of James’ shirt brushed on them.
“Yeah,” he exhaled, biting on his lip as he rubbed his palm against his clothed erection. That made him moan.
“Touching yourself, huh? You’re a very naughty boy, Lars,” James chastised lightly.
Lars whined. James calling him a naughty boy did all sorts of things to him and brought back the fantasies of James teaching him a lesson or two about disobedience. These involved James bending him on his knee and giving him a spanking. “Can I jerk off, daddy? Please?” Lars asked. He waited for James’ permission to proceed.
“Yeah, since you asked so nicely,” James agreed. Lars popped the button, pulled the zipper down, and freed his cock from its confines. When the cold air of the room hit his throbbing cock, it twitched in response. Lars tucked the waistband of his boxer shorts underneath his balls, lifting his package up. The pressure on his sensitive bits was on the verge of being too much which had him moaning, “Ahhh, daddy! James!”
“You’re making daddy so hard with all your sweet whines. Good thing I don’t have you on speaker, though,” James chuckled darkly. “What would my coworkers think if they heard you?”
“They’d think I’m a slut,” Lars admitted, shame coloring his cheeks. He wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a slow tug. “And they’d be right. I’m such a slut for you, daddy.”
“Your eagerness fucking turns me on. You always come so quick, always want more.” James drawled, his voice resonating in Lars’ ears. “Tugging on that pretty little cock of yours as you try to get yourself off. No patience,” James tutted.
Lars squirmed on his bed and absentmindedly shoved his fingers in his mouth to suck on them. He swiped his thumb over his cockhead, making goosebumps ripple over his skin. It seemed as if he was going mad with desire. James’ voice filled his ears again, “You looked so beautiful mounted on my dick, Lars. I wanna have you again, but I know your tight hole needs to recover first. I really don’t wanna hurt you. All daddy wants is to make his precious boy feel so good.”
Hearing James say those obscene words in his rough voice — without him actually being there — was somehow extremely arousing and teasing at the same time. Lars removed his fingers from his mouth to snake his hand under James’ shirt and play with one of his nipples. “Oh, God, James! I can still feel it, you know,” Lars confessed. “Every time I sit, I feel it all the way up my ass. You fucked me so hard, daddy,” Lars pumped his fist, precome oozing out of his slit with each upstroke. “But I feel so empty. I miss your fat cock stretching me open and filling me up with your come.”
James breathed deeply and warned, “Lars, you’ll make my day incredibly difficult if you keep that up.” Lars heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down. He could imagine James reclining in his chair with his beefy thighs spread wide and his thick shaft jutting out of his pants. The watch glinted on his wrist as he wrapped his tattooed hand around his cock and set a filthy rhythm. Lars moaned as he pictured it: the rugged owner of a Harley Davidson store jerking off in his office to thoughts of his college boy lover.
“Maybe next time I’ll plug your dripping boypussy with my cock to keep all of my seed deep inside ya,” James growled. Lars heard James spit, and then, the wet glide of his hand on his cock. It was a whole new experience to hear him without seeing him, but Lars could picture everything in his head so clearly. James grunted as he stroked his cock. “How would you like it if I bred you again, boy?”
“Fuuuuuck,” Lars could only whine; he really couldn’t believe the dirty things coming out of James’ mouth. Lars was always so talkative, but this time, he truly was at a loss for words. He pulled on his cock faster, his hand easily sliding up and down his shaft with the wetness now seeping profusely out of his slit. “I’m so close, daddy.” Lars could feel the fire of release build in his stomach. He bit on his lip hard, almost drawing blood, as he jerked off with such intensity that his wrist ached.
“Yeah, I bet you are,” James huffed. “Come for me, sweet baby.” James’ pet names were going to be the death of him. Lars’ back arched, his cock jumping in his hand as his toes curled inside his socks. He shouted James’ name as hot ropes of spunk spurted out of his dick to land all over James’ shirt. The pearly white drops looked particularly obscene against the dark shirt. He sagged back on the bed, chest heaving frantically and body shaking with the tremors of his high.
He was floating in a haze, but he could still hear James’ rough moans on the other side of the line. It was the hottest kind of sound, and it resonated decadently in his ears. It wasn’t long before James also reached his peak with a harsh groan. Lars had discovered that James was surprisingly quiet when he came; the sounds he made were always so low and feral. “Yeah,” James growled.
Lars’ hand went limp, dropping his sticky cock on his shirt-covered abdomen. He felt completely spent as the afterglow spread through every fiber of his being. His orgasms were always so powerful with James, blowing his mind. He’d never felt so blissed out, but for some reason, this whole phone session left him wanting to feel James’ big arms around him. When he recovered his senses, he pressed his forearm over his eyes and giggled. “Daddy, fuck… I came all over your shirt, made such a mess.”
“It was bound to happen. I guess it’s all yours to keep now; you’ve truly made it your own,” James remarked lightly.
They both laughed.
When they stopped laughing, Lars sighed. “You made me feel so much better, James. It’s like I can’t get enough of you.”
“Me neither. Y’know, if you wanna, you can always come over again tonight. I’ll cook some hamburgers, and then, we can have a movie night.”
“Oh,” Lars felt himself melt. “You know I’d love that. I don’t want to bother you, though.”
“You never bother me, Lars. Come tonight.”
“OK, I will.”
There was a short silence as they listened to each other breathe. “I should wash my hands and get back to work,” James conceded reluctantly.
“I hope I didn’t make you ruin your nice clothes,” Lars snickered.
“No, don’t worry. Throughout my life, I’ve found a little preparation is a good way to prevent disasters.” Lars could practically hear the confident smile in James’ voice.
“I’m sure of it. You are a man of experience.” And that makes you perfect in every way, Lars thought to himself.
“I like to think so,” James mused. “Do you need a ride? I could pick you up after work.”
“Oh, yes! That would be great,” Lars said dreamily. “You really are the best.”
“So are you,” James hummed. “I’ll text you when I get to your dorm. See ya later, baby.”
“Awesome, see ya!” Lars could already feel the excited butterflies returning to his stomach at the thought of spending another night with James.
Chapter 8
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Hey, my friends! 🤩💕 Chapter 8 is finally here! I didn't think I could manage to write it this month, but I did!! Yeehaw! 🥳 So, I hope you all enjoy it! You guys are so amazing, and I just wanted to jump in and say that if there are artists out there who're inspired by my fic, don't hesitate to share your art with me. 🥰 You have my permission 100% to make art of my fic! I was surprised by a super sweet person on Tumblr with some of her art, and it just left me so happy and quite literally flabbergasted! 🤯🤩 This has never happened to me before, and I'm sincerely amazed by all the love my fic is getting! 💜💜 Metallica fans really are something else. I LOVE YOU GUYS!
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Dave was sitting behind the steering wheel of his Camaro, watching as a jacked up pickup truck parked in front of the dorms. He was some distance away, slightly hidden from view by other cars parked along the street, but he could still make out the entrance to the building.
It barely took a minute for Lars to come out, almost running, with a big smile on his face. It annoyed Dave to no end to see Lars this fucking happy. Quite frankly, it made him want to crush Lars under his boot like an annoying little insect. Lars was wearing his prized denim jacket with band patches, extra tight blue jeans, and a pair of white tennis shoes that were probably limited edition judging from the way they shone. He excitedly opened the door and climbed inside the truck.
Dave waited a moment for them to get a head start. He was pretty much convinced that Lars wouldn’t even look back, too lovestruck by the man driving the truck, but he preferred not taking any chances.
As Dave started the engine, the contradictory emotions he felt toward Lars mingled in his mind. He was torn between jealousy and arousal when he imagined Lars being dominated by James Hetfield. He couldn’t deny that he’d been shaken by James’ sheer presence on stage as he sang his heart out and fiercely strummed his guitar. He exuded a rugged kind of sex appeal — all tattoos, leather, and silver hair — that got Dave hot under the collar.
Frustration lodged in Dave’s chest, so he cranked up the volume of Breaking the Law by Judas Priest. He liked to drive with his music outrageously loud while he sped down the road, channeling his aggression behind the wheel. He snickered as the music filled his ears: a very fitting song indeed! Dave eyed the bottles of spray paint on the passenger seat; he was planning to write a bunch of obscenities in bold letters on the walls of James’ home. Perhaps he’d also add a few dicks just to add insult to injury.
Dave drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and banged his head to the beat of the song. He always felt an adrenaline rush when he was about to wreak havoc. He was addicted to that feeling.
Traffic thickened, and Dave lost sight of the truck. But it didn’t really matter because he already knew where James lived. He’d done his little investigation, searching through the city’s tax roll to find out exactly where his home was located. Dave stopped at a red light and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it; that should calm his nerves enough to stay focused on the task at hand.
As he took a drag, his mind wandered to unexpected places. He imagined James catching him in the act of vandalizing his property. James would probably use his large body to pin him to the ground, and Dave wouldn’t be able to do anything but squirm and mutter curses. What if James decided to punish him by grabbing a fistful of his hair and shoving his cock down his throat? The first stirrings of arousal sparked in the pit of Dave’s stomach at the thought. Dave loved rough sex, but he usually wasn’t the one on the receiving end. He kinda felt like a freak for wanting the older man to debauch him so roughly. James sure had a way of awakening the most primal instincts in someone, and Dave couldn’t really blame Lars for being so far gone on him.
Thankfully, his perverted thoughts dissipated as the traffic light changed green.
It took a few more songs for Dave to arrive at James’ home. He lowered the volume as he got closer. It was a large and luxurious home, and Dave couldn’t keep the jealousy from bubbling up again as he thought about Lars enjoying all that wealth. Always the same people who had everything, right? Lars’ real dad spoiled him enough and now, he had a sugar daddy to top it off. And a deadly sexy one at that! Dave, on the other hand, had been raised in a dysfunctional Jehovah’s Witness family. He was indebted for life from college expenses, and he had to work two jobs to keep up with his day to day expenses. Maybe he shouldn’t have spent all the money he made from selling pot on campus to buy a Camaro, but hey, he loved cars and wanted to enjoy his youth a little. It pissed him off that Lars always got everything he wanted, without lifting a finger or working for it, just because he had the privilege of being born in a wealthy family.
James’ truck was already parked in the driveway, but there was no sign of him or Lars. They must be inside, which meant that Dave could put his devious plans in motion. He parked his car a few houses away, behind a massive tree whose branches conveniently hung over the road; that should do the trick of hiding his bright red car from view. He had a brief moment of hesitation as he eyed the bottles of spray paint. It was risky to wreck the walls of James’ house while he was actually home. He reached for the keys in the ignition and the knife that he always kept in the armrest. With a smirk, he decided that it would be safer and quicker to just slash the tires and rail the paint of James’ truck.
With the knife in his back pocket, Dave got out of his car. He stamped out his cigarette on the ground before making his way down the street. He pulled his hood up, trying to hide his untameable red curls as best as he could. As he got closer to the driveway, he took a good look around to make sure there weren’t any cameras. He approached James’ vehicle, holding his keys firmly in hand and readying himself to make a nasty indent.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the front door being pushed open.
Dave’s heart hammered in his ears; he just wanted to run the fuck away, but that would only make him look even more suspicious. His mind worked furiously to come up with a plan B; time to put his smooth-talking upbringing as a Jehovah’s Witness to good use! When he was a kid, he’d accompanied his mom on countless occasions while she was preaching door to door. It was too bad he didn’t have the Bible on hand to make it look more credible, but thankfully, he knew the speech by heart. He didn’t look like the typical Jehovah’s Witness, with his ripped out jeans and his hoodie, but he had to give it a try.
“Hello, sir,” he hollered when James stepped outside and saw him. “May I have a moment of your time to talk to you about the Holy Bible and our teachings as Jehovah’s Witnesses?” James was standing tall on the porch, dressed all in black. His sleeves were bunched up his elbows, revealing the dark ink on both of his thick forearms. With his horseshoe mustache and the stern expression on his face, he surely didn’t look like a man you wanted to mess with.
To Dave’s utter disbelief, James’ expression lightened as he shook his head and laughed at him. His laugh boomed loud and clear; it was an honest kind of laugh that could only be classified as charming. “No need for any of that, buddy!” James said once he stopped laughing, a smile stretching his lips. Dave felt his knees wobble slightly. “I know who you are! You’re Dave, right? I saw you at the club with Lars last Friday.”
To say Dave was taken aback would be an understatement. He was surprised that James knew who he was. He wondered if James had seen him making out with Lars at the club. Dave was very confused, so he settled on mumbling, “Ugh, yeah. I’m Dave! Nice to meet you, sir.” Dave shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Nice to meet you, Dave!” James said as he walked down the short flight of stairs and strode up to him. He looked even more intimidating from up close, and all of Dave’s bravado vanished in a heartbeat. James' expression turned suspicious, eyes narrowing, when he added, “I don’t think Lars mentioned you coming over. What are you doing here?”
“Ughhh,” Dave could only say dumbly. He rarely got nervous when caught in the act, but faced by James’ imposing presence, he felt outmatched. Dave had no idea what to do or say. He was caught, and he had to think quickly before this became even more embarrassing than it already was. “I was just checking in on Lars, making sure he’s OK. That’s what friends are for, right?” He added with a smile, but judging from the way James arched his eyebrow, he figured his smile must have come out less than sincere.
“Listen up, Dave,” James began, voice low; it seemed as if he was losing his patience with him. “I don’t know what you’re up to, but it definitely wasn’t being a good friend.” He eyed Dave up and down, and Dave felt small under his intense gaze. “You’ll have to leave Lars alone once and for all or else you’ll have to deal with me. And you don’t want that.” Dave completely believed him. For all he knew, James was some kind of biker from the Hell’s Angels or something.
“Got it,” he muttered and quickly added, “You won’t see me again!” Dave swiftly turned on his heel but was stopped by a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“I’ve dealt with plenty of guys like you over the years, and most often than not, the only thing they understood was a fist to the jaw. I hope it doesn’t come to that, Dave.” James' voice sounded too even when he said those menacing words. To Dave’s shame, he felt scared and turned on in equal measure. His pants tightened around his crotch as his earlier fantasy of James shoving him down to his knees and pulling his cock out flashed through his mind. James’ voice sounded closer when he gruffly added, “I won’t be followed around and dragged into your little high school drama with Lars. Stay away from him.”
As soon as James let go of his shoulder, Dave moved away. He was shaken up, but he still had a bit of pride left which prevented him from making a run for it. All he wanted was a smoke to calm himself down. Dave risked a glance behind him and almost tripped when he saw the look on James’ face.
Vandalizing his home was literally the worst idea — in a long list of bad ideas — he’d ever had.
***
James watched Dave hurry off, getting a look at the pentagram printed on the back of his hoodie in the process. He couldn’t help but scoff: Jehovah’s Witness, my ass! James went to his truck to retrieve what he’d come out to get. On his way to college, he’d stopped at the mall to get a present for Lars. James opened the back door and picked up the bag.
When James came back inside, he left the bag in the living room before heading to the patio where Lars was waiting. Lars was playing some kind of game on his phone, and it made James smile to see how engrossed he was. Lars worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he furiously tapped his fingers all over the screen of his phone. James pushed the patio door open, and that snapped Lars out of it.
“Hey, what took you so long?” Lars asked with a cheeky smile.
James debated whether he should tell Lars about Dave or not. He didn’t want to sour the mood, but at the same time, Dave had kind of become an issue. Sure, after what James had told him, he probably wouldn’t be bothering Lars again. At least, that’s what James hoped. But what if that wasn’t the case? James felt like Lars deserved to be informed that the dude had followed them all the way to his home. James sat down on a chair facing Lars and began, “I actually met someone I didn’t expect. It was your friend Dave.”
Lars’ eyes widened with shock. “What the hell was he doing here?”
“I don’t know for certain, but I’m thinking he was planning some kind of mischief,” James answered, voice low.
“Oh, my, God! I can’t believe him!” Lars exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe he actually followed me here!”
James noticed how Lars’ lips and hands trembled imperceptibly as he sucked in a breath. “If it’s any consolation, I made it clear to him that if he didn’t stop bothering you, he’d have to answer to me.”
“Oh, I see,” Lars said. “That’s good. I bet you scared him off, looking like you do.” Lars gave him a look, eyeing the tattoos on his arms. James had heard more than a few times that he looked intimidating as fuck when he was in a bad mood. “Dave’s a pussy; he always backs down when he realizes he’s dealing with something or someone bigger than him.” Lars gave a sassy little wave of his hand, dismissing Dave.
“Oh, really? Well, if that’s the case, I’d call him smart,” James chuckled slightly. “I noticed something strange, though. He got real flustered by me. I’m no spring chicken, and I can still tell when someone’s getting a lil’ too turned on.”
“No shit!” Lars’ jaw dropped as James’ observations registered in his mind. All along, Lars had thought Dave was jealous of James, but in reality, Dave was probably jealous of him! It was a surprising realization, but it explained why Dave had been so insistent in shaming Lars for his relationship with James. Dave wanted to take his place instead. Lars couldn’t suppress the slightly hysterical giggle that bubbled up his throat. “No way! Are you serious? Did he have a boner?”
“Yeah, he did,” James remarked. “I wonder what has happened to you young men to be so turned on by an old guy like me.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “A whole lot of you seem to have serious daddy issues.”
That put an end to Lars’ giggles. He stood up and walked up to James. Without a second thought, he straddled James’ thighs and crushed his lips against his. “I might have daddy issues,” Lars said hoarsely. “But you’re the one to blame for coming in and fucking up my whole world. In a very good way, but you’ve turned me into such a horny slut.” He gripped the collar of James’ black shirt and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Hearing you say those dirty things to me on the phone this morning left me wanting your hands all over me.” Making his wish come true, James settled his warm hands on his hips. Lars’ whole body caught on fire. “Fuck, daddy, please,” he begged.
“Yeah, that’s it,” James drawled. “You really are relentless in your appetite and need. But there are important things we need to talk about first.” Reluctantly, James moved his hands away, noticing with amusement how that small gesture had Lars pouting like a child. James gave him a tap on the hip, encouraging the young man to get off his lap. Lars did as he was told, moving to sit back on the patio chair. He looked slighted, and James instantly wanted to see him smile instead.
“So, after all that happened between us, I want to know where you stand,” James began, his voice probably sounding more serious than it should. He was just terrible at expressing his feelings. “Since last Friday, and with that whole Dave thing, I’ve been left wondering what this all means to you,” James said, gesturing at them. “You’ve said that you loved me quite a few times, but it has left me wondering if you truly mean it. I still wonder, sometimes, if I’m not just a forbidden fantasy to you.”
“Of course, I mean it!” Lars answered on impulse. He felt wounded by James’ words. How could James believe that he didn’t mean it when he said that he loved him? Lars felt his heart ache with disappointment. Of course, I love yous came easily to Lars being the boisterous and extroverted person that he was. But did he really mean it? When it came to James, he definitely meant it. The way James had showered Lars with care had awakened the strongest form of love in his heart.
“Cause I sure don’t doubt that you desire me, Lars. You can’t keep your hands to yourself whenever I’m around,” James said matter of factly. “But you also do that with Kirk and with Dave. Although you said that it was over between you two, he still showed up today.”
“But I swear that it’s over! He’s just being a jealous ass!” Lars exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
“Fair enough,” James sighed. He really was making a bigger issue out of this than it probably warranted, but his insecurities were flaring to the surface. He hated it, but he still felt inner turmoil about his relationship with Lars. It was filled with so much unrestrained desire — almost to the point where it got to be too much. And James was still battling with the astounding age gap that existed between them. How could they make something like this work? Lars was so young, and he had so much to experience still. He couldn’t possibly settle with a 60-year old man, could he? It would get weird at some point — if it wasn’t already. James hung his head, looking at his hands in his lap. “I do believe you, it’s just that you’re so affectionate with other people that I wonder if there aren’t guys your age better suited for you.”
“No, don’t say that!” Lars said. “I really do mean it when I say that I love you; it’s different with you, James. I’ve never let any of my friends do what you did to me; none of them have ever claimed me in the ways that you did. I’m all yours, and there’s no reason why I would give myself so completely to you if I didn’t love and trust you,” Lars’ voice was cracking around the edges. To his embarrassment, he felt his eyes water. He quickly brushed it away with the back of his hand.
James felt his heart cave at the sight of Lars’ big green eyes welling with tears. Lars looked so very sincere, and James wasn’t stubborn enough to keep thinking that Lars didn’t mean what he said. The young man had a big heart and although words of affection came much more easily to him than they did to James, he meant them to the depths of his young passionate heart. Maybe it wouldn’t last forever, but James resolved to enjoy every moment he had with his boy. Discomfited by the heartbroken expression on Lars’ face, James stood. “C’mon, lemme give you a hug.”
Lars stood up too and rushed to bury his face in James’ broad chest. He wrapped his arms around James’ waist, holding him tight. James’ hands rubbed soothing circles down his back, and that made him sag even more into James’ embrace.
They stayed like this for a while, and eventually, James’ hands threaded into Lars’ hair. He gently pulled Lars’ head back to get his full attention. James’ thin lips stretched into a soft smile. “I’ve never been the best at expressing my feelings, Lars, and I hope you’ll forgive me. The way I feel for you — I’ve only felt this once before, and it was when I first met my ex-wife. And this is the woman I spent most of my life with, so I think what I feel for you is also love.”
Lars felt his chest fill up with hope at James’ words. Was this James’ way of saying that he sincerely loved him back? “So, you really do love me?” Lars asked, his tone hopeful. Sure, James had told him that he loved him in the past, but it could have been just what he said in the heat of the moment, rather than heartfelt emotion. It seemed much more meaningful after the conversation they’d had.
“Yeah,” James simply said as he planted a soft kiss on Lars' forehead. “And that reminds me; I have a little something for you.” Lars’ whole face lit with a bright smile. He looked so young, like a kid waiting to open a Christmas present, and James hated himself for having initiated the conversation they’d had. But after what had happened with Dave, James wanted to know where Lars’ heart truly lay.
“I can’t believe you bought me something!” Lars said with wonder in his tone. He got on his tip toes and wrapped his arms around James’ neck to capture his lips in a kiss.
“Yeah, just let me go grab it,” James smiled against Lars’ cheek, always pleased by his excitement. He moved away from Lars, giving his hips a small squeeze, and went inside to get the bag. When he came back, Lars was sitting cross-legged on the patio couch. James sat next to him and gave him the bag.
It was a small bag which made Lars suspect it might be jewelry. He dug in and pulled out a small box. His heart throbbed as he tore at the wrapping paper, opened the box, and discovered a beaded bracelet inside. The beads were black and smooth to the touch, and there was a small skull in the middle of the bracelet. It definitely looked like something that would have attracted James’ eye, and Lars absolutely loved it for that very reason. The bracelet was cool and badass looking for sure. He put it on his wrist. “I absolutely love it, James. Thank you so much! I think I won’t ever take it off.” Lars giggled slightly, and his cheeks tingled with the beginnings of a blush.
“I’m so glad you like it! It sure looks great on you,” James hummed as he took Lars’ delicate wrist in his hand and brought it to his lips. James never broke eye contact, fierce blue eyes boring into Lars’, as he placed a string of tender kisses on the sensitive skin beneath the bracelet.
Lars’ breath left him in a rush. The heat on his cheeks spread down his neck; he was getting so hot and bothered by James’ gift and gesture. He leaned across the sofa until he could catch James’ lips in a passionate kiss. Lars went in with his tongue, moaning when James’ own joined in for a heated battle.
“Oh, God!” Lars panted against James’ cheek. “I just need you so bad, daddy.”
“I know, sweet boy. I know,” James gritted out. “But gotta get dinner ready first. I’ve been at work all day, and I’m hungry — for more than just my boy.” Lars felt James’ deep chuckle rumbling in his own chest where they were pressed together; it made heat pool in his loins.
“Alright, that sounds fair,” Lars admitted, lowering his eyes and biting his lip.
“And then, how about we watch a movie before I take you to bed?” James asked, lifting Lars’ chin back up with two fingers under it. “Have you ever watched The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly? It’s a classic Clint Eastwood movie, and it’s got to be my favorite.”
“Oh, no, I’ve never seen it! But I’d absolutely love to,” Lars said dreamily. The thought of cuddling on the couch with James was an appealing thought. “And Clint Eastwood’s hot,” Lars added with a little smirk.
“You sure have a thing for blonds with light eyes, huh?” James teased. “You know, before my hair turned gray, I used to be blond.”
“I could have guessed; there’s still bits of it in your hair, here and there,” Lars laughed. “But yeah, I like blonds with light eyes.” He batted his eyelashes coyly at James.
“I’ll show you a picture of me when I was your age when we’re done with dinner,” James said as he bumped the tip of Lars’ button nose with his thumb.
***
Thick steam surrounded Lars as he stepped under the rainfall shower head, closing his eyes and sighing as the warm water slithered down his skin.
It had been absolute bliss to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie with James after a good meal. Lars had been snuggled against James’ side, James’ fingers petting his hair every now and then. The movie was a masterpiece, and Lars understood why it was James’ favorite. The music was iconic and the story epic, and of course, Clint was total eye candy with his poncho, hat, and trademark cigar between his lips. To be honest, he kinda looked like James. Lars made himself a mental note that he wanted to see James in a cowboy hat at some future date.
As promised, James had also shown Lars a picture of himself when he was a 20-something, and it had made Lars laugh to see James so young. In the picture, he was sitting on a boat, pimply and with an awkward smile.
While rummaging through the box, Lars also saw pictures of James and his ex-wife. She was a beautiful woman with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. There was a friendliness in her smile that warmed his heart; Lars couldn’t find it in himself to be bitter or jealous of her. He learned that Francesca was her name, and he asked James more about her. She was Argentinian, a costume designer, and they’d met when James used to work for a record company. He noticed how the older man still spoke of her with fondness. Lars also took the opportunity to ask if James had any kids with Francesca. Lowering his voice and eyes, James confessed that they hadn’t been able to have children. That prompted Lars to lay a comforting hand on James’ shoulder.
With the noise of the water — and lost in his thoughts as he was — Lars didn’t hear James coming into the bathroom. But he did hear the shower door being pushed open, prompting him to open his eyes. The sight that greeted him was straight out of a wet dream. James was gloriously naked, all broad shoulders, muscular arms, and endless legs on display. His heavy cock and balls swayed between his legs as he joined Lars under the spray. The water trickled over his silver hair, messing up the strands on his forehead. Mesmerized, Lars watched as rivulets made their way further down James’ body. They caught into his chest hair before following the trail that began under James’ belly button and ended in a light dusting on his crotch. Lars’ mind short circuited as his eyes fixed on James’ dripping dick and ball sack.
James moved closer, looming over Lars which made their height and size difference even more pronounced. Lars had to tilt his head back to look at his rugged face or else he’d just be staring at his chest. The expression on James’ face had Lars swallowing thickly; there was a predatory glint in his eyes and a wicked intention in his smile. His hands settled on each side of Lars’ neck, long fingers easily meeting on his nape. Lars licked his lips and in an instant, James was bending down to capture them in a wet kiss. It was messy with the water trickling down between them, but Lars relished it anyway.
Lars broke the kiss to whisper hotly against James’ pockmarked cheek, “Fuck, I want you.” Although his ass was awfully sore, he still ached for James’ to fucking use him. Lars had an obscene idea forming in his mind; he turned around to grab the soap bar. He rubbed the soap into his hands, building up a thick lather, before setting it back on the holder. He was going to lube James up with the soap and then, all James would have to do is sink right into him and fuck his brains out.
Facing James, he wrapped his hands around James’ fat cock; it throbbed in his palms as it filled up to full mast. James’ eyebrows shot up and his jaw dropped, clearly overwhelmed by the rush.
“Damn, young man!” James cursed. There was no teasing foreplay with Lars; he always went straight for it, so eager to touch and please. Each pull on his cock had sparks traveling straight to James’ balls, eliciting throaty moans. He watched Lars’ hands working him up and down. Lars really needed two hands to jerk him off effectively, and it was just another reminder of how small Lars was compared to him. The soap gathered all over his cock in a creamy lather, and James couldn’t help but think that it looked like foamy come. His heart swelled with possessiveness as his mind was assaulted by the memories of his seed dripping out of Lars’ ass. That thought ignited a fire in James that made him growl, “You’re mine, Lars. All mine.”
Lars barely had time to register what was happening as James took hold of both of his hips and manhandled him against a shower wall, away from the spray. Lars braced himself with his elbows against the tiles, laying his palms flat and pushing his ass out for James. He whined like a whore, embarrassingly high pitched, as he felt James’ cock slide against the curve in his back. “Fuck yeah, daddy! Please, just fuck me! I don’t care if it hurts, I need it so bad,” he blurted all in one go, cheeks reddening as he realized just how desperate he sounded.
James’ mustache brushed that spot behind his ear, sending shivers down his spine, as he leaned in to rumble, “Let’s see if you can take it, baby boy.” James let his fingers dip down to test his hole, circling his rim and pushing ever so slightly with one finger. Lars reflexively winced at the burn, but his cock was still stubbornly hard despite the edge of pain. Tears of frustration gathered in Lars’ eyes as James pulled his fingers away. He wriggled his ass back, wanting James to touch him again.
“Still so tender down there,” James mused. “If there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s to hurt you.” He watched Lars’ back rising as he took in a long breath. His wet hair stuck to his back, dark swirls against milky skin. James’ hands roamed over that expanse of skin, and it felt even softer than usual when damp. “But don’t you worry, daddy’s got an idea.” He punctuated his words with a kiss to Lars’ temple before moving away.
He grabbed the soap, rubbing it in circles over Lars’ back and asscheeks. His other hand massaged the taut muscles, pulling sighs of pleasure from Lars’ lips. His body was delectably slender and youthful with its sharp hips and shoulder blades. James felt the forbidden thrill return to lodge in his chest as he watched the weathered lines and bumps on the backs of his hands contrast with all that smooth skin. “Goddamn it, you’re so beautiful! So young, so soft… Daddy’s perfect boy,” James praised. He snaked a hand to Lars’ front, gently pinching one of his nipples between his fingers. That made Lars keen and buck his hips.
“Ahhh, fuck! James!” Lars whimpered, shaken by the sensations coursing through his veins. His cock felt hot and engorged; each little twist and pull on his nipples had sparks traveling straight to it.
“You like having your nipples played with, huh?” James said, his voice sounding so deep and husky through the thickening steam.
“Oh, yeah,” Lars moaned. “Your hands, daddy… Fuck, your hands.” James brought the hand holding the soap up to Lars’ chest as well. He massaged the soap all over, building a lather which made the sight of Lars’ bright pink nipples even more tantalizing as they peaked through the suds. James dropped the soap to cup both of Lars’ pecs in his hands and pinch his nipples at the same time. Lars cried out and squirmed in James’ hold. “Oh, my, God!” The stimulation was almost on the verge of too much, Lars’ cock twitching hard in the humid air.
“D’you think I could make you come just like this, sweet angel?” James whispered hoarsely against Lars’ ear. Lars’ needy whine was his reward. His hands looked huge, engulfing the entirety of Lars’ slim chest, and his fingers looked rough with the ink on them as they toyed with Lars’ soft nipples. “You’re so sensitive; it just amazes me, blows my mind. You come so easily for daddy,” James purred, kissing the shell of Lars’ ear as he stroked his thumbs over the perky buds. “Makes me wonder what else I could do to you to make you come.”
“Oh, daddy! Fuck, please,” Lars mumbled as he felt a hot blush spread on his cheeks. “You know I’m such a slut for you. For anything you give me.”
“Yeah, and there’s nothing that turns me on more than seeing how needy you are,” James drawled. He had to stop rolling Lars’ nipples between his fingers because his own cock throbbed insistently with each sweet whine that escaped from Lars’ lips. The animalistic need to fucking rut against the young man’s flesh clamored in his veins, and James had to do something about it. The lush haze surrounding them made everything feel even more feverish in James’ mind. With one last kiss to Lars’ temple, he moved away.
Lars held his breath in anticipation for what was to come. He looked over his shoulder to see James towering behind him. His golden skin was streaked with rivulets of water, and Lars found himself wanting to trace them with his tongue. Every inch of James was like a delicious feast. James had gathered the soap bar in his hand, and there was an expression of pure desire etched on his face as he smoothed it all over Lars’ back. When James fondled his ass, Lars almost lost it. The massage felt so damn good, the callouses on James’ hands such a thrill on his skin. He moaned and soon enough, the lather was so thick that James’ hands were just gliding over his cheeks.
“Fuck, Lars!” James cursed. The sight of Lars’ creamy little ass made his need to devour him even stronger. The way his tanned hands contrasted with Lars’ pale skin covered in soap was alluring beyond belief. He couldn’t resist squeezing the firm flesh between his hands, making Lars whimper. He grasped Lars’ hips firmly. Lars was so much shorter than James, to the point where Lars’ ass was significantly lower than James’ crotch. It all left James light-headed as he lifted Lars up, encouraging the young man to get on his tiptoes so that he could lodge his cock right between his asscheeks. “God, such a perfect ass!” James groaned as he gave a lascivious thrust of his hips, cock sliding through the lush lather.
“Ahhhh!” Lars cried as he felt James’ shaft rub teasingly against his hole. His hands scrambled for purchase over the slick tiles as every nerve ending in his body caught on fire. His legs strained a bit as James held him up, but it only served to heighten Lars’ perverted desire to be overpowered by James’ sheer size. He felt utterly dominated when James put him right where he wanted to use him for his own pleasure. James’ harsh grunts and squelching sounds filled Lars’ ears as James fucked his cock between his cheeks. It was all so erotic with the hot steam surrounding them, and Lars couldn’t resist glancing over his shoulder to watch James.
The sight that greeted him had his breath catching in his throat. James bared his teeth, the look in his eyes so intense, as he snapped his hips forward. His silver hair fell into wet strands over the creases in his forehead. Water — or maybe sweat — traveled down James’ temple, following the vein on the side of his neck as James grunted with exertion and pleasure. He truly looked like a sexy beast, and Lars couldn’t believe he had all of that to himself.
“Oh, daddy!” Lars moaned. James gave a particularly hard thrust that had him stumbling forward. His tender hole involuntarily spasmed when the tip of James’ cock grazed it. It was as if his body was acting on its own, aching for James to bury his cock to the hilt inside him. Lars’ mind stopped working, and all he could do was mutter Danish words.
James was delirious with lust. Hearing Lars switch to his native language meant that he’d fucked all but the most basic thought from his brain. He watched as his balls collided with the back of Lars’ thighs with each of his deep thrusts. James felt Lars’ hole quivering with each pass of his cock over it. He pushed his hips upward, the movement making his cockhead bump hard against the tight pucker. It took tremendous willpower for James not to enter Lars right then and there. His cock was so slick from both precome and soap that he wondered if it wouldn’t just sink in like a hot knife through butter if he decided to act on his desires. He bit his lip and picked up the speed instead, ramming his cock hard and fast between the taut asscheeks.
As Lars’ small body trembled, James tightened his grip in an effort to steady him. Lars’ skin had turned to a warm shade of pink from the heat of the water and arousal, so white finger marks bloomed where James’ fingers dug into his hips. James was enraptured by the sight; that, along with the purplish hickey on Lars’ collarbone, stirred the possessiveness in him to a point of no return. He wanted to leave his mark all over Lars’ soft skin, painting him like an obscene canvas. He wanted Dave to see the marks he’d left on Lars when Lars went back to college in the morning. With these thoughts racing through his mind, James felt himself tipping dangerously close to the edge.
“Baby, you feel so good around me,” James sighed. He changed the angle to plunge his cock between Lars’ thighs instead; he wanted to make Lars come like this. He’d made his boy come untouched before; he wanted to see if he could make that happen again. His cock slid underneath Lars’ own as he fucked his hips forward. “You make daddy feel so crazy! It’s taking every bit of my self control not to bury my cock right into you,” James gritted out.
James’ rich voice resonated in Lars’ ears and if James’ hands hadn’t been holding him up, his knees would have given way. Lars moaned, all broken and desperate, as his balls dragged against James’ shaft. His balls were so tight; it felt like they were about to burst, the friction bordering between pleasure and pain. The sheer size difference between their cocks was dramatically pronounced this way. He swallowed hard as he looked down to see James’ cock passing through his thighs with a wet squelch. Lars’ cock twitched above it, not even half as big as James’. The visual, and what it awakened in Lars, made the fire in his belly explode. With only a few more thrusts of James’ hips, Lars came with a shameless cry.
As Lars’ come splattered the tiles, his legs — straining against James’ hold — finally gave way. Before he could fall forward, James wrapped Lars in a bear hug to hold Lars tightly against him. Lars’ head lolled back against James’ chest as his orgasm washed over him.
His eyes scrunched closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and his heart-shaped lips opened on frantic pants.
James held him through it until Lars gained enough of his consciousness to push his ass back against James’ thighs. “C’mon, daddy,” he urged, accent sounding thicker with post orgasmic bliss. “Wanna make you come, too.”
James was powerless to resist that invitation. He unwrapped his arms from around Lars’ narrow shoulders and let him turn around to face him. Lars had a mischievous glint in eyes as he grasped James’ cock with one hand while the other cupped his balls. A rough moan ripped from James’ throat as Lars began to insistently wring his cock, the movement of his hand fast and eager.
James’ ball sack felt heavy in Lars’ palm, engorged and ready to spill its load. Helplessly enthralled, Lars sank to his knees. The tiles dug into his knees, but he didn’t mind the ache in the least as he looked up at James. James’ legs were so long that Lars’ face fell naturally about the middle of his thighs. Lars had to tilt his head back to see all of him. James’ thick stomach muscles contracted as he took in deep breaths. His nipples glistened amidst his slightly softened pecs, water and sweat streaking his chest. From this angle, Lars thought James looked particularly god-like.
“Damn, look at you!” James praised as his hands tangled in Lars’ wet hair, holding his head back. There was something lusty but also loving burning in the darkened blue of his eyes.
“Look at you,” Lars retorted. “My sexy daddy.” He smiled up at James as he stroked his cock and rolled his balls. James’ fingers tightened in his hair, signifying that he was right on the brink. He never broke eye contact with Lars, making Lars blush under his gaze. A feral groan rumbled from James’ chest as his belly caved in slightly. In this instant, Lars knew the older man had reached his peak. He directed James’ cock toward his face and was rewarded with warm ropes of spunk splashing over his cheeks and chin. “Fuck yeah, that’s it! That’s it, daddy,” Lars moaned, milking James’ cock through it. He squeezed his hand around the head to pull out every last bit of the prized sperm from that gorgeous cock.
“Oh, fuck,” James groaned, at a loss for words, as his brain melted to nothingness. His eyes fluttered closed as his orgasm shook him to his very core. After all the emotions from the day, this truly felt like an earth-shattering finish. He was floating, the sound of water droplets hitting the tile echoing oddly in his head. He tightened his grip on Lars’ long hair in an attempt to ground himself.
He cracked his eyes open to be met with the sight of Lars still on his knees for him. His reddened cheeks were splattered with his come even as he licked it off his lips. His big green eyes looked up at James with such devotion in them. It never failed to give James a powerful rush when he saw the young man debauched so completely. Seeing those soft boyish cheeks covered with his come was one of the absolute filthiest things he’d ever seen. It was second only to watching his seed spill out of Lars’ freshly bred hole.
“I’m so far gone for you,” James huffed, brushing away the come on Lars’ face with his thumbs. “I…” The words got stuck in James’ throat. “I wanna kiss you,” he settled on instead. Lars rose eagerly, getting on his tiptoes and wrapping his small arms around James’ neck. He pressed himself against James as their lips met in a lazy kiss. “You’re my boy, aren’t you?” James asked when they broke the kiss.
“Of course, I am,” Lars sighed contently. “And I love you.”
James felt warmth settle in his chest at Lars’ easy declaration. Somehow, those three fateful words felt more meaningful now. James held Lars tighter in his arms and whispered against his ear, “Love you too, baby.” He held him tight, rocking him in his arms. Eventually, he moved away to say, “Let’s get us cleaned up before that water turns cold.” That earned him a giggle from Lars who had the most blissed out expression on his face.
When they came out of the shower, dried off, and settled in bed, James spooned Lars from behind. James wrapped his arms around Lars’ delicate frame. In this position, Lars’ ass pressed right against his crotch. They were both wearing boxers, but it still felt very intimate. Before James could close his eyes, Lars’ slightly raspy voice broke the silence. “You know, there’s a fair happening next weekend. There will be a Ferris wheel and stuff. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me?” Lars asked in a hopeful tone.
James laughed softly. Lars’ mind really never stopped working; he always had plans. And James couldn’t refuse him anything. “Absolutely! That totally sounds like fun.” James was answered by a happy sigh, and then, Lars turned his head to kiss him on the cheek.
“Can’t wait!” Lars said.
With thoughts of James buying him a big plushy, sharing cotton candy, and riding in the Ferris wheel, Lars drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 9
Notes:
Omg, hey you guysss!! 😘 It's been so long, and I'm so sorry for the wait. 😩 I sincerely hope this chapter makes up for it; it's filled with everything you guys love about my fic! I'm so excited to share it with you, and I can't wait to read your amazing comments!!! 😍💞 Just a little spoiler... The Biker!James fantasy is real. 🥵🥵
Here's the picture of James that inspired it all:
He's wearing the same outfit in this chapter! 😏
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Lars was finally back on campus for the rest of the week. James had dropped him off in the morning, and they’d made plans to see each other at the fair next Saturday. James had a busy week ahead at work. A whole new stock of motorcycles would be coming in from the Harley Davidson factory, and James would have to manage everything. “Take that opportunity to focus on your classes. Wouldn’t want you to fail them because of me!” James had told him which made Lars roll his eyes and then laugh. Lars had complained about not seeing James, but James had reassured him that their separation would only make it better when they were together again.
***
Lars was catching up with Kirk; it felt like forever since they’d spent time together. Yesterday had been an absolute whirlwind, and in between classes and James, Lars hadn’t been able to tell his friend everything that had happened over the weekend. Of course, they’d exchanged Snaps, but Lars wanted to tell Kirk all about it in person.
Kirk had brought a blanket for them to sit on and candies for them to eat underneath the shade of a big tree. They were overlooking an artificial pond in between the dorm buildings. The weather was nice and cool on this late September day.
Kirk dug through the bag of gummies, munching on a few. He shook his head when Lars told him about the shocker of yesterday evening. “Wow, I can’t believe Dave actually showed up!” Kirk huffed.
“Yeah, he did,” Lars said and then added with a smirk, “But get this; he has a crush on James!” Lars gently shoved his shoulder against Kirk’s. “I don’t know exactly why he followed us, but James said he had a boner.”
That made Kirk burst out with laughter.
“No way, are you serious? He’s such a weirdo. Do you think he’s a voyeur?” Kirk asked, getting hold of himself and suddenly becoming dead serious.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if he is!” Lars paused. “I’ll be honest with you, though; part of me would like it if he saw us.”
Unsurprisingly, Lars’ mind conjured up obscene visuals. He imagined Dave wanting to do more than just watch, and James would let Dave join them. Ever in control, James would have Lars and Dave lay themselves out for him on his massive bed, and he’d take turns fucking them both. What a pleasure it would be to see Dave’s machismo crumble as he took James’ fat cock up his ass! Lars could picture the desperation on Dave’s handsome face, lush lips opened on harsh pants as the new sensations overwhelmed him. His dark eyes would still send daggers Lars’ way anytime they made eye contact. James would tug on Dave’s thick red curls as he’d snap his hips, all big and sweaty on top. James’ golden skin would contrast so enticingly with Dave’s rosy complexion. He’d pull out of Dave only to hitch Lars on his lap and finish inside him with a feral growl, his prized seed for Lars’ ass only. Dave would watch it all with jealous eyes.
“You’re one horny little bastard, you know that?” Kirk remarked with a knowing smile, affectionately bumping the tip of Lars’ nose with his index finger. He probably noticed how Lars’ eyes had become glazed over as the filthy thoughts flashed through his dirty mind. “But that’s precisely why I love you. Your energy is endless! We had so much fun when we were together.”
There was something soft in Kirk’s voice, but it wasn’t sadness, more like fond remembrance. Kirk and Lars had explored each other’s bodies for a few years before Lars met Dave at some frat party. Their friendship had taken a toll from it; Kirk and Dave didn’t get along from the start and always got into heated arguments. Lars was chaotic, and at times, he could be a complete jerk to those around him. He knew he’d hurt Kirk, but once he’d come around to apologize, Kirk hadn’t hesitated a second to forgive him. Kirk had been fine with them having an open relationship since what really mattered to him was being Lars’ friend. He literally was the sweetest friend Lars could have ever asked for. Sometimes, Lars felt like he didn’t deserve him.
“I love you too, Kirk,” Lars said as he laid his head on Kirk’s shoulder. His dark curly hair smelled like the sea, a scent that brought back memories of those years spent together.
When they broke their embrace, Kirk spilled some Skittles into his hand before popping them into his mouth. “But tell me, how did James handle it when he saw Dave on his doorstep?”
“He scared him off and told him not to mess around with us,” Lars answered with an eyebrow wiggle. He extended his hand for some Skittles, “Gimme the purple ones.”
“I know, I know.” Kirk complied with Lars’ demands, digging into the bag to drop the desired flavor into Lars’ hand.
“Ooh, I see where this is going with James,” Kirk said with a mischievous grin. “He’s such a huge and imposing man; I bet he’s really hot when he’s angry.”
“Oh, yeah.” Lars nodded. “He is. But I’ve seen him in even hotter circumstances, you know.”
“Oh, my, God! Yes! Tell me how it was!” Kirk urged, turning to face Lars. Lars reached for Kirk’s hands, threading their fingers together. He usually wasn’t the kind of guy to get flustered, and especially not with Kirk, but thinking about what had transpired between him and James made him blush.
“It was amazing. He was amazing,” Lars confided. “He’s a dream, I tell you. He knows exactly what to do. He’s so fucking sexy, Kirk! I can’t believe he’s mine.”
“Oh, you’re lucky alright. I’m so happy for you, Lars!” Kirk said.
The conversation went on, both friends giggling and just enjoying being together again.
***
Saturday came sooner than Lars had expected.
The fair was huge! There were so many food and game stands that Lars could hardly believe his eyes. There were also countless rides like a carousel, bumper cars, and also a pirate ship that Lars really wanted to try but that James wasn’t too keen on. He explained to Lars that he used to love these rides when he was younger, but somehow at 60, they just made him feel super dizzy. It was night, so everything was illuminated by vivid neon signs or twinkling lights. There was music bursting from every corner mingling with the hysterical screams of people enjoying the rides. As they walked through the stands, Lars kept feasting his eyes on James.
Lars couldn’t quite believe James had decided to wear — out of all his pants options — leather pants to go to the fair. The way the material stretched over his muscular ass and thighs should be illegal. Lars wondered if James hadn’t chosen these pants precisely to fuel Lars’ terribly horny mind.
But that wasn't all.
James was wearing a long sleeved black shirt, bunched at the forearms and opened tantalizingly down the neck to reveal a silver cross. He also wore a rough letter vest over it. To complete his attire, he had a scarf peeking from his pants’ back pocket and sturdy leather boots. He was every bit the biker daddy of Lars’ deepest fantasies; it all left Lars desperately aching for James to bend him over and fuck him right then and there. It had been a little more than a week since James had ravished Lars, and Lars was more than ready for James to do it all over again.
Lars felt giddy as he walked by James’ side, but he didn’t really know how to act in public with him. He always held hands with Kirk when they went on dates, but he wasn’t sure if James was comfortable with that. If people saw them holding hands, it would make more than a few heads turn. Their pronounced age gap made it uncertain as to who they were to each other. When people looked at them, did they see a handsome older man with his son or nephew? Or did they just see friends? With James being so masculine, Lars being his young lover probably wasn’t the first thing that came to mind.
Or maybe it wasn’t that difficult putting two and two together with the way Lars looked tonight. He was wearing white jeans, ripped at the knees, and a cropped Judas Priest t-shirt that showed off a bit of skin between his belly button and the waistband of his pants. The color made the jeans look even tighter, hugging Lars’ legs and ass like a second skin. Put it simply, he looked like a twink.
“I’m so happy you came with me!” Lars exclaimed. He resisted the urge to lunge at James and plant a kiss on his lips. “Hey, look at that!” Lars pointed toward an enormous plush panda hanging from one of the stands. “That panda is so cool!” The stand was for a shooting game. Since James was a hunter, it would probably be a piece of cake for him to shoot at the moving ducks.
“You want it, huh?” James chuckled, raising an eyebrow. Lars shook his head vigorously in agreement. “Don’t you worry, I’ll win it for you. Anything for my boy.” He gave Lars a wink before striding up to the stand. James’ confidence made Lars feel weak at the knees, but he followed him like an excited puppy nonetheless.
Once they got to the stand, a chubby man with a shaggy beard greeted them. He was all too happy to collect James’ money and let him have a try. Lars saw a few bills flash out of James’ wallet, and that left him wondering how much James had paid to indulge him. He felt spoiled, and it secretly (or not so secretly) got him hot under the collar anytime James spent money on him.
“I want that big panda,” James told the man as he pointed at the plushy.
“Sure thing! It’s yours if you can shoot all the ducks before time runs out. Good luck!” The man probably could have guessed that James knew how to shoot a gun based on his outfit, but his eyes still widened when James took the first shot and hit the duck clean.
James’ stance was wide and powerful, and Lars felt a thrill slither down his spine at the sight of him wielding a weapon; there was something so hot and dangerous about it. The look on James’ face was cool and calculated, intent on not missing one moving duck. Lars’ eye zeroed in on James’ muscular forearms as he pulled on the trigger in rapid succession.
When James was done, he turned the man’s way. The man whistled, clearly impressed. “Jesus Christ, you’re one hell of a shot! You’re definitely the best I’ve had at this fair!” He grabbed a pole to unhook the panda and handed it off to James.
James placed the gun back on the holder before catching the plushy with a hearty laugh. “Thanks, man! I own quite a few guns and I’m a hunter, so that sure came in handy with those ducks.”
“I see you! Always good to meet fellas out here who still uphold the second amendment!” The man, eager to make some more money, looked in Lars' direction. “Does that young man accompanying you want to have a shot too?”
“Nah,” Lars answered, waving his hand dismissively. “I was just here for the panda!”
“Alright, then! You guys enjoy the rest of your evening at the fair!” The man said with a lopsided smile.
They left, and of course, James carried the panda for Lars. The visual of him, all in leather, carrying a plushy sure was comical. Lars couldn’t suppress his excited giggles. “I’m just so happy you got it for me!” He tugged on James’ sleeve, stopping James to face him. “I wanna kiss you so bad.”
A soft smile stretched James’ lips as he watched Lars bouncing around. It always made something warm bloom in James’ chest to see Lars happy. It brushed away James’ reluctance to display signs of affection with Lars in public. “Then kiss me!” He answered without a second thought. Lars got on his tip toes and kissed James on the cheek. His eyes were sparkling with mirth before he grabbed at the plushy and hugged it in his arms.
“Oh, and you looked so hot shooting that gun,” Lars said with a look from underneath his lashes.
“Really?” James asked, but he wasn’t surprised at all that Lars had enjoyed seeing him with a gun in hand. The young man had made it clear more than once that he loved James’ displays of rough masculinity. “Not too redneck for you that I love guns and probably own more than I need?”
Lars bit on his lip, blushing under James’ gaze. “No, it just adds to everything that turns me on about you. I’d love to see your guns and watch you shoot them.”
James smirked, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair away from Lars’ face. “I’ll definitely bring a few when I take you fishing next month.” He stroked Lars’ cheek. “And you look real cute holding that panda. It’s almost as big as you,” James teased. His dimples flashed and there was such fondness in the clear blue of his eyes that it left Lars spellbound. The whole world seemed to stop, neon lights blurring and noise fading around James.
Lars giggled as he hugged the plushy tighter. “I love it so much! I’ll always think of you when I look at it.”
“I’m glad you do.” Before Lars could get too sentimental, James ruffled his hair affectionately. “C’mon, kid; let’s get ourselves some snacks and hitch a ride on that Ferris wheel.”
They made their way to a stand that was selling cotton candy. Lars wanted some, so of course, James bought some for him. James got them some sugar-coated almonds too. He tore the bag open and shared a handful with Lars.
As they were heading for the Ferris wheel, James spotted a Native American man and a woman with long braided hair standing by the carousel. “Hey, Rob!” James shouted, waving at his friend. Lars recognized the man as the bass player from James’ band.
“Hey, James! What’s up, man?” Rob hollored in answer with a grin.
“I’m good, I’m good!” James patted him on the back. He turned his attention to the woman. “And how are you, Chloe? Been a while since I last saw you!”
Chloe was all smiles. “I’ve been doing great! I was actually in Arizona for a couple of weeks for one of my upcoming painting projects.” Lars would have guessed that she was an artist judging by her eccentric style. She wore a yellow Bohemian dress, a scarf with floral motifs, and green boots. “And who is this?” She asked as she made eye contact with Lars.
“I’m Lars,” he said. He awkwardly extended his hand, squishing the panda’s head underneath his arm. James, seeing that Lars’ hands were full, took the cotton candy out of the way for him. Chloe laughed and shook his free hand enthusiastically. Lars hesitated on how, exactly, he should introduce himself. He settled on a simple and certain answer, “I’m James’ friend.”
“Oh, it’s so nice to meet you! I’m Chloe, Rob’s wife. Have you met Rob before?”
“Not exactly, but I’ve seen him often on stage!” Lars turned Rob’s way. “You’re such an awesome bass player. Your energy on stage is crazy! You rock, man!” Rob smiled, his eyes crinkling endearingly as he did. He seemed genuinely pleased by Lars’ compliments.
“Thank you so much for saying that! You rock too!” Rob’s fingers formed the sign of the horns. “James told me so much about you; he told me you also played in a band, that you’re a drummer.”
“Yeah... Not nearly as talented as you guys, but I try my best.”
“We all gotta start somewhere! I’m sure you’re great. I’d love to hear you play, too. One of these days, if you ever feel ready to share your music out there, hit me up!” There was just such a cool vibe radiating from Rob that it instantly put Lars at ease.
The conversation went on, and soon enough, Lars was making both Rob and Chloe laugh at his stories. Unsurprisingly, they asked about the panda, and Lars gave them a really entertaining story about James shooting all the ducks in less than 10 seconds. James chuckled and shook his head at that slight exaggeration.
James felt pride bloom in his chest as he watched Lars interact with his friends. They both seemed to like Lars’ boisterous personality. He was quite the talk machine, but Rob and Chloe didn’t seem to mind in the least; they just asked him more questions which led to more answers. James was content just to listen to them. At some point, the conversation became more engaged between Lars and Chloe, so James and Rob got to catch up on what had happened since last Friday.
James omitted certain details concerning how that Friday night had ended.
As the conversation wound down, Chloe shared her phone number with Lars since they had gotten along so well, and he was really interested in learning how to make pottery with her.
“You guys have a wonderful rest of your evening!” She told them as she and Rob headed off to check the rest of the fair’s attractions.
“Thanks, Chloe! It was so nice catching up with you guys.” James waved at them. “See ya around!”
***
They were sitting side by side in a Ferris wheel cabin, knees touching, while the panda slouched on the opposite bench. They were high up in the air which meant they got a great panoramic view of the fair below.
“You’ve got cotton candy on your nose,” James remarked. Lars looked absolutely adorable eating the sugary treat: bright green eyes, soft pink cheeks, and a bit of blue cotton candy on the tip of his nose. Lars giggled as he brushed it away. His fingers were sticky, so he popped them into his mouth to clean them off. Lars looked boyish enough, but the way he purposefully swirled his tongue around his fingers was far from innocent. The usual mix of guilt and desire pooled in James’ stomach as he watched him.
The first thing that James had noticed when he’d picked up Lars earlier this evening was that Lars was wearing the beaded bracelet he’d gifted him. James couldn’t help but think that it was a visual reminder that Lars was his sugar baby to spoil rotten. Lars had been teasing James all evening with the clothes he was wearing and now that they had more privacy, James could no longer keep his hands to himself.
Lars’ breath caught in his throat as James possessively laid a hand on his upper thigh. “These pants look real good on you.” James squeezed Lars’ thigh and then trailed his hand up to play over the exposed skin of Lars’ abdomen. Lars was very sensitive there, and he couldn’t suppress the full body shiver that wracked his frame. “Such a pretty baby,” James purred, voice like a sensual caress for Lars’ ears only. “You always have to wear something to rile me up.”
“It’s only fair with the way you look,” Lars replied. “You and leather pants; how is that supposed to make me feel?” He placed the cotton candy on the wrapper and inched ever closer to bury his face into James’ chest, right where the collar of his shirt was opened and silvery hair peaked out. Lars inhaled his musky cologne and felt his head swim. Lars’ hands grasped at roughened up leather, one settled on his thigh while the other tugged on the lapel of his vest. He looked up to see the lights of the cabin play over the sharp edges and wrinkles on James’ face. Sparks of golden blond colored his hair and mustache ever so slightly. Damn, he was gorgeous!
Lars’ ardent need never ceased to amaze James. He could practically feel the young man tremble with desire against him. He wrapped an arm around Lars’ shoulders to steady him. “Can’t wait to get you home,” James whispered into Lars’ hair. “So many things I wanna do to you, but this isn’t exactly the place for what I have in mind.”
It took everything for Lars not to outright moan as James’ warm voice and body enveloped his senses. Despite the cool breeze, Lars felt all hot and bothered as he thought of getting down on his knees and sucking James off. The vision of James with his legs opened wide and his thick shaft sticking out of his leather pants flashed through his mind. Even though they were high up in the air, the risk of people seeing them was still very real. But that risk somehow only served to thrill Lars even more. It was definitely something he’d love to try, but he wasn’t too certain James would be that shameless.
Lars was shaken out of his increasingly dirty thoughts when James placed two fingers underneath Lars’ chin, tilting his head back. “Are you going to finish that cotton candy?” He asked, arching an eyebrow.
He reached back for the cotton candy and shared some with James.
They spent the rest of the ride chatting about everything from guns to pottery and just enjoying each other’s company as they looked at the twinkling lights of the fair below.
But Lars wanted more.
The night had only just begun.
***
As soon as they stepped out of James’ truck and into the garage, Lars was on James. His heart was hammering as he pressed himself flush against James’ body, reaching out to hold onto his broad shoulders. The older man settled his hands underneath Lars’ ass to lift him up effortlessly. Lars wrapped his legs around James’ waist and his arms around James’ neck, crashing their lips against one another.
Lars moaned into the kiss as James squeezed both of his asscheeks at the same time. James’ hands engulfed almost the entirety of Lars’ cheeks, and that never failed to ignite the fire in Lars. His cock was filling up at a dizzying speed against James’ stomach. There was no doubt that James could feel just how hard he was getting — even through the material of his jeans — and it made Lars bite his lip and whine. He felt like a wanton whore, but he couldn’t care less. “Want you to fuck me so hard,” he breathed against the shell of James’ ear. “Want your big fat cock in me, daddy. Please.”
Lars’ sheer desperation was like the dirtiest and sweetest music to James’ ears. He was literally begging James to give him a hard pounding, and it awakened the most animalistic kind of desire in James. He never thought he’d ever want to despoil someone so badly. Especially not a boy almost four decades younger than he was.
But here he was.
His bulge was pressing teasingly underneath Lars’ ass, right where his taint was. It made James want to rip off the fabric and feel that hot skin rub all over his cock instead. He held Lars’ cheeks tighter in his hands, fingers digging into the denim, and walked the few steps from the truck to one of his motorcycles. He sat Lars down on the seat, the young man looking up at him with eyes widened by surprise.
“I’ll go grab some lube inside. I want you naked and seated when I come back,” James commanded, voice husky with desire. He had a stern look on his face, eyes hooded and lips parted. Lars’ heart and cock were throbbing in sync as he realized where this was going; James intended to fuck him on his bike! James bent down to capture his lips in another hungry kiss before trailing his lips further down, mustache rasping against the tender skin of Lars’ neck. Without any warning, he bit down where Lars’ pulse was thundering. Lars keened, hands flying up to grasp the lapels of James’ vest.
“I’ll be right back,” James reiterated before moving away. Lars watched as James turned on his heel and headed inside, the material of his leather pants hugging the curve of his ass so sinfully.
Lars didn’t have to be told twice; he stood up to shed all of his clothes until he was stark naked except for the bracelet on his wrist. Lars knew the bracelet was a sign of James’ love for him, but he also perceived it as a sign of ownership. A tag of sorts that identified him as James’ and nobody else’s.
James’ baby boy.
He shivered at the thought as much as at the chilly air of the garage hitting his skin. He sat on the seat, fisting his rock hard dick and spreading one of his legs out to the side. He propped his foot on the pedal, and his toes involuntarily curled around it as he gave his dick a sharp tug. He threw his head back and moaned. The sensations were already overwhelming, and James hadn’t even gotten his hands on his feverish skin yet.
Meanwhile, James almost ran up the stairs to the bedroom to get the lube. He really wasn’t in the mood for slow and gentle tonight; all he wanted was to sheath his cock in Lars’ tight little body, fuck him roughly, and make him scream.
When he came back to the garage, he was greeted by the shameless vision of Lars jerking himself off on his bike. He was gripping at the seat with one hand while his other was fisting his dick. He was naked except for the bracelet; it shook down his wrist with the movement of his hand. James’ stomach swooped hotly as he was reminded once more that Lars was his boy. His slender body was on full display for James’ eyes: milky white skin with only the slightest dusting of pubic hair. His soft brown hair cascaded down his shoulders, some strands brushing tantalizingly over his perky nipples.
“Look at you,” James sighed. He strode up to Lars and reached for his thighs, making him tremble underneath James’ touch. James noticed how the tip of Lars’ dick already glistened with wetness. His small ballsack was flushed pink and drawn tight, leaving James to wonder if Lars was already close. His young overeager body fascinated James, driving James wild with the need to pull multiple orgasms out of him. “All hard and wet for me already. Spread out like a little whore,” James groaned, pawing and kneading at the velvety skin of Lars’ inner thighs. He noticed how Lars blushed furiously at his dirty compliments, and it fueled him to add, “Daddy’s little whore.”
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I am,” Lars admitted, biting his lip. Being called a whore by James literally made his dick twitch. “All I need is for you to fuck and fill me, daddy.” James’ expression turned predatory, a flame burning in the darkened blue of his irises. James massaged his thighs, trailing his fingers inward to teasingly graze just underneath his balls. “Fuck, please, James,” Lars mewled, spreading his legs wider and thrusting his hips forward to give James better access to his most intimate of places.
“So needy,” James tutted. “You want it bad, don’t ya?” That earned him an eager nod and big pleading eyes from Lars. He pressed himself closer, mouthing at Lars’ neck and growling against his ear, “Tonight, you’re my biker bitch. All mine to fuck right there on my bike.” James was surprised by the sheer filth tumbling out of his lips, but he felt possessed and could no longer keep the words in. “And I’ll breed you good. Stuff you so full of me,” He vowed, placing a hand on Lars’ taut stomach and caressing it in slow circles to emphasize his point.
Lars almost lost it right then and there. His balls felt like they were about to burst as the heat in his stomach twisted and turned under James’ caresses. James’ lewd words, whispered in that sinfully deep voice against his ear, coupled with his large hand on his tummy verged on too much. James had to get on with it or else Lars wouldn’t last much longer at all. “The things you say, daddy … You’ll make me come if you keep that up! Please, hurry!” Lars whined, his voice breaking off on the last word.
James could practically taste Lars’ desperation. “Alright, pretty boy. I’ll give you what you need.” He took hold of Lars’ hips and lifted him up and off the seat. James took his place, leather pants creaking against the seat made of the same material, and manhandled Lars until he was straddling his thighs. “Yeah, that’s right where you belong,” James drawled as he lightly smacked Lars’ ass, pulling a sob from Lars’ lips in response.
“Where do you belong?” James asked, wanting to hear Lars say it himself. He brushed away the bangs from Lars’ eyes and cupped his face between his hands.
“On daddy’s lap,” Lars admitted, looking at James from underneath his lashes. “And with…” the blush on his cheeks deepened as his eyes locked with James’ in a heated stare. “With daddy’s come deep inside me.” Lars felt the delicious mix of shame and lust that he had grown addicted to lodge in his chest.
That feeling was even more amplified as he realized that James was fully clothed and he was completely naked. His pale skin contrasted in the most obscene of ways with the dark leather stretching over James’ muscular thighs and shoulders. Lars felt dwarfed by James’ size when he was hitched up on his lap like that. He could see the beefy outline of James’ cock straining the leather, and he couldn’t resist laying a hand over it. “I’m such a whore for your cock, daddy.”
James groaned at Lars’ words and touch. He quickly reached down to pop the button and unzip the fly of his pants. James shoved the waistband of his boxers underneath his balls and pulled his cock out of his fly. He noticed how Lars’ eyes widened at the sight of him. James felt something hot twist inside his stomach; Lars’ amazement never failed to give him an ego boost.
Lars’ hole reflexively clenched as he watched James’ massive cock spring out of his leather pants. Prominent veins pulsed on the underside, and the skin was flushed pink with the rush of blood. His heavy balls were lifted up in a mouth watering display. James lazily pumped his tattooed hand, precome leaking out of the flared head to spread down the shaft and into the light dusting of white hair covering his groin. Lars watched, enraptured, as the foreskin covered the head before being pulled back down with the movement of James’ big paw. He was so powerfully male, hairy and thick in all the right ways, that it made Lars sweat. “You want all of that inside ya, isn’t that right?” James teased.
“Fuck yeah!” Lars moaned. He watched with eager eyes as James jacked his cock some more. He had a smirk on his lips, and he looked so pleased with himself that it made Lars feel all weak inside. He stopped pulling on his cock only to settle his hands, which felt like hot brands, on Lars’ hips before kissing him fiercely.
“Turn around,” James ordered huskily when they broke the kiss. He helped Lars lift himself back up. James positioned him so that he was sitting on his lap, only now his ass was facing James. James reached for the bottle inside the pocket of his vest and uncapped it. He drizzled an ungodly amount of lube over his fingers; he knew just how tight Lars was which meant lots of lube was in order to loosen up his tiny asshole. James held Lars across the stomach with his forearm. He circled Lars’ already quivering hole, spreading lube over the rim and pulling desperate whimpers out of Lars’ lips in the process.
“Daddy, fuck! Gimme your fingers, please!” Lars squealed. He felt overheated, thrusting his ass back wantonly onto James’ fingers. James was holding him in place with his thick forearm, preventing him from squirming too much. Lars felt so small and at his mercy. His legs were dangling on each side of James’ own, his feet barely reaching down to the middle of James’ shins.
He heard James growl and then felt his mustache tickle the back of his neck. The older man sucked a hickey into his neck — right where he’d bitten earlier — making Lars’ cock twitch hard at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. At the same time, James eased a large finger into his ass. Lars gasped at the intrusion, grabbing with both hands at James’ forearm in an effort to steady himself. He inadvertently rolled his hips which made the sweaty back of his thighs glide against the leather of James’ pants.
“God, you’re so tight,” James sighed, sliding his finger in and out slowly to test the resistance. Lars’ hole was greedily clutching around his digit on each pull; it made James ache with the need to feel that vice around his cock instead.
James fucked his finger inside a few more times before withdrawing it. He coated two with more lube and then slid them all the way in with a vulgar squelch. “Such a juicy little boypussy,” James drawled. He noticed how Lars’ cheeks reddened at his words. James kissed him on the cheek, nuzzling his temple and inhaling his scent. He smelled sweet like cotton candy but with an edge of manly musk.
As James scissored his fingers inside that exquisitely tight ass, lube oozed out of Lars’ hole to dirty his pants. The leather was getting all slick and shiny with it. “You’re making a big mess of my pants, kid,” he chastised lightly. Lars’ small frame was wracked by a full body shiver. James couldn’t resist spreading the fingers of his other hand over Lars’ stomach, gently petting over the smooth skin. Lars was so slight, skinny even, and all James wanted was to fill up that tummy with his cock and sperm. James’ dick, jutting straight out of his fly, stirred at the thought. He fucked his fingers a little harder, pulling loud whimpers and moans out of Lars. “Goddamn it, Lars! You make daddy so hard,” James accused. “And you’re so loud.”
Lars hung his head and took in a big breath. The things James was saying coupled with the feeling of his girthy fingers driving into his ass were almost too much to handle. When James curled his fingers and stroked that spot, Lars arched his back and cried out, “Oh, God, James! Oh!” His toes curled tightly as sparks traveled straight from his prostate to lodge into his balls. In an effort to quell his impending release, Lars squeezed a hand around his dick. “Please, daddy, fuck me now or else…” He broke off on something that sounded embarrassingly close to a squeak.
“Just a lil’ more. Don’t wanna hurt my boy,” James groaned against Lars’ ear. Lars’ mind blurred slightly as James continued to open him up, his fingers precise in their intent. His asshole felt swollen with all that attention, gaping each time James’ fingers pulled out to circle the rim. And each time, lube squirted out of him to drip down his taint. Blushing fiercely, Lars couldn’t help but think that James truly had turned his hole into the boypussy he liked to call it. The thrusting and scissoring went on a bit longer, but Lars lost sense of time. Eventually, James hummed his approval.
James stood up and hitched Lars over the fuel tank until his ass was level with James’ cock. Lars’ legs were bent on each side of the bike, the back of his feet resting on the exhaust pipes. His hands scrambled for purchase, holding onto the sides of the tank. His hole was on full display with the way he was spread out and bent; the sight was like a punch to James’ stomach. Lars’ hole twitched, begging for James to spear it open with his cock. Lars’ hips were so narrow and his ass so pert that James was quite suddenly overtaken with the need to slap it. He laid a sharp slap on his left cheek, and judging from the needy moan Lars made, he clearly enjoyed it.
“Yeah, that’s my little fuckboy,” James drawled as he took hold of his cock and lined it with Lars’ entrance. With a firm push, James breached Lars’ well-lubed asshole. He gathered a handful of Lars’ silky brown hair in his hand and tugged. “My biker bitch,” he growled, the filthy words tumbling out of his lips without thought.
Lars’ breath left him in a long exhale. He felt delirious, eyes watering as James slowly but surely stretched him open. James’ shaft felt endless, but he relished it as every nerve ending in his body lit up. He’d missed that feeling of complete surrender, of being overpowered and overwhelmed by such a large man as James. The way that James was talking to him in that gruffly sensual voice of his — the things he was calling Lars — also reinforced the pure pleasure of being dominated. Lars’ cock was sandwiched between his stomach and the tank, and it was every bit the rough fucking he’d been desperate for. “Slap me again, daddy,” Lars demanded.
James’ ears rang; he couldn’t believe how dirty his boy was! He slapped him swiftly, twice on both cheeks. Lars’ walls tightened around James as the slaps landed. As James pressed deeper, the grip around his cock truly became eye crossing. “Argh, fuck!” James grunted. “You have no right being this tight, boy.” He gave him another slap, the sight of his weathered hand smacking the flawless flesh almost too much to bear. James continued to inch forward until his leather covered thighs were flush against Lars’ ass.
Lars whimpered. Each of James’ slaps went straight to his cock just as his ass tingled hotly. Lars felt so stuffed with James; tears of pleasure spilled down his flushed cheeks when James bottomed out. The position they were in made James feel even deeper than during their first time. Lars’ hole seized around the intrusion, trying to accommodate all of that meat inside of him, as James began a slow grind. “Daddy, fuck,” Lars mumbled, saliva gathering in his mouth and threatening to spill from his parted lips. James was giving it to him so good; he was loving that thick cock up his ass so much that he was almost drooling.
“Yeah, you take daddy’s cock so well. That’s a good boy,” James praised. He pulled on Lars’ hair, turning his head to the side so that he could see the desperate look on his face; his eyebrows were askew, little red lips opened wetly and cheeks stained with tears. In all his life, James had never seen such rapture. “You love that, huh? Love having my cock deep inside ya.” He pulled out almost all the way out only to slam himself back in. His balls slapped against Lars’ ass as lube squirted out of his hole. “You were made for this,” James growled. He let go of Lars’ hair to grasp his bony hips and give him a couple of deep thrusts.
The sound of James’ low grunts and Lars’ high pitched wails echoed through the garage. Lars was so fucking loud! Moaning continuously, screaming James’ name interspersed with daddy. James had a fleeting thought for his neighbors. What would they think of him if they saw him buried balls deep inside a boy young enough to be his son? A dirty old man, no doubt. It was another level of scandalous, but he was past the point of caring. He was reaming Lars over his prized bike, gritty and messy, while he was fully clothed in leather. James suddenly wished he had a mirror in his garage to see the obscene picture they made.
Lars felt like a puppet in James’ grip, mumbling things in Danish as pleasure melted his brain. He was being rocked back and forth against the bike, the friction on his cock an exquisite kind of torment. His dick was so wet with precome that it was gliding over the metal of the tank, making such a dirty mess. He felt inflamed, the fire in his belly spreading lower to thrum in his loins. Lars was jolted up on his forearms when James’ cock jabbed right into his prostate. “Yes, yes! Right there, daddy!” He shouted before looking over his shoulder.
And there was James, so tall and broad, working his hips with raw intent. His silver hair was sticking up on his head, the wrinkles on his forehead were streaked with a bit of sweat, and his eyes! His eyes were burning blue, the look in them so intense that Lars knew that these eyes could see right through him. Somehow, it felt like James was penetrating him with his eyes just as deeply as he was with his cock. James bared his teeth on a particularly hard thrust. With his horseshoe mustache, the dark tattoos on his neck and forearms, the black shirt and vest, the slick leather pants; he really was a forbidden vision, a fetish come to life. The silver cross swinging through the opening in his shirt was just another reminder of how everything about their relationship was the right kind of wrong.
“C’mon, daddy. Harder!” Lars moaned, rolling his hips back against James’ thrusts.
James could hardly believe it. “Harder, you say? Isn’t that hard enough for you, boy?” He grunted as he picked up the speed, gripping Lars’ hips so roughly that he sure was leaving bruises. He savagely rammed his cock up Lars’ ass, turning Lars into a whimpering mess. He could feel the little nub inside Lars’ ass, rubbery and slick, drag on his cock with each glide. James momentarily stilled his hips, his dick fully sheathed inside of Lars, only to grasp both of his wrists in one hand and press them against the small of his back.
“Ah, James, I-I…” Lars stuttered, hot cheek pressed against cool metal. He was trapped, unable to do anything else but sob brokenly and squeeze around James’ dick. James was nailing his prostate with each of his thrusts, and it was driving him insane. The assault was so intense, not giving Lars any time to recover between the bursts of white hot pleasure. His vision blurred, tears spilled down his cheeks, and he came with a hoarse cry.
The grip on James’ cock tightened even further as Lars’ hole contracted around him; it made James’ hips stutter and tingles run down his spine. James’ heart was in his throat, his breath coming in ragged pants.
Lars whimpered from oversensitivity as James fucked him through his orgasm. James held him down, grunting and chasing his own pleasure with abandon. His heavy balls and the leather of his pants were both smacking Lars’ ass as he sped his thrusts. Soon enough, a guttural moan rang in Lars’ ears. He felt James’ cock growing even larger and then his load spilling inside him. Lars moaned and licked his lips at the feeling of being filled to the brim with James’ come.
James snapped his hips a few more times before pulling out with a lewd sound. Lars turned his head just in time to see James furiously tugging on his dick as spunk shot out to land all across his backside. “Fuck yeah,” James thundered. He had the most carnal expression on his face — jaw slack, eyes heavy lidded, eyebrows drawn up, and wrinkles stark on his forehead. “What a fucking mess I’ve made of you!”
James squeezed his fist around the head of his cock, milking out every last drop of come. The thick white ropes streaked Lars’ reddened cheeks and hole in a most filthy display. More of his sperm trickled out of Lars as he stroked a finger down his crack. “Jesus Christ! I really bred you from the inside out this time,” he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief. He’d thoroughly debauched the young man, and a twisted part of him was deeply satisfied by what he’d turned Lars into. James’ cock hadn’t softened yet, so he grasped it hard in his hand and inched forward to nestle it back into Lars’ freshly bred hole.
“Daddy!” Lars wailed, falling forward against the tank once again. “Oh, my, God!” He couldn’t believe James would go as far as this; his mouth dropped open in shock and to his utter embarrassment, spit trickled out. He felt hypersensitive to the extreme as James’ cock entered him again with the most filthy sound ever. His hole parted so easily for him, wet as it was, but James still felt huge inside him. His girth was pressing on his walls, stretching him so wide.
“Yeah, that’s my boy,” James grunted as he held onto Lars’ asscheeks, spreading them open to watch his cock enter that cream-filled asshole. James’ release gushed out to dribble down the veins on his cock, a sight that could only be classified as pornographic. He pressed onward until his thighs were flush against Lars’. The leather of his pants was absolutely drenched as more come and lube were displaced by his cock plugging up Lars’ ass.
Lars’ eyes were scrunched tightly as he felt his cock stir again. Was it a second orgasm or just the first that wasn’t over yet? He couldn’t tell, but his dick and balls still felt so full. Just as full as his ass felt with James’ fat cock buried to the hilt inside it after the heavy pounding he’d received. The older man hooked an arm around his midsection and lifted him up, the position making Lars’ back arch. James’ shaft couldn’t possibly get any deeper as Lars’ ass was pushed right back onto it. “Ah, daddy! I-I can’t…” Lars mumbled.
“Yes, you can,” James growled, his voice sounding so gravely and husky even to his ears. He settled both of his hands across Lars’ tummy to hold him up. James rolled his hips and moaned; Lars felt so moist all around him, sucking sounds filling his ears. His eyes nearly bugged when he felt his dick move underneath his palms, right through Lars’ skinny abdomen. “Fuck, baby! I can feel myself moving right through here.” He caressed Lars’ stomach to show him just what he meant. Lars squirmed and whimpered. His blunt nails were digging into James’ forearms, but James pried one hand off and directed it over his stomach. “Feel that?” He asked as he set a slow rhythm.
“Fuuuuck,” Lars could only curse. He definitely could feel James moving right through him. It was definitely too much to handle, a sensory overload like no other. Lars rested his head back against James’ chest, feeling and hearing the steady beat of his heart. James’ cock rubbed against his spot again, and Lars lost it. His vision blacked out, his body seized, and his cockslit gaped almost painfully as only a few spurts of come dribbled out of it. “J-James!” He sobbed brokenly.
James held him through it. Lars’ hole spasmed violently around his spent cock, sending a shiver down James’ spine. But at his age, there was no way James was getting hard again. His mind wanted to, but his body could not follow. He pulled out of Lars with a deep sigh, watching as strings of come kept his cockhead connected to Lars’ slack hole. Although the sight stirred his primal instincts, he was exhausted beyond belief. He hugged Lars into his arms. “Such a good boy for daddy,” he whispered against Lars’ temple.
Lars was floating high in the post orgasmic haze, unable to think coherently — all he could do was feel. James’ arms around him felt so good and his body felt so warm. It was the best feeling in the world after such a filthy fuck.
At some point, James let go of him but still kept an arm protectively around his waist. Lars blinked his eyes open and saw his release splattered all across the dark paint of the bike. He giggled stupidly and pointed at the mess.
“Yeah, you made a mess alright,” James chuckled. James stepped away from the bike and reached into his back pocket to pull out the scarf to wipe it clean. He loved seeing the evidence of Lars’ passion on his bike, but he didn’t want it to dry there; it would be a pain to scrape off in the morning.
James looked at Lars, still straddling the tank, skin flushed and a blissful expression on his face. His hair was standing out in all directions, and James couldn’t resist burying one of his hands in it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?” Lars’ green eyes gleamed, and he had the laziest smile on his lips. Lars’ legs were limp, dangling on each side of the bike, and James had a feeling Lars wouldn’t be able to walk or sit comfortably anytime in the foreseeable future after the rough pounding he’d given him. James gathered him in his arms, lifting him up bridal style.
As James walked with Lars’ slender body in his arms, it dawned on him that he might have been too hard on him. “I hope I didn’t hurt you, Lars. I got a bit carried away,” James admitted, kissing the top of Lars’ head.
“No, you didn’t,” Lars sighed contently. “It was everything I wanted. So good that it made me cry and even drool.”
“Yeah, I saw that,” James said fondly. “I figured you were enjoying yourself. You sure are something, Lars.” He pushed the door leading inside the house with his foot. “I love you,” he whispered against his cheek.
“Me too,” Lars answered. “I fucking love you so much, James. I’m crazy for you.”
“You’re my precious boy,” James said as he gently kissed the top of Lars’ head and carried him into the house. A good shower and a warm bed were waiting for them.
Chapter 10
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Insanely hot artwork of Daddy James and his baby boy, made by the extremely talented Adry! 🤤💕 This masterpiece depicts the final sex scene between them.
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The weeks went by and the nights spent at James’ place became so frequent that Lars basically lived there now. Their desire for one another was stronger than ever, but James hadn’t penetrated Lars since that torrid night on his motorcycle. Rather, James took his time tearing Lars apart with his mouth and hands. He rimmed and fingered his hole, sucked on his nipples, and jerked him off. James was determined to make Lars come by different means each time, experimenting with his ever responsive body. The older man even managed to make Lars come just by playing with his freshly pierced nipple. The golden ring made Lars look even sluttier, but James seemed to love it very much, calling Lars his personal toy.
October came which meant salmon fishing season had officially started in British Columbia. James had been talking about bringing Lars along with him ever since he’d cooked Lars some of the salmon he’d caught earlier in the summer.
Lars bounced in the passenger’s seat of James’ pickup truck as they started their drive to the Harrison River, a prime spot for coho salmon fishing. It was fall break for Lars, but he’d decided to extend the break for a week longer since there were thankfully no exams again until finals. Kirk promised he’d take notes for him, so he figured he was covered.
The days driving up to Canada were long, but James had broken up the road trip with one sleepover at a hotel in Eugene, Oregon. Truth be told, Lars didn’t really mind the long days on the road since he got to indulge in long conversations with James.
That always made Lars feel special.
He learned a lot about James’ past during those two long days on the road. James felt comfortable enough to tell Lars about his difficult upbringing in a Christian Scientist family. Lars was particularly moved when James confided in his mother’s passing. She’d refused medical treatment which led to her death. James explained to Lars his deep sense of sadness and abandonment, and how he also blamed his father for his mother’s death. His father had left the small family when they most needed him, and James couldn’t forgive him for it. The more Lars listened to James’ stories, the more he respected James for his strength and courage. Despite his turbulent childhood, he managed to become a very successful man.
James’ stories weren’t all bad, and when he talked about his love for music, his whole face seemed to light up. He discovered music when he was a kid playing on his mother’s piano and then moving on to guitar as a teenager. Lars had a feeling James hadn’t had anyone to confide in for a while. He felt privileged that James trusted him enough for this.
Sometimes, they didn’t talk much and simply listened to their favorite bands. Lars watched James behind the wheel with dreamy eyes. He was wearing a camo jacket, aviator sunglasses, chunky rings on his fingers, and his gray hair was styled up. He looked so effortlessly sexy and masculine; it took everything for Lars to keep his hands to himself.
He alternated between devouring James with his eyes and gazing out the window at the changing landscape. In Washington, autumn colors were dazzling. The bright reds, oranges, and yellows captivated Lars, and he asked James to stop for pictures. The autumn colors were eventually replaced by the endless forests of evergreens the closer they got to British Columbia.
When they arrived at the Canadian border, James told the border agent that Lars was his friend and that they were going on a fishing trip. Lars, with his European Union passport, raised an eyebrow. He showed the agent his student visa and explained his situation. The agent seemed satisfied with his answers, and soon enough, they were on their way.
James seemed relieved it had gone so smoothly which led Lars to ask a question that had been on his mind for quite a while. “When are we going to tell people that we’re a couple?”
James paused and then sighed. “I don’t know, Lars. I guess I’m not ready yet. With you being so much younger than I am, I just…” James couldn’t finish his sentence, a blush coloring his cheeks.
Lars didn’t want to probe too much. He let James concentrate on the road and changed the subject in an effort to lighten the mood. But Lars couldn’t help thinking that James still felt guilty about their relationship. Lars wondered if this attitude would ever change, especially when it came to them making their relationship known to others. Maybe James would never be comfortable sharing the truth; Lars would always be the forbidden fruit, a secret too sinful to tell. He was from a different generation, a different culture and country, so he couldn’t remotely feel the inner turmoil James felt.
How could they make whatever they had work in the long term if James was so plagued by guilt? Or maybe James didn’t consider their relationship a long term deal?
Lars tried to brush away his worries and enjoy the moment.
One step at a time.
Patience wasn’t his chief virtue, but he knew that time was exactly what James needed to come to terms with his conflicting desires.
***
James’ cottage was entirely made of logs and nestled between tall fir trees. It had windows on the back and a balcony that provided an unobstructed view of the river. It wasn’t the largest cottage, but it looked perfectly cozy.
They were standing on the rocky beach that led to the river, and it all felt very much like a dream to Lars. The air was crisp and pure, the smell of the forest enveloping his senses. He could even hear the sound of geese in the distance. The mountains were so tall and capped in everlasting snow. The sight of them amazed Lars. It truly was a paradise in the wilderness, and Lars intended to make the most of their time there. He couldn’t wait to nestle in bed with James tonight.
“This is Mount Breckenridge,” James said as he pointed to the snowy peaks. “There’s even a glacier there.” The older man was standing on the shore, long legs clad in dark denim, cowboy boots on his feet and cowboy hat on his head. Lars’ desire to see James in a cowboy hat had become a reality, and he was not disappointed.
The last few days on the road hadn’t provided them with many chances for intimacy. James had told him that hotel room walls were way too thin and Lars way too loud for what he had in mind; it would have to wait until they got to his cottage. That teasing promise had left Lars impossibly horny. He closed the distance between them and buried his face in James’ camo jacket. He inhaled James’ distinctive scent of smoke and leather — a scent he’d become addicted to ever since he’d met James. “It’s gorgeous, James! I’m so happy to be here with you,” Lars told him.
James wrapped Lars in a bear hug. “I’m glad you’re here with me, Lars,” James said as he rubbed soothing circles against Lars’ shoulder blades. He really meant it; it was always a joy for James to bring someone special along with him into his element. During the last few years of their marriage, Francesca no longer accompanied him to the cottage where they used to share some very passionate moments. James often met up with Rob, but he still missed the romance that came with being cut off from the world with someone he loved.
He gently broke their embrace, holding Lars by his narrow shoulders. He was wearing a black Adidas tracksuit, and his hair was brushed into soft wavy locks; he looked every bit the city boy lost in the wild. Lars’ big green eyes looked up at him expectantly, and James couldn’t resist bending down to capture those heart shaped lips in a kiss.
Lars moaned into the kiss, arching his back and rubbing himself against James’ body. James’ lips felt soft yet his mustache rasped slightly against Lars’ chin; it was a thrilling contrast that never failed to arouse him. James’ hands traveled down Lars’ shoulders to squeeze both of his asscheeks at the same time. “James, fuck!” He gasped when they broke the kiss. James smirked, giving his ass a small tap before moving away.
“Now, now,” he chastised lightly. “We’ve got to catch our dinner first, Lars.” James took Lars’ hand in his and led him toward the cottage. “Let’s get ourselves geared up.”
***
“You won’t learn to fish salmon in a day! I know it sounds corny, but as with everything, practice makes perfect,” James told Lars.
Damn him, but Lars felt a little shiver slither down his spine at James’ words! His ever horny mind conjured images of other things he’d gotten better at with James’ guidance and of course, practice.
They were both standing in the river, by the edge and out of the current, in their waders and boots. James had identified this spot, which was a small walking distance away from the cottage, as a place where salmon were abundant.
James had bought Lars fishing gear before they left for British Columbia. Buying things for Lars was no trouble for James; in fact, it was a guilty pleasure of his to spoil his young lover. He watched as Lars stood in the frigid water, hat on his head and hair tied back in a ponytail. He was clearly out of his comfort zone, but he still managed to look cute.
Lars watched intently as James hooked a fluffy purple twitching jig to the end of his line. He then expertly cast his line into the middle of the river. Lars was really amazed at his skill and was content to watch him. He looked so sexy even in his green waders. He had a rifle strapped across his back just in case a bear got too close to them. There were lots of bears in BC, and they loved salmon. Winter was just around the corner which meant that the bears were getting ready for hibernation. That is precisely why James needed to carry a gun at all times.
“You see, you gotta twitch it like this,” James explained as he flicked his wrist repeatedly even as he reeled in the line. “That attracts the salmon.” Lars watched intently as James repeated the motions, twitching the jig and cranking the reel. The expression on James’ face was focused, pale eyebrows knitted ever so slightly. Soon enough, the line became taut, and James’ whole face lit up with a bright smile. “There it goes! There it goes!” He jerked the line up hard to set the hook, then started cranking the reel faster as the salmon put up a fierce fight.
Lars jumped excitedly as James pulled the salmon in. The salmon fought hard, springing out of the water in a flurry of water droplets, and Lars’ eyes widened at its size. “Oh, my, God! James! James, it’s huge!” Lars exclaimed. James battled with the salmon until the line was short enough for them to see it thrashing in the water.
James carefully kept his pole upright, keeping the tension on the line so the fish couldn’t make a break for it. “Ha, ha! That’s a big boy!” He was quite amazed that he’d caught one so fast and a really large one at that. This was exactly the kind of reward they needed after their last few days on the road. “Lars, bring the net," James chuckled. Lars came over with the net, boots sloshing in the water. He also had a big smile on his face. Careful not to overbalance, he got the net under the fish, lifting it out of the water even as it thrashed and fought. He was surprised by the weight of it — he had to use both hands on the net — and how much work it was to actually lift it out of the water.
James steadied him and the net as they trudged to the shore. With deft moments, James lifted the fish from the net, unhooking the fish and proudly holding the catch up high for Lars to admire the reddish belly.
Lars took his phone out of the pocket of his waders and snapped a quick picture of James. James smiled at the camera as he held the catch in his hands.
“That’s a good one,” Lars said. He knew he’d cherish that picture for a long time. James looked gorgeous out in the wilderness; the river, fir trees, and mountains were the perfect backdrop for the accomplished outdoorsman that he was. Despite the chilly autumn air reddening his cheeks, Lars felt something hot bloom inside him at the sight of James looking so proud of himself.
“I guess you’re good luck, pretty boy!” James said with a little wink. He dropped the fish in a chest cooler he’d previously filled with river water, letting it splash for a moment before closing the lid. Then he inched closer, wrapping an arm around Lars’ waist and bending down to capture his lips in a kiss. Lars felt the familiar stirrings in his loins whenever James touched or kissed him. When James broke the kiss, he pecked Lars on the tip of his nose. “Now, you try!” He laughed. “We’ll go through the motions one by one.”
So the afternoon went.
Lars didn’t catch anything, but James reassured him that by the end of their trip, he’d catch at least one.
When they got back to the cottage, James showed Lars how to clean the salmon. James had installed an old picnic table outside of his home where he efficiently set about preparing the fish. Lars watched intently as James removed the fins, made a delicate slice up the belly, and removed the guts. He used the scooped end of a special fileting knife to get rid of the viscera. Next, he removed the head and sliced along the spine to create neat filets. It was quick and nearly bloodless and it shouldn't turn Lars on, but somehow, it just did. He was so far gone on James, on his displays of rough and primal masculinity, that he’d probably be turned on seeing James covered in mud at this point. James really was exotic to Lars, making him see and feel things he’d never experienced before.
Once the salmon was cleaned, James told Lars to bring it into the kitchen while he went farther down the beach to empty the bucket with the innards in the river.
James’ cottage had three rooms; the living room, the kitchen, and the bedroom with the adjacent bathroom. The first thing one saw when entering the cottage was the living room with its big leather couch, footrest, rug, and fireplace. The living room opened on the kitchen, creating an open space. The kitchen had an island with a granite countertop which gave James sufficient space to prepare food. The kitchen was rather modern in its appearance and contrasted nicely with the more rustic furniture that decorated the cottage. There were large floor to ceiling windows in the kitchen that slid open to give access to the patio. The view of the river was spectacular.
Lars was currently sitting at the small dining table, watching James dress the salmon with just a bit of salt, pepper, onions, and butter. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt, the sleeves bunched at the forearms and revealing his intricate tattoos, and a pair of jeans.
James could sense that Lars was watching him. “What are you thinking about?” James teased with a smile, looking up to catch Lars with his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands.
“Oh, I was thinking about you,” Lars answered dreamily. “Thinking about how I love it when you cook food for me.”
“It’s always a pleasure,” James said, turning around with the salmon on the baking sheet and placing it in the oven. James then checked on the vegetables boiling in the pan, poking them with a fork. “Should be ready in about 15-20 minutes.” He walked the short distance that separated him from the table and sat down across from Lars.
Lars was wearing James’ gray Mötorhead t-shirt, so large that it looked like a dress on him. James had seen him strutting around before he took his place at the table; underneath the shirt, he was only wearing the skimpiest boxer shorts. It all made James want to lay the young man down on the table, pull up the shirt, and feast on his flawless skin. “How did you like your day?” James asked.
“It was absolutely amazing,” Lars said. “I love being out here with you. Just the two of us.” James felt a foot on his leg. Lars smiled mischievously as he slid his foot upward until it pressed on James’ crotch. “Mmm,” Lars moaned, batting his eyelashes at James. He alternated between curling his toes and stroking over James’ clothed cock, obviously trying to get it hard. “I love when you spoil me, daddy.”
It had been days since Lars had called James daddy, and to James utter shame, he felt inflamed by it. James definitely had issues — that had been clear in his head for quite some time now — but damn it! All he wanted was to ravish Lars and make him forget his own name, screaming James’ instead. Lars pressed the heel of his foot on James’ fattening bulge, and he couldn’t help but groan a little. “Lars, you tease!” James accused, capturing Lars’ marauding foot in his hand and stopping his movements.
James pressed his knuckles into the arch of Lars’ foot. Lars tried to wriggle away at the tickling sensation, giggling all the while. His giggles soon turned into whines as he found out he couldn’t do a thing, no matter how he tried to escape James’ touch. “Nuh-uh,” James tutted, sky blue eyes simmering with devious intent. Lars felt his cock hardening both from the look on James’ face and the feeling of his big hand on his foot. “You’ve asked for it, Lars.”
“But James, daddy! I was only…”
“Teasing me? Well, I’ve had enough of your teasing.”
James massaged Lars’ foot with both hands, engulfing most of it. Lars was making the sweetest little moans, clearly enjoying the attention his sensitive foot was getting. James also massaged his calf, feeling the soft dusting of hair rub against his palm there. “That’s something I haven’t tried with you yet,” James mused. “I wonder if I could make you come just by playing with your feet.”
Lars gasped. Judging by the way his cock jumped in interest, Lars had a feeling James could do just that. But with one last squeeze, the older man let go of his foot. “Oh, c’mon, James!”
“My turn to tease you,” James replied with a grin. “Gotta keep an eye on the salmon.”
***
Lars sighed as he stretched his legs out on the couch and watched the flames curl around the logs in the fireplace. He was well-fed and warm but still ached for James.
After their excellent meal, James had retired to the bedroom, leaving Lars to wonder what he might be doing. The longer James stayed, the more Lars’ curiosity grew. To say he wanted James would be a massive understatement; he desired the man ardently, having been teased and denied for far too many days.
Deciding he could wait no longer, Lars stood and walked the short distance separating the living room from the bedroom. He turned the doorknob and entered.
The vision that greeted him left him speechless. James was standing there in all of his naked glory, broad back facing Lars. Lars’ eyes followed the arch in James’ back, lingering slightly on that deliciously narrow waist, before fixing on his tightly muscular ass. The thick muscles were curved to perfection and beckoning Lars to grope and knead them. Mesmerized, Lars watched as the soft glow from the lamps kissed James’ golden skin, the freckles on his shoulders and back, and played in his silver hair to highlight the remnants of blond that still lingered in it.
James turned slightly when he heard Lars enter the bedroom. “Hey, there! Care to join me, boy?” He drawled, a seductive smile tugging at the corners of his lips. James was holding a towel in his hand; Lars had obviously interrupted him as he was cleaning himself.
“Fuck yeah,” Lars sighed. He walked up to James, and his hands immediately reached for his curvy ass. A pink flush rose on James’ cheeks as Lars massaged the firm muscles. He let his fingers dip teasingly in James’ crack which made the older man gasp. “Fuck, you’re so hot, daddy!” Lars moaned as he squeezed James’ asscheeks in his hands.
James turned fully to face Lars and to take hold of his hands. His blue eyes simmered with sinful intentions. “How about you clean daddy up and give his cock a nice blowjob? Put that pretty mouth of yours to good use.” Lars swallowed and let his gaze drift down to James’ massive cock, half hard and so very enticing. Lars licked his lips, the fire intensifying in his loins. James handed him the wet towel and commanded, “Now, get down on your knees and be a good boy for daddy.”
James watched as Lars did just as he was told. The young man’s eagerness and submissiveness never failed to turn him on mightily. James brushed away Lars’ bangs and then cradled the back of his head. “Good boy,” he praised.
Lars wrapped his hand around James’ girth, pulling the foreskin all the way back before gently cleaning the flared head with the humid towel. James groaned at Lars’ touch, the sound deep as it rumbled through his chest. Lars then moved the towel to rub against the thatch of silver hair on James’ groin and then higher up to his stomach. He looked up, James so big and imposing above him, and felt a thrill travel down his spine.
Lars diligently cleaned James, brushing the towel over his thick thighs and ass. He couldn’t resist swiping the towel behind James’ ball sack and over his taint. James was groaning all low in the back of his throat, definitely aroused by Lars’ touch. Lars watched James’ cock chubbing up until it was pointing straight in his face. “You’ve got such a gorgeous cock,” Lars purred as he dropped the towel and inched ever closer to press his cheek against James’ groin. He inhaled James’ deeply masculine scent, closed his eyes, and moaned. He was high on everything that was James — his sight, touch, and smell — and in this moment, there was nothing in the world he wanted more than to please him.
“Lars,” James groaned as Lars cupped his balls and rolled them in his hand. He felt the sparks travel from his balls to lodge in his stomach at Lars’ touch. When the young man looked back up to meet James’ eyes, his heart shaped lips were parted and his green eyes were glazed over. “C’mon, sweet boy. Show me what those pretty lips can do,” James urged, thumbing at Lars’ bottom lip to encourage him to open up fully.
Lars complied obediently and swallowed down as much of James’ cock as he possibly could, which was not much at all. But James didn’t mind, his whole body catching on fire as he felt that tight wet heat enveloping his sensitive cockhead. Lars wrapped his devious tongue around the head, just like James had taught him. Lars had given James more blowjobs over the past few weeks, getting better each time. He learned fast, and James had to praise him.
“Yeah, just like daddy taught you. You’re doing so well, Lars.” James petted Lars’ hair, tugging ever so slightly on his wavy locks. He watched as Lars took his cock deeper, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. “My perfect little cockslut,” James rumbled.
Cockslut. It echoed in Lars’ head, making his dick twitch hard in his boxers. There was nothing he loved more than when James called him names in that deep sensual voice of his. He moaned around James’ fat cock as he sucked around half of it. Saliva seeped from his stretched out lips and dripped down the prominent veins on the underside of James’ cock. Lars’ throat was becoming accustomed to having such a large thing breaching it, but he still had his limits. If he kept going, he would gag.
Instead, he pulled off with a wet slurp. Lars curled one of his hands around the base of James’ dick and gave it a firm tug. The skin of James’ cock felt velvety soft and hot in Lars’ hand. He jerked him off with long base-to-tip strokes and watched avidly as James’ chest heaved. From this angle, Lars could see just a bit of softness around James’ abdomen and pecs. James was fit, strong, and powerful, but the signs of his age only served to make him even more alluring to Lars. Overwhelmed with the need to please, he took James in his mouth once more. He bobbed his head while cupping and fondling James’ heavy sack with his other hand.
“Oh, God!” James moaned. “You’re so good at this.” He massaged Lars’ scalp before gathering a handful of lush brown strands. He knew he wouldn’t last very long; his cock and balls already felt full to the point of bursting. The visual of Lars on his knees, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes, wasn’t helping either. “Look at you,” he hummed as he thumbed at Lars’ chin. James grunted when Lars hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, shivers tingling in its wake. “You’ll make daddy come if you keep that up,” he warned, gently pulling Lars off by the hair.
Lars went easily, James’ big dick slipping past his lips. He panted softly as he pressed the heel of his palm against his own dick in an effort to quell the furious throbbing; it really turned him on to be James’ personal toy. The older man’s cockhead was an angry red, engorged and ready to shoot its load; he just needed the final push. “Fuck, daddy,” Lars rasped. He rubbed his cheek against James’ shaft and then nosed where gray hairs kissed the base. “Want you to come in my mouth,” he demanded before flattening his tongue and licking at the veiny underside.
“Goddamn, Lars!” James cursed. Lars looked like a kid sucking on a lollipop as he licked from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the glans. James grabbed the back of Lars’ head to steady him. “Is that what you really want, baby?” Lars nodded vigorously. James was struck once more with how young he looked with his soft bangs, big eyes, and delicate features set in a round face. Thank God he was 22 because he looked like a teenager! James’ perverted need to debauch Lars flared back to the surface with a vengeance.
“Alright, then. Open up and let daddy use your mouth,” James ordered as he grasped his cock in one hand and directed it toward Lars’ waiting mouth. With his other hand, he pressed Lars’ head forward. He growled when he felt the wet suction enveloping the tip of his dick once more.
Lars’ mouth felt so tight around his cock the deeper he pressed inside. Everything about Lars was so perfectly small while James was completely the opposite. It was truly a contrast in sizes that drove James mad with lust. Anytime he fucked one of Lars’ holes, it felt like he squeezed himself inside a tightness not meant for his size.
Lars slackened his jaw as James settled both of his broad hands behind his head, controlling his movements. Lars tried not to gag as James brought his mouth deeper and deeper down his cock. James was making the hottest moans and groans above him, rough but with an edge of neediness. James pulled Lars’ head back and held him there, lasciviously thrusting his hips. Saliva gathered in Lars’ mouth, wet slurping sounds resonating in his ears, as James face fucked him. He was truly using Lars like a cocksleeve, and Lars felt himself sinking into a headspace where he existed for James’ pleasure alone.
Lars looked up to see the muscles in James’ abdomen contract. His golden skin glowed just like one of Lars’ fervid wet dreams, a bit of sweat trickling down between his chunky pecs. His powerful tattooed arms were corded with how he was gripping Lars’ head and bringing him down on his cock. His mouth dropped open and his eyebrows furrowed with the pure pleasure of using Lars’ mouth, wrinkles deepening on his forehead. Lars found the expression on James’ face so fiercely hot that he couldn’t help whimpering around the thick girth stretching his lips.
“Fuck yeah!” James thundered as he felt the vibrations from Lars’ whimpers all around his painfully hard cock. He was so close to reaching his peak, balls drawing up tight. In his unbridled need, he slipped a little further and nudged the back of Lars’ throat, causing the young man to gag. James immediately pulled back until Lars’ mouth was empty. Spit trickled down Lars’ bottom lip as he coughed and panted. “Are you alright, sweet Lars?” James asked as he cupped Lars’ cheek in his hand. “I’m so sorry for that.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Lars answered, voice absolutely wrecked. Lars’ accent sounded so thick, and James found it absolutely irresistible. “Love it when you use me like that.” James brushed away the tears that spilled down Lars’ flushed cheeks. Lars smiled, a bit lopsided, and licked his lips in invitation. “C’mon, daddy! I wanna make you come.”
James smiled back, stroking Lars’ cheek. “Alright, if you say so. Wouldn’t want to hurt my boy.” James directed his cock back into Lars’ mouth. This time, he was careful not to go too deep. He felt one of Lars' small hands fondle his balls, and that teasing touch made the fire in his loins threaten to consume him whole. His eyes locked in a heated stare with Lars, blue meeting green, as he shallowly fucked his dick into that wet mouth. Lars smiled around the mouthful and moaned, clearly enjoying getting his mouth fucked.
That was what broke James. “Lars!” He cried as he shot his load into the boy’s mouth.
He came so hard that he had to steady himself with one hand against the table behind him. His knees felt wobbly as wave after wave of white hot pleasure washed over him. James closed his eyes and threw his head back. He felt Lars’ cheeks hollow around his cock, and that had his eyes flying back open just in time to see Lars’ Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his release. “Fuck, Lars!” James cursed. He moved the hand that was cradling Lars’ head to pet his throat.
The salty taste of James’ passion exploded on Lars’ tongue, but there was so much of it that Lars couldn’t swallow it all. As he tried to milk James dry, the abundant sperm slipped past his lips to dribble down his chin. He knew he must look absolutely debauched and shameless, but he didn’t care. He was enraptured by the sight of James reaching his peak. He was the definition of raw masculinity, grunting and panting as he emptied his balls down Lars’ throat. His throat was bared, the winged skull stark on his skin, and rivulets of sweat streaked down his neck. His powerful chest heaved and his rugged face slackened with bliss, jaw dropping open and eyebrows shooting up.
“Goddamn,” James groaned as he pulled his softening cock out of Lars’ mouth, a string of come connecting Lars’ bottom lip to the tip of his cock. His dick was an angry pink, still twitching with the aftershocks as James wrapped a hand around it. He jerked it a couple of times, squeezing around the head to paint Lars’ flushed cheeks with the rest of his load, some of it landing over Lars’ pointy nose and into his open mouth too.
Lars swirled James’ come on his tongue before swallowing it. James’ eyes nearly crossed at the obscene sight. “You really are a hungry little cockslut, huh, Lars?” He drawled, cupping Lars’ cheek in his palm. “You love daddy’s spunk, don’t ya?”
Lars whimpered and nodded. James’ dirty words in that gravelly voice, even rougher from his orgasm, made Lars’ own cock twitch hard in his boxers. He could feel the fabric of his boxers getting wet, and he couldn’t wait to take them off. “Yes, daddy,” Lars sighed. “I love your come. In my ass, in my mouth, all over me, I don’t care.”
“You’re perfect. Such a dirty boy,” James said with a smile. “I love filling your holes, sweetheart.” He watched his come slowly travel down Lars’ cheeks and chin, and he was overcome with the satisfaction of having thoroughly marked the young man yet again. His spent cock was heavy in his hand, so James let it drop entirely. He sighed deeply before resting both of his hands on Lars’ shoulders. “Now, come. Let me take care of you.”
Lars stood up on shaky legs, but James’ hands were there to steady him. He took Lars’ hand in his and led him to the bed. Lars laid down on the crimson bedcover, propping himself on his forearms and watching as James’ big spent cock swayed between his legs. The sight of it sent a spark straight to Lars’ own dick, making it twitch hard. “Oh, daddy,” he whined. “Want your cock in my hole, please.”
Lars’ plea felt like a punch to James’ stomach. He really wanted to fulfill Lars’ wish, but it was physically impossible for him to get hard again so soon. It was in moments like these when the realization of their age difference hit him like a ton of bricks. “Wish I could, baby,” James said, voice low with disappointment. “But I’m 60.” He kneeled by the edge of the bed instead, trailing his hands up Lars’ slender legs and underneath the oversized t-shirt to hook his fingers in the waistband of Lars’ boxers. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Lars’ heart thundered in his chest as he lifted his ass up to help James get rid of his boxers. A part of him wanted James to fuck and fill him, but another part of him was just as inflamed by the reminder of James’ age. James seemed to have every intention of compensating as he wrapped a large paw around his cock, engulfing it whole. “Argh, fuck! Daddy!” Lars cried, the endearment sounding somewhat even dirtier now, as he clawed at the bedcover in an effort to hold on.
James noticed how Lars’ toes curled, so he brought one of Lars’ feet to rest on his shoulder. James pushed the t-shirt away to completely reveal Lars’ abdomen and cock. He kept on pumping his hand around Lars’ sticky cock, making more precome ooze out of the head. “Aren’t you gorgeous?” James rumbled. He was pulling needy whines from Lars’ lips as he twisted his fist on each upstroke. Lars’ cock was hot in James’ palm, and James knew from experience that it wouldn’t take long for the young man to reach his peak.
Lars really was quite a sight, pale legs and abdomen contrasting so perfectly with the crimson bedcover. His soft locks were spread around his head like a halo, but despite his angelic appearance, he was temptation incarnate.
And James was completely and utterly bewitched by him.
Lust overwhelmed James’ every sense as he grasped Lars’ foot with his free hand and sucked on his big toe. He massaged the arch in Lars’ foot, pressing against the erogenous spots that made Lars’ cock jump in his hand. Lars was moaning so loudly, clearly aroused beyond measure by James’ touch. James lavished Lars’ foot with attention, sucking on each of his toes in turn and then kissing up his calf. “My beautiful boy, everything about you …” James groaned against Lars’ skin.
The feeling of James’ rough mustache and soft lips tickling his foot and his calloused hand wrapped around his cock was a sensory overload for Lars. He was going crazy, each touch bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He buried his own hand in his hair, tugging on it as he whimpered and squirmed on the bed. James sped the movement of his hand. “Come for daddy, beautiful Lars,” he urged in his deep sensual voice.
“James!” Lars cried out. Something snapped in him at James’ praise, and he came so powerfully that he lost all sense of reality.
James jerked Lars’ cock through it, ropes of come landing all over the Mötorhead logo on the t-shirt. It was a filthy display, but James loved to see his boy making a mess of his things. He inched closer, Lars’ leg still draped over his shoulder, and petted Lars’ quivering stomach with his other hand. “Yeah, that’s my boy,” James praised, wringing every last drop of come out of his cock until it went limp in his hand. He was mesmerized by the sight of Lars in such a state of ecstasy — pretty little cock spent on his abdomen, youthful body sprawled on the bed, and boyish face streaked with tears of pleasure. “So beautiful.”
Lars was floating far, far away. He could hear James’ voice in the distance, a warm caress for his ears. My boy. So beautiful. He was pleasantly exhausted, muscles and eyelids feeling like they weighed a ton.
Eventually, James pulled the t-shirt up and off of him. Lars had just enough strength left in him to lift his back off the bed and wriggle his arms out of the t-shirt. He was completely naked now and the colder air of the room made his overly sensitive skin prickle with goosebumps. He cracked an eye open to see James walking to the bathroom ensuite. Lars smiled lazily as he watched that gorgeous man strutting around naked; that thickly muscled ass truly was a work of art.
James came back with a warm wet towel that he smoothed over Lars’ face. He then wrapped it around his cock, cleaning it gently. “James,” he sighed. “You’re so good to me.”
“It’s nothing, baby. I love taking care of you,” James affirmed. He finished cleaning the stickiness off Lars before climbing into bed with him. James pulled the bedcovers down, prompting the young man to shimmy his way under the sheets. James joined him, wrapping an arm around his midsection and spooning him. Lars’ pert ass fit snugly against James’ crotch, and the intimate contact of their embrace wasn’t lost on James. Despite his very recent orgasm, he still felt the instinctive pull in his loins.
He pulled back a little, but Lars would have none of it. He moaned and wriggled his ass back against James’ crotch. “Greedy,” James chastised lightly and then kissed the top of his head.
“Mmm,” Lars answered sleepily. Being snuggled against James’ big warm body was the cherry on top of the sundae after such a passionate fuck. It was a feeling of pure bliss that Lars had grown addicted to.
James’ steady heartbeat and deep breaths lulled him to sleep.
***
The next day, they went on a trek down the beach. James was carrying his rifle across his back, ready to defend Lars against any wild creature who might come too close. Lars felt completely safe with James even as they entered the forest to gather some firewood.
They were making lots of noise, talking and trampling, as James explained to Lars that noise kept the bears at bay. That wasn’t a hard task for Lars, so he kept asking questions nonstop. “James, have you ever seen a bear?”
“I actually have!” James said. “I went on a bear hunt once. I had his pelt for many years, but Francesca took it with her when we divorced.”
“Why would she do that?” Lars asked, frowning. He was being nosy, but he was eager for the crunchy details.
“Oh, well. I guess it was meaningful to her,” James began. He stopped walking and turned to face Lars. “Let’s just say lots of things happened on that bear pelt.”
James gave Lars a knowing look and smirk. Lars knew that look in his eyes all too well. James was wearing his dark cowboy hat, making the simmering blue of his eyes pop. Lars pressed himself against James, tilting his head back to look him in the eye. “Really? What kinds of things?” Lars asked with a teasing edge to his tone.
“You really want to know the details, huh?” James asked, arching an eyebrow.
“Mmm, I do. Were you wild in bed with her as you are with me? Did you fuck her roughly on that bear pelt?”
Lars was always so direct; he really had no filters whatsoever. James grinned, letting his hands trail down Lars’ back to fondle his ass which made color rise on the young man's cheeks. “I’ve always been passionate in bed, if that’s what you’re asking. But you, Lars… You make me lose my mind.” James massaged Lars’ ass, bunching the material of his tracksuit pants with his hands. “Fran was a feisty woman, but you’re on another level. So hungry, dirty… Insatiable in your need.”
Lars melted in James’ arms, his words igniting sparks of desire in him. To know that he had rocked James’ world this much, taken place above the woman James had spent 30 years of his life with, was enough to make Lars feel smug about himself.
“You’ve got the face of an angel,” James added, letting go of Lars’ ass to stroke his face instead. “All that soft flawless skin. That innocent boyish look. But you’re anything but innocent,” James drawled. “You fuck with my mind, Lars, and I don’t know what to do about it. Wanting you feels so wrong yet so right. What have you done to me?”
James’ eyes bore into Lars’, searching for answers. Lars was struck with the intensity of his confession, and it dawned on him that maybe James felt more than guilt when it came to their relationship. Rather, what he felt was some kind of sinful torment. “Maybe I’m just what you’ve always wanted, James,” Lars answered.
James was transported back in time, to fleeting glances and touches, forbidden desires awakened in the dark. A friend with thick curly hair and a sharp jawline. His masculine smell and the feeling of his hard body underneath James’. Through the years, male lovers had come and gone, but the memory of him would never completely fade away. James hadn’t fully embraced his need for another man, marrying a woman in hope of banishing the sin. He’d loved Francesca, shared some of the most intense moments of his life with her, but there was always something missing. The burning desire that he felt with another man couldn’t be replicated in the arms of a woman.
“I believe you’re right, Lars,” James finally said after a bit of introspection. “I’ll work on coming to terms with myself, I promise.”
Lars could feel the sincerity in James’ soft smile and eyes. He wrapped his arms around James and hugged him tight.
As they hugged, James suddenly heard branches cracking which prompted him to let go of Lars and reach for his gun. James’ eyes widened when he saw the creature’s antlers peeking from the vegetation. “Lars, look!” He whispered, pointing toward the large moose making his way through the forest. He was about 200 yards away from them, but he was so large that he seemed closer.
“Oh, my, God!” Lars whispered back as he fished his phone from his pants’ pocket. He zoomed in on the moose, filming him from up close. As if he sensed he was being watched, the moose turned his head toward them. Lars shot a look over his shoulder to see James’ big smile, the dimples Lars loved so much at the corners of his lips. Wrinkles fanned at the corners of his eyes and every single one of Lars’ worries was brushed away right then and there.
Seeing that moose with James sure was a magical moment and a sign of good things to come.
***
After a long day outdoors, they were relaxing in each other’s embrace on the couch in front of the fireplace. Lars curled against James’ side as James wrapped an arm around Lars’ shoulders. It had started to rain just after they finished dinner, and the sound of the rain falling on the roof and windows was soothing.
Lars kept talking about the moose, and James found it so endearing. At some point, Lars told James how cool it would be to ride a moose like the elven king Thranduil in The Hobbit movies. “I can really imagine you on a moose, James. You’d look so fucking badass!”
That made James laugh the charming laugh that Lars loved so much. “Sure, that sounds like a plan. I’ll try to make a friend out of him, hoping he won’t disembowel me with his antlers!”
“Oh, shit!” Lars shuddered. “It might be better if you just stick to horses. Have you ever ridden one?”
“Yeah, that I have! Many times,” James hummed.
Lars smiled dreamily as he imagined James riding a horse, long legs on each side of his mount and cowboy hat on his head. Or maybe James was dressed up as a Viking warrior from Lars’ favorite childhood stories. His father used to read him the Icelandic sagas when he was a child which made Lars fall in love with these strong and brave men from long ago. It wasn’t really surprising that he’d fallen for James, after all.
“I’d like you to meet my dad,” Lars said with a giggle. It was out of the blue, but thoughts of his father and domestic moments like these made Lars think about the future of their relationship.
James was surprised by Lars’ thoughts and felt a sliver of anxiety lodge in his stomach. He tried to hide it, but he always got nervous when meeting new people. Although he’d gotten a little better with age and experience, James was still a shy man. But for Lars, he’d do anything to make him happy and if it meant meeting his dad, he’d do it. “Sure, I’d love to meet him, too,” James replied. “Is he coming to California soon?”
“Yeah, he is. At the beginning of December. After that, I’ll fly back to Denmark with him for the holidays,” Lars explained.
“That sounds great. Maybe I can invite him over to my place for a drink?” James suggested.
“Yes! That would be a great idea,” Lars said and kissed James on the cheek. “Pretty sure you’ll have lots of things to discuss with him. He’s from your generation.”
James chuckled, but emotions mixed uneasily within him. James had known Lars for months now, and their bond had gotten stronger and stronger. But James was still apprehensive about making their relationship known to others, especially to someone as important to Lars as his dad. And then there was the age difference. How would Lars’ dad react to his son dating a man his age? Or older. “Yeah, I should get along with him real well. From what you’ve told me, he sounds like a cool guy,” James remarked. “He’s a great dad for sure.”
As if he sensed that James was fretting, Lars nuzzled his face into James’ shirt. “Don’t worry too much about it. My dad’s a hippie; he won’t even bat an eye at our age gap,” Lars said. “Tonight, I want you.” There was something needy in Lars’ tone. “All of you,” he whispered in James’ ear.
To James’ utter embarrassment, he felt himself growing hot under the collar at Lars’ words. He really was powerless to resist such an invitation.
“Let’s get you to bed then,” James drawled before standing up. Taking Lars’ hand in his, he led the way to the bedroom.
Once there, James quickly undressed Lars. Lars wore another of James’ shirts which James swiftly pulled over his head. He then hooked his fingers under the waistband of his skimpy boxer shorts and pulled them down, freeing Lars’ hardening cock. His slender body was now bare to James’ ravenous gaze. At the sight of all that milky skin, he once again succumbed to his lust for Lars. The forbidden thrill of it was what drew James in, what brought him back each time — starving and aching for the young man who held the keys to his heart.
Everything about their relationship was so wrong yet so right, and James couldn’t get enough of it. In moments like these, he was unable to hold back — too high on his lust to care about morality.
James’ gaze was drawn to the golden ring on Lars’ left nipple. “Ah, James!” Lars cried as James rolled his nipple between his rough fingers.
“You drive me insane,” James sighed. “I can’t resist you.”
“Don’t resist me! Fuck me hard, daddy,” Lars demanded, voice thick with desire. “I need you so bad.”
James was inflamed at so much unbridled need. He practically ripped the buttons of his flannel shirt open and unbuckled his leather belt in a hurry, the metal clanking as he let it drop on the floor. He got rid of his jeans and boxers in one go until all that remained was the heavy silver chain he wore around his neck.
Lars feasted his eyes on James. The sight of his imposing body always made him feel weak at the knees. Broad shoulders, beefy thighs, gorgeous cock, endless legs, golden skin. Just the perfect amount of silvery hair underneath his armpits, on his chest, and on his groin. James had surely been some kind of Viking god in a previous life, and Lars wanted to worship him every single day. Lars inched closer, hooking his fingers in James’ silver chain and pulling him down for a spit slick kiss. They both moaned into the kiss as their tongues tangled. James broke the kiss first, wrapping his arms around Lars’ waist and hauling him to bed.
The rain fell harder, hitting the wooden roof of James’ cabin with renewed intensity. The falling rain and the rustic pelt-covered furniture of the bedroom was just another reminder of their primal surroundings and a reflection of their ardent desire for one another. As James laid fervid kisses all over his neck and collarbones, it registered in Lars’ mind that he was getting ravished by James in another one of his dens. The thought of it was enough to make his head spin.
James rolled them to their sides, spooning Lars from behind. Lars moaned and rubbed his pert ass against James’ rapidly hardening cock. “Fuck, Lars!” James cursed against Lars’ temple. “I’ll get you nice and wet for me, and then I’ll give you what you need.”
Lars had fantasized about this moment, and he couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the realization that his fantasies were becoming realities. He’d dreamed so many times about James spooning and then pounding him. It was a decadent position — the size difference between them all too evident. Lars was overwhelmed by everything that was James as he was held in place with a strong forearm across his midsection. He was hitched up on James’ lap, his ass pressed against the older man’s cock. “Yes, daddy,” Lars sighed. James felt so warm and smelled so good, and Lars was drunk on him. “Want your big cock in me.”
“Oh, I know you do,” James affirmed. “You love it in your ass, huh, sweet boy?”
“God, yes!” Lars gasped.
“I won’t deny that I’ve been aching to fuck you again, Lars. It’s been too long, but I didn’t want to hurt you after the reaming I gave you on my bike,” James confessed before kissing the shell of Lars’ ear. “Want to keep that hole of yours nice and tight.” Lars visibly trembled in James’ arms and whimpered, turning his head to the side to capture James’ lips in a kiss.
“I’ll stay nice and tight for you, daddy,” Lars breathed against James’ lips. “I know you’ll make sure of it.” Lars licked at James’ upper lip and mustache before lightly biting on his chin.
“Yeah, you’re mine to do with as I please,” James remarked. He had a very needy boy on his hands, and he couldn’t wait to lodge his cock into Lars’ tight little body and fuck him hard.
He momentarily let go of Lars to sit up and rummage through the bedside table for the lube. He uncapped it and coated his fingers with a generous amount of the slick liquid. James resumed his place behind Lars to bring his ass up until it was perfectly in line with James’ cock, the perky cheeks resting on James’ thighs. “There, that’s it,” James purred as he pressed his index finger into Lars’ ass.
“Oh, fuck!” Lars gasped as the thick digit breached him. James started with a slow rhythm, thrusting his finger in and out lazily. Lube squirted out, the obscene sound echoing in Lars’ ears. James nudged his sweet spot which made his cock twitch in answer. Lars sobbed as the exquisite pleasure wracked his frame. His toes curled against James’ shins, and his hands grasped at James’ forearm. “Yes, daddy, please,” Lars moaned. “Use my hole.”
“Oh, I’ll use it alright. Get your boyhole all sloppy wet before I breed it again,” James’ gruffly sensual voice purred right into Lars’ ear. Shivers zipped down Lars’ spine, and all he could do was whimper weakly. Soon enough, James added a second and then a third finger. Lars groaned at the stretch; James’ fingers were just so thick and long! James lavished the side of his neck with hot kisses as he opened him up for the fat cock that Lars could feel throbbing hotly against the back of his thighs. Lars turned his head to get a good look at James, and the fierce expression on his face nearly had him coming on the spot.
A lock of silver hair curled on his forehead, his lips were parted, and his stormy blue eyes bore into Lars. “C’mon, James! I think I can take you now,” Lars urged. James finger fucked him a little longer, pressing on Lars’ taint with his thumb which was a sensory overload for Lars. His prostate was being stimulated from inside and out, and if James kept that up, he’d come before he could be bred. “Daddy, stop, please!” Lars pleaded, voice breaking on an embarrassingly high pitched squeal on that last word. “Get in me or else I’ll come!”
“Alright, sweet one,” James purred. He removed his fingers with a wet squelch and watched as Lars’ shoulders trembled. He drizzled lube into his hand before wrapping it around his rock hard dick. He slathered it with lube, panting harshly as he jerked himself off.
“Remember when I popped your cherry?” James began, a teasing edge to his tone. Lars whimpered, cheeks and ears flushing as he remembered. “You came the second I got my cock in you. Wonder if that’ll happen again.” He squeezed one of Lars’ asscheeks in his hand, pulling it up and exposing his tiny asshole, while he grasped his cock in his other hand. He directed it toward Lars’ hole and watched as his girth slowly but surely eased its way inside. The soft pink rim stretched to its limits to accommodate his size; James’ cock seemed way too large to enter that narrow ass and yet it did. A guttural groan was ripped from James’ chest and tears welled in his eyes as the heavenly tightness squeezed him in.
“Arghh, James!” Lars cried. James’ cock was perfectly slick and glided easily inside him, but the stretch was absolutely daunting. As always, Lars’ ass felt so stuffed that it left his rim throbbing dully. James’ big hand tightened on his asscheek, fingers spreading wide, while his other held him across the chest. Lars panted and tried to relax as best as he could, but his hole kept quivering around the thick shaft the deeper it pressed inside. His jaw dropped, and all his breath was punched right out of him when he felt James’ balls collide with the backs of his thighs.
“God, you feel so good, baby,” James sighed. He was fully sheathed inside his young lover, the grip around his cock so intense that James was hesitant to move. “Are you alright? Is it too much?” James asked, letting go of his ass to turn his head with a hand on his chin. Lars’ eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes closed, and his mouth opened on soft pants. “Look at me,” James demanded.
Lars opened his eyes to lock with James. “I’m fine, daddy. It’s just… Fuck, the stretch! You’re so big,” Lars whimpered. “Such a big man.” With James being balls deep inside him, Lars truly felt split in two. However, his cock didn’t even soften one bit as the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure thrummed deep inside him.
James couldn’t deny the satisfaction he felt at Lars’ words. Lars’ infatuation with his size was always such a major ego boost. “I’ll take it slow, I promise,” James said. He moved his hands to rest over Lars’ slim chest. James could feel Lars’ frantic heartbeat and the golden nipple ring against his palm. He rolled both nipples between his fingers, tugging a little harder on the one with the ring. Lars sobbed, inadvertently squeezing his inner walls around James’ dick. Everything became even tighter, bordering on too much, and James felt sweat trickle down his spine. “Jesus Christ, Lars! Won’t last long,” James confessed.
“Daddy, please, move,” Lars demanded, rolling his hips back.
The sight of Lars trying to fuck himself on his dick nearly broke him. “Damn, look at you,” James growled, caressing Lars’ skin before taking hold of his hips; he needed a good grip to fuck his boy properly. He started moving his own hips lazily, just a slow grind. “Yeah, you take daddy’s cock so well,” James praised as he watched the base of his cock appearing and then disappearing between Lars’ asscheeks with his movements. “You were made for this. Made for me.”
The falling rain echoed in the bedroom just as their sweaty skins slid against each other.
Lars was quite overwhelmed. He could feel James’ hairy groin grinding against the tender skin of his ass, and his softened stomach, just a bit of belly, pressing against his lower back. He could also feel James’ heavy chain rubbing against his shoulder blades. He could hear James’ harsh grunts and moans. He could smell the sweat of James’ heady arousal. All of it coupled with the feeling of James’ massive cock driving into him was bringing him closer to the edge. His ass was full to the brim, and there was no better feeling of complete surrender. “Oh, daddy,” Lars moaned. “Please, breed me!”
That made James growl against Lars’ ear and bite down on his shoulder bone. It was as if something snapped in him at Lars’ obscene plea because he tightened his grip on Lars’ hips, to the point where there would definitely be finger marks tomorrow. He was losing control, turning into a feral beast of a man, as he rammed his cock up Lars’ ass with renewed ferocity. The only thing Lars could do was cry out James’ name.
Lars’ cock smacked against his stomach with the impact of James’ relentless thrusts. He felt like a puppet in James’ grip, small and desperate, and the delicious shame of it lodged in his stomach. James dragged one of his hands up Lars’ abdomen — the big weathered hand such a sharp contrast to Lars’ flawless skin — to twist Lars’ pierced nipple between his fingers. “Oh, my, God!” Lars gasped as little sparks traveled straight from his nipple to his cock.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” James growled. He pulled all the way back before slamming himself back in, feeding Lars every inch of his cock in one long thrust. It fucked every coherent thought out of Lars’ brain as he sobbed a string of Danish words. He turned Lars’ head to the side, hand on his chin, and was absolutely taken by the ecstatic expression on his delicate face. His cheeks glowed pink and were streaked with tears. “You’re so beautiful like this,” James praised. “Stuffed so full of me.” Lars moaned and nuzzled James’ palm in answer.
James stilled his hips, lube and precome dripping down the underside of cock with the way he was plugging Lars up. He held him like this, spreading his hands over Lars’ skinny abdomen to hold him in place. “Can’t believe how small and tight you are,” James whispered against Lars’ ear.
“Oh, fuck, daddy! I know! Please, move. Need more,” Lars moaned.
“I’ll move when I want to. You’re daddy’s little fuck toy, after all,” James growled. He let his hands roam all over Lars’ upper body, the skin feeling even softer with the light sheen of sweat covering it. “Your skin is so soft,” James sighed as he laid a kiss behind Lars’ ear. “Yeah, you’re my soft and perfect breeding toy.”
Lars’ mouth dropped open in shock when James hooked a large hand underneath his knee and bent his leg up. The slight change in position opened Lars wider and gave James just enough room to bury his cock even further inside. James was so deeply embedded in him that Lars could practically taste it. “Oh, fuck!” Lars rasped. “Daddy, please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for, too high to care about how absolutely wrecked he sounded.
“Please what?” James asked gruffly, but Lars could feel James’ smirk against his ear.
Lars’ cock, untouched and neglected, twitched hard against his stomach as the words formed in his mind. “Breed me,” he sobbed.
“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear,” James drawled. He flexed his ass, thrusting sideways into Lars. Oh, how he wished he had a mirror close by to see the way his cock penetrated his young lover! Lube squirted out of Lars with the impact of James’ long decadent thrusts, mixing with the sounds of skin against skin, low grunts, and high whimpers. James’ deep reaming made them both melt into each other.
Lars’ nerve endings flamed with the lazy movement of James’ hips. He could feel every inch of the older man’s cock drag into him, and it was so intensely pleasurable that it made the molten heat in the pit of his stomach boil. He looked down to watch his slick cock drool precome all over his abdomen; he just needed that final push. He turned his head to capture James’ lips into a messy kiss, more like a tangle of tongues. “So good, fuck,” Lars panted. “So close, daddy, c’mon.”
“Yeah... Fuck yeah,” James thundered. He could feel his cock rubbing against Lars’ prostate on each pass, a teasing promise of release for the young man. He angled his hips just so to press the tip of his cock mercilessly into it. This had the desired effect; Lars cried out loudly, almost a scream of ecstasy, and seized around James. James reached for Lars’ dick and felt the tell tale wetness spread across his palm. “I knew it,” James sighed with a satisfied chuckle. “Untouched. Such a good boy.”
Lars came so hard that tears of pleasure spilled down his cheeks. James kept fucking him through it, thrusting his hips hard, before he followed him over the edge with a feral growl that rumbled against Lars’ back. The next thing Lars felt was James’ hot seed filling his ass. “Oh, God,” Lars moaned.
James felt tears of his own roll down his cheeks as an overload of pleasure rocked him. Lars felt so tight as he reached his peak, his hole milking James’ cock dry as it spasmed repeatedly around it. James came endlessly, emptying every last bit of his sperm inside Lars. Heart racing, James panted with exertion and rested his forehead against Lars’ shoulder. He let go of his leg to hold onto both of his hips instead. James gave a few last thrusts, fucking his come as deeply as he could inside that perfect ass. “Lars, my beautiful boy,” James whispered as he sagged against Lars, completely exhausted.
Lars shivered from oversensitivity but wriggled himself back against James’ warm body nonetheless. They stayed like that for a while until James’ cock began to soften inside Lars. James made a move to pull out, but Lars held him back with a hand on his forearm. “No, James. Stay a little,” Lars crooned. “Love your come in my ass.”
James laughed softly. “God, I love how dirty you are, baby. I’ll never tire of it.” He hugged Lars close, burying his nose in his long brown hair and inhaling the young man’s distinctive scent.
For long minutes they held each other, basking in the afterglow. Their bodies were joined, and it was a feeling like no other: possessive and passionate.
Lars’ head drooped forward and his breathing slowed, as he fell asleep with James’ cock and sperm still filling his ass. Although James wanted to stay like this forever, he knew that if they fell asleep like that, the feeling wouldn’t be so pleasant when they woke up. James gently eased himself out of Lars, his thick seed dribbling out of Lars’ freshly bred hole. His spent cock was all sticky with it, milky strands connecting the tip to Lars’ hole, and the sight of it was almost enough to get James hard again. If only he was 40 years younger!
James rolled away, sitting on the edge of the bed. On heavy legs, he made his way to the bathroom. There, in the mirror, he got a good look at his reddened cheeks, tousled hair, and pale eyelashes clumped damply from tears. He looked just as ruined as Lars did.
He bent down to retrieve a towel from the cabinet under the sink, his back cracking a little. “Jesus Christ,” he cursed softly as he turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and let the water warm up. When it was warm enough, James swiped the wet towel over his groin and then cradled his heavy cock and balls. It had him thinking about how much sexual stamina and spunk he surprisingly still had left in him. It was a wonder, but it was probably Lars’ contagious youthful energy that fueled him.
When James came back into the bedroom with the towel, Lars was curled in on himself and fast asleep. James tried not to wake him as he settled back in bed and cleaned between his asscheeks. James had brought some cream along with the lube, so he grabbed it from the bedside table. He squeezed a bit on his finger before applying it to Lars’ puffy rim. That woke Lars, and he turned around with a frown. “What is that?” He asked, voice sounding endearingly groggy.
“It’s just a cream to prevent infection in case of microtearing and soreness,” James explained. Lars pouted, seemingly unconvinced. “Keeping you nice and tight, remember?” James added with a smirk.
“Oh, I see,” Lars said, smiling mischievously. “You always take such good care of me.”
“Of course, and I’ll take care of you for as long as you’ll have me,” James confessed. He brushed Lars’ bangs away from his eyes and then stroked his cheek.
Lars felt himself melt at James’ words. “Cuddle me,” Lars demanded, and James was all too happy to comply. He pulled the bedcovers down before wriggling between the sheets with Lars. He spooned him again, holding him tight. “I love you,” Lars whispered.
“So do I,” James whispered back.
The sound of falling rain and the warmth of each other’s bodies sent them off to sleep.
***
By the end of their trip, James and Lars had a cooler filled with ice and salmon ready for the way home.
“Hello, sir,” James said when he pulled his window down at the US border.
“Hey, there! Can I please see your passports?” The border agent asked.
“Sure thing!” James handed the man their passports.
“Thanks,” the agent said. “What did you guys do in Canada?”
“We went fishing!” James exclaimed. “It was great, lots of salmon this time of the year.”
“Indeed there are,” the agent replied. “I’m also a fisherman!” He flipped from James’ passport to Lars’, inspecting the pair carefully. “And the young Danish man with you, sir? Are you related?”
“He’s actually my boyfriend,” James said proudly, taking Lars’ hand in his. When their gazes met, Lars rewarded him with that cheeky smile that had turned his whole world upside down.
James knew that no matter how the rest of the world viewed them, they were right together.
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