We Have Till Dawn

Doctors performed surgeries in an OR; that didn’t mean they would whip out their scalpels in the hospital cafeteria! Gah. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I undid my jeans and gave up on trying to slow down my pulse.

“See, this is why I came with you tonight,” he said. “If I left you in charge, you’d get nothing done.” He took over for me, quickly pushing down my pants halfway across my ass, then the boxer briefs enough to reveal my hard-on. “Someone’s excited already.”

The mortification flooded me, reaching new levels, but so did the excitement. His detached, no-nonsense behavior was gonna be the death of me.

“Oh my God, Dad,” I mumbled breathily. He rolled the tight silicone ring onto my cock and gave me a couple quick strokes.

“There,” he murmured, straightening. His fingers remained on my cock, and he slowed down his movements. “It looks pleasurable.”

I nodded jerkily, trying not to push into his hand. “So good.”

“Lube’s still missing, though. Follow me.”

It was mere steps away, a few feet, and he made no indication that he wanted me to pull up my pants again.

He read the labels for a moment, then held up a bottle to Steven, who jotted something down. I wasn’t paying attention to him. All I saw was Gideon opening the bottle of…liquid coconut oil.

“It’s organic,” he mentioned. “And edible.” Then he gestured toward the door in the back. “Go pick a booth. You’ll want to try it all out before we go home.”

At this point, my default response to everything was Oh my God.

Me and my scarlet fucking face hightailed it toward the back of the store, where I wasn’t one hundred percent sure we’d actually get more privacy. And I wasn’t sure I cared.

Absently tugging my shirt over my cock, I stared down the hallway of booths and swallowed hard. One so-called twin booth was available, and I peered inside. There was a love seat, a flat screen, a wastebasket, and a condom dispenser. The room reeked of disinfectants, which beat the alternative.

I hung my jacket on a knob on the back of the door.

At least the place felt clean. The love seat was of some latex material. Not very comfortable against your skin, but easy to scrub down. And somehow, I knew that’d been a factor when Gideon was looking for a place like this.

He joined me shortly after, along with the basket, and he left the door ajar.

He shrugged off his coat too and hung it on the door. “All right. Push down your pants a bit more and bend over the sofa.”

“Why?” I asked warily. “I can do this at home, Dad. This isn’t normal.”

“Neither is you sneaking around when I’m taking a shower,” he replied without missing a beat. Then he snapped his fingers and pointed to the love seat. “Stop pretending you don’t want me to help you.”

Oh my God.

I dropped my gaze to the floor as two men appeared in the doorway, and I did as told. Then Gideon changed his mind and instructed me to kneel on the love seat instead. So I did.

“I found a plug I thought you might enjoy,” he mentioned. “I assume that’s what you’re looking for when you watch me in the shower. You want to be filled.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped when he drew a wet finger between my ass cheeks.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” he asked.

Yeah. Please fuck me hard, Dad.

“I’m sorry?” I managed to get out. Fucking hell, that felt good. He’d coated his fingers and what I guessed was the butt plug in lube—a lot of it—and he was gliding the tip around my opening. But I preferred his fingers.

“You should be,” he muttered. He drew a shudder from me when he pushed a lone finger inside. His middle finger. His long, perfect, slender middle finger. “You’ve created quite the problem for me, my boy. I might even call you a tease.”

I moaned and gave up on the charade. Or rather, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t aching for him any longer.

“Can I try the plug, Dad?” I begged. Because I needed something inside me right fucking now.

“So eager. Sure.” He opened the bottle of lube again, and I snuck a quick peek toward the doorway. Holy shit. Three men now, and one was stroking himself.

The second Gideon began pushing the plug inside me, I realized there was something different about it. The ones I’d tried before had been smooth. This one was ribbed or had some kind of texture that made me feel like I was being fucked by the veiniest cock on the planet. Madonn’, I was glad we were bringing it home with us. The silicone protrusions rubbed me from within and turned me into a hypersensitive head case.

“You’re being a tease again, boy.” He fucked me with the plug in the slowest of strokes, letting me feel every ridge. “What else do you want in your bottom?”