Daddy Came for Dinner and Stayed the Night

The late-November night bit with icy wind as Darío parked the car in front of Gonzalo’s old house. He turned off the radio, pulled up his collar, and climbed the three steps to the entrance. It had been months since he’d seen his old friend, but he was far more eager to see someone else who lived in that house.

—Well, look who’s here! —Gonzalo opened the door and greeted him with an awkward, sincere hug—. Long time no see! Come in, go on, it’s freezing out there.

The foyer was spacious, with high ceilings and a marble floor. Darío barely had time to admire the house when he caught a quick movement and a shout—“Daddyy!”—came flying at him. He caught him in the air by pure reflex, feeling the boy’s weight against his body, and they turned a couple of easy circles without losing their balance while Gonzalo scolded his son for such an enthusiastic welcome.

Daddy. It had been a long time since anyone had called him that.

—So, Daddy, huh? —he whispered in his ear, using the spinning to brush his cheek with his two-day stubble—. Who told you that?

—It slipped out one night with my father. He’d been drinking —the boy answered in the same low tone, eyes bright, while surreptitiously grinding his groin against Darío’s hard abdomen.

The parents watched amused from the other end of the living room, having no idea what the two were groping at right under their noses; they only saw Darío’s back and a bit of the kid’s head peeking over his shoulder. He took advantage of that to slip a finger under the waistband of the boy’s pants and stroke the crack of his ass. The boy let out a sigh he disguised as a laugh.

He set him on the floor before things went too far. Teo was a small but wiry boy, with delicate features, pale skin, and brown hair falling in locks across his forehead. Nineteen years old just turned, and a smile that promised far more than any father would want to see.

—Hi, “Daddy” —Lorena, the mother, greeted him, imitating her son between laughs as she hugged him.

—Please, darling, don’t call him that —Gonzalo asked, visibly uncomfortable.

—That was the nickname the girls at university used to call me —Darío explained with an innocent smile. Especially while I was fucking them. And one or two guys too, though that was more discreet. The walls of the flat he had shared with Gonzalo had been paper-thin, and his friend had had a front-row seat for years without knowing it.

—So how’s the skirt-chasing going, Darío? —Gonzalo asked, offering him a beer—. Hasn’t any girl caught you yet?

—Nope. I value my freedom too much —he replied, still with the boy’s body heat clinging to his skin—. By the way, you sure you don’t mind if my brother comes by later? He was in the area and feels bad about not seeing me.

—Of course not —Gonzalo laughed—. He’ll have to make do with the sofa, but for one night it’s no trouble.

***

The doorbell rang again half an hour later. Darío offered to answer it, and as he crossed the living room, he motioned to Teo.

—Come on, kid. I’m going to introduce you to someone.

He opened the door and Adrián came in, his older brother, broader-shouldered and with the same brown hair. They hugged amid bursts of laughter.

—I wasn’t going to miss this —Adrián said, and then noticed the boy waiting a few steps back—. And you must be the son. My brother’s told me a lot about you. Or so I think.

Darío gently pushed Teo from behind, bringing him close until he was pressed against the newcomer.

—Go on, give him the same welcome you gave me. Don’t be shy —he said softly—. Isn’t he handsome?

Teo placed his hands on Adrián’s chest, sized him up for a second, and kissed him. He was surprised by the speed with which that stranger slipped him tongue, as if he’d known him all his life. While they kissed, Darío stroked the back of Teo’s neck, threading his fingers through that thick mop of warm hair, not missing a thing from inches away.

—That’s it… good boy —he murmured—. Show him what you can do.

When they pulled apart, Adrián licked his lips.

—What a tasty welcome. You and I are going to get along very well —he said, then raised his voice so the parents in the kitchen could hear—: Nice to meet you!

***

Nobody in that kitchen knew how it had all started. Darío remembered perfectly.

Two months earlier, at the end of September, he’d had an afternoon free and decided to stop by the bathrooms in a shopping mall parking garage to try his luck. He had done it hundreds of times. He was hot and usually had no trouble getting laid, though many afternoons he’d only find a couple of retirees passing the time and not much else.

That day the restroom was lively. As soon as he walked in, he heard the unmistakable sound of someone fucking in one of the stalls, and two men by the sinks pretending to wash their hands while keeping an eye on everything. He took up position at a urinal, pulled out his cock, and jerked it slowly, unhurriedly, listening to the muffled moans coming from the back cubicle.

A blue-eyed, curly-haired boy came in and stood beside him. They looked at each other without hiding it, smiled, and soon they were stroking each other’s cocks while the men at the sinks came over to watch. Darío was already thinking of fucking that stranger when the door to the back stall opened.

The boy who came out stopped in front of the mirror to rinse his mouth, and Darío completely forgot about the blue-eyed one.

I know that one.

It was Gonzalo’s son. He’d seen him a hundred times in his old friend’s profile photos, posing with his wife and kid. Only in the photos the “kid” was already a nineteen-year-old boy with a mouth that, judging by what he’d just heard, knew exactly what it was doing.

What a lucky bastard I am, he thought, more amused than anything else. He pulled his pants back up, shot a apologetic look at the blue-eyed guy, and walked over to the boy just as he spat out the water.

—How’d it go in there? Everything good? —he asked with a cocky grin.

—Great —the boy replied, relaxed. He had no idea who he was.

—And how’s old Gonzalo doing? —Darío said.

The grin froze on the boy’s face. He looked at him, confused, while Darío stepped closer and pressed himself against him with the face of a man in poker who knows he holds the winning hand.

—How about you show me what you were doing in there? —he suggested.

It took the boy a second to understand, and then concern gave way to an easy smile. He slid a finger along Darío’s package to the waistband of his pants.

—With pleasure —he answered.

They went into the big stall, the disabled one, three times roomier than the rest. The moment the latch clicked, Darío cornered him against the wall, cupped the back of his neck, and kissed him deeply, tasting that little bastard. The boy hesitated for an instant and then let himself be carried away, rubbing his tongue against Darío’s.

—Better get to business —Darío said, unfastening his fly.

The boy dropped to his knees and swallowed him down at once. Darío exhaled with pleasure: the kid had technique, lots of it, and his tongue did things that gave away miles of experience. He held the boy’s head with one hand and set the rhythm, slow at first, deeper after.

A dull thud in the neighboring stall made him turn his head. The blue-eyed boy had climbed onto the toilet seat and was peeking over the partition to watch the show, jerking himself off with no attempt at concealment.

—He just wants to watch —Darío muttered—. Let’s give him a good show, sweetheart. Keep going.

When he pulled the boy up from the floor, he turned him around and braced him against the wall. He yanked down his pants, spread his cheeks, and crouched for a moment to prep him with his tongue, drawing a muffled moan from him. Then he stood, lined up, and pushed in.

—Take a breath, kid.

—Aaaah! —the boy moaned as his body opened up.

—Oh, yes —Darío said with satisfaction, driving all the way in—. This is a good one.

He started pounding him hard. The boy was no virgin, not even close, and Darío loved that: he could go at it for real, without holding back. The blue-eyed one was still watching from above, unblinking, and as long as there was a voyeur keeping watch at the entrance, they could make all the noise they wanted.

The screech of the main door changed everything. Someone had just come in. The boy brought a hand to his mouth by pure instinct, but Darío covered it with his own, pressing against his back.

—Shhh… —he whispered in his ear, still buried inside him—. We can’t stop now.

It was only the shuffling steps of an old man going from stall to stall, trying the doors. Darío kept moving slowly, torturously slowly, sliding in and out in silence while the kid trembled against him and licked his palm. The old man took forever to piss, to wash his hands —who the fuck washes their hands in a place like this?— and to leave.

As soon as the door slammed shut again like a cannon shot, Darío uncovered the boy’s mouth and sped up without mercy. The boy moaned at last at full volume, no longer holding back, while the watcher came against the wall of the adjacent stall.

—Take it all —Darío growled, feeling the tingling that announced the end. He pulled out, turned the boy around, and set him on his knees again. The boy opened his mouth, ready, and Darío unloaded with a rough roar, emptying himself down that throat while the other swallowed every drop and then cleaned his cock with his tongue, like a champion.

—You boys these days are something else —he said, crouching to kiss him and taste his own cum in that mouth. It was filthy, and he loved it.

Before leaving, while they washed up together as if nothing had happened, Darío ran a wet finger along the boy’s jaw.

—By the way, what did you say your name was?

—Teo —the boy replied, amused. Nobody there usually asked names.

Teo’s phone rang then: his father was waiting for him. He hurried out. And ten minutes later, in one of the mall corridors, Darío “ran into” his old friend Gonzalo and his son by pure coincidence.

—No way! Gonzalo? —he exclaimed, opening his arms.

—This is your son? —he asked next, shaking Teo’s hand and holding it a second too long—. Wow, he’s already a real man.

—At most a kid —Gonzalo laughed.

—Not such a kid —Teo protested—. I’m nineteen, Dad.

—That you are —Darío said, giving him the same look he’d fucked him with half an hour earlier.

He invited father and son to a café, paid for the snacks, and while Gonzalo caught up, Teo and he exchanged phone numbers under the pretext of going to the bathroom together. In the following weeks they sent each other pictures and messages without going too far, just enough to keep the fire lit. Until it took Darío no effort at all to invent an excuse for Gonzalo to invite him to dinner. And to stay the night. And, while he was at it, to bring his brother into the party too.

***

—You boys make yourselves comfortable —Gonzalo called from the kitchen—. And you, young man, set the table.

Teo set the table in a hurry, poked his head out to say it was ready, and went back to the living room, where the two brothers were waiting for him sprawled on the sofa with their legs spread wide. Adrián held out a hand and pointed to the space between them.

The moment he sat down, four hands fell on him. Adrián draped an arm over his shoulders while Darío kneaded his chest and abdomen over his T-shirt.

—How’s dinner coming? —Darío asked, as if Teo were the waiter.

—It’ll still take a bit —the boy replied, unbothered.

—Terrible service —he teased, sliding his hand down to the boy’s groin to grope him—. We’re going to have to put you in line.

—Whatever you say… Daddy.

Adrián lifted his chin with two fingers and kissed him, slow and deep, while Darío watched them shamelessly from the front row. He took Teo’s hand and guided it to his own fly so he could feel what was under it. The boy noticed something big, very big, and a moan escaped him against Adrián’s mouth.

—That’s it —Darío purred, squeezing the bulge already straining the boy’s jeans—. Give it all to him, brother. Let’s heat him up until he can’t take it anymore.

From the kitchen came the clatter of plates and Gonzalo’s calm voice. A few meters away, his son was letting two men twice his age grope him, biting his lip to keep from moaning while dinner finished cooking.

Ten out of ten, Darío thought, kissing his neck. The night had only just begun.