MM Daddy Erotica: Erotic Short Stories ✅

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Asher

He had to be fucking kidding me.

The loud, aggressive-sounding barks echoed through my quiet, lonely house. Gritting my teeth, I flung my blankets back, glaring at the digital, red numbers on my alarm clock. It wasn’t even six-thirty in the morning yet. The sky had just begun to lighten, and once again, for the umpteenth fucking time since that asshole had moved in next door, his dumb dogs were waking me up.

I’d hadenough.

I slid my feet into my bedroom slippers and yanked my robe off the back of my bedroom door, sliding it on and tying the rope around my waist as I stomped my way down the old stairs. They creaked and groaned under every stomp, protesting my heavy steps, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I was too angry. All I wanted to do was sleep. I needed beauty rest, not to mention, I needed to look pretty for my video call later on today. I couldn’t look fucking pretty if I had dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep.

I flung open the back door and stormed out onto the back porch before shoving open the screened door. It slammed back closed behind me with a resounding slap.

I swung around to face the backyard next to mine and proceeded to choke on my own saliva.

I’d seenplentyof naked men in my lifetime. I liked sex. Ienjoyedsex. I’d seen men of all shapes and sizes in my desperation to find the perfect Daddy for myself. But none compared to this absolute beast of a man standing in the middle of his backyard, naked as the day he was born, with a mug of coffee in his right hand.

“Good morning. Asher, right? I’m Legend,” he called, not the least bit ashamed of his nakedness. Hell, if I looked as good as he did—all hard muscle with intricate tattoos everywhere, and fuck me, thatcock—I wouldn’t be ashamed either. I, too, would be walking around naked.

Somehow, I managed to unglue my tongue from the roof of my mouth. His dogs were quiet now, just sitting by his feet and eyeing me, no doubt trying to figure out if they could eat me or not. They were massive dogs—I’d seen them before. One was a Rottweiler and the other was a Doberman. They never left his property, and he had them very well trained.

Except for in the morning, apparently.

“Yeah,” I snapped. No doubt, the realtor had gotten all the deets about this cozy little spot, which was probably how he knew my name. “And your dogs keep waking me up,” I told him. “If you could just make them shut the fuck up, that’d be great.”

With that, I spun on my heel and stormed back into my house. But I didn’t miss him chuckling behind me. It was a smooth chuckle—rich and light.

And damn him for sending tingles down my spine with it when I was supposed to be angry.

~*~*~

Legend

I couldn’t get that boy out of my head. I was wondering when I might spot him. I thought it would be a glimpse when I finally got to see him, but nope. I’d gotten to see him in all his comfy, just-woke-up cuteness.

Asher was the most adorable, bratty boy I’d ever seen, and fuck, he got my cock hard so easily. Every time I thought of him, my dick plumped, ready to fill his tight, sweet ass with cum. What would it feel like to be inside of him? Did he like it rough? Did he want to be fucked so hard, his ass hurt for the rest of the day?

I groaned and wrapped my fist around my dick. I hardly ever wore clothes anymore, which meant my raring dick was easy to grasp. Moaning, I fucked up into my hand, my head leaning back against my patio chair as I envisioned that bratty boy going sweet for me when I touched him just right.

“Goddamn,” I growled, precum leaking from my tip. I worked my hand faster, using the sticky fluid as lubricant.

He would be on his hands and knees, his hole prepped and ready for Daddy to just slide into. My balls would slap against his, and he would cry out, beg me for more. I’d fuck Asher so hard, his arms would give out, and he would flatten to the bed, changing the angle just fucking right.

“Fuck,” I rasped, my balls drawing up tight. “Who’s your Daddy, boy?” I growled, picturing Asher’s blissed-out expression in my mind. “Fuck. Fuck.”

His cum would shoot all over the bed, and his ass would tighten around me as he came—

“Christ!” I shouted, scaring the birds from a nearby tree. They chittered as they quickly flew away. My chest heaved as I stared down at the white mess on my flat, hairy stomach.

I had to get my hands on that boy. Some fucking way. Some damn how.

And what I wanted… Ialwaysgot.

~*~*~

Asher

My computer pinged with a message, and I sighed, my peacefulness shattered. After yelling at Legend this morning about his stupid dogs and then seeing his glorious body completely naked—and fuck, that monster cock of his—I hadn’t been able to fall back asleep. The most I’d been able to do was lounge in my pool—thank you, Grandma, for leaving an in-ground pool with the house—and daydream about how fucking good he looked.

And ignoring my engorged cock while I was at it. It’d been hard just about all damn day.

I slipped off my float and made my way to the edge of the pool where my laptop was sitting. I needed to get some work in today, and being a cam boy meant I got to work whenever I wanted, which was usually only when I needed to.

I hated doing this job, but it was better than working anywhere else. And it ensured I got to take college courses without putting myself into debt. So, that was a definite pro to the crappy job.

A message from one of my top-paying customers was on the screen. And at least this guy didn’t demand too much. He just wanted me to call him Daddy, which was one of my kinks anyway, and to watch me stroke myself. That was it. Our video calls normally only lasted about five minutes, if that, and he paid thousands of dollars each time. But he was only ever online about every three months.

Daddy23xRT:Are you available for a quick video session?

Another thing I really liked about this particular guy? His grammar. It was perfect. He didn’t use abbreviations or stupid text lingo, which was a huge peeve of mine.

AshBbyBoyxxx:For you? Of course, Daddy.

I quickly started a video call with him, and he popped on. Like usual, he kept his head above where the camera could see, but I could see his smooth, toned chest, his abs, and his heavy cock resting against those lickable abs.

“You’re always such a sweet boy for me,” he rumbled. “Slip on out of that water and let me see you.”

I did as he commanded and slid out of the pool before turning the laptop to face me and kneeling before it. He grunted. “Let me see your pretty cock,” he commanded. His hand was already circled around his own, giving it light, teasing strokes.

I quickly did as he asked, wiggling my tight briefs down before pulling my prick out. It was smaller than average, but it fit my body size, which was just fine for me. He groaned at the sight of me and began working himself faster. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he rasped.

“You’re sexy, too, Daddy,” I moaned, sliding my hand over my slick cock. Precum was quickly leaking from my tip, and I used it as more lubrication, a whine leaving my throat.

“That’s it, boy,” he growled. “I need you to come for me. I won’t come until you do.”

I closed my eyes, and immediately, the image of Legend and his hairy, muscular body and that thick, long cock filled my mind. Crying out, my cum spurted all over my fingers and the concrete in front of me, my chest heaving.

With a low growl, my client came as well.

“Thank you, boy,” he rasped before he ended the call. A minute later, my computer pinged with my payment, and I slumped forward, clenching my jaw.

Every orgasm I had just kept feeling emptier and emptier.

~*~*~

Legend

So, my bratty boy was a cam boy. I had to admit, it surprised me a bit. But now seeing his shoulders a bit hunched over and a frown on his beautiful face…it unsettled me.

I didn’t fucking like it.

He tucked himself back into his briefs and shut his laptop before sliding back into the water, his brows pulled low over his forehead. I cleared my throat, and he jerked his head up, his blue eyes widening in surprise. “Legend?” he asked incredulously, all while his cheeks turned the brightest, prettiest shade of red.

“So, you’re a cam boy, huh?” I asked. He was trying really damn hard to keep his eyes focused on my face, but they kept wandering. I hadn’t bothered with clothes. Why the hell would I? I wanted him to want me. I was done waiting, especially after I’d heard him calling another man Daddy.

It’d sparked the green-eyed monster in me to life.

His cheeks flushed, he nodded. “I, uh, it allows me to, um—God, do you ever wear clothes?” he blurted.

I chuckled and stepped down the steps into the pool, slowly making my way to where he was treading water. I still easily touched, the water coming to right beneath my shoulders. This boy of mine was so small. I fuckinglovedit.

“I hate clothes,” I told him honestly. “Makes my skin itchy. I avoid it at all costs.” Reaching out, I clasped his waist, lifting him up a little and bringing him closer to me. His breath hitched in his throat, and his pupils dilated. “Don’t pretend you don’t like it, Asher. I see the way you look at me.”

He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, his legs automatically winding around my waist to better support himself so he wasn’t relying just on me, even though I’d gladly hold him up as long as he let me.

“It’s distracting.”

I chuckled. “Distracting, baby?” He whimpered at the little name, his hands spanning my broad shoulders. “You like what you see?”

His eyes searched my face, like he was trying to make sure we were both on the same page. Then, he nodded. “I do.”

I trailed my fingertips down his spine, the fingers of my other hand still spanning his ribcage. “I like what I see, too. Really liked hearing you call that man Daddy.” I brushed my lips to his jaw, loving the sound of him nervously swallowing. His fingers dug into my shoulders. “Is that your thing, baby boy? Because it’s definitely mine.”

“You want to be called Daddy?” he asked like he couldn’t believe it.

“More than fucking anything,” I growled. “I want a boy I can call mine and take care of. One who will let me take care of him and everything he needs. So he won’t have to rely on another man to do it.”

“That sounds perfect,” he groaned. Then, he leaned back. “But I’m not a kept boy. I don’t need a sugar daddy.”

“There’s that brattiness,” I chuckled. I flicked my tongue over his lips, and he moaned, his hips rolling so our cocks rubbed together. And oh, fuck, he felt absolutelyperfect. Small and hard. Just goddamn right.

“I can be really annoying,” he told me. “I’m one hundred percent a bottom, but I can be demanding. And I lash out when I’m overwhelmed. And I don’t bite my tongue.”

This time, I really kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth to establish dominance and show him who was boss. His hips really began to roll them, and he began to rub himself off against me, little moans and whimpers spilling into my mouth as I tongue-fucked his sweet-tasting mouth the way I wanted to fuck his tight, little hole.

And I had no doubt it would be tight. Because as long as I’d lived next door, I’d never seen anyone come visit him. I was pretty sure the only things currently going up his ass were toys and his fingers.

And shit, the idea of him playing with toys…

I growled into his mouth, my hand sliding up his back to tangle in his dark tresses. Fisting a handful of dark hair, I yanked his head back. His lips were kiss-swollen and slick, his eyes hazy with lust. He whined, rocking his hips against me even faster.

“I want more,” he begged. “Please. God, please, Legend.”

“You beg so prettily,” I rumbled. “Brace yourself against the wall,” I commanded, walking to the wall of the pool. He braced his elbows on the concrete, and when I stepped back a little, I grabbed the top of his briefs and tugged them down his thighs. His legs weren’t smooth like his upper body, but they weren’t extremely hairy either.

They were just perfect.

A nest of dark, neatly trimmed curls that matched the color of his hair surrounded his hard, leaking shaft. Leaning down, I swiped my tongue over his slit, a deep moan rumbling in my chest at the salty taste of him. Fuck, he was now the best thing I’d ever tasted in my life. I was addicted.

I tossed his briefs up onto the concrete and then wrapped his legs back around my waist before pulling him with my back into the middle of the water. He was now biting and licking at my neck, his breaths panting over my damp skin as he ground cock against mine, the slide of his skin against mine feeling so fucking good, it almost made me delirious.

Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head up and crushed our mouths together. “Keep doing that, boy,” I growled against his lips. I slid my right hand down the crease of his ass and rubbed my finger against his puckered hole. He moaned, his hips picking up pace, his kiss turning sloppy. He was losing himself in me, just like I wanted.

“More,” he pleaded, panting. Then, his mouth was back on mine.

“That how you ask nicely, Asher?” I growled.

He just whined in response. A possessive rumble sounded from my chest.

He was absolutely perfect for me.

Still, I pulled his head back and arched a brow at him. He pouted. “Asknicely,” I snapped.

Defiance gleamed in his eyes. But when I tightened my hold on his hair and began to slide my hand away, that defiance quickly turned to a pleading, needy look. “No! No,” he begged. “Please. Please give me more, Daddy. I need it.”

I quietly laughed. “That’s a good boy,” I murmured, kissing him again. I slid my finger into his tight hole, groaning at the feel. He clenched around me for a moment before relaxing and moaning into my mouth, his kiss turning messy all over again as he tried to focus on both my lips and how my finger felt inside of him.

“Daddy,” he whined, his lips barely moving now as I brushed my finger over that special spot inside of him. He cried out when I did it again, his forehead falling forward to rest on my shoulder.

“I’m going to take good care of you,” I promised. “But all we’ve got is water for lube.”

He shook his head. “I don’t care,” he groaned. “It’ll burn, but that’s okay. I want it to.”

Oh, he was the perfect fit for me.

“It will,” I assured him as I gently worked two fingers inside of him, doing my best to stretch him out. I pressed a kiss to his temple. “Keep rolling your hips, Asher.”

He did as I instructed, and I groaned at the feel. One day, I’d feel those hips rolling as he rode me, but not today. Today, I was going to fuck him in this pool with him wrapped around me just like this.

When I slid in a third finger, his hips moved faster, his head leaning back on his shoulders, his mouth open on a silent cry. He was achingly hard, and fuck, so was I. I couldn’t wait to get inside his tight body. To feel him rolling those hips as I fucked up into him. To feel him trembling in my arms as I made him mine and made him come apart.

“Daddy, now,” he begged, peppering wet kisses to my jaw. “Please. I need it. I need you inside of me so bad.”

I slid my fingers out, making him whine, but then I lifted him up and angled my cock just right, pushing past that first tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck!” he cried out. I gritted my teeth and rested my forehead against his, breathing just as hard as he was. I knew it burned for him. He was nowhere near slick enough, but fuck, it was deliriously good. Everything was just right—him, that sexy way he moved his hips, the way his nails dug into my shoulders, how tight his hole was, the slight burn.

“You feel so perfect, baby,” he growled. “So goddamn good. Just right for me.”

“Daddy,” he sobbed, tears running down his cheeks as my cock brushed over his prostate.

He worked himself faster on my dick, meeting me thrust for thrust as I fucked up into his body. I kissed him again, fucking my tongue into his mouth. His greedily wrapped around mine, and his moans, whimpers, and muffled begs came faster and louder until he ripped his mouth from mine.

“Daddy!” he yelled as he came, his hole clenching around my dick. Snarling, I sank my teeth into my lower lip, making him bleed. My cock erupted in his tight hole, coating him in my seed, making him mine from the inside out.

He slumped in my arms, softly crying into my neck. I made my way to the pool steps and sat down, gently rocking him in my arms. “Daddy’s here, baby boy. Just let it out.”

“It wasn’t empty,” he cried.

I pulled his face up from my shoulder and brushed at his tears. Fuck, he was so beautiful when he cried for me. “What do you mean, ‘it wasn’t empty’?” I asked, not understanding. But whatever it was, it was enough to have him in tears.

He sniffled and swiped at his nose with his forearm. “Every orgasm I’ve had lately has just felt empty. Nothing happy about it. This didn’t,” he croaked.

“Oh, my beautiful boy,” I murmured. I softly kissed him. “You’re mine now. My boy. I promise you won’t have any more orgasms that are empty.”

“What about my job?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

I cupped the side of his neck. “You better make sure your subscribers are okay with your Daddy being on scene,” I warned him. “And you can call them whatever they want to be called, butI’mthe only real Daddy you’ll ever have. Understand?”

He eagerly nodded his head. I kissed him again before sliding back inside of him, my cock already hard again. He groaned and adjusted to his knees. I leaned back on my elbows, a wicked smirk tilting my lips.

“Ride me, Asher,” I commanded. “I’m yours, too.”

He began rolling his hips and bouncing on my cock in a dizzying routine that had my eyes rolling back in my head for a moment.

“You’re so perfect, Asher baby,” I growled, my hands grasping his hips just so I could feel them move under my palms.

“Promise you’ll always be my Daddy?” he panted.

I nodded. “I swear, boy.”

Those words triggered him, and he cried out, his ass tightening around me. Snarling, I grasped his hips tighter and began to pump my hips up into him, chasing my own orgasm as well. He pressed his hands to his lower abdomen, as if he could feel my cock there. I knew it was impossible, but I bared my teeth, the image quickly driving me to the edge.

“Asher,” I snarled.

“Come, Daddy. Please. Fill me up,” he pleaded.

My neck muscles strained as I spilled inside of him, filling my body up just like he wanted.