Lance injures his shoulder days before he's supposed to meet his fiancé's ice-cold father to discuss the wedding. Luckily, his future father-in-law twilights as a masseur and offers to help with the tension.
DADDY'S HAPPY ENDING is a sensual tale of forbidden lust, featuring explicit descriptions of a taboo hand job from a father-in-law to his son-in-law, fingering, and swallowing.
Stephen’s fingers resumed their circular, probing movements and he began to massage the flesh of Lance’s ass cheeks with both hands. As his hands slid lower, he readjusted the towel until he removed it entirely. Lance’s dick was fully erect underneath him. For a second he worried that Stephen would ask him to turn over and his shame would be revealed but he pushed the thought away, rationalizing that if Stephen had been a massage therapist, he had probably seen a couple of erections in his time. He would probably say that it was perfectly natural.
Stephen’s hands were on each of Lance’s cheeks and he slid his thumbs from the underside of the cheeks up to Lance’s waist. He dug deeply into the flesh with his thumbs and Lance, caught by surprise, uttered a gasp as a bolt of pleasure shot up through his meat. He could feel his glans straining out of his foreskin, a sheen of self-lubrication slicking the vinyl beneath him. Stephen dug deep twice more and Lance could feel his balls tightening. Where had Stephen learned to do that? It was as if Lance was getting jerked off from inside his body.
Stephen slid his hands back up Lance’s torso and gently rubbed his sides as the snaked upward toward his left shoulder. “I’m just going to probe a little. Try to stay relaxed and don’t tense up. Let me know if there’s a lot of pain.”
Lance’s voice was muffled as he agreed.
Stephen’s fingers delicately pressed on the shoulder blade and circled around to the side of Lance’s shoulder. “So far so good?” he asked. Lance nodded slightly.
The fingers lightly danced up to the top of Lance’s shoulder and Lance stifled a jump as the pain returned. “There it is,” Stephen said, clearly satisfied. “All right. Turn over. We’ll have to work on it from the front, then.
Lance gulped and stayed where he was. “Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Stephen patted Lance on his other shoulder and said, “There’s no shame. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Turn over, Lance.”
Lance slowly lifted his head, trying not to move too quickly. He silently willed his throbbing cock to soften even the slightest bit but his body had other plans. He took a deep breath and turned over onto his back. His member made a slapping noise on his abdomen as he repositioned himself to lie flat on his back.
Stephen regarded Lance’s erection coolly. “I assume it’s been awhile since you’re left-handed?”
Lance nodded, eyes staring straight up at the ceiling, both mortified and extremely horny. Stephen placed his hand on Lance’s pecs and gently flicked each nipple with his thumbs. Almost distractedly he said, “I can take care of that for you if you follow three simple rules.”
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Published August 31, 2012
by Jacki Toff.
Erotica, Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction.