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Derry, Maine didn’t have very many bars. The ones it did have were usually overrun with regulars and the town’s drunks. That, and people who are there for a night out of the blue. Didn’t want to drive all the way to Bangor or Portland for a couple drinks and a chance at getting lucky.
Smith’s, the bar you were in, wasn’t exactly full to bursting. Full enough that people watching over your martini was fun, but still empty enough that you could breathe. The jukebox in the corner was playing classic rock, something your father would love. You weren’t that enthused, but you didn’t hate it.
You got another drink, turning on your stool so your back was to the bar, and you could watch as people came in and left.
“Double whiskey, neat,” said a voice to your right.
You looked — there was a tall man at the bar, bearded with soft brown hair. You took him in, eyes wandering down to his ass. Then back up, to his broad shoulders, to his beard. He looked familiar, but you couldn’t place him.
As he waited for his drink, he looked around, eyes falling on yours for a moment. You smiled, waved just a little bit. He smiled back, and suddenly you knew exactly who he was.
Mr. Cleaver. Chemistry teacher at Derry High. You grinned, remembering the crush you’d had on him what felt like eons ago. You were older now, just in town for a few weeks between semesters at college.
You leaned into him as he got his drink and took a sip.
“Mr. Cleaver,” you said. “It’s been a while.”
He looked you over, surprised. Then, he put his drink down.
“Class of ’15, right?” he asked.
“You got it. Remember me, don’t you?”
“How could I forget my star student?” he asked, eyes sparkling.
You grinned.
“Wanna hear a secret?” you asked.
“Mm. Sure.”
He turned so he was facing you, and you turned, scooting forward on your stool so there was less space between the two of you.
“I cheated. A lot.”
He groaned, smiling.
“Well,” he said. “That explains a lot.”
Your smile just got bigger.
“Can I be honest?” you asked.
“Of course,” he said.
“I had a huge crush on you. Just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
He laughed gently, taking another sip of his whiskey.
“I can’t say I wouldn’t have been,” he said. “But thank you. I always thought you did. Like me, I mean.”
You reached out and put your hand on top of one of his for just a second, then took it back. He looked at your hand as you pulled it away from him. Then, he looked you in the eye. You smiled.
You hadn’t come here in hopes of finding someone to take you home, but now, you wouldn’t stop until you were in his bed.
“And why wouldn’t I have?” you asked. “You had half the school on its knees, you know.”
He laughed.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he said.
“So I’ll say it for you.”
“Well, thank you. You’re in college, I assume? How’s that going?”
You rolled your eyes.
“It’s going. Might kill me, but not without a fight.”
“Good. Higher education… it’s harder on students than most like to believe.”
“Don’t I fucking know it.”
For a second, he looked taken aback. Then, he laughed again.
“What?” you asked.
“It’s so strange to hear my old students swear,” he explained.
“Well, I’m all grown up, now,” you said.
“You certainly are,” he said, smiling kindly.
You didn’t want him to smile like that. You wanted him to smile like he was going to rip your clothes off.
The song on the jukebox changed to something slower. You gestured to the open space in front of you, to the couples who were getting up to dance.
“Would you like to dance?” you asked.
“With you?”
“No, with the guy who’s passed out in the corner.”
He laughed, then downed the last of his drink. You copied him, then stood, taking him by the hand and pulling him out onto the floor, pulling him close.
He put a hand on your waist, the other holding yours out to the side. He was a good dancer, right on beat, and it made you smile. You wondered what other kind of rhythm he had going on. You hoped you’d find out.
No, you would find out. No hoping involved. Just action.
“What else have you been up to since we last saw each other?” he asked.
“Hm,” you said, thinking. “Oh, you know. Partying, drinking. Fucking.”
He blushed and looked away from you. God, you were going to eat him alive.
“I trust you’re being smart about it all?” he asked.
“I’m always smart,” you said.
“As long as you want it, then.”
“Oh, I want it.”
He looked you in the eye, then.
“Want to know what I want right now?” you asked.
“Only if you want to tell me,” he said.
“You. I want you.”
His blush deepened, and he looked away from you for a moment, taking a deep breath as you pushed yourself closer to him.
“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea,” he said.
“Oh, come on, Mr. C,” you said, smoothing one hand over his shoulder, feeling the muscles tense under it.
“John,” he said. “You’re not my student anymore, so you can call me John.”
You grinned at that.
“You’re right,” you said. “I’m not your student anymore.”
“No,” he said, then swallowed. “You’re not.”
“How about you take me home?” you asked.
He narrowed his eyes.
“How many drinks have you had?” he asked.
“Two martinis. And trust me when I say it takes much more than that to really get me messed up.”
“Mm. Why should I take you home with me?”
You leaned in, putting your head to his shoulder, pressing in until there was no part of you that wasn’t touching him. Pressing in, making him think about it.
“You’re a busy man, John. I’m sure you don’t have time for things like this,” you said.
“You’re right,” he said. “This is the first time I’ve been out in a long time.”
“Then why wouldn’t you take me home? I can make you feel so good. Make you relax.”
“I can relax with another drink,” he pointed out.
“I know you can, but you know it’s not the same thing,” you countered.
You turned your face and nipped at the side of his neck, gently biting it before kissing it.
He sighed.
“We’re in public,” he said.
“And I’m young and horny,” you said. “I don’t care if anyone sees.”
He laughed.
“You’re far more shameless than I thought you’d be,” he said.
“I’ve been told it’s one of my better qualities,” you said.
“I’d like it if you stopped,” he said, pulling away as you leaned in to kiss his neck again.
You pulled back, pouting.
“Why?” you asked. “Don’t you want me?”
“I do. But I want you to be good for me,” he said.
You blushed, just a little bit, pulling back to look him in the eye. He pulled his hand away from your waist, taking you by the chin.
“Do you want that?” he asked. “Do you want to be good for daddy?”
You swallowed, closing your eyes for a second. God. Fuck yes.
“Yes, daddy,” you breathed.
“Good. I wasn’t sure if you’d like that or not,” he said. Then, he laughed. “It’s really my only kink.”
“I love it,” you said.
“I’m glad. I know it’s… well, nasty, but —”
“Hush,” you said. “I love it.”
“Good,” he said.
Then he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You sighed into it.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that,” you said when he pulled back.
“For a little kiss like that?”
You smiled, shaking your head a little bit.
“For anything from you,” you said. “I used to — used to touch myself, thinking about you. Being under you.”
“You were just a kid,” he said.
“And now I’m not,” you pointed out.
“And now you’re barely more than a kid. Are you sure you want this? I won’t be hurt if you say no.”
“If you don’t take me home right now, I’ll be hurt.”
He smiled.
“Well, come on.”
He pulled you to the bar by one hand, paying both your tabs without a second thought.
Then, he took you outside to his car. You pushed him up against it after he’d taken his keys out, kissing him hard. He smiled into it, hands on your waist, holding you up against him. You could feel him getting hard in his pants, and you smiled, pulling back.
“Take me home, daddy?” you asked.
“Okay, baby,” he said.
He opened your door for you, and you got into his car. Then, he walked around to his side and got in, starting the car and pulling away.
You sat quietly, listening to the radio and him humming along as you drove to his place. You put a hand on his thigh, high up, close to his crotch.
He smiled at you.
“Be good,” he said. “Don’t distract daddy while he’s driving.”
You sighed and took your hand away.
“Yes, daddy.”
You got to an apartment complex, getting out as he led you up some stairs to his door. He unlocked and opened it, and both of you were greeted by a golden retriever.
“Ooh, who’s this?” you cooed, stooping down to pet it.
“Lydia,” he said. “She’s a very good girl.”
“Lydia,” you repeated. “Yes, she is.”
He smiled, eyes crinkling as he watched you rub her ears. Then, you stood back up again after petting her one last time and followed him further into the apartment.
It was very much the home of a bachelor, and exactly what you expected from him. Quiet, neat, orderly. You looked around as you trailed after him, as he led you into his bedroom, closing the door behind you so Lydia wouldn’t follow the two of you in. He went over and sat on the side of his bed, knees apart.
You went and stood between them, running your hands through his hair, over his beard. He looked up at you, eyes soft. You kissed him gently, climbing into his lap as you slid your tongue into his mouth. He groaned, just a soft, sweet little thing, as you ground down on him.
“You like that, daddy?” you asked. “You like having me in your lap?”
“Love it, baby. I’m glad I took you home with me,” he said.
“Yeah? I can do better.”
“How’s that?”
You shrugged out of your jacket, dropping it on the floor beside his feet, and pulled your shirt off over your head, tossing it away from you. He smiled.
Then, he leaned in and took one of your nipples into his mouth, pinching at the other, twisting, pulling. You put your hands in his hair, gently pulling. He sighed, and you pulled harder.
He was at that for a few minutes until he pulled off, undoing your pants and pushing one hand into your underwear, feeling how aroused you were, slowly stroking you. You moaned, putting your head back as he went back to sucking on your nipples, switching between them every so often.
Then, he pushed you off his lap. You went, pouting just a little bit.
“How about you take those pants off for daddy, baby?” he asked.
You grinned, kicking your shoes off and slowly pushing your pants down your legs to the floor. You stepped out of them, kicking them away.
“Like that?” you asked.
He swallowed, eyes on your underwear.
“And your underwear, baby,” he said.
You turned, smiling, and pulling your underwear down, showing him your ass. You didn’t know he’d stood up until your underwear were on the floor and he pressed himself up behind you, his bulge pushed up against your ass. He leaned down and kissed at your neck, one hand going to one of your nipples to pinch at it, the other going to stroke at you.
“So good for daddy,” he said, lips brushing your skin. “So good.”
You sighed, reaching back and putting a hand in his hair, eyes fluttering shut.
“What does my baby want, hm? You want me in your mouth? You want me inside you?” he asked.
You moaned as he pulled on your nipple, stroking you hard. You swallowed.
“Yes,” you said.
“Ask daddy nicely, and you can have whatever you want, baby,” he said.
“Please, daddy? I want to suck your cock.”
He kissed your neck again, licking a thick stripe over it, ending at your earlobe which he gently nipped at.
“Get on your knees,” he whispered.
You scrambled to do it, turning to face him as he undid his pants and pushed his boxer briefs down just a little bit to pull his cock out.
Some dicks in this world are mouthwatering. Some dicks in this world deserve nothing but worship.
You reached out, taking it in one hand, eyes wide. You’d never been with someone this big before, and you looked up at him, full of wonder.
“If I —” you said, stumbling over your words — “If I’d known that your cock was so big, I’d have tried to get in your pants years ago, daddy.”
He smiled, a hand going to your hair.
“Yeah, baby? Would you have tried to seduce me when you were a sophomore, baby-faced and wide-eyed in my class?”
You licked your lips, slowly pumping his cock with one hand. Then you leaned in and licked his balls, sucking one into your mouth. He sighed, pulling your hair, pulling you off him.
“Answer me,” he said.
“Yes, daddy,” you said. “I would’ve been sixteen, trying to sleep with one of my teachers.”
“Naughty little thing,” he said.
You nodded, then licked at the slit, taking the head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. You had to stretch even to do that, and you forced your gag reflex out of the way to take him further into your mouth. It didn’t work. You got him in as far as you could and choked.
“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he said, one hand going to the side of your face as he looked down on you.
You pulled off him just long enough to say, “I want to, daddy. Want to choke on your cock,” before taking him in again. Again, you choked, smiling with your eyes up at him.
He held you by the hair, pushing you further down on him. And back up, and back down, fucking your mouth. You moaned, stretched around his cock. You shut your eyes and went for it, going all out, doing your absolute best. He groaned, and you opened your eyes, looking up at him. He had a hand in his hair, pushing it off his forehead.
You pulled off of him.
“You like that, daddy? You like me sucking your cock?”
“Yes, baby. You look so good wrapped around me.”
“I want you to fuck me, daddy,” you said, reaching down to stroke at yourself. “Want you inside me.”
“How bad do you want that, hm?”
“I want it so bad, daddy. Want you to fuck me so hard I can’t remember my own name.”
“Stand up.”
You did, and he pushed you to the bed. He slowly took his clothes off, stepping out of his shoes and pushing his pants down. He stood in front of you, completely bare, and you watched in wide-eyed wonder. His body was everything you’d ever hoped it would be and more. You could feel the part of you that would forever be a teenager excited, trembling, as it got everything it ever wanted.
He opened a drawer in the bedside table, pulling out a condom, carefully opening it and rolling it on.
“How do you want daddy to fuck you, baby? Face up or face down?”
“Both,” you blurted.
Because honestly, who could pick?
He manhandled you until you had your head pressed to the bedspread, feet still on the ground. He knelt behind you and began eating you out. You moaned, reaching down for his head, pulling his hair gently. And then hard, as he pushed his tongue inside you.
“You’re already ready for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asked. “Already ready for daddy’s cock.”
You nodded, frantic.
“Please, daddy, please. I want you inside me. Please?”
He laughed quietly then stood, lining up with your hole, but not pushing in.
“I want to hear you beg for it,” he said.
“Oh, my god, daddy,” you said, feeling the head of his cock up against your hole like a sweet promise. “Please? Please fuck me, I want you so bad. Please, please, please. Please?”
He slowly pushed into you, stretching you farther than you ever had been before, his hands going to your hips.
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, slowly fucking you. “So tight for me. So fucking stretched out on me.”
You nodded, running a hand down your face, breathing hard even though he’d barely started.
“Look at you, taking my cock so sweet. Like a good little slut,” he said.
Then he pulled back until he was only barely still inside you and slammed into you. You screamed, slapping a hand over your mouth, whimpering as he did it again, and again.
“Daddy,” you whined.
“That’s it, baby. Take daddy’s cock so good.”
He pushed you further up on the bed until your toes left the floor, and you felt the little control you’d had leave you, delicious wonder in its wake.
He held you, hands iron on your hips, as he pounded into you for minutes, no sign of him coming any time soon. You were so used to younger boys, two-pump chumps, that you were surprised. Surely, he couldn’t just fuck you all night? Surely, he would come soon.
He didn’t come soon. He kept fucking you, letting out little moans and sighs and growls.
“You like that, baby?” he asked. “You feel good?”
“So good, daddy,” you said. “Oh my god, so good.”
“Good, baby. You want to come?”
You swallowed.
You did.
“Not yet,” you said.
“You’re so young,” he said, slamming into you again, to the sound of you whimpering, whining. “I could make you come twice.”
“Y-yeah?” you stammered.
He pulled out of you, and suddenly empty, you let out a whining sigh.
“Oh, daddy,” you said, reaching down to pull at your hole, suddenly so empty.
“I know, baby. But daddy’s going to make you come,” he said.
He picked you up and put you on the bed, your head on one of his pillows, and he knelt between your legs, licking at you, sucking, pushing two and then three fingers into you, curling and pumping them, hard and fast. You put a hand in his hair and pulled, hard. He groaned up against you.
You came, his name on your lips.
“Uh uh,” he said, going up to kiss you, “who am I?”
“Daddy,” you breathed. “You’re my daddy.”
“That’s right, baby.”
He lined up with your hole again, slowly pushing in, kissing you again and again until you could hardly breathe. Then he pulled back, pushing your hair off your forehead as he fucked into you, one hand on your hip.
“You’re so good for daddy, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Say it. Say you’re good for me.”
“I’m — oh, fuck, daddy — I’m so good for you.”
“That’s it, baby. You take my cock so well.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm. Better than anyone so far. You’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?”
You nodded.
“A lot,” you echoed. “But no one as big as you.”
He kissed you again, licking at your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth, sliding it up against yours.
The he pulled back, picking your legs up and pushing them to your chest, holding them there as he fucked into you, brutal in his pace.
Then he put his hand to you, stroking you hard and fast, and you came again, impossibly close to the last time, tears forming in your eyes.
“Fuck,” you gasped after your orgasm ended. “Fuck, daddy.”
“You’re doing so well, baby. So well.”
“Yeah,” you said. “You — I want you to come in my mouth.”
He grinned at that.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. Come here.”
He pulled out of you and took the condom off, tying it and throwing it away. You put your legs down and waved him up until he was kneeling on either side of your head. You took his cock into your mouth, reaching up to play with his balls, gently rolling them in one hand.
He slowly fucked your mouth, and you pulled off him.
“Faster, daddy. I can take it,” you said.
“Are you sure?”
You grinned.
“I’m sure.”
He smiled back, pushing his cock into your mouth again and held you by your hair, roughly fucking into your mouth. You choked and tears came to your eyes, but he didn’t pull out, you flattening your tongue and letting him really go for it.
In a minute, he was coming, hot splashes of cum on your tongue. You smiled up at him as he pulled out of your mouth. You showed him his cum, then swallowed and stuck your tongue out again.
“So good, baby,” he said, thumb pulling down your bottom lip. “So pretty, swallowing my cum.”
You smiled.
“Come down here and cuddle me,” you said.
He laughed.
“Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?” he said.
He laid down, pulling you up to his chest. You ran your fingers over it, smiling.
“What’s that gorgeous smile for?” he asked.
It only got bigger.
“Oh, just. I finally got what I’ve wanted for years.”
He kissed your forehead, something so tender it took your breath away.
“I’m glad you’re happy, baby.”
You were both silent for a minute. Then:
“Daddy?”
“Mm?”
“Can we do this again?”
“Tonight?”
“Well, yeah. But in general. I’m here for a couple weeks, and I want to see you again,” you said. Then you laughed. “I want to see you every time I come into town.”
“Don’t you have anything else to do?” he asked.
“In Derry? Just talk to my parents, and trust me, they’re not as interesting as your dick.”
He laughed.
“Well, when you put it like that.”
“So what d’you say?” you asked. “Can we do this again?”
“Well, you are, easily, the best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” he said, licking his lips and looking you over.
You laughed.
“Yes, baby,” he said. Then he leaned in and kissed you. “We can do this again.”
You smiled and closed your eyes, cuddling closer to him.
“Okay, daddy.”