All Chapters of YES! DADDIES: AN EROTIC COMPILATION OF SHORT STORIES: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ARRETTThe last guest stumbles out of the mansion around two AM and the second the door closes behind them, the energy shifts.We threw the party because Xavier’s parents are in Europe for three weeks and his family’s estate is massive enough to host half the senior class without anyone noticing the damage. Open bar, DJ, pool lit up with colored lights. The usual excess.But the party was just cover for what we actually did tonight.An hour before people started arriving, the four of us went hunting.There’s this group of guys from Eastbridge who’ve been causing problems at parties all semester. Rohypnol in drinks, girls waking up not remembering how they got somewhere. Everyone knows they’re doing it but nobody’s stopped them because their families have money and lawyers.We decided to stop them ourselves.We caught two of them in the parking lot of some club downtown. Masks on, no names, just the four of us surrounding them in the dark. We didn’t hurt them. Didn’t have to. Just made

NASH.Cole texts me at eleven on a Thursday night.Cole: You up?Me: Yeah. Why?Cole: Can I come over?Me: To my place?Cole: Yeah. Unless that’s weird.It is weird. We’ve never done anything just the two of us outside the group. It’s always been all four of us together at the penthouse or Xavier’s place. Never alone. Never at my actual apartment where my parents could theoretically walk in even though they’re usually working late.Me: Parents are at some charity thing until midnight. Come over.Cole: Be there in 20.I spend those twenty minutes trying not to overthink what this means. Maybe he just wants to talk. Maybe something happened and he needs someone to vent to. Maybe this has nothing to do with the sex at all.Then he shows up at my door and I know immediately that it has everything to do with the sex.He’s wearing jeans and a hoodie and his hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it. When I let him in he doesn’t say anything, just looks at me with an expressi

KAGE.Three weeks later and I’m starting to have a problem.The hip is better. Significantly better. Theve’s approach is working in ways David’s never did. My range of motion is up to ninety-five percent and the pain has decreased to almost nothing.That’s not the problem.The problem is that I’ve started looking forward to the sessions for reasons that have nothing to do with physical therapy.It’s six AM on a Thursday and I’m lying face-up on the treatment table while Theve works my hip. His hands are on my inner thigh, fingers pressing deep into the adductor, and I’m trying very hard not to think about how close those hands are to my dick.“You’re tense again,” he says without looking up.“Am I?”“Your breathing changed. What’s going on?”Nothing. Everything. The fact that I’ve spent three weeks having your hands on me every morning and I can’t stop thinking about it. The fact that I’m noticing things about you I have no business noticing. The fact that I’m pretty sure I’m attrac

KAGE. I make it home and head straight to the bathroom without stopping to think about whether this is a good idea.The shower is on as hot as I can stand it within thirty seconds. My clothes are on the floor. I’m under the spray reaching for my cock before I’ve fully processed the decision.Eight months of being careful, following every rule the doctors gave me about recovery. No strenuous activity, no movements that could stress the surgical repair, no risks.Right now none of that matters.My hand wraps around myself and the relief is so intense I have to brace my other hand against the tile. Eight months is a long time to go without this and my body responds immediately to the contact.I start stroking slowly because I need to make this last, need to savor it after months of denial. The water runs over me and I close my eyes and think about Theve’s hands on my thigh, about the way he looked at my hard cock without saying a word, about the tension in his jaw and the roughness in

KAGEMy brain is trying to catch up to what he’s saying. He’s going to kneel between my legs and work my muscle while I masturbate in front of him.“Okay,” I hear myself say. My voice sounds distant.I’m winded. Tense. But underneath all of that is something else. Something that feels almost like anticipation.“Lean back,” Theve says.I lean back against the couch and he positions himself between my thighs. His hands go to my inner thigh and rest there for a second.Then his thumbs press into my adductor right at the junction where my thigh meets my groin. So close to my balls I can feel the warmth of his hands.The pressure hits and I lose it.My hips jerk off the couch and a sound comes out of me I’ve never made before. My cock seems to lengthen even more, getting impossibly harder, and there’s an ache building at my hips and at the base that spreads through my entire groin.But it’s nothing like the sharp stabbing pain from the bathroom. This is more like a deep persistent ache t