"Who's Your Daddy?"
Part 3
I specialize in whatever you need. I am the handiest of handy men, at your service," grinned Roberto with his hands on his hips looking like a man in charge.
"Is that so?"
"Yup, a living fact, just look around you, for instance the paint job in this room."
The dining room ceiling glistened to a snowy white as Roberto completed the second coat of paint. Danny watched the last half hour as Roberto stretched his arms rolling paint onto the ceiling. The rhythm of his body rolling and brushing paint brought pleasure to Daniel with cat eyes, and a vivid imagination.
Several weeks had gone by – well not really several, only three weeks, but it felt like several. Roberto would stop by after work before going home. Most of the time they spent talking and lying together on the couch, watching television. Not every encounter meant sex, but when it did, it was great, simply great. Some folks would say they "Rocked," and rocked, they did. Roberto was refreshing to be around. He was easy going, smiled, and laughed, never complaining about anything.
Danny was beginning to have feelings for Roberto and didn't want to ruin things by being a dirty old man; truthfully, "lewd thoughts" were in his dreams. Danny couldn't help being human, it was as simple as that.
The conduct between these two characters appeared different and yet the same. Roberto thought about Danny while planting, or edging somebody's lawn or garden. It was quirky seeing Roberto give Danny a kiss, even before the door closed. Danny wasn't concerned about folks seeing him kiss a man. Closets no longer had doors on them, and nobody cared anyway.
Danny watching Roberto being an admitted bottom caused a rise in his pants. He was trying not to turn the day into a `fuck-fest.' One has no idea how difficult that can be, - well yes, probably so, because gay folks know much, that isn't talked about in conversation.
"So whadda u think about the ceiling? How does she look there partner?" smiled Roberto, with specks of white paint in his reddish- copper hair. He was sitting on the ladder and his junk rested to one side of his crotch, like a dinner roll. Of course, Danny noticed. He always noticed Roberto front to back.
Danny stood in front of Roberto, still sitting on the ladder. He put his arms around his thighs and his face in his crotch mumbling, just whimpering noise with his face on the bump in his pants.
"Well, so much for the ceiling," said Roberto, cheerfully speaking and rubbing his fingers, dotted with dry paint, through Danny's hair. He kept Danny's head between his legs.
"The ceiling is beautiful," mumbled Danny without looking up. The sound muffled with his head walled off by jeans and underwear. Roberto would get instantly hard, at such a superb moment.
"You didn't even look at it," declared Roberto, raising Danny's head from his crotch. Up, daddo, look up."
"Of course, I saw it finished. I have been watching you paint. Did you know the muscle in your arm moves when you go back and forth? Did you know that your butt pulls tight when you stretch?"
"I knew you were watching, but honestly thought you were looking at the ceiling. Roberto replied.
"Yeah right! - what ceiling?" Danny asked.
"Ewe, I see where, I have some work to do! You know what ceiling!"
Roberto slid down the ladder into Danny's arms. He held Roberto for a second and kissed him not once but several times.
"The ceiling looks beautiful" admitted Danny. "You are gifted with know-how."
"I was never successful having a boyfriend, they always seemed to stray off and that was that. Consequently, I thought I didn't need anybody," confessed Roberto. "Does that make any sense?"
"Sure somewhat! That's the way life goes – full of surprises, we should work on the surprises, everybody needs somebody," said Danny.
"C'mon, let's get cleaned up. I am taking you out to dinner," continued Danny, getting his hand down the back of Roberto's pants.
"Dang, you like squeezing my butt, your hand goes there every time." giggled Roberto, "dirty old man!"
"Yep, I do –you're custom made, the way I see it. I want you today and to keep for tomorrow. Where do you want to go tonight?" inquired Danny, sneaking a kiss once again.
"I feel like Molly Brown, because, "I'll never say no to you," however, can't we just stay here?" Roberto asked.
"Sure, of course, we can. I was trying to do something nice for you."
"Roberto was speechless not having a comfortable reply, so he remained still staring into Danny's dark brown eyes. Roberto knew something hard that Danny could do for him, and it only took some lube, and rocking hip movements. Danny was equipped with everything needed for a butt plugging rocking good time. Roberto loved massaging from the inside.
"How about a Jacuzzi soak to relax, does that sound like something you can handle?" Danny asked Roberto.
"Will I get pollinated like a butterfly fucking a flower?"
"Butterflies don't fuck flowers they rub pollen with their feet."
"Whatever." Roberto agreed.
"Most likely, but it's more like gluing you to the mattress? You're a whack job," commented Danny. "You have more silly expressions!"
"No argument here," Roberto spouted. "I've had lots of practice being whacky."
"I know that you are a skillful painter – neat, professional, Oh hell - you know the routine," continued Danny, trying to say something sensible but couldn't. He was so intent thinking about being Roberto's daddy, in the hottest sense imaginable.
Danny thought he was a wizard using clever words, however, with Roberto, `clever' wasn't happening. Bumbling was more like it.
Danny could care less about being clever with words. The only words he wanted to hear was "fuck me daddy."
Roberto sat on Danny's lap facing him, they rubbed noses, and Danny started to smirk. He was a serious person, becoming more helpless all the time. He didn't care for rubbing noses. He was more inclined to toss Roberto into bed, to hell with the nose business!
Roberto put his arms around Danny's neck, and Danny lowered him in his arms pulling his body closer pasting their lips together.
"You don't really care about painting the bedroom walls, that's not tops on your `to do' list. What you really care about is me!" – "am I right?" whispered Roberto sounding sexy in a deep voice.
"You ask too many questions," Danny replied.
"I asked one question."
Danny stood up with Roberto in his arms. He was strong, and carried him to the bedroom lowering him onto the bed. "Yes, you sexy fucker, what, I care about, is you – damn straight, tell me, "Who's your daddy?"
"Geeze, I feel like Scarlet O'Hara, whispered Roberto."
"You have the right color hair, but you are not Margaret Mitchell's Scarlet; you're a man, a warm exciting man, and I have you. Of course, we'll stay here, whatever my `handy-man' says, is what we'll do," agreed Danny, disappearing to fill the tub with hot water.
"This is like being married, plans, ideas, and rules," Daniel mumbled quietly, so Roberto couldn't hear. He was joking of course Roberto meant everything to him. There were no rules, only ideas.
They were two gay men testing each other; however, their human side showed glitter rocking on the edge of glib. It was evident by their honest behavior, why good people always win.
They took turns drying each other. Roberto cradled Danny's junk releasing a big boy sigh. "When do I get this?" asked Roberto aroused by Danny's body.
"Don't ask questions!"
"Okay – no questions. Didn't we just go through this?"
I've been thinking," said Roberto. "Let's have dinner after all. I want to go with you. What do you say to that?" stammered Roberto suggesting something that allowed Danny a gateway to his own warm crotch.
"I say be careful because I may never let you go. There are body parts that men consider their personal flesh belonging only to them. Time alters privacy, then a certain someone comes along and "wham," a nice guy becomes a slut under the guise of affection," Danny spouted as if he was an authority on human behavior.
"I don't understand this private crap," quoted Roberto. "Even so, being aggressive in the bedroom doesn't mean one is not a nice guy; that is so dumb," he said.
"Men guard what is private, until they get overheated," admitted Danny.
"REALLT!" – "are you sure about that?"
"I'm never sure about anything - That's the pure truth!"
"Who wouldn't want to be where we are right now? " I don't have anything that is private. I'm just living the dream," said Roberto, brushing his hand across the bulge in the front of Danny's pants.
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