Chapter 3.
After cleaning off, we headed back into the living room, I had pulled my onesie back on and Ezra had pulled on a pair of white briefs, which left his pubic hair curling out from each leg hole.
As he prepared dinner he laughed, "Well tonight we're kind of doing things backwards to how I expected."
I tried to look coy. "I couldn't help it; I've been waiting days. Besides, you knew what you were doing when you got naked."
Winking, he replied, "Not my intention. Anyway," his tone changing, "I want to know more about you. Do you know what your long-term plans are? Do you have long term plans?"
"In regard to what?"
"Everything. But I mostly meant work. Do you want to stay in a service job."
"Not really to be honest. But it's the only thing I can do right now to get a proper flat share."
"So, in an ideal world, what would you do?"
"I always wanted to be in marketing, I did that at college. I got good grades too. My favourite part is designing logos, I love drawing. I do it digitally on my tablet, wanna see?" I asked heading for my bag before he answered. I loaded up the software and pushed it under his nose as he continued chopping vegetables, he wiped his hands on a tea towel and began flicking through my work.
"River. These are so good, seriously you should pursue this."
I gave him a tight smile, "Thanks. Maybe I will one day. Once I have some savings."
After finishing dinner, we settled onto the sofa and using the remote he pulled up the movie channels, "You got any requests? What are you into?"
"I'm a total nerd. Anything fantasy based, or sci-fi and I'm sold."
"Me too." He replied happily, "Wanna watch the new star trek series?"
I settled in next to him, laying my legs in his lap, "Yeah, sounds great."
His hand settled onto my foot as the first episode began. Throughout the episode he continued to pull my attention away from the screen as he played with each of my toes absent minded, luckily, I'd already watched the first season, so I could still follow the story.
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I spat a mouthful of toothpaste down the sink and stood up watching as Ezra did the same.
I caught him staring at me in the mirror, as I put my toothbrush down, "What?" I asked.
"You know Kobe was right. He keeps saying we look related." He laughed, "We both have dark hair, and eyes and fair skin, even our noses are similar."
I nodded, "Jerico said the same thing." I then pulled a mock look of shock, "Wait! Are you, actually my Daddy!?"
He smiled and said around his toothbrush, "So you're into that then? The whole Daddy thing."
I felt a blush creeping up my neck and into my cheeks, "Erm, yeah. Is that weird to you?"
He spat into the sink before replying, "No. I love it. I just want to make sure you're not just going along with it for me." He rinsed his mouth and placed his toothbrush back into the holder before grabbing my hips and looking down on me, "I'd love to be your Daddy. But that doesn't mean I want to own you. If there's something between you and Jeri, that's cool with me." He then kissed me deeply before leading me back to bed, which was next level comfortable.
I stripped from my onesie, and we settled down for the night as I positioned pillows comfortably around me and then placed my head in the crock of his shoulder, resting on his hairy chest. He turned the brightness down on his phone while answering some emails as I drifted off to sleep.
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I woke in the morning to an empty bed, I climbed out and seeing a hoodie on the back of the door, threw it on. Then padded quietly down the stairs, to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
"Morning."
I startled slightly, "Fuck. Sorry. You made me jump. Morning."
He chucked, closing his laptop. He was wearing his briefs from the night before. "How'd you sleep?"
It took me a few seconds to answer, my eyes roaming over him. "Honestly, the best I've slept in years. It was so quiet, and the bed was so comfortable, thanks for letting me stay. I'll get going soon and leave you to it." He closed the laptop and placed it to one side, holding his arms wide as an invitation to straddle him, which I took. Naked from the waist down, my dick which was already hard, pressed against his briefs as his hand slid up my back and cupped my face, he broke this kiss and whispered, "You're not going anywhere until you cum down my throat."
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"Honestly Jeri, it was that good."
"You lucky bastard. I'm hard just hearing it." Having picked up an afternoon shift at work, I was of course obligated to relive the night before with Jerico, who was the perfect captive audience. Even if we did have to keep stopping and starting around customers.