So Much Smut...

Daddy, Best 1st Ever- Phan

I sat with my best friend, Louise, in anticipation of getting to meet her new boyfriend. I bristled at the thought. No, not because I was jealous, but because she hadn't always had the best luck with boys. Something she commonly asked me for advice on, considering I was gay, but I hadn't even come out publicly, let alone had any relationships, or hookups, or...anything. Imagine me sighing dramatically.

"Phil, stop wallowing and look at me." I snapped out of it, raising my head to glance at Louise. Before me was her, dressed as scantily clad as I'd ever seen her for a first date.

"...What?" I asked, confused. She looked at me apologetically and ashamedly.

"I knew what you were going to say, so I didn't tell you. He said, if I wasn't... you know, "any good" on the first date, it'd never work out." I stared.

"Lou, relationships aren't about sex. I tell you this all the time. This is not going to go well." But I knew that she wouldn't be swayed this far into the game, and that I'd just be there to catch her when she took this fall. I rolled my eyes. "Why do I even-"

The ringing door bell cut me off. Her eyes widened, and she frantically begin pushing her boobs up higher. I shuddered in disgust, not at her, but at a person who would make her feel like her purpose was to please him. Knowing it was my duty as her best friend, I trudged to the door, and begrudgingly opened it.

"Hello, is this the home of a lovely Louise?" I felt my breath catch in my throat as I beheld the sight in front of me. The boy had dark eyes, that seemed to glow, hot. And his hair fell to the side of his face silkily, I'd love to run my hands through it. His demeanor was classy, yet it felt like he had the power to ride you into the mattre- Whoa. Where did that come from? I was turning myself on at the sight of Louise's potential douchebag boyfriend. Obviously, being a virgin was taking me to all new lows.

Clearing my throat and trying to put my disgust and lust aside, "She's almost ready, come in." I motioned for him to follow me.

Patting him a seat on our small sofa, I felt uncomfortable being in close proximity with him, but I put up with it for Louise. He smirked at me and sat down, closer than necessary.

"I'm Dan," he said, extending a hand toward me.

"And quite frankly, I don't give a fuck," I said, avoiding eye contact and brushing his hand aside.

Suddenly, he gripped my arm and leaned into my ear. "Daddy's little boy will not be rude, understood?" He asked, quite suddenly reaching down and palming me through me pants. Desperate for more contact, yet desperate for him to stop, I nodded frantically. He retracted both arms and went back to his original position, examining me.

I felt weird, almost intimidated. "I'll- ahem, I'll g-go get Louise, then." I looked at him, I don't know why I feel like I needed permission.

But, he granted it, nodding. "Alright then, love." I almost melted when he said that, yet, I don't know why.

As Louise and Dan were leaving, I could have sworn that he gave me a suggestive smirk when he told me he'd see me later...

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Around 2:00 am

I waited for Louise to get back. I hoped with all my heart that she didn't go home with him. I was divided as to why. Whether I didn't want her putting out for an arse or whether I actually wanted him for myself, I wasn't sure, although, I wanted to believe it was the first one solely.

Finally, I could hear footsteps and Louise talking loudly on the porch. I dashed to the front door, and swung it open, relieved.

There she stood, pink-faced and hammered, next to a surprisingly sober Dan, who was smirking at me again. "Hey, Lou." I said cautiously, reaching out to help her inside.