Dangerous Daddy's Bad Boy by Alex Anders Page B

toward the tray sitting by his side and picked up his gun. Taylor saw the move and it made his heart race. Colin held the gun in front of Taylor and examined it.
    “You ever seen my gun before?” Colin asked with his Irish brogue slipping further through the whiskey.
    “Yes, sir. When you come out to the Jacuzzi.”
    “You like it?” Colin asked admiring it himself.
    “Yes, sir.”
    “You want to touch it?” Colin asked shifting his eyes to Taylor’s.
    The boy looked meekly back. “Yes sir.”
    Colin face got hard. “Then you look me in the eyes and ask.”
    Taylor looked away for as second not knowing what to do. Gathering his courage he looked his dad in the eye. “Can I hold your gun?”
    Colin’s face relaxed as he slid his hips forward pushing his cock onto Taylors tapered finger tips.
    “Yes you can.”
    Colin handed the boy his gun and the boy took it in his hand. After staring at the silver and gold pistol, Taylor paused, swallowed and let his finger tips rub the shaft of the gun that he most wanted to hold. When the boy made contact, his own cock twitched. He began to feel drunk as the rush filled his young body.
    Wanting more of his daddy’s meat he wrapped his small hands around the thick tool. Fully palming it, his fingertips couldn’t touch the heel of his hand. It was a lot bigger than his own. He liked it.
    “Thank you, sir,” Taylor replied handing the gun back to his dad.
    Colin took the gun and held it in his right hand allowing his elbow to rest on the edge of the spa. Staring up at the stars Colin reveled in his drunkenness. The alcohol had taken its full effect and this was exactly the state he wanted.
    With gun in hand he looked back at his son. With the boy’s hand gently rubbing his cock he found Taylor’s eyes. The boy looked longingly back and him and it felt fantastic. Colin looked closer at his son’s face, his smooth skin and emerging cheek bones were manly enough without shedding his little boy looks. And looking at him for truly the first time he realized that the boy had a pretty mouth.
    Taylor’s hand, slowly stoking Colin’s shaft, quickened the more his heart raced. Feeling bolder Taylor let go the shaft and cradled the head of daddy’s cock. Taylor did his best to control the way his smooth chest heaved when he felt Colin’s meat flick in his hand. He wished so much that he could be as calm and strong as his father, and the more his heart raced the more he wanted to connect with him in any way he could.
    “Can I…,” Taylor tried to stop the nervous tears from leaving his eyes. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Can I kiss your cock?”
    Colin looked over surprised but aroused. Feeling his head swim from the whiskey he made no attempt to hide the way he evaluated what the young, hairless body could offer him. He prodded Taylor’s hard body with his eyes and found it still covered by a thin layer of baby fat; Colin liked that. And realizing that he had an urge to make the supple boy scream from his touch, Colin decided to teach his son a lesson that he would never forget.
    Still holding his gun Colin stood up and faced Taylor. Taylor’s heart raced not knowing what would come next. Had he taken it a step too far? Was he about to again be struck across the face? Would his dad go as far as to shoot him? Taylor cowered and shook at the prospects.
    Gripping tightly on the gold and silver .38 caliber he stared intensely down at the boy.
    “Get up!” Colin ordered.
    Taylor stood up allowing his brick hard cock to peak through the surface of the water.
    “Now go to your room,” Colin growled.
    Feeling a sudden sense of relief Taylor wasted no time leaving the Jacuzzi. Pausing only to put on his robe he realized that he had taken everything a bit too far. He was lucky not to have felt Colin’s true rage again. Days earlier when Colin had hit him in the face, it had rocked the boy on his feet. When Colin had stood in front of him in the Jacuzzi he saw that rage.