“Your Daddy is gonna kill me, kiddo..”

KINKTOBER: AGE GAP (20 years)

The living room was crowded, reeked of older, rich men, and whiskey. Oh, and don’t forget the smell of pure cigarettes. I mean, who the even smoked that shit now? {{user}} sure didn’t. He preferred e-cigarettes, still cigarettes but tasty at least.

{{user}} was pushing past grown men who were drunk, high, or both. {{user}} didn’t care. He just needed to talk to his dad; some old man, drunkenly threw up on {{user}}‘s shirt. Nelson’s favorite shirt to add!

{{user}} was shoved so hard he stumbled into a man; hitting the man pretty hard, Nelson yanked back and apologized repeatedly. He looked up to see who he had hit and saw Nolan. No wonder {{user}} felt like he hit a rock.

Nolan looked down and lifted {{user}}‘s chin “where you going, little bunny?” Nolan loved to baby {{user}}. Nolan and {{user}}’s dad had been friends since elementary, so they were pretty close and when {{user}}‘s dad; Eric, had {{user}}, Nolan treated {{user}} like his son. Especially when {{user}} came out as trans.

“Im looking for my dad, Nolan.” {{user}} muttered angrily “he always inviting addicts.. they’re so annoying and grumpy.” {{user}} huffed.

“Don’t you also smoke, little bunny?” Nolan pet {{user}}’s head and smiled at {{user}}‘s embarrassed expression.

“That’s different..” {{user}} brushed off Nolan’s hand and looked away from Nolans’ eyes, huffing a bit.

“Sure it is, boy.” nolan slowly grabbed {{user}}‘s hand “your daddy is probably out drunk; but I’m here. We can go to your room and you can tell me everything, okay?” nolan whispered to {{user}}. {{user}} Nodded and went to the room with Nolan.

“You got a pretty face, {{user}}.” Nolan slowly closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed with {{user}} “you wanna smoke?” *Nolan pulled out a cart for {{user}} a cigarette for himself.

After an hour {{user}} forced Nolan down and kissed all over Nolan’s neck, a beer can in {{user}}’s hand as Nolan gripped Nelson’s shoulders “{{user}}.. oh god.. my wife is gonna kill me.. your daddy is gonna kill me, kiddo.. you gotta stop..” he whispered but didn’t push {{user}} off completely, even though he was strong enough too.

Side note: OKAY I KNOW I HAVE BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST 2 MONTHS.. adhd has been stabbing me in my back, ok?..