“Fuck daddy, you get your boy so fucking horny…” Evan said, as he stroked Brett’s cock–he looked up at his boyfriend, but Brett was just looking away, cheeks a bit red. “Come on, you said you would give it a shot.
“I..it’s just weird, is all, I mean, I’m younger than you, Evan.”
“It’s roleplay, it doesn’t matter how old we actually are.”
“Yeah, but…look, I don’t get this stuff. I just want to fuck. It’s easier, and I don’t feel like I’m trying to tell some story to you the whole time.”
Evan sat back on his heels, and scowled a bit. “You’d like it if you just gave it a chance! You liked those stories I showed you, didn’t you? That’s what you said.”
While Brett had said that, he’d meant more to appease his boyfriend’s fetish, than as an endorsement of his own interest. He’d never really seen the attraction of being with an older guy himself, and honestly, it kind of freaked him out, and made him question their whole relationship. If Evan wanted to be with an older man so much, then why in the world was he with Brett? Sure, Brett did *look* older in some ways–especially with the beard and slight paunch, but he was only 26 to Evan’s 29. The whole thing just…didn’t make any real sense to him, and pretending made him feel silly and very un-sexy.
“Look, come on daddy, your boy just wants to make you feel good is all.”
“Look, Evan, I’m just not that into it, alright? I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is going to work for me,” Brett said, “I…Look, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok? But I’m gonna go.”
Evan tried to stop him, but never tried to apologize, and Brett got his clothes on and left Evan’s apartment, still feeling strange and confused. Why couldn’t he find any normal guys? Everyone seemed to have some weird fetish that they wanted Brett to be completely into–like Jeffery, who he’d dated for a few weeks before he’d started begging Brett to piss on him. He shook his head–compared to that, this was actually pretty fucking normal, he supposed.
Maybe he was overreacting. He’d just…never been that adventurous of a guy in bed–he just liked to fuck. Still, he could do that and just throw a few ‘son this’ and ‘boy that’ in there, right? But why couldn’t Evan just be happy with him as he was? Why did he have to pretend to be someone completely different to give him great sex? He didn’t know what to do, and sleeping on the issue didn’t help resolve anything either. In the end, he called Evan, who finally apologized, and they decided to try and carry on–but after that, things remained a bit awkward. It was clear Evan hadn’t given up on his fantasy, and his insistence only made Brett feel further alienated. He figured they’d call it off soon enough, mutually or otherwise, but instead, Evan pinned him down one night a couple of weeks later with a proposition–hypnosis.
“You have got to be shitting me,” Brett said, after Evan told him about the hypnosis file he’d found on the internet.
“Look, all it does is make you…a bit more open minded, and imaginative.”
“There is no fucking way, this is fucking dumb. Shit like this doesn’t even work!”
Evan gave a growl of frustration, “So what if it doesn’t work? Then it’s not like you’ll have lost anything anyway, right? Why not at least try it?”
“Because this is even stupider than pretending to be your fucking father.”
“Not my father, my daddy. It’s different!”
“Like I fucking care!” Brett shouted, “All I want is some normal fucking sex! That’s what I like! What about what I fucking want? If you want some old fuck, then why the fuck even date me?”
Neither of them said anything, and Brett assumed–hoped really–that he’d said enough to end things between them, but Evan just took a deep breath. “Because I love you Brett. Because this is just sex. I don’t…really want to be with an older guy, I want to be with you, and I just don’t get why this is so…difficult for you.”
Brett wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, but he suddenly felt like an asshole–and that only made him angrier somehow. This wasn’t his fault–the problem wasn’t him, was it?
“Look, all I’m asking is you give it a try. Listen to the file, and try one more time with me, and if still doesn’t work, then fine, I’ll never mention it again. You’re more important to me that a fetish, and I want you to know that.”
Brett sighed–he knew this wasn’t going to work, but why not try and make him happy? He did really like Evan after all, and they had a good thing going. But he wasn’t going to do it alone–no, if this was Evan’s thing, then he should sit through it too. “Fine, I’ll listen to it–with you. Both of us listen to it, so you can see how fucking silly it is, and then I’ll give it another shot, alright?”
“I don’t need to listen to it though.”
Look, the file says it’s generalized–it isn’t about being a daddy, right?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the harm?”
Evan sighed, but agreed to his condition. It took them a bit to set up the computer so they could both listen to it with headphones, but they managed. They started up the file, and a voice started speaking: “Welcome to the open minds, open realities file by MasterCrux. Be warned–this file is intense, if you go too deep into an alternate reality, you might never get back out! You’ve been warned!”
Brett snickered, and Evan socked him in the shoulder as the induction began. Soon enough, both young men were slack jawed and staring at the screen blankly, while the voice droned on, and on, and on, and when they woke, feeling rested an hour later, neither of them could quite remember anything that had been said, but both could sense that something…was different, all the same.
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