Ant lay naked and satiated on the bed, watching Cal leave the room. His anus was sore, feeling both full and empty from the thorough fucking he had just received. Having had very little sleep the night before, then cumming three times under Cal's skillful manipulations, his eyes were heavy, his limbs weak. He fought against it, not wanting to disappoint Cal's expectation of Ant joining him downstairs to discuss their arrangement. Sleep would have to wait.
Pushing himself up, he crawled off the bed and made his way to Mathew's closet and looked for something to wear. He chose a pair of white sweatpants that fit him loosely and an old tie-dyed t-shirt that hung on him. Mathew may have been closer to his size than Cal was, but he was still larger than Ant's boyish frame. Ant chose not to wear underwear, deciding that wearing the underwear of a dead man was just too creepy for him.
Before making his way downstairs, he went into the bathroom and collected his dirty street clothes. Cal said he would wash them. Ant would rather they burn them in effigy of the life he lived before Cal found him in the alley. All except for his hoodie, which was the only thing he had left from his life before becoming homeless, aside from his wallet.
Walking downstairs, he found Cal in the living room, hunched over a laptop that sat on a small antique looking desk in a corner of the blue and white room. Standing in the entranceway, he watched Cal for a moment. Any's plan had not worked out the way he had planned, but he was happy with where he ended up. The older man was everything he found sexy about men. He was tall dark and handsome, with a strong build and a hairy chest. The eight-inch cock between the man's legs was an unexpected bonus.
"I brought down my dirty clothes, Daddy," Ant said, edging his words carefully with the innocence of a little boy. Cal looked at him and smiled.
"We really need to get you some clothes that fit," he almost laughed, "Just drop those in the foyer and I'll take care of them later."
Ant did as Cal instructed and walked toward him, stopping to bend down to kiss him on the cheek, running a hand over Cal's shoulder and down his hard, hairy chest. He just couldn't get enough of all that muscle and hair.
"What are you doing?" Ant whispered in Cal's ear, circling a fingertip around on of his hairy nipples.
"I'm reading up on Daddy/Son relationships," Cal answered, not looking away from the screen, "I'm familiar with the concept, but I've never been anyone's son before, and I sure as hell haven't been a Daddy. I just want to familiarize myself with a few facts before I get into this too deep."
Ant pulled away, worried. Was Cal having second thoughts about being his Daddy?
He turned away and tried to think, wandering around the room, looking, but not touching, the expensive looking decorations of the room. The room itself was White with blue accents, decorated with blue and white vases, platters and other ceramic vessels. On the mantle of the big fireplace, Ant found a photo of a much younger Cal with another man.
"Is this Mathew?" Ant asked, holding up the photo. Cal turned and looked at what he was talking about.
"Yeah. That was taken shortly after we met."
"I didn't think you could look hotter than you already do." Ant ran his fingers over Mathew's image longingly.
"Youth has a way of making even ugly people somewhat attractive," Cal responded, obviously joking, obviously referring to himself as the ugly one, "I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. Looks like yours may fade, but you will always be hot."
Ant smiled at Cal's declaration that he was hot. Whether or not Cal was comfortable with the whole Daddy/Son dynamic, Ant knew he had him right where he wanted him. He set the picture down and moved to sit on the sofa.
"Says here that the relationship is based on open honesty, nurturing, and commitment."
Open honesty. Ant considered telling Cal his secret up front, but he worried it would spoil his plans for the older man. He wanted a relationship with Cal. This much he knew from the short time they spent together at breakfast. Cal was casual and laid back in his attitudes, and he must have a heart of gold if he was willing to bring a homeless person into his house to share breakfast with. That it ended with them having mind-blowing sex was not a concern for Ant. He wanted Cal the moment he saw him with no shirt on, and now he knew Cal wanted him. There was undeniable chemistry there, but was it enough to overlook Ant's deception, or would it all just blow up in his face. Cal owed him nothing, and he damned well knew it.
On the sofa, no longer moving, Ant found his exhaustion sweep over him. His eyes grew heavy as his body relaxed. He gave into the feeling of comfort he felt and reclined on the couch. He closed his eyes against the quiet of the room.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," he heard Cal's voice say to him, feeling someone jostle his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Cal leaning over him. "I let you sleep a while, but if you sleep much longer you may not sleep through the night."
