DISCLAIMER
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Another commission!
I have another futa commission on its way as well, and another one after that. I'm slowly pumping these out and will be back to writing my usual once I'm finished. It's the holidays after all so I certainly need the money lol.
This is a gay reluctance piece between a Daddy and a college guy. Trigger warnings for coercion, reluctance, and really rough sex. Going back to my roots here a bit with this one.
As always I do not condone nor promote any forms of non-consent or reluctance in real life. This is fantasy smut and should not influence anybody's actions among the general public. No means no, respect everybody's boundaries please.
More stuff on the way soon.
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When I was in college, my life got flipped in a new way.
My name is Liam. I've just turned 21 and am in a spot of trouble at his point in my life. I stand at about 6 foot. I'm lean and toned, a cute guy all around, nice lips, nice green eyes, and smooth features. My hair is a little long, goes down to the middle of my neck, it's parted down the middle and kinda wavy.
My parents, I won't get into it too much, but they're out of the picture right now. They're alive, they are both just terrible people, so moving back in with them isn't an option. Senior year is approaching too and I couldn't work at the on-campus food court for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately I had almost no direction, I was gonna major in English because I had no idea what I'd even begin to do with my life. My friends and I had a plan to move in together but it completely fell through. With my parents about to cut me off as well, I needed to figure out a moving situation before the dorms booted me as Summer break was starting.
My friends were all going to be away as well, so this hot summer was going to be particularly unbearable. I would get bored out of my mind. All I was going to be doing was work, jacking off, taking lonely walks, eating, and gaming.
The assistant manager at where I worked, his name was Jerry, he was a little shorter than me and in his 40s or 50s or something. Older than me for sure. He was a pretty hirsute looking guy, doughy is a word I'd use, not obese, just typical older guy body. Beer gut sticking through his uniform, hairy, bad hairline, etc.
Jerry and I were alone on shift together one night, he wasn't my favorite coworker but he considered me a buddy and let me get away with a lot. The drawback was that Jerry was a very... opinionated... and loud individual. 'Your generation this..." and 'Your generation that...' constantly in my ear. He said things bluntly and without care, and often when you'd try to call him on it he'd greet it with a 'don't CANCEL me!' or an 'I know I'm not
woke
or whatever...'
As such I'd try and stay out of politics as much as I could, it didn't stop him from chatting me up all the time. Definitely closer to me than I was with him. He would sometimes do a playful slap on the ass to me during work, usually when nobody was looking.
That same night that Jerry was talking my head off about how hard people used to work back in his day, it somehow turned into me venting about my issues.
"Yeah... I don't really know what to do man, I'm gonna need to figure out a living situation soon..." I grumbled.
"Oh really? Say... I actually have a free room in my two-bed. It was cheap enough after the divorce but now that rent is going up I actually need a roommate."
"Oh... I dunno Jerry, that's-"
"I get it, don't wanna room with a guy twice your age, huh? Don't worry buddy I may be old, but I never lost my touch. You don't have to worry about bringing girls home or anything, I'll stay out of your way."
"Well, thanks, I don't wanna trouble you though, and it's more that I don't exactly make a lot here. I'm not sure I'm able to pay much on rent these days."
"Ah yeah. Pay's a bitch for college students..."
He paused, looked as if he was pondering something.
I went back to counting the register since we were closing up.
"You know what? How about you just stay with me for free while you get back on your feet."
"Woah. Are you sure? What about your rent?"
"I can still afford it, plus look at you, you're skinny as hell you probably barely take up any room in the kitchen."
"Well. Okay, I guess, that sounds good. Thank you so much, is there any way I can help you around the house or anything? If you need me to do dishes and clean I'm more than happy to take that off your hands."
"That sounds like a good deal to me, seeing you do all the women's duties around the place sounds like a sight I'd like to see. Should put you in a maid's dress while we're at it!" He chortled to himself.
"Haha..." I laughed awkwardly, "Yeah that would be funny..."
"That would look real good on you I bet. I know how the guys in your generation love wearing dresses, see it on that TikTok all the time. I don't normally judge, but what's with that?"
"No clue. Never did that myself, I think it was just something Harry Styles did that took off."
"Can hardly tell you boys from the girls honestly, not sure what happened to you guys that made you lose all your chest hair!" He laughed again, gave me a firm slap on the rear, then went to the back.
God it was gonna be a lot of that when I moved in, huh? Not like I had much choice I guess...
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In the next few months to come, Jerry would take my acceptance to move in with him as a confirmation that I was as close with him as he was with me. Perks of it at work were great, but it also meant a lot more slaps on the ass, and a lot more awkward conversation.
It always seemed to go into some territory of my body. Starting mild like how skinny I was, but then getting weirder. How my hips were thin and 'womanly', how my butt was way too perky for a man, how if I put on a wig I could probably pass as a lady. I kind of nervously laughed it off each time. Jerry was about as straight as they come, so it didn't irk me too much given the heinous shit he says regularly.
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Moving day finally came, Jerry helped me with the little amount that I had. Being in college, it was easy to pack light, and he already had a bed set up in my room so there was barely any heavy lifting to be done.
That same night him and I cracked a few beers and chatted a little bit. It was good getting to know him more shockingly. Only thing that bugged me was how he kept putting his hands on me at random times. Squeezing my thigh or shoulder. Even when he got a bit tipsy he started rubbing my back in small intervals.
Despite that, he had given me some info on his life. Where he was born, how he grew up, his wife and their divorce. It was interspersed with some pretty backwards political takes but nothing you wouldn't hear from an average boomer.
We went to bed separately that night and moved on.
Jerry was overall a decent roommate however, he usually would leave me be and give me space.
My only peeves were that he was an absolute mess with the dishes, giving me more work there, and he would constantly walk around either without pants on or without a shirt, exposing his hairy belly to me.
Things were pretty decent for about a month, about the same as before in terms of Jerry. That was until one night...
I was washing the dishes and he came in without his shirt on again. He had a few beers that night and was going for another.
"Hey buddy." He said, brushing behind me to get to the fridge in the kitchenette.
"Hey."
He opened the fridge and grabbed an ale, cracked it open, and took a big swig. Instead of leaving he sort of just stood there watching me for a sec.
I could see him in my periphery, swigging beer, his gaze burning into my side.
I looked over, raising an eyebrow, to see him scanning me up and down.
"All good Jerry?"
"Yeah. You just look like a natural doing that, you know?"
"No. What do you mean?"
"I know I talk about it a lot, son, but damn you look good doing dishes."
"Oh... thanks Jerry?"
"Don't mention it."
He kept staring as I went back to washing.
"...You're not gay right?"
"Uh. No? Not that I'm aware of."
"You sure? You got the build of one. Bet guys would love you, looking the way you do."
"Uhm, yeah maybe, I'm straight so I haven't really gone out of my way to look into that."
