{ #5 } Eclipse Of The Moon (MxM || 18+)

Chapter 58 - You May Call Me Daddy...

Eclipse Of The Moon ~ Book 1 of Aaron
Chapter 58
You May Call Me Daddy...

⚠️ Warning: this chapter and the next one contain strong Daddy/Baby kink, so if you're not comfortable with this theme, you may skip these chapters.

Saturday 28 August 2004

Camden – 5:20pm: I can't, Ron... I swear... Gonna go back and smash his face... Gonna beat the shit out of that fucker...

Aaron – 5:21pm: No, you're not going back. Leave that guy alone. Stay out of trouble! Use your imagination instead and let the steam off differently!

Camden – 5:25pm: My imagination is telling me to go back to that street, corner the fucker in a dark alley, beat him down... Might pop his cherry out too while I'm at it...

Aaron – 5:26pm: NO WAY!! YOU KNOW WHAT NON-CONSENSUAL SEX IS CALLED AND WHERE IT'D LEAD YOU! YOU'RE NOT ONE OF THESE GUYS, CAM!!

Aaron – 5:27pm: Just fucking use your imagination! You need to work on those angers, Bro!

Fuck! Trying to reason one of your best friends from a distance through texts because he won't answer the phone isn't the easiest. Cam just had a little fight with a guy he caught badgering and harassing a young girl. The chick managed to flee while Cam started to punch the fucker and thank goodness, some passers-by quickly held him back, allowing the culprit to escape, but now, my friend feels frustrated and is willing to hunt the guy.

Camden – 5:27pm: Noooooo... I'm not one of them... Sorry, Ron... Just don't know what to do...

Cam's anger management issues will end up leading him to jail – like his father – if he doesn't grab a better self-control on himself. He usually finds relief in rough sex, but I can't advise him to go out and find a good fuck right now. I'd blame myself if a poor guy got his anus ripped open.

"AAROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!"

Oopsie.

Aaron, not Pet.

This could sound nice, but the anger leaking out of Ivan's booming voice from upstairs doesn't bode anything good. Not the right time...

"WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?" I shout back as I type a reply to Cam's text.

Aaron – 5:21pm: Cam, strip off, take a warm shower to relax, and while you're there, imagine a cute little twink asks you to tie him up... Imagine him completely restrained... Imagine you're fucking him real hard... And jack off at the same time.

"GET YOUR ASS HERE! NOW!"

With a loud sigh, I jump off the couch where I was lazing and rush up the staircase, hoping that Cam will listen to my advice. I find Ivan in the master bedroom, standing by the entrance of the bathroom, stiffly straightened – hmm... bad sign – arms folded across his chest – not a good sign either... – and his eyes are throwing daggers at me – most probably the worst sign of all.

Shit! What have I done again?

A subtle nod of his chin is all I need to walk past him and into the bathroom where he follows me, and I can't help another sigh of exasperation. Against me, this time. I know better than to leave my mess all around the house, and I usually strive to correct myself, but I guess I must have been distracted earlier.

"This has to stop. Why is it so complicated to throw your dirty clothes inside the hamper instead of at the foot of the hamper? Is it that hard to hang your towel on the heating rack rather than discard it beneath the rack? Is it too much effort to drop your toothbrush inside your cup rather than beside the cup?" he lists dryly.