“Mostly.”
I didn’t want to bring up his coming out to California early yet. I wanted to give him something else to relax him first. “Then let’s get back to what’re you wearing?”
He laughed. “T-shirt and shorts.”
“Mmm…you have nice legs. Why don’t you take your shorts off?”
“I like how you think, Mr. Sebert.” Neither of us was willing to go full-daddy, but he needed something more sometimes. If he felt better following my lead, I’d let him. For now.
“Well, then do it baby-boy.”
I heard him shuffling around a bit before he spoke again. “No shorts. No underwears.” And there was the little peeking out.
“Are you in your playroom?”
“Yes. On the floor. It has nice carpet, but I don’t have a bed or furnitures yet.”
“Go get a towel then. I don’t want you to mess up the carpet.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Sebert.” I heard his feet stomping away on the floor, then back again. “I’m sitting on my towel.”
“Are you hard?”
“A little.”
“Play with yourself. Tugg on your balls like I do.”
“Ngh…Mmm…feels good.”
Once again, I wished for more between us than was possible. He needed one. Maybe because of how his performance on stage affected him, or things that happened in his life, or simply that he had only recently truly embraced his little side, but he needed more than I had inside me to give. He needed—we both needed good daddies. “Good, boy. Now stroke your cock. Make yourself feel good. If I were with you, I’d lick my palm and squeeze tight, then stroke up and down. Do that, Kay.” I could tell him what to do, but I wanted someone to tellmewhat to do. It was selfish and not, at the same time. I didn’t like it, but I wanted Kay to be happy. Or at least temporarily satisfied.
“I-I’m doing…that.” He started panting.
“Are you picturing me with you?”
“Y-Yes. Your lips on my cock. You give the best blowies.”
I laughed at the term he used. “I would totally blow you if I were there.”
“Wish you were here.”
“Me too.” I pictured him sitting on the floor with his legs stretched out while he jacked off. “I want you to make yourself come. Can you do that?”
“Mm…need more lotions.”
“Get it. Hurry.”
I heard his feet again. “This is better. Mmmm…gonna come fast.”
“I hope so. Lean forward and point it at the towel so you don’t make a mess.”
“Mmm…Donny…” He grunted. “I came so hard.”
“Good boy. I want you to clean up and go take a nap. I’m working on a surprise for you, okay?”
“I like surprises.”
“Me too. Now go.”
