I hurried to get the kitchen organized, then raced upstairs and started the bath. Once the water was running and bath toys were added, I dashed across the game room to find Joey organizing the new toys I’d bought him for Christmas. He was humming a Christmas carol while he worked. A part of me wanted to go find my phone and record a video, but the other, much larger part, wanted to take it in and enjoy it. He was obviously happy.
“Joey, I thought you were playing?”
He jumped and grabbed his chest. “Holy shit. You scared the crap out of me.”
“Language.”
“Sorry. But you really scared me.”
“I see that. What’re you doing?”
Joey turned back to the shelves that covered the wall. “Putting my stuff away.”
“You can do that later, you know.”
He shrugged. “I feel better when it’s done.”
“Okay, but it’s bath time now. Come on.”
He put the toy in his hand on the shelf and turned. “Yes, Daddy.” He skipped all the way into the bathroom and raised his hands up. “Dress me.”
“You mean undress?” I followed him in and pulled his T-shirt over his head.
“Yeah. That.” He squirmed around as I pulled his pajama pants off. Then he held one socked foot up for me to remove, and then the other.
“Let me check the temperature.” I felt in the water, and it was warm but not too hot. I turned off the faucet and helped him in. We’d done bathtime repeatedly since the first, and each one was fun. “I’m going to wash you first, then you can play.”
He was already splashing his duckie around, but mumbled, “Okay.”
I soaped up a washcloth and rubbed it over him. Up his long neck and down his back. Over each arm. I never tired of admiring his body as I touched him. After washing, I left him to play. I had more to get ready for the rest of his treat.
I pulled the comforter down to the foot of the bed and rearranged the pillows. Then I got out the oils and lotions I’d collected. Joey was going to get a massage. Then probably a shower. Then…well, I would probably fuck the hell out of him. I didn’t want to get ahead of myself, though my cock was already on board with that.
Joey moaned seductively through the massage and nearly fell asleep, but when I deemed him all finished, he raced to the shower. “Be right back.”
I chuckled and stripped down to nothing. Soon enough, he was back, a towel wrapped around him. “I cleaned everything really good.”
“I’m sure you did. Get in bed.” I patted the spot beside me, and dropping the towel, he climbed over my legs to get there. It was impossible to miss how hard he was.
“What exactly did you do in the shower to have such a raging hard on, Joey?”
He laughed and pressed his face into the pillow.
“Joey?”
“I told you I cleanedeverything.”
That most likely meant he did a quick douche. “I’m going to have to inspect you then to find out.”
He laughed again but also wiggled his butt. With a quick swat, I pulled his hips up. I spread his butt cheeks and blew over his hole just so he would squirm again. And he did. But then I needed to taste him. “Did you wash here?” I licked over his hole with a flat tongue.
“Y-Yes…”
Then I speared my tongue inside and he moaned loudly, the sound going straight to my aching cock. He was a tease for sure, but I loved every fucking second of it. And it was my turn. I licked his hole, fucking him with my tongue and driving him wild until he was bucking and panting, begging me for more.
“Daddy…fuck me. Fuck me now.”
“You sure?” I asked as if I wasn’t, but I was already reaching for the lube.
