“Okay.” I struggled with my shirt and didn’t ask him to help me. The socks were easier to toss. When I was completely naked, and Casey’s focus was only on me, shyness had my attention on the floor again. I was hard enough that my dick curved up to kiss my stomach before I stepped over the edge of the tub and immediately sank down into the pleasant, steaming water. I blew out a long breath as the heat seeped into my muscles.
Casey didn’t get in with me but went to his knees next to the tub and folded his arms on the side. He was the cute one as he rested his chin on his hands and waggled his eyebrows. “I planned for us to have adult time because I was worried too much pretending would be overwhelming for you. I won’t do as much of this after tonight, but do you want a firm break here? Just Angel and Casey?”
“Do all Big Brothers worry like you?” I asked, excited when he hit me with a wide, toothy smile. It twisted me up in good ways to see his quiet enjoyment whenever I played pretend with him, and since I liked games—and this one was fun and apparently led to movies, pizza, toys, and blow jobs—I was all in.
“I worry because I want you happy.”
“Casey bear,” I said and slid farther down into the water. My feet didn’t hit the end, so maybe this tub had been built for him, too. He flailed and grabbed my cast to hold it up as I nearly slid too far. I laughed as I splashed and struggled back upright, but he didn’t. “I’ve never been this happy.”
The bath was nice, but Casey eventually decided it was time to clean me up. He went to get a washcloth, and when he came back he started with my face. It was strange and nice to have someone else bathing me—but he didn’t touch my cock. He washed everything, even asked me to get on my knees and ran his finger teasingly along my crack before he rinsed out the soap. My dick bobbed in the water, forgotten and sad. He ignored it when he toweled me off, too. Even though I purposefully shook my hips so it would bounce around, no go. He was careful as he tied a towel around my waist but didn’t so much as glance at the bulge under the fabric. I whined and rubbed myself, and he finally laughed.
“Relax. What’s the rush?”
“Seriously?” I outlined my hungry dick with my fingers so that there was an obscene mound at the front of my towel.
“Just to make certain, do you want to stay here and sleep in my bed?” He tussled my hair, and I dropped my hand to my side, not sure if I wanted to test his patience by letting him have it about being a jerk who didn’t blow me twice in a row.
Yeah, that would likely not end the way I wanted, since he’d been so quick to talk about punishments. I nodded in answer to his question and couldn’t bring myself to say anything else.
I’d walked through his bedroom earlier but had been so focused on Casey that I hadn’t noticed the massive Spider-Man on his bed. A happy thrill zapped me as I zeroed in on the toy resting near the pillows. The thick black blanket under him looked like it would be soft to touch. I ran over and bounced onto the Olympic-sized mattress. “This thing could be used as a wrestling ring.” My wrist hurt, and I didn’t care as I crawled for the stuffie, joy thudding through me. “Oh my God, he’s great! Did you do this for me?”
“Of course.”
I flopped onto the soft Spidey and snuggled my face into it. The fabric smelled clean and the tickle on my cheek had me laughing as I nuzzled it. “I love him.”
“Good.” Casey’s voice sounded strange. When I glanced back at him over my shoulder, he was smiling.
He stopped close by and patted my ass. I arched into the touch, and he took the towel from around my hips and then ran a hand over my asscheek. I wiggled my dick against the soft blankets that felt so fucking fantastic, but a “nu uh” from him put an end to that as he gave my ass a love tap that wasn’t even anything close to a spanking.
“Please?”
“Nope,” he said with a laugh as he turned down the blankets, and I found myself in the middle of a threesome: Spidey on my right and my real-life Iron Man on my left.
“My cast,” I said. “You’ll squish it.”
“It’s okay. Roll onto your side.” Exhaustion smacked me even though I was hard and strangely energetic, too. How could I be tired and hyper? It made my head spin. I did what he said, and it turned out everything was fine because I had my back pressed against his warm front with his arm around me, and I was able to rest my cast on top of Spidey.
“It’s not fair that I’m naked and you’re not.” I nestled against his clothed body.
“It’s very fair. Have you ever had a cock my size?”
I shook my head and didn’t say anything else because I hadn’t had a cockanysize.
“See, then it’s fair.”
Excitement squirmed all through my belly and my dick throbbed. Warm drops leaked down my shaft—precum. I moaned. “I want to try.”
“Not right now. Have you had anything in your ass before?”
“Uh….”
“I’m not going to be happy if you lie to me.”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t going to do that. I’m not stupid. No.”
He gave me a light squeeze and kissed the side of my neck, sending a shiver of need sliding in tingles over my skin. “What if we move in the night and bump my cast?”
“Won’t happen.”
