“You have roommates?” I didn’t know them, but I got the impression they played at least a small role in his exhaustion. Sam nodded, holding up four fingers. “Well, if you ever need a break from them, I have beds you can use, and I’ll even tuck you in at night.”
“That sounds really nice.” Sam’s body sagged against mine. If we didn’t get moving, I was pretty sure he’d be sound asleep in minutes.
“When we get home, I want you to tell me what all you have going on this semester. I have a pretty steady schedule, and we need to figure out when and how we can spend some time together.”
* * *
Imighthave gone overboardat the store. I couldn’t help it. Since there weren’t any brick and mortar stores that catered to littles and Daddies, the superstore was my only option for helping Sam explore his little side, and so we could start to figure out what he was into. And when his eyes lit up, I couldn’t help but throw whatever it was that caught his eye into the cart.
“You shouldn’t have bought so much,” Sam protested as we loaded the last of the bags into the cargo area of my SUV. “I don’t even know if I’m going to like all these toys and you’re going to have to find space for them.”
“It’s notalltoys,” I pointed out. I wanted to start building a wardrobe for Sammy’s little time. No, there wasn’t specific attire that was required, but I thought it might help for him to have something other than the clothes he wore on a daily basis. For now, that meant knit shorts and graphic tees that were a size smaller than he told me he wore. The image of his shirts riding up to show his belly had my dick perking up.
And then there were the undies. One huge benefit of his slight stature was we were able to find clothes for him in the boy’s section rather the men’s, and that meant there was a huge selection of brightly colored briefs with fun prints on them. He’d blushed when I’d asked if he preferred boxer briefs or the regular briefs; apparently, talking about underwear preferences wasn’t something he did often.
We hadn’t talked as much as I’d hoped to and that was, unfortunately, something that couldn’t be avoided much longer. I wanted to respect Sam’s boundaries, and I would, but I also wanted to see if we could start playing. I’d never been one to take things slow, and I was starting to realize that if I let things progress at Sam’s pace, there was a high likelihood a snail would pass us.
Sam smiled up at me when I helped him buckle up. I cupped his cheek, debating if it was too soon to kiss him.
Fuck it.
I moved in slowly, giving Sam plenty of time to object. Instead, he tilted his head back, placing his hand on my forearm. His eyes fluttered closed and that was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my lips gently against his, backing away before either of us could try to deepen it. “So sweet. So perfect.”
Sam snorted. “I’m far from perfect.”
“But I have a feeling you’re perfect for me,” I clarified. As soon as we got back to the house, we’d be discussing a few more rules. Sam wasn’t going to get away with self-deprecation if I had anything to say about it. He wanted a Daddy who was a mix of loving and strict, and that’s exactly who I was. “Let’s get home so you can do your homework.”
I closed his door and rounded the front of the SUV, peeking at him through the windshield. He was staring straight ahead, and when our eyes met, he smiled at me. I shit you not, the boy took my breath away. This was more than I’d hoped for so quickly, and I decided the best course of action was tonotgive Sam any time to second guess himself.
“I know you’re not ready for sex, but how do you feel about intimacy?” I asked as I pulled onto the freeway. Not an ideal ice breaker, but it was something that needed to be discussed. I wanted to take him home and get him changed, but if he wasn’t comfortable with me seeing him naked, that could throw a wrench in my plans.
“It’s not even so much that I’m notreadyfor sex, as it’s something I haven’t given a whole lot of thought to,” Sam clarified. He stared out the side window as he started wringing his hands. “I’ve always known I was different. First, I was a girl to the outside world, even though that’s not how I felt. When I came out, my family accepted me as I am now. But I’m a gay man who doesn’t have the same parts as most gay men. It’s a deal breaker for a lot of guys.”
“Lucky for you, I’m not those other guys.” I reached over the console and took Sam’s hand. “I’m perfectly willing to follow your lead here. If you’d rather wait on certain things, all you have to do is tell me. But if there are things youwantto try, tell me and we’ll make it happen.”
“But what if you don’t like it?”
“I can guarantee you that won’t happen.” I wasn’t sure how to explain it to him without offending him, but what he had, or didn’t have, inside his pants held zero bearing on how I felt about him. It didn’t now, and it wouldn’t in the future. I’d been captivated with him since the first time I saw him, and every interaction we had only drew me deeper into his orbit. Sex was awesome, but it wasn’t everything. “Is there something in particular you want to do that you think I won’t like?”
“Gay guys are supposed to like anal sex. I’ve tried…you know…and I didn’t much care for it. I mean, maybe it’s different when you’re with a real person and not just playing with toys, but it hurt and didn’t get me off,” he rambled. He tucked his chin and turned away to hide his adorably pink cheeks. Rather than interrupt him, I kept my attention on the road and let him work through whatever was jumbled in his head. “I do want to try that, but I’m not sure if I’ll like it. And I’ve tried the other place, too, just to see if there was a difference.”
Now we were getting somewhere. I shifted around in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Driving with an erection wasn’t pleasant, but my only other options were taking my hand off the wheel or breaking contact with him. Neither of those were worth the risk, so my pain would continue. The silence between us dragged on a full minute. “Did you like the other place?”
“I did, but that’s the girl hole, so I shouldn’t.” The anguish in his voice shattered me.
“There isnopart of you that’s a girl, Sammy. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, you’re a boy. You’re made different, but that doesn’t mean you should deny yourself something you enjoy.”
“But willyoulike that part?” His voice was ragged and small. I squeezed his leg before brushing my thumb back and forth against his thigh until he looked at me.
“If it’s part of you, I will love it,” I promised him. “I’m not shallow. Part of what I’m looking for in a relationship is someone to take care of. For too long now, I’ve tried taking off the edge by playing with boys, but there hadn’t been anyone I wanted on a deep level. I don’t yet know what it is, but there’s something different about you. Even if you never wanted to have penetrative sex, it would be more than enough as long as you let me take care of you. As for the sex part, when and if you decide you want to try penetration, I will gladly make love to you however you want.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“I willneverlie to you, Sammy.” His body tensed as I pulled off the freeway and started winding through the city streets. “Would it be okay with you if I help you change into something more comfortable when we get home?”
Sam nodded, reaching up to pinch his bottom lip.
“Will you let me changeallof your clothes?” I wasn’t sure what type of underwear he typically wore, but if we were doing this, I hoped he’d let me help him change into one of the colorful pairs of briefs we’d picked out. “If you’re not ready for that, it’s okay. But if I’m going to be your Daddy, I’d like to take good care of you.”
“I think I want to try…” I sensed there was something more, but I wouldn’t rush him to say it. He hummed as I rubbed gentle circles just above his knee. “I can tell you if I get scared?”
“I’d expect nothing less.” I pulled into the driveway, slowing until the garage door opened. “And if you’re scared, we’ll talk about it and then keep going. I meant it, Sammy, I don’t want to push you into anything.”
