Sam
My heart wouldn’t quit racing as I helped Theron take the bags into the house. I swear, if I looked at something, he bought it. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to spoil me. And maybe that was part of his plan. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“It’s going to take forever to unpack everything,” I grumbled as I stared down at the mountain of bags beside the table.
“I’ll deal with that after we get you set up so you can work.” Theron crouched, rummaging through the bags. He pulled out a t-shirt, shorts, and one package of undies. I didn’t see why I couldn’t just wear the boring white briefs I had on, but Theron seemed pretty insistent and I hadn’t wanted to draw attention to us by arguing with him. “Are you still okay with me helping you get changed?”
“What I have on is fine,” I insisted. It didn’t make any sense to dirty another change of clothes when I’d just put these on before I left my apartment.
“For a college kid, yes, but I thought you wanted to be Daddy’s little boy today.” I hadn’t exactly said that in so many words, but I think both of us had known where things were headed from the moment I’d agreed to go out to dinner with him. And then I canceled. But then I accepted his invitation to come over here today, and I’d let him feed me lunch before cuddling up on his lap while we talked a bit. So maybe he was a smart Daddy and he knew what I wanted but was afraid to ask for. That could be helpful because I didn’t like asking for things all the time.
Theron slipped his hand into mine, stepping close enough I was able to smell the remnants of his cologne. “Was I wrong, Sammy? Do you want to wait until another time?”
“You already bought me all this stuff, so—”
“That’s not what I asked.” Theron’s voice was firm when he cut me off. “If you want to wait, I can put everything away and we’ll have it once we get to know one another a bit better.”
I shook my head. That sounded like the worst idea ever. I promised Maverick I was going to stop letting what happened with Anthony control my life, and that meant I needed to trust Theron. He wanted to be my Daddy and I wanted to be his little boy. There was no reason to hold back.
Except, he wanted to help me get dressed. And that meant he was going to see… I reached down, rubbing my palm against the front of my pants. I didn’t think he would laugh at my junk; that wasn’t how good Daddies behaved. But would he want to touch it?
Did Iwanthim to want to touch it?
I’d lost count of how many times I’d closed my eyes and jerked off using my left hand, pretending it was a Daddy’s fingers manipulating my little dick. When I was alone, I wasn’t self-conscious about my growth down there. I was dang proud of it because that wasmine.I might not look like other guys, but I definitely didn’t look like a girl, either.
Maybe Daddy would like my junk, too.
“Are you playing with yourself, Sammy?” Theron chuckled when I blinked rapidly, my mouth hanging open. I wouldn’t lie to him, but I also didn’t want to admit the truth. Yes, I had been playing with my junk and I was hard. It hurt. I wanted to be like some of the boys I’d seen at the club and straddle his thigh so I could rub one out. But he hadn’t given me permission for that. “You know, if you’re okay with it, maybe I could play with you since you’ve been such a brave boy for me today.”
“You’d want to do that?” I gaped at him again. He actually sounded eager about the idea of playing with my little dick.
I moaned, pressing against Theron’s hand when he pushed mine out of the way and cupped my groin. “Daddy’s been dying to seeall of yousince the other night. I know it’s something that’s new for us, but I can’t wait to see that precious treasure. When you’re ready, I’m going to give it kisses and blow you because that’s part of what good Daddies do.”
If he kept talking like that, he wouldn’t have to worry about it because I was going to come soon. I could already feel my briefs getting wet. It was uncomfortable. Yeah, Daddy changing me was definitely a good idea.
“I want that, Daddy,” I admitted. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to consider how it felt to call someone Daddy for the first time. It felt…right. Theron was Daddy. Maybe someday, he’d be even more, but for now I would take what I could get.
“Will you do that tonight?” I asked as Daddy led me through the house. The upstairs was a lot like the downstairs, except there were framed pictures of the ocean and mountains dotted along the walls of the upstairs hallway. “Did you take these?”
“I did,” he confirmed. “It’s more of a hobby than anything, but photography is something I enjoy almost as much as going for walks along the beach or spending time hiking in the mountains. There’s something peaceful about being with nature. Do you like the outdoors?”
Theron opened a door and ushered me inside. I frowned when I realized this couldn't possibly be the master bedroom. It was small, impersonal, and I couldn’t see anything that looked like it belonged to Theron. Then again, maybe that was for the best because, as much as I wanted to fool around, Theron taking me to his room felt like a huge step.
My breaths came in quick bursts as I followed Theron into the guest room. It wasn’t anything special, but I instantly loved the space. It had the same soft gray paint on the walls as most of the house, but the colors in here were brighter than everywhere else. The artwork on the walls held an almost childlike quality. As I got closer, my heart skipped a beat when I noticed they were all renderings of the older style Winnie the Pooh and friends. This space was subtle, but also obviously created for a little.
I wasnotgoing to let myself wonder how many other boys he’d had here. When I caught myself thinking about how I would stack up to the others, I stuffed a hand in my front pocket and dug my fingernails into my thigh.
“Second thoughts?” Theron’s question snapped me out of my thoughts. He stepped in, sliding a hand around to the back of my neck. “Something’s bothering you.”
I nodded. As much as it scared me to admit, lying wasn’t an option. Theron pulled me onto the bed next to him. It sat higher than most beds and my legs dangled over the edge. It was silly, but I loved that because it made me feel little. I could feel him watching me as I stared straight ahead. I jumped when he placed a hand on my leg, instantly calming as I reminded myself that Theron wasn’t going to make me do anything I wasn’t ready for. I’d talked to William and Jack about him, and both of them said Theron was a great guy who wanted a boy to treat like a prince. That could be me; I could be his prince, as long as I didn’t let my own issues push him away.
“Not second thoughts,” I clarified as I picked at a loose thread on my jeans. My skin felt itchy. That wasn’t good. I remembered this feeling from when I was younger, and I hated it. I lifted my hand to my mouth, but Theron pulled it away, holding it tight so I couldn’t chew on my nails. Stupid nervous habits. “I think overwhelmed is a better way to say it. Like, I’ve thought about this moment for a long time, but it was always this abstract concept that might not ever happen. But now it is…”
“And that’s a lot for you to take in?” Theron offered when I didn’t finish my thought. I nodded again. He surprised me by pulling me onto his lap so that I straddled his legs. He held me tight and buried his face against my chest. “Oh, sweetheart. Everything is going to be just fine. Like I said, we can take things slow so it’s not too much at once.”
That was the last thing I wanted. The slower we went, the more time I’d have to convince myself this wasn’t real, or that I was just an experiment to him, or he was doing this for me because he felt sorry for the trans kid who couldn’t find a Daddy to love him. No, if he wanted me to be his boy, I needed him to pick me up and throw me into the deep end, so to speak.
But for him to do that, he needed to know that’s what I needed. And that meant I needed to be honest with him. I ignored the rolling feeling in my stomach and swallowed around the lump in my throat. I sucked in a quick breath and let it out in a huff. I could do this. I wasn’t the scared kid I’d been when I’d started college.
