Theron
It was hard to believe how fast time flew when I was with Sammy. He came to my house straight from school every day he didn’t have to work, and it hadn’t felt odd at all to give him the passcode for the garage the first time he’d gotten home before me. He fit there, and it meant the world to see him settling in. My house, which had been four really expensive walls and a backyard I rarely took the time to enjoy before him, was transforming into a home with his building blocks in the corner of the living room and his cups and plates in the cabinets.
Overall, I couldn’t have been happier.
But there was still the issue of needing to talk to William. Part of me resented him because I wasn’t used to having to clear things with him before our relationship progressed any further, but I was grateful he’d accepted that role in Sam’s life for a short time. It was what Sam needed and, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.
In an ideal world, all three of us would have sat down to talk, but Sam was adamant that it not be at The Lodge, and it had been impossible to find a time William was available when we were both home for the evening. That was why William was coming to my place for dinner tonight while Sammy was at work.
Will you tell me what he says?
Sam had been obsessing over this all week. He alternated between being angry that he couldn’t make his own decisions and nervous that William would think he was rushing into a relationship with the first person to show both interest and acceptance.
He can’t say no, right? I mean, it’s still my decision if I want to be able to have sex with you?
Because I do.
I laughed out loud at the quick succession of messages. There was no doubt Sam was eager to fully explore his sexuality now that we were together. Bath time often ended with what he called his night-night rubbies. When I’d asked him about it, he admitted he slept better after coming, and he said Daddy rubbies were way better than doing it himself. It was hard to disagree with that logic. Mornings alternated between him sucking me off—something he seemed to thoroughly enjoy—and lazy mutual hand jobs.
I’m well aware of your feelings on moving things forward,I responded. I started counting the seconds in my head and wasn’t at all surprised when I’d barely even reached twenty before there was a response.
You do, too. Right? You haven’t changed your mind?
I read over the message a few times while I debated how to answer. He knew damn well I was looking forward to the first time I sank my dick into his body. I could remind him of that, or I could be a bit devious.
Do I need to remind you what happened this morning, baby? You were so good for me when I stretched out your back hole. We’re going to keep working on stretching you until you can take Daddy’s cock there, too.
I’d told him repeatedly that not having anal sex wasn’t a dealbreaker for me, but my boy wanted to see what it was like. I’d enjoyed tormenting him in the tub, pressing my finger against his hole. This morning, he’d asked me what it felt like since he knew Ilovedwhen he played with my ass, and I’d decided to show him.
That’s not nice, Daddy. Now I’m all hard and tingly.
Good. If he wanted to ask silly questions, I was going to make damned sure to remind him how badly I wanted him.
Then it’s a good thing you’re in your training undies. I bet your front hole is all wet for Daddy. Do you know how hot it is to play with you there and then use it to get your back hole ready? I might want to try that again tomorrow when you come over.
I can come over after work tonight. I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep after you and William talk. I want to know what it feels like to have sex.It would have been easy to quickly agree to having him drive here instead of home after work, but if we started that, I knew I’d never want him to leave and I was trying my hardest to not have him feel like I was taking over his entire life.
Tomorrow, brat.
Then can I PLEASE have permission to play with myself tonight?
I laughed. The boy got credit for asking, instead of doing it and telling me later. Because I knew him, if hehaddecided to masturbate when we were apart, the guilt would eat at him until he came clean. And then I’d have to punish him, which wouldn’t exactly be a hardship. So far, he was a little too well behaved for my liking and I was looking forward to when he eventually let his guard down enough to slip up.
Tomorrow.I planned on taking my time with him, and I wanted him so desperate he was begging.
The doorbell rang, so I tucked my phone in my pocket on my way to the front of the house. “William, thanks for coming over.”
I ushered him inside. The two of us weren’t besties or anything, but as I led him to the kitchen so I could finish making dinner, I wondered why I hadn’t made more of an effort to hang out with him. He was a good guy, and obviously we had things in common.
We chatted about mundane topics while I cooked. I knew I was stalling, but it felt bizarre to invite the man over so I could ask his permission to have sex with the boy who’d shared my bed more nights than I’d slept alone recently.
“How are things going with Sam?” he asked once we were sitting at the table. It was a damn good thing each of us had a beer, because I felt like a teenager facing down my boyfriend’s dad. I snorted when the thought entered my mind that his question sounded close to ‘what are your intentions with my daughter?’.
“They’re good,” I confirmed. My gaze drifted to the living room where there was a half-assembled project on the coffee table and Legos stacked into piles, sorted by both color and size. Sammy was meticulous about keeping everything organized.
My palms were sweaty, and I nearly cut off my finger when I tried cutting into my steak. Fuck. I shouldnotbe this nervous. When I’d been trying to quell Sammy’s fear, I’d been totally cool and confident in saying William wouldn’t tell me he thought it was too soon for us to go further than we already had.
And, really, this entire situation was ridiculous. Sam was a grown man. Yes, he’d asked William for help, but that was when he didn’t know how I’d react to him being trans. Now he knew, and we were havingzeroissues in that regard.
