Theron
Sam was on an emotional roller coaster all day and there was nothing I could do to help him. It was clear to see how much he loved and missed his parents. After his mom reassured me it wouldn’t be rude at all, I excused myself to the bedroom for about an hour, giving them time to catch up with their son without feeling like they had to be on their best behavior for my sake. I had no doubt they’d grilled him about our relationship, but as long as they hadn’t said anything to upset him, I wouldn’t intervene.
If I were them, I’d have concerns as well. There was a significant age difference between us. On the surface, it would be easy to assume I was his Sugar Daddy, lavishing him with gifts in order to keep the younger, beautiful man by my side. He’d dealt with so much in his life, faced rejection and pain I couldn’t even fathom. They were well within their rights to be concerned about him.
I closed my laptop when I heard a soft knock on the door. I scanned the room to make sure none of Sammy’s gear was on display. When I opened the door, Sammy was the last person I expected to see standing in front of me. He practically fell into my arms when I reached for him.
“I didn’t want to interrupt you if you were still working,” he explained before I could ask why he hadn’t come into the room. He never needed to knock before entering. “Dad wanted me to tell you dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
“How are you feeling?” I took a step back, holding him by the arms as I looked over him for any outward signs of distress. There were none. In many ways, he seemed more relaxed than he had been all day. That was a step in the right direction.
“I’m good. They asked me a lot of questions, but I kept remembering you telling me it would be okay, and we got through it. They’re probably going to want your life history over dinner,” he warned me.
“That’s fine, baby. I’ll tell them whatever they want to know.” With any luck, his family was going to be in my life for years to come, and I wouldn’t keep secrets from them. “Do you want to change now or wait until after dinner to get ready to go?”
Sammy smiled up at me. “I think now would be okay. I’m not as scared as I was this morning.”
“I’m proud of you, baby. You’re being a very big boy today,” I praised him. Sammy was coming out more and more in our daily lives, and it had worried me when he’d been adamant that he be fully adult for his parents’ visit. “Do you have to go potty before we get you dressed?”
Sammy nodded, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. When he pressed his thighs together, I realized he was missing what we’d skipped out on this morning.
After lowering the zipper on Sammy’s jeans, I shoved my hand inside his briefs. His hips bucked, pressing his dick against my palm. My fingers slipped between his folds. Still teasing him, I backed him toward the bathroom. “You didn’t get your wake-up treats today, did you?”
Sammy shook his head, whimpering when the tip of my finger pressed against his back hole. Fuck, I loved it when he got needy. He was so responsive.
“Do you want treats now or later?” It had to be his decision this time. There wouldn’t be time for foreplay, but one benefit I’d quickly come to appreciate was that Sammy didn’t need as much as the other boys. Instead of responding verbally, Sammy reached for my pants. “You want that? Should I bend you over the sink and take you right here?”
“Oh God, please!” Sammy cried out. I pressed my mouth against his, silencing him before he said anything else. Noise didn’t carry through the house, but he’d grown accustomed to not holding back from me.
While I started stripping both of us from the waist down, Sammy fumbled around in the top drawer. He held up one of his paci’s like it was a prized possession. He popped it into his mouth and started sucking on it. I’d much rather it was my dick between his lips, but this would have to do for now.
“Such a smart boy.” I turned him to face the mirror before draping my body over his. “I want you to watch what I’m doing to you. I want you to look into my eyes and see how much I love you. Feel me. See me. Trust me to always know what you need.”
Sammy yanked the paci out of his mouth. “I do trust you, Daddy. Always. And I love you more than you know. Maybe more than I should.”
“That’s not possible.” I pulled open the top drawer and pulled out a condom. It pained me to separate from him long enough to suit up, but it was necessary. I parted Sammy’s ass cheeks, sliding my thumbs through his crease. With my other hand, I placed the paci back in his mouth. If we were doing this, he had to stay quiet. He whimpered as I lined the head of my cock to his entrance. “You ready, baby boy? I’m not going to last long.”
Sammy nodded, his gaze still on mine in our reflections. His eyes fluttered closed as I pressed inside. “You feel so good, baby. I love how wet you are. Were you having naughty thoughts before you came upstairs?”
Sammy nodded again, his cheeks turning bright pink.
“Good. I like knowing you were thinking about me taking you like this,” I assured him. “You’re a needy little boy, just the way I like you.” Sammy cried out around the paci as I thrust into him, fast and hard. I reached around, bracketing my fingers around his dick, stroking him as I fucked into him. Sammy whimpered. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? If you’re a good boy this weekend, I have a birthday surprise for you tomorrow night.”
I looked into the mirror, chuckling when Sammy’s eyes widened, silently pleading for something. I thrust into him again. “Is this what you need?”
Sammy shook his head.
No?
In answer, Sammy dropped his chest to the counter, tipping his ass higher in the air. He whimpered again when I dragged my index finger through his crease. My boy wasdefinitelygoing to love the surprise I had planned for him. Since we’d started playing with his ass, he’d become a greedy little boy, wanting to be filled everywhere.
I swiped the lube off the counter, drizzling some on my fingers. I pressed the slick against his back entrance. “Is this what you want? You want me filling both places?”
Sammy nodded frantically. His jaw went slack and the paci fell out of his mouth when I pressed one finger into him. I pushed deeper, loving the fact I could feel my dick filling him as I fingered his ass.
“More, Daddy. Want more. Please,” he begged.
“You have to be quiet, Sammy,” I warned him. “You don’t want anyone to know what a pretty little slut you can be for me, do you?”
