“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
