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 overboard at 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
