mean, maybe it’s different when you’re with a real person and not just playing with toys, but it hurt
and didn’t get me off,” he rambled. He tucked his chin and turned away to hide his adorably pink
cheeks. Rather than interrupt him, I kept my attention on the road and let him work through whatever
was jumbled in his head. “I do want to try that, but I’m not sure if I’ll like it. And I’ve tried the other
place, too, just to see if there was a difference.”
Now we were getting somewhere. I shifted around in my seat, trying to get comfortable. Driving
with an erection wasn’t pleasant, but my only other options were taking my hand off the wheel or
breaking contact with him. Neither of those were worth the risk, so my pain would continue. The
silence between us dragged on a full minute. “Did you like the other place?”
“I did, but that’s the girl hole, so I shouldn’t.” The anguish in his voice shattered me.
“There isnopart of you that’s a girl, Sammy. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes,
you’re a boy. You’re made different, but that doesn’t mean you should deny yourself something you
enjoy.”
“But willyoulike that part?” His voice was ragged and small. I squeezed his leg before brushing
my thumb back and forth against his thigh until he looked at me.
“If it’s part of you, I will love it,” I promised him. “I’m not shallow. Part of what I’m looking for
in a relationship is someone to take care of. For too long now, I’ve tried taking off the edge by playing
with boys, but there hadn’t been anyone I wanted on a deep level. I don’t yet know what it is, but
there’s something different about you. Even if you never wanted to have penetrative sex, it would be
more than enough as long as you let me take care of you. As for the sex part, when and if you decide
you want to try penetration, I will gladly make love to you however you want.”
“You really mean that, don’t you?”
“I willneverlie to you, Sammy.” His body tensed as I pulled off the freeway and started winding
through the city streets. “Would it be okay with you if I help you change into something more
comfortable when we get home?”
Sam nodded, reaching up to pinch his bottom lip.
“Will you let me changeallof your clothes?” I wasn’t sure what type of underwear he typically
wore, but if we were doing this, I hoped he’d let me help him change into one of the colorful pairs of
briefs we’d picked out. “If you’re not ready for that, it’s okay. But if I’m going to be your Daddy, I’d
like to take good care of you.”
