between my feet, which were dangling over the side of the bed. He placed a hand to my groin. My
entire body came to life with not only arousal but emotions. I felt the tears welling in my eyes but
couldn’t stop them. Daddy reached out with his other hand, drying my cheeks. “Sweetheart, tell me
what’s going on in that head of yours. Please?”
“I’ve never… No one’s… I…” He’d rendered me incapable of putting together a single thought.
No one had ever made me feel like this. I hoped, to whatever higher powers might be at work, that I
wouldn’t wake up to find this was all some cruel dream.
“Shhh, I think I get it.” I closed my eyes and let the gentle cadence of Daddy’s worth soothe me.
“I’m going to show you just how special you are, sweetheart. Every single bit of you is a treasure,
and I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it.”
I stared up at the ceiling while Theron stepped out of the room, lifting my head when I heard
plastic crinkling. “What’s that?”
“Messy boys need to get cleaned up,” he explained. Somehow, I’d blocked out the fact he was
going to strip me out of my clothes and take care of me before putting me in fresh undies. I moved my
hands over my junk, clenching my butt as I chewed on my lip. This was really happening.
“Don’t hide from me, baby,” Theron urged me. He set down the packet of wipes and pried my
hands away from my groin. “You said you wanted this, remember?” Do you still or would you rather
we wait?”
“No waiting,” I insisted. I wanted to demand that he stop giving me chances to back out, but that
probably wasn’t something a good boy should do. And I wanted to bethe bestboy he’d ever had. I let
my hands drop to my sides and clenched my eyes shut. I couldn’t look at him while he pulled down
my pants.
“Look at me, Sammy,” Theron urged me. So much for that idea. I opened my eyes and the gentle
way he looked at me felt like a punch to the gut. I felt bad for doubting him. “It’s going to be fine. I
already know, and I’ve promised you it’s not going to be an issue. Do you believe me? Do you think
I’m the type of Daddy who would lie to you?”
“No,” I responded somberly.
I wasn’t sure I remembered to breathe as he flicked open the button on my jeans. The rasp of the
zipper sounded way too loud as he pulled on it. He didn’t immediately pull my pants over my hips.
Instead, he lifted the hem of my shirt and bent down, softly kissing my belly. I squirmed around
