“I want you to look at me when I say this, baby.” He slowly lifted his gaze, full bottom lip firmly
planted between his teeth. “I’d like to be able to take care of you and help you, but I will completely
understand if this is something you need to keep private for now.”
“But not forever?” His voice cracked. I cupped his cheek when he looked up at me with pleading
eyes. “You really want to help me go potty?”
“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation. “If you’re going to be my little boy, it’s my job to
meetallof your needs, not just the ones that are sexy or playful. Do you want me to help you now, or
should we wait on that?”
“Now, please.” His hand shook as he slid it into mine. He held on a bit tighter than absolutely
necessary, like I might run off if he let go. I looked away when he sat down on the toilet, not because I
was disgusted, but because it seemed best to give him that small bit of modesty.
It took a few seconds before I heard the steady stream hitting the bowl. That’s when I freaked out.
Did he wipe after he was done? I had to imagine he did, but would it be intrusive to offer to help him
with that? Would he get offended and run out of my house before realizing he was naked from the
waist down?
“Daddy, I’m done.” He looked up at me, smiling broadly. He glanced over at the roll of toilet
paper on the wall then back up to me.
Okay, so I guess we were doing this. I pulled off a few squares, bent down, and reached between
his legs. He giggled and lifted his bottom off the seat. After dropping the paper into the toilet, I
flushed and led him to the sink. Yes, he was going straight into the bathtub but that was no excuse to
ignore hygiene.
I stood behind him, both loving and hating the way he pressed his butt against my dick. The little
shit absolutely knew what he was doing.
“It’s not nice to tease Daddy, little one,” I warned him as I squirted soap into his hands and
rubbed them together. We quickly rinsed them off and I grabbed a towel to dry them.
Because he still wouldn’t quit wiggling his bare bottom against my dick, I decided two could play
that game. I held him by the hips, backing us up far enough he’d be able to see everything I was doing
to him.
“I’ve spent all day walking around with a hard-on because of you,” I admitted as I slid my hands
to Sammy’s hips. “Knowing what a mess you made in your undies earlier, when I was telling you
