Then Bear moved the pillow and I almost swallowed my tongue. He was slender and beautiful, and the way his cock—his thing—stood proud from a nest of neatly trimmed hair…. I didn’t have words how it had felt seeing him like that.
He was deep in his little space, yet also clearly fine with taking things into a more sexual direction. I didn’t care about my own release, but if my boy wanted his, I would be happy to oblige. And happy I had been. I grinned.
I’d thought about it before, of course. Figuring out how the little thing and sexuality mixed together for him, or for us, was important because not everyone was sexual while they were little.
I’d wondered if I’d find it weird to be like this with him when he was little, but when he came to me like he had tonight, all I’d felt was awe. He trusted me so much, and I wanted nothing more than to provide what he needed.
I dozed off, still hard because how could I not have been, and woke up when Bear moved a little.
He didn’t look up at me, but instead slid down, lower on my body, and I could see my cock flex a little in anticipation.
“Daddy?” he whispered. “Can I touch your thing?”
“Of course, baby boy. Thank you for asking before you did though. We need to remember to ask.”
He nodded very seriously, his hair brushing my stomach. Then he placed his head on my lower stomach and ever so gently ran his fingers along my dick. It filled rapidly, and I realized I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten off with someone else. It had been a hookup, probably months before I met Bear.
And now there he was, clearly fascinated by what he was examining so curiously.
His little brain took over, and I watched and tried not to get impatient at his touches. He wasn’t hesitant, really, just curious and playful.
He tapped his fingers along my shaft, ran his fingertip through the precum that suddenly bubbled up, then peered at his finger like he’d never seen such thing before. Then he promptly put his finger into his mouth and made us both moan.
He glanced at me, giggling. “Tasty, Daddy.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re a silly boy.”
His eyes filled with excitement when he asked, “Can I kiss it?” He leaned even closer to my erection, gazing at it. “Like you did to mine?”
He took my breath away. The way he threw himself into this felt unbelievable to me.
Somehow, I managed to push out words. “Yes, of course. Just be careful. Don’t go too fast, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispered again, then took hold of my cock, lifted it up, and gave the head a dainty little kiss. He giggled, then rubbed the head against his lips to smear himself with my precum.
I groaned, the show of innocence and joy in him too much for me to keep inside anymore.
I didn’t want to direct him, so I concentrated on staying still and trying not to come all over his face before he got his fill of exploring me.
I closed my eyes when I felt him wrap his lips around my cock. The way he slid down, moving his tongue curiously, then pulling back up to smack his lips, giggle, and go back down again, drove me crazy.
“M-move your hand, baby boy.”
He hummed happily and began to jerk me off while blowing me like he’d never done it before. It was sloppy and not perfect in the least, but it was hot as fuck.
“Daddy’s getting close,” I panted at him in warning.
He pulled off with a pop, smirked at me, and then dove back, redoubling his efforts. Just as I warned him again, he sucked hard, then pulled away as I shot all over his face.
He giggled and giggled, then let go of my dick only to fall back on the bed. He continued to giggle and I started to laugh too. When I managed to prop myself up on one elbow and looked down at him, he blinked at me with cum on his lips, eyebrows, cheeks, and even his hair.
Then he licked his lips, hummed at my flavor, and I could do nothing but lean down to kiss him.
“Daddy, I think I need to be cleaned.” He peered at me cheekily and tried to reach with his tongue to get the cum that clung to his cheek.
I ducked my head and licked it for him, then kissed him, feeding it to him.
“Mmm… Yummy!” He giggled again.
