“Of course.” I ran my fingers through his wet hair, pushing it out of his face. “I want to see you every day. You’re gorgeous.” I kissed his forehead, then a cheek, then his mouth. He kissed me back, and soon our tongues were dueling. I loved the way he let me lead and followed enthusiastically. I felt pulled to him, wanting him near me like I’d never wanted anyone before. My lips trailed lower, down his throat, and he tilted his head back, giving me better access. “Why don’t you ride Daddy’s cock?” I wanted to let him control the stretch and how fast he took me in.
“Okay, Daddy.” He moved around, sliding the towel out and tossing it to the floor. “I need some lube.”
“Right there.” I pointed to the side table. “Let me stretch you out.”
I took a few minutes to get him good and stretched then rolled the condom on. I wasn’t unusually huge or anything, but given he said it had only been the one time and that was a while ago, I didn’t want to hurt him, either.
Gilly straddled my hips, and I held my cock up while he slowly lowered himself down onto it. The sounds he made as he did it shot straight to my balls. My cock felt like rock—so fucking hard. Hotter than a volcano as I slowly made my way inside his tight channel. My boy was panting hard before I was fully seated.
“Are you alright? Stop if you need—” I gasped as he shoved all the way down. “Fuck.”
“Yep.” He flexed his thighs, pushing up and down, fucking me at a moderate pace.
“I’m going to come so hard. You feel so good…”
“Daddy…” His cock stuck out, pointing at me as if begging to be touched. I stroked him, matching his pace, squeezing at the top. “Oh… Oh…” He kept moving but leaned closer to me and flicked his tongue over a nipple. Then he latched on to it and sucked. The dual sensations zinged through my body, down my spine, and right to my cock in an instant.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned up, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pushed him back, flipping us over. I almost made it completely without slipping out, but not quite. When I had his legs in the air, I shoved my cock back inside.
Gilly started grunting for real as I rocked into him. “Fuck me, Daddy… Yes… Nate…”
Even though I didn’t need encouragement, I adored it. I loved his noises and comments tremendously. Never thought that was something I would enjoy, but I also never thought I’d have a boy, at least not one I planned to keep. He leaned up and sucked my other nipple, and I moaned loudly. I wasn’t sure if he was getting anything out of it, but I was. Either way, it felt spectacular and ramped up all the other sensations that had me chasing my orgasm. I needed to come nearly as much as I needed to breathe.
Without warning, Gilly grunted and shot off, his cum all over his stomach. I nearly collapsed on top of him, rubbing all over his spunk as my orgasm hit me.
With a sigh, I rolled to the side and Gilly cuddled against me. I kissed his forehead. “I need to clean us up, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy.” But he was nearly asleep and didn’t open his eyes when he spoke, nor when I cleaned him up.
“Sweet dreams, my boy.”
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the television in the living room and an empty bed. After pulling on a pair of boxers, I headed out to see what Gilly was up to. He was sitting on the floor between the couch and coffee table, eating a bowl of cereal, and watching an Ellie the Elephant cartoon.
I watched the show for a minute as Ellie ran around with the lion and a bunch of monkeys. Suddenly, Gilly clapped his hands over his head. “Yay!”
“That good, huh?”
He jumped about a mile. “Daddy, you scared me.”
“Sorry, Gilly.” I was sorry I scared him, but his response was beyond adorable. “You like the cereal?”
“Yes. It’s sugary. I was never ‘llowed to have cereal like this. Thank you.” Of course it was the Ellie the Elephant cereal, and my boy was clearly in Little space. A well-meaning mom at the grocery store had smiled at me and pointed at the box when I picked it up, telling me she let her kids have that for a treat too. I smiled politely back and dropped it in the cart, eager to leave the aisle after that. It was totally worth it if it made Gilly happy, though.
“You’re more than welcome. I’m getting coffee. Want some?”
“Yes, please.”
I went back into the kitchen and fixed our cups, adding sugar and creamer to his, the way he liked it. Gilly turned off the cartoon and sat on the couch next to me after I handed him his. “Thank you. Mmm…” He smiled brightly. “Ahh, good stuff.”
“Daddy knows just how you like it.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“What do you want to do today?”
He shrugged. “Maybe just hang out here?”
“Whatever you want.” I meant that. I would spend my whole life hanging out with him if that was all he wanted. I was getting very serious, very fast, and wondered if he was too and where he envisioned our relationship leading to. Hopefully, we were both on the same path.
