Preston
The first time I spanked Sage, he said one word. “Harder.”
We began a routine of spanking. He’d mouth off and pretend to be bad. That was my cue.
He had the creamiest, firmest ass, the skin soft as down. I loved to see it turn pink, and to watch my baby zone out to the slaps. I didn’t do it hard and I caressed the skin after every spank.
He wiggled and moaned in my lap, begging to suck me so I’d be good and ready to fuck him. I loved his sucking, so I didn’t tell him the spanking already made me good and ready.
Spanking had been something I loved back in my youth. I guess the thrill hadn’t left me. I loved being the giver in this scene.
For the next three weeks,we met as often as we could for sleepovers, working around both our busy schedules. Sage was hardly ever home. He stayed at my place more and more. I’d even cleared a dresser drawer and some closet space for him. I welcomed his stuffies in my bed. Ponce was often a witness to our lovemaking antics.
When we left each other, we couldn’t wait to see each other again. I was learning how to be the best daddy. Sage was already the best baby boy ever.
At work, my friends noticed a change.
“Boyfriend?” they asked.
I finally felt safe enough to admit it. Sage wasn’t going anywhere and I wanted him in my life for as long as he’d have me. We still hadn’t said the three magic words: I love you. But it was in our mannerisms, our body language, the way we melted together in bed. I loved him hard with all my heart. I didn’t want to scare him away, so I waited to say it. In the right moment, it would be special. Hopefully forever.
Slowly, my friends got details out of me.
“What’s his name?”
“Sage.”
“How old is he?”
“A bit younger.”
I wasn’t a gossip, but I couldn’t hold back answering their questions. Sage meant everything to me and I wanted to shout it to the world.
One morning, I’d been working hard on a project for hours. I finally decided to take a break for some coffee and a snack.
I walked into the hall toward the break room. When I passed the elevator doors, they opened. And there stood Sage.
My mouth dropped open. So did his.
“Hey,” I began.
“Hey?” The way he framed it into a question didn’t sound right.
“Is everything all right? What are you doing here?”
The look on his face told me he was confused. I went to him. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“I—I didn’t know you worked here. You never said.”
“I never—” That was when I realized I’d given him one of my personal cards back at the kink club. Not my professional one.
“I had no idea,” he said.
“Well, you found me anyway.” I started to reach out to him.
“I didn’t come here to find you.”
My arm fell.
