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He slid almost all the way out and then pressed back inside, setting a slow but steady pace. The sensations that I’d felt while he prepped me were nothing compared to how it felt to have him filling my channel with his thick cock.

With each thrust, my orgasm threatened to erupt, but it was too soon. I wanted the moment to last forever.

I was shaking underneath him as he whispered words of praise and told me I was a good boy. He was proud of me for telling him what I wanted and he felt amazing to be inside me.

I grasped on to each word of praise, loving it.

As much as I tried to hold back, I couldn’t. He felt too good. I gripped Jason’s shoulders and squeezed tight. “I’m gonna come.”

"Good boy. Come for Daddy Jason.” He moved faster and reached down between us, wrapping his hand around my length and jerking me. It only took three yanks before I was shooting my load between us.

I cried out his name, and he stilled, groaning as his own orgasm slammed into him.

And then I smelled his milk and knew we weren’t done yet.

7

JASON

It had been about a month and a half since the night of the rave. In that time, my relationship with Casey had grown to be pretty serious. Not that I’d ever treated him as a one-off, but it was clear that we were so much more than that.

We went on dates. We slept over at each other’s places. We had naked fun before we slept and sometimes after. We texted and called each other throughout the day and pretty much spent every weekend together. And even with all that, I was still just as excited that he was coming over now as I was the first time he did.

He wasn’t my boy…yet. Not officially. But I liked to think that we were both planning for that day.

At first, it was having a toothbrush for him in my bathroom and one for me in his. And then it was me telling him not to bother bringing his dirty clothes home. I’d just wash them with mine, which turned into a drawer being cleaned out for him. He didn’t have a full wardrobe at my place, but he had pajamas, underwear, socks, and a couple shirts. Nothing permanent, like jeans, but it was getting there. I couldn’t explain why having jeans at my place felt like crossing over into new territory, but it did.

There was a blankie on the couch for him from his ottoman that somehow found its way here. There was also an adorable and super-squishy dog that had permanently moved in. Little by little, he’d become part of my daily life, and I was loving it.

We hadn’t sat down and said, “Maybe we should do this.” Just like I didn’t go to the grocery store thinking I would pick up his favorite snacks or make sure I had chicken nuggets in the freezer.

It just happened.

When he texted me to let me know he was on his way, I asked if he was hungry. He said he could eat, so I started making lunch. It was just some sandwiches because I wanted something that would be ready when he arrived. And even after cutting up some fruit to go beside it, it was.

His eyes lit up when he saw the spread. “This looks great, Jason. Thank you!”

I quickly learned that if I cut up fruit for Casey, he was much more likely to eat it. And if I had lots of dip, he would eat veggie sticks too. So I tried to work that into as many meals as I could. With his job often requiring long nights, he needed to keep his nutrition up.

“What do you want to drink?”

He grinned like he wanted to say milk but that would come later. “I dunno.” That was his go-to response when he was exhausted.

“Let’s stick with water. Don’t want to get you sugared up with juice right before nap time, do we, sweet boy?”

He looked up at me and grunted like he disagreed with that plan.

“Are you saying you’re not tired?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m tired. Water’s fine.”

We tried to reserve milk for bedtime because it had become our special time to unwind. When we were out at restaurants, he could have juice or chocolate milk or even soda. But when we had our quiet time, he only wanted my milk.

He ate quietly, settling down from a busy day.

When I got up to put the dishes in the dishwasher, I turned and caught him yawning. “Do you want a shower or bath before you nap?”

“I don’t wanna nap. If I nap, I don’t get to spend time with you.” He stuck out his bottom lip and it quivered.