11. Ricky

The problem with drinking so much milk at bedtime was having to go potty throughout the night. I had to get up twice—by myself—to pee. But it was easy since I was still unzipped.

I thought about zipping in, but I kinda liked being free while still dressed. It was…exciting. Exciting to know that Chad could see me…or touch me anytime he wanted.

Even though, so far, he didn't seem to want to.

That was okay. He was already doing a lot for me. What I needed to do was give something back to him. He didn't let me pay this time because it was a date, but I needed to do something to make him feel good too.

I couldn't just keep taking without giving.

And when I got back into bed just as the sun was starting to peek over the horizon, I knew exactly what that could be.

"My sweet boy." Chad was still mostly asleep as his arm wrapped around me, and he pulled me tightly on top of him. "Come to Daddy."

I was immediately hard again, just hearing him say that. Was he saying that to me or some other boy in his dreams? My heart was hoping he was dreaming about me, but whether or not he was, he was obviously having a happy dream.

Which gave me the opportunity I'd been waiting for.

I shifted my weight so I could slide my hand down his stomach and to the edge of his boxers. It took a minute for me to find the courage to go for it, but once I did, I really did. I slipped my fingers under the fabric and immediately came into contact with his hard cock.

It jumped under my fingertips, but when I flattened my hand over his full length, his hips rolled up, instinctively looking for more. And I was happy to provide it.

My thumb traced the top of his head as my fingers circled his hard shaft and gave a small tug.

"Yes, baby. Like that." Chad's low voice surprised me, but I wasn't sure if he was awake or asleep. What I did know was that he enjoyed what I was doing, so I kept it up, stroking him faster and moving in rhythm with the rocking motion he was making.

When I couldn't resist any longer, I scooted down and pushed his shorts lower so I could take him into my mouth.

It had been a few years since I'd given a blow job, but it was like riding a bike. And I was excellent at riding bikes. My jaw quickly remembered how to relax enough to create a warm tunnel without any pesky teeth getting in the way. And when he finally came in my mouth, I swallowed every drop, loving the contrast in taste from whatI was used to from Chad's sweet milk.

He could feed me anything and I'd love it.

If I didn't check myself, I was gonna start to love him…and I wasn't sure either of us were ready for that. But I really wanted to be.

"That was a nice surprise, sweet boy." Chad was fully awake now as his fingers combed through my hair and then gently tugged it so I was looking at him. "Can I get a kiss up here too?"

God, yes! I scrambled up him and pressed my lips to his, sharing what was left of his flavor when my tongue swiped over his.

"Mmm, you taste…happy." He cupped my cheek, giving me a place to rest as I looked into his eyes.

"I am…cause you know why?" I was in the fuzzy stage between big and little, coherent enough to have a big conversation but not interested in all the big words. "Cause you called me sweet boy. And in your dream, you said you're sweet boy's Daddy. So, that's me, right?"

Chad grinned as he wrapped his other arm around my back and held me even tighter. "You're the sweetest boy I know. And the only one I want in my arms. So, yeah, it's definitely you."

My head fell forward, landing on his chin as I basked in the moment.

He wanted me. And I wanted him.

"C'mere, baby." He lifted my chin so I was facing him and then kissed me again, pulling me into a bliss I'd never felt before.

Every place he touched me burned like fire, branding me with a claim I wanted the whole world to see. But more than that, I wanted to hear him call me his sweet boy when he was awake and really meant it.

"Sorry I woke you up." I kissed him again, and when his hand slipped around my hip and cupped my balls, I almost squealed right in his mouth.

"Can I help take care of this?" His fingers lightly closed around my cock, and I almost fainted.

"Yes, Daddy."

His breath hitched as he licked over my lips and began to gently stroke me.

Nipping his chin, I thrust into his fist. After a few seconds, I moved my legs over his so he could still reach me while I could reach his chest and latch on. It was what we both needed.

I milked Chad's chest while he milked my cock. And when we'd both swallowed up as much as we could from each other, he pulled me back up onto his body and we fell asleep again, getting a few more hours of rest before the warmth of the sun heated the room to the point that we were both ready to get up.