Chapter 11

11

Max

K iren still hesitated about making decisions concerning our play. As if he was fighting a conflict deep in his thoughts. There was more story to this shy boy.

I led him to my walk-in closet where I had extra, empty shelves. “You can put everything in here.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He was so soft-spoken and polite. I loved it.

“Daddy, I have work clothes for tomorrow. Can I hang them up?”

“Of course.”

I helped him unpack, wishing he was staying for longer than one night. I put his stuffies with mine. “So they can be friends,” he approved.

We laid out his pajamas on the bed just like before. He stood before me, waiting.

“Good boy.” I reached for his shirt buttons.

Again, he had on the white undershirt. “On or off?” I asked.

He looked down at the floor and said, “On.”

“All right, baby. Whatever you want.”

His arms hung in front of him, his back slightly bent. Little boy lost.

“Now the pants.” I sat on the edge of the bed facing him and began to undo the waistband. The slacks slid away to the floor along with his socks.

His underwear bulged. Always a good sign.

“Can you tell Daddy what you might need?” I asked.

His eyelashes swept his cheeks as he blinked. “I’ve been like that all day. For you, Daddy.”

I drew my hands under his arms and pulled him to me, half lifting, half dragging him over my body as I fell back on the bed.

He moaned and put his lips to mine. We rolled onto our sides, both our hands between us moving downward.

Kiren got to my waistband first. He had the button undone and zipper down in seconds. Little imp.

I reached around him and pushed his underwear over his curved rump, running my hands over the smooth as satin cheeks. His underwear fell all the way off and our cocks came together, rubbing.

When I ran my hand under the hem of his t-shirt, grasping it, Kiren froze. I felt his skin go from hot to cool, his muscles tense.

“Baby?”

“Can you please leave my undershirt on, Daddy? Please?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

It was a fact, now. He didn’t want me to see his upper body. But I’d already seen the dark pink mottling. And my fingers had skimmed just barely along his lower back. Maybe he didn’t feel them. But I felt the ridges and bumps there, the scars he was hiding. Did he think the scars would mean I’d want having him in my arms any less?

I longed to tell him how wrong he was. I only wondered how far up they went, and what had happened to him. Mere curiosity for my perfect boy, that was all.

But he didn’t want to tell me about them. Not yet. I had to leave it alone. The truth would come sooner than later.

Rubbing together brought my orgasm to rise quickly. Kiren made my blood rush and burn like no one had before.

I rocked him beneath me. He spread his legs, letting me between them. I kissed him all over his jaw and throat. I bit the V of his undershirt, teasing. He wrapped his legs around me. I still had my shirt on, too, so we were matched. He wouldn’t feel awkward.

Together, we brought ourselves to the peak of pleasure, our hips working as one to get what we each wanted. Needed.

I yelled as I came hard against him. He cried out. I smashed our mouths together, humping madly. Kiren’s cock throbbed against my hip. Dampness joined us together. I worried I’d stained his precious undershirt. Hopefully not much.

I kissed his breath away. He panted against my mouth until the world righted itself again.

I grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned us up, then cuddled him close.

“You’re amazing.” I nuzzled his hair.

“You are, Daddy.”

We lay in our afterglow for quite some time, until I heard Kiren’s stomach growl.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Let’s get you into your jammies and have a good dinner.”

Kiren didn’t ask for underwear as he stepped into the legs of his pajamas. I buttoned him up to the neck, then kissed his forehead.

“You’re adorable.”

Kiren looked down at himself. “They are the best. Thank you for dressing me in them, Daddy. Are you going to wear pajamas?”

“Later, yes.” I’d changed out of my work clothes when I got home. I was comfortable in my jeans and long-sleeved cotton pullover. Except my jeans were still on the floor. I quickly pulled them on.

We went downstairs where I had started to prepare dinner before Kiren showed up.

“I hope you don’t mind spaghetti even though you had it the other night. I love it and it’s easy to make.”

“I love it.” Kiren bounced up on his toes, his hands clasped in front of him.

“Be a good boy and get your crayons and coloring book while Daddy finishes in here.”

He ran upstairs to grab them from his duffle. He brought everything to the table beside his plate, including Brobear, which he set in the empty chair beside him.

I helped him put on his bib, both of us smiling. He began to color and talk. “I love coloring. It’s so relaxing. Daddy, I’m so glad you asked me over for tonight even though it’s a work night.”

“No reason we can’t sleep together, right?” And have sex the way we just did.

“Right!”

After dinner, we played some board games. We laughed a lot which was a signal to me that our enjoyment with each other was growing. It was obvious we both loved being together. A win-win.

As the evening passed, Kiren became sleepy. It made his younger little self come out.

“Daddy. Sleepy.”

“Time for bed.” I put the game away as he watched me with dreamy eyes.

When I walked over to him, he lifted his arms to me. I leaned down and picked him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs about my waist.

I held his ass in the palms of my hands.

Upstairs, he asked me to undo the buttons so he could pee.

“Need help peeing?” I asked, just as I had Saturday night.

He looked at the floor, then back at me. “Yes, please.”

My eyebrows shot up. I did not expect that reply.

I walked into the bathroom steering him by the shoulders to the toilet. When he got to the front of the toilet, I lifted the lid and the seat for him. Without a word, I pushed his underwear down in front and skimmed my fingers over his cock.

His breath hitched.

“More help?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pointed it toward the toilet bowl.

“Okay, baby. You can go now.”

At first, nothing happened. His cock was limp and silken in my hand. Within a few seconds, it started to grow.

My own erection pressed against the front of my jeans.

I forced myself to remain calm, but my skin burned, and my heart raced.

“Take your time, baby.” I pushed my chest against his shoulders. He was trembling.

“What a brave boy you are. Going to the bathroom like a big boy with Daddy’s help.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His voice held a sing-song tone.

Finally, a thin stream of gold formed and hit the water with a delicate pinging sound. As he peed, his cock pulsed in my hand. The sensation was intimate and gorgeous. The stream stopped and started a few times. Nervous boy.

When he was dry, he looked up at me. “All done.”

“Good boy.” I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped the end of his cock, throwing the paper into the water. I reached around him and flushed.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

At this point, his cock bobbed, hard and wanting.

“Quickly, now, brush your teeth.”

His toothbrush lay neatly by mine on the counter. He put a lot of toothpaste on it, then shoved it into his mouth. When he was done, he spit and rinsed.

“Go to the bed now and lie down, baby,” I said. “I'll be with you in a minute.”

“Aren't you going to button me up, Daddy?”

I gave him a playful frown. “You have more that needs to be taken care of. That's Daddy’s job.” I grabbed the lapels of his pajama top and held them together over his undershirt. “Here, hold them like this so they don't fall off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His underwear was still down below his balls. As he ran from the bathroom, his cock bobbed up and down in front of him.

I used the toilet myself, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and took off all my clothes. They weren't dirty, so I left them neatly folded on the countertop.

When I walked into the bedroom, Kiren lay on his back in the center of my bed. His onesie lay open along his front. The legs of his pajamas and his undershirt hid all of his body. Only his hard cock lay still exposed. Somehow, that made him look all the more enticing.

“Daddy,” he said. “Where are your jammies?”

“In the closet.”

“Are you going to sleep naked?”

“I thought I might.”

“You look pretty.”

My beautiful boy held his arms up to me. I got into the bed, pushing the covers down so both of us could get under them, and turned out the light. Kiren rolled into my arms, his hardness pressing against my belly. I put my hands on either side of his face and kissed him. He gasped when I pulled away.

“Such a good boy you are.” I petted his hair back from his forehead.

“I want to be good. For you.”

“You are, baby. So good. Now be very very good and come lie on top of Daddy.”

Kiren moved until he was directly on top of me, his cock hard between us. My own pressed up against his balls and encountered the cotton of the backs of his pajama bottoms. He moved down a little and humped, which caused my cock to rub his balls. His rubbed at my lower abdomen. It was intensely erotic. Beautiful.

Before long, I was coming all over his balls and his taint. Hot liquid pooled on my stomach just below my belly button.

“Daddy! I just messed on you.”

“It's all right. Daddy has that all taken care of for us.” I reached out for the towels I always kept nearby and wiped us both clean. I had to wipe very intimately behind Kiren’s balls. He kept his legs wide open until I was done.

Slowly, I rolled him off me. In the dark, I pulled his underwear up and buttoned his onesie all the way to his throat.

“That's it, baby. You're all ready to go to sleep now.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Small sighs escaped him. “Hold me.”

I tucked us both in and pulled him to me. I lay back and held him against my chest like the true baby boy he was.