Chapter 9

9

Max

K iren’s grip, soft and warm, led me to the couch. He grabbed the bear, the elephant and the unicorn—Brobear, Kila and Ellabelle—and arranged them neatly among the pillows.

“I’ll get the juice.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

When I returned, he was standing before the couch. I set his juice cup down along with my drink and put my hand on his shoulder. “Where do you want me to sit?”

“Right in the middle.”

I did as requested. Then he put out his arms and braced them on my shoulders. He slid his rear end right into my lap, his legs hanging over one side, and leaned into my embrace. Again, I was careful with him, keeping my arms loose.

While Kiren was getting into his rocket onesie, he twisted his body for the first armhole. His undershirt rode up and exposed the skin on his side. I had not expected to see dark pink mottling, like severe bruising. I forced myself to not react, but now I knew why he wanted to keep his undershirt on. He didn’t want me to see it.

Kiren had a secret. And I wondered when he’d feel safe enough to tell me.

I reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

Kiren leaned into me, his arms gathered at his chest.

He turned his head to watch TV. Slowly, his stiff body began to relax against me.

“Warm enough?” I asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” He swung his legs up. “My feet are very warm.” He giggled.

“Yes, I should think so. Those are some great pajamas with feet attached.”

“I think so.”

He was in the exact position for me to begin rubbing his back. But after seeing whatever it was on his skin—bruising or scars or something else—I held back. I didn’t forget him flinching on our date when I first touched him at his waist on the left side. Did my new boy feel pain?

After a while, Kiren stirred against me. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“You’re not bored, are you?”

“Not at all. Are you?”

“No. I like quiet time a whole lot. But it’s a date, too,” he said. “And I just wondered if you’re okay.”

“I’m very comfortable with you here in my lap. Spending time like this together gains all my respect. For me it means a deeper connection forming which I want, and hope you do, too.”

“I do.” He snuggled tighter against me.

“Kiren.”

“Huh?”

“Would you like to spend the night here? With me?”

He wrapped his arms around neck. “Yes, Daddy. I was waiting for you to invite me.”

“You’re invited.” I kissed his forehead.

Kiren lifted his head, and our lips met.

As we kissed, my mind swirled. He was everything I’d hoped to find in a boy.

As I pulled down the covers of my bed, Kiren stood by the side, his three stuffies in his arms. He spoke softly, introducing them to my own stuffies.

I smiled at him.

He caught me staring and said, “I still think daddies having stuffies is… um… unexpected.”

“Why not? I love boys and toys.”

“Maybe you have a secret little inside you, too.”

“I am sure of it. But I love being the daddy. That’s the side of me that gives me pleasure and what I crave.”

His head tilted. His green eyes glistened. “Are you for real?”

“I am. Why? You’ve asked me that before. Don’t you believe me?”

“I do. But I never thought someone like you could exist.”

I reached out and tapped his cheek. “Maybe you didn’t look in the right places.”

“I wasn’t looking at all,” he confessed.

“All right. The bed’s ready.”

“Daddy? Can you help me?”

“Sure. Whatever you need.”

“I need to go to the bathroom first.” He pointed at his chest. “Buttons.”

It would be my utmost pleasure. “Sit on the side of the bed, sweetie.”

He sat, his pajamas bunching up. I knelt in front of him and began undoing the buttons. When they were done, I couldn’t help but peek. The front of his tighty whities was bulging. He wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I lifted my gaze to his. He quirked a half-smile, then scampered off to the bathroom.

“Do you need help in there?” I called after him.

He turned. “When I’m really little, yes. But I’m medium little right now.”

“All right, then. I’ll be waiting.”

I walked into my closet and undressed. I didn’t always wear pajamas to bed, but tonight I would. I got out my royal blue tops and bottoms just because Kiren said he’d imagined me wearing pajamas like them. They were my favorite, too.

As I walked out of the closet, Kiren came through the bathroom door. His mouth opened.

“Daddy, you look handsome.”

I bowed before him. “Thank you. So do you. Need help again?”

He looked down at his unbuttoned self. The shoulders were sliding off him and down his arms.

“Yes.” He immediately sat on the edge of the bed.

“So many buttons,” I said, kneeling.

“I don’t like the zipper ones. They dig in.”

“That makes sense.”

He was still hard in his underwear. When I grabbed the first button, I deliberately skimmed the side of my hand against the bulge.

His body jerked. He let out a soft, “Oh!”

“Something, baby?”

He leaned into me, cupping my face with his hands. “I think I’m a naughty boy.”

I smiled, my cheeks pressing harder on his palms. “How naughty?”

“Bad.” He giggled.

How I wanted him.

“You should show Daddy.”

“Mmmm.” He shook his head. “I might get in trouble.”

“You know it’s best to take care of things before they get to be more than you can handle.”

Again, the sweetest giggle ever. “I’m afraid to show you.”

“Why?”

“You might think less of me.”

“Not possible.” I was sinking into this play so easily. Into him.

His hands fell from my face and made a frame around his crotch. “It’s this, Daddy. Can you see?”

“Yes. I can see.”

“Very bad, right?”

“Ahh. Sweetie. Don’t think that. It happens to every boy. It’s just a part of your body reacting to surrounding stimulation.”

“It’s because of you, Daddy. You make me feel so good.”

“I would like you to show me, sweetie. If you’re okay with that.”

His eyelids half closed. He moved his hand to his underwear and pushed the front of the waistband down and down. I held my breath.

Finally, his cock popped free of any restraint. A lovely, dark pink shaft, fully hard, poked upward, the tip bubblegum pink with a glisten of moisture at the tip. He looked ready to come right then and there.

“It’s bad, Daddy,” he whispered.

“That looks almost painful,” I whispered back.

“Sometimes I rub it. Is that me being bad?”

“No. It’s natural, baby. But daddies are here to help, to rub it for you so you can relax and go to sleep.”

He giggled and his cock bobbed very close to my face. “Really?”

“It’s my job to take care of you, little one. Would you like a rub and maybe a lick?”

“Yes.” His cock reacted with a little throb, squirting a drop of precum out the tip.

“Sweetie, you are beautiful. Will you lie back for daddy?”

He obeyed, his pajamas bunching at the sides as he fell onto the sheets all unbuttoned for me.

“That’s my boy. So perfect. Letting me take care of him. Right?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

It was like dessert all laid out before me. I didn’t know where to start. I wanted him naked, but that would have to wait. Kiren was shy and I would find out why, but not now.

I reached out and rubbed my forefinger over his balls. He gasped. His cock strained even tighter upward.

I ran my finger along his shaft, drawing it slowly upward. When I reached the rim of the head, I held my finger there, keeping him in place as I leaned down and licked the bead of precum off.

“Daddy! That was your tongue!”

“Is that good, baby?”

“Oh yes!”

I licked him again. And again. The precum began to flow more freely. With my tongue, I spread it around the head, making it shine.

All I could hear were gasps and little moans telling me he was fine and not fine at the same time.

“Daddies help their boys to relax like this, baby. You’re beautiful.”

“Okay, Daddy.” He struggled to get the words out between heavy breaths.

He was no virgin, so I took the initiative and sucked him down.

He reached up, grasping my shoulders, trying to move but stuck in his pajamas. He was at my mercy.

It didn’t take long for my needy boy to cry out and come in my mouth.

I took all he had to give, then pulled up his underwear and buttoned him up tight. He didn’t move. I leaned over him to look at his face. His eyes were glazed, his cheeks flushed.

I kissed him on the lips, then nuzzled at his ear. “How long has it been?”

“About two years,” he whispered back.

“That’s a long time.”

He blinked rapidly. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me.” I helped him get settled, stretched out and pulled the covers over us both.

He turned toward me, running his hand down my chest to my waistband. “Daddy?”

“It’s all right, baby. Don’t worry about me.”

“Did doing that make you hard, too?”

“It did.”

“Can I touch?” He drew a deep breath. “Can I rub?”

I moved my hips so he could have better access. He pressed into me, his hand going into the fly of my pajama pants. I wore no underwear, and his hand wrapped around me flesh to flesh.

I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed back, opening his mouth as he ran his hand up and down my shaft.

This boy was like a dream. I’d thought it would be too soon for us, but it seemed we both knew what we wanted. Each other.

I pulled away long enough to tug my pajamas down to my thighs. Kiren resumed stroking.

The ecstasy chased itself round and round throughout my body. The kissing made everything more acute. Every tug, every squeeze was like a clasp on my heart.

I came hard, squirting onto my stomach while Kiren milked upwards through my bliss. He nearly climbed over me, kissing me.

Blindly, I reached out for a small towel. I always kept a stock on the nightstand for just this purpose.

Kiren grabbed it from my hand and mopped my skin dry. He pulled my pants back up and lay over me.

“Daddy, you’re wonderful. I feel like I want to hug you all night.”

I wrapped my arms carefully around his waist. He didn’t flinch. He put one of his legs between mine and held me. We both fell asleep that way, the bedside lamp still on.