16. Rafa

Chapter 16

Rafa

‘Hey, baby boy, where are you?’ I call out, walking out from the shower in nothing but a small towel that’s so short it’s almost not worth wearing. ‘You’d better not be up to any mischief…’

I chuckle to myself and take a moment to pause.

I actually can’t hear a sound.

The last I saw of Aaron was right before I hit the shower. That was only twenty minutes ago, and he was happily singing to himself in the kitchen and munching on some Captain Crunch.

This silence is worrying. Maybe my sweety boy actually is getting up to some kind of naughtiness? I need to investigate. And micro-towel or not, investigate is what I’m going to do…

‘Oh boy? Oh boy?’ I holler, walking down the hallway and into the kitchen. ‘Huh. Not in here then…’

Aaron’s duck and donkey patterned cereal bowl is empty with barely a trace of milk left at the bottom. The boy must have taken himself to the living area for some play time. But that doesn’t explain why he’s not answering his Daddy. Something is definitely afoot – and I’m going to get to the bottom of it right now!

I walk into the living area and see that the TV is on, but there’s still no sign of Aaron. Then, just as I’m about to walk out and try the bedroom instead, I hear a rustling noise from behind the couch…

‘Got you!’ I laugh, bounding over toward the couch and duly finding Aaron all curled up behind it. ‘Were you trying to hide from Daddy?’

But very quickly I can tell from the look on my darling boy’s face that he’s not happy. Something has happened, and I need to find out what. I hate seeing my baby boy upset, and it’s time for me to get to work on righting whatever wrong has gone down.

‘D-D-D-Daddy…’ Aaron says, his voice trembling as he climbs up onto the couch and immediately snuggles up to me and buries his face in my lap. ‘I… I… I…’

‘It’s okay, Little Aaron,’ I say, my voice soft and soothing. ‘Daddy’s here now. You can take your time. You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything hurt you.’

I can feel that Aaron’s breathing hard and fast. The tremble in his voice is giving a lot away too. And then as I cast my eyes up toward the TV screen, everything makes sense…

‘Babyboy, were you watching a scary movie without your Daddy?’ I ask, knowing full well the answer. ‘We’ve talked about this. Especially when you’re all chilled out and maybe even in Little Space. It’s not a good idea, and now we know exactly why that is. Don’t we?’

‘Y-y-y-yes, Daddy,’ Aaron replies, her heart beating so hard that I can feel its rhythm up against my body. ‘Please don’t be mad. I just kinda thought it would be okay, just this once. But… it wasn’t.’

‘I’m not mad,’ I reply, smiling. ‘But when Daddy lays down the rules, it’s for good reason. You know?’

‘ Uh-huh, I know,’ Aaron says, sounding like he’s still afraid.

‘There won’t be a spanking this time,’ I continue. ‘I think you’ve had a shock and that’s probably enough to help you learn your lesson. But if it happens again, I’ll have your pajama bottoms down around your ankles in triple-quick time. Got it?’

‘Got it, Daddy,’ Aaron says, his voice full of regret. ‘Can you change the station, please? Make the bad movie go away, please.’

I reach for the TV remote and one quick click of a button later, normal service has been resumed with an old-timey cartoon playing on the screen.

‘It’s safe for you to look now,’ I say, gently turning Aaron’s cuddly body so that he can stay on my lap and watch Bugs Bunny getting up to some mischief. ‘I think this is more like it, don’t you?’

Aaron giggles and nods, already engrossed in Bug Bunny’s adventures.

But Aaron’s attention is soon taken by something other than the TV…

‘Daddy, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?’ Aaron asks, suddenly realizing that he can feel my naked cock pressing up against his perfectly round, pajama-clad butt cheeks.

I let out a belly laugh.

The truth is that I hadn’t even realized that myself. In my rush to comfort Aaron, my micro-towel must have fallen off my waist…

‘When a Daddy has to help his boy, there’s no time for clothes,’ I chuckle. ‘But tell me… are you complaining? I could always cover up.’

‘ Noooo !’ Aaron giggles, wiggling his butt and grinding himself against my hardening cock. ‘I want my Daddy’s big, thick dick all up close and personal when I watch my cartoons.’

‘ Grrrr , just don’t get me too hard,’ I answer, the feeling of my boy’s perfectly rounded butt rubbing up against me proving difficult to ignore.

Before I can say anything else, Aaron climbs off my lap and stands before me, blocking the screen and sliding his pajama bottoms down to his ankles.

‘Okay…’ I say, watching with interest as Aaron clenches and releases his magnificent globe-like ass cheeks mere inches from my face. ‘My sad little boy turned into a horny boy…’

‘Yup,’ Aaron squeals in reply, turning around and showing off his own rock-hard cock. ‘Watch this.’

Without missing a beat, Aaron squats down and begins to bounce up and down, holding his ass cheeks and making them clap. I can see his hard cock bouncing and swaying from side to side too as he twists and turns his body.

‘Keep going,’ I say, reaching across to the coffee table and pulling a well-placed bottle of lube out and squirting an ample dollop onto the tip of my bulbous and achingly hard dick head. ‘Show Daddy what you’ve got. And tell me what you want from me too…’

I know that Aaron loves it when I make him spell out his desires. The boy gets a kick from saying the dirtiest, most naughty thoughts that come into his head – and I’m very much all there for it.

‘I want my Daddy’s cock to stretch me out,’ Aaron says, his cheeks flushing red and a look of wild desire in his eyes as he turns to face me and takes his cock in his hands. ‘I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.’

I work my lube-covered palm up and down the length of my shaft, my eyes widening as Aaron turns and spreads his cheeks for me, arching his head back and looking on in delight as I begin to pump my dick in my hand.

‘Make it as big and as hard as you can, Daddy,’ Aaron says, running his fingers over his exposed ass hole and letting out a moan of delight. ‘I want you to push me close to tapping out. And then I want you to fill me with all your hottest, thickest cum.’

I’m loving every single second of this.

Aaron’s inhibitions are nowhere to be seen, and it’s more than evident that the adrenalin from being scared by the horror movie has fully transferred into arousal.

‘Hold those cheeks open,’ I command, standing from the couch and taking the pot of lube and digging my fingers deep inside it. ‘Daddy’s going to prep that tight little hole. In fact, I want you down and in position, ready to go. Bend over the foot stool. Now!’

‘Yes, Daddy. Yes, sir,’ Aaron says, clearly noting the change in my tone.

The boy knows that his Daddy is ready to drive his cock deep inside him. The time for fooling around is over, we both know that.

With Aaron down on his knees and his ass perfectly presented as he lays his body over the top of the plush foot stool, I get in position behind him.

‘ Mmmmph , that feels nice,’ Aaron coos, my lube-covered fingers pushing inside him, preparing the boy for something much bigger to come.

‘Don’t get too comfortable,’ I say, pure wolf-like hunger in my voice as I work three lubed-up fingers in and out of his puckered hole. ‘In fact, it’s best not to get comfortable at all .’

With that, I grip Aaron by his soft, wide hips and spread his cheeks.

It’s time to pump this horny Little with enough Daddy cum to last him all the way through until next month.

‘Let the big bad Daddy wolf in,’ I growl, pushing the tip of my cock up against Aaron’s hole and watching with wicked glee as I see him gradually take me inside.

‘D-D-D-Daddy…’ Aaron groans, burying his face into the footstool’s plush material. ‘ Fuckkkkkk ….’

It doesn’t take long before I’m working up quite a pace as I make my boy’s cheeks clap, jiggle, and wobble all the way home as I give him everything he wanted and more.

‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy,’ Aaron hollers, his face red with arousal and his voice sounding like forming even the most important of words is getting harder and harder. ‘More… more… more!’

‘Be careful what you wish for,’ I grunt, gripping Aaron harder and working up to a crescendo that has Aaron thumping his fists on the side of the footstool and biting down on a cushion.

I feel my orgasm coming on strong and give the boy one final series of thrusts that take us both over the edge and into a moment of pure orgasmic bliss.

‘Cum, cum, cum!’ Aaron says, totally out of control and enjoying himself in the purest, most downright animalistic way imaginable. ‘More cum! More !’

I continue to drive my cock deep into Aaron until I’m sure that I’ve drained myself dry. And judging by the big spread of cum that’s splattered down the side of the footstoll and on the floor, it looks like Aaron is more than satisfied too.

Finally, I pull out and collapse backward onto the couch.

Aaron stays lying on the footstool, exhausted and totally spent.

And then it hits me…

‘You know how I said I wouldn’t spank you for the scary movie,’ I say, my breath still heavy.

‘ Mmmm-hmmm ?’ Aaron replies, quite evidently not ready to string actual words together yet.

‘That still stands,’ I laugh. ‘But I think I might just need to spank that big, juicy butt for making me need a shower so quickly after only just having one!’

Aaron lets out a giggle and hauls himself off the footstool before snuggling up to me on the couch once more.

‘You’re so funny, Daddy,’ Aaron giggles.

‘Who said I was joking?’ I reply.

With an ass like Aaron’s, I barely even need a reason to heat it up. And if he knows me half as well as I think he does, he probably knows what’s coming his way when we do hit the shower…