Page 34 of Little Boy Toy

His own shorts were rucked down his thighs. I could see everything between them, spent pink cock, delicate balls resting against silken skin. It shocked me how gorgeous he was. What sort of guy would throw this boy out after he was done with him? No one in their right mind.

What were those daddies talking about back at the club that first night? They had to be pulling each other’s leg. The real truth was something else.

When I lowered him to my bed, he woke, his eyes bright. “Don’t stop. I want more hugs.”

I couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing his forehead.

He brought his arms from around my neck and trailed his fingers through my hair. I gave him a wry smile.

“Be right back.”

I hurried to the bathroom, wet some washcloths and grabbed some towels. I intended to keep going with Kendry if he’d let me. I brought everything I thought we might need to my nightstand.

Kendry had rolled into his side, his knees bent, hugging his chest. I handed him a warm cloth. He took it, then held it out.

“You want me to do it?” I asked. I should have known the answer already.

“Only if you want to.”

I wanted to. I took the cloth. Kendry stretched out again for me. I ran the warm cloth over his body, deliberately slow. When I got to his delectable thighs, he spread them.

I guess recovery time was fast for me today because my cock began to firm up again. Touching him blew my mind.

When I finished, I ran another cloth down my own stomach, and cleaned myself up. Then I took off my shirt and stretched out next to him.

His eyes went wide. His mouth opened. I laughed and kissed it. Deeply.

Kendry put his arms around me, but I pushed him away. He made a face, but it quickly relaxed when I reached to the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.

“Are you keeping me?” he asked.

It was such an odd question. Cute. Young. Innocent.

I laughed. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

It was a funny exchange, endearing him to me even more.

“You never asked me to stay before.”

“I wasn’t sure you would want to.”

“Stay with you? Well, of course I want to.”

“I wasn’t sure what you were thinking.”

“Why? Because I’m a little? Is that why you never invited me to spend the night? Or… you know?”

“I wasn’t sure I was your type. You know, the daddy type. Anyway, I didn’t want to offend.”

“How would you offend me? I’m gay. I like men. Just because past daddies haven’t worked for me doesn’t mean you’re the same.”

“But I’m not what you’re looking for.” It was a true statement. We needed to have this discussion. I just thought it would be a little later.

“How do you know what I’m looking for? A daddy, sure, but maybe beyond that I’m just looking for someone I like, someone who’s nice to me.” He shifted as if nervous.

I clasped my hand around his arm. “That makes sense. I was unsure, that’s all.”

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