Page 41 of Little Boy Toy

I had become his favorite tree.

I put my hands on his ass, which was clad only in pink underwear with little dinosaurs all over it, and as I lifted he gave a little jump.

Christ, this boy. He knew holding him like this made my cock instantly stiff. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me with warm, soft lips, his mouth opening to receive my curious, probing tongue.

I squeezed his cheeks and bounced him against me. It was no effort to carry him. I had the muscle and he weighed about half of me soaking wet. Plus, with his legs curled around me, the fit was so perfect I barely felt I was carrying much more than a load of laundry.

I carried him with me as I peered into my part of the closet. “Hmm, what should I wear?”

He turned his head and reached out with one arm. “I like that red leather vest.” He pointed. “It looks good with that black shirt.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I supported him with one arm, making him giggle and cling to me harder, and took the two items in hand.

“Ohhh, don’t drop me.”

“Drop what? Oh yeah, I’m still holding you, aren’t I? I barely felt a thing.”

He giggled again. “That’s not true.”

“It is true.” I carried him to the bed, still holding my clothes, then set the clothes down side by side. “Yes, I think you’re right. They will look good for tonight.”

Still, carrying him, I walked around the bed. “Oh, and something else I think will look good. I got it for you. If you like, good. If you don’t, don’t pretend you do.” I dipped him as I took one hand away from his ass again and lifted up one pillow on the neatly made bed. Yes, it was neatly made. Kendry always made it, telling me it was what good boys did.

From under the pillow, I pulled out a fuzzy powder blue teddy bear with brown button eyes and a pink button in the center of his tummy. A pink belly button.

“Oh my gosh!” He rocked in my arms, reaching with both hands to grab it.

I held it away from him, then rushed it at his face and tickling his nose with it.

“Gimme!”

“Okay, honey. He’s all yours. I guess you like him?”

Kendry squeezed and hugged him tight between us. “I love him.”

“Tell me the truth,” I said in my best patronizing voice.

“I really, really love him. I’m going to call him Alexander.”

“That’s a beetle name,” I protested.

“It’s a good strong name for anyone, isn’t it?” he asked. “Alexander was a king.”

“I think you’re right. He’ll be referred to as Alexander from now on.”

In a soft voice as Kendry was rubbing his face all over his new bear, he purred. “Thank you, Zale.”

I didn’t have to be an outright daddy to know he’d love a teddy bear. “You’re welcome.”

It took us a long time to get dressed. We weren’t klutzes or anything. It happened during the part where we undressed. We took a little orgasmic break. It was difficult to resist a bright-faced boy with a perfect ass holding a stuffed bear as he bent over and tried to get his tight shorts on one-armed. It made my mouth water while parts of me went liquid and other parts went stiff.

I had Kendry under me, rubbing against his chest. It was so hot when he reached for my cock and pulled on it. I moved forward so it could reach his mouth and he gave me a sly look, held it in both hands like a baby bottle and suckled the tip as if it was a big nipple.

Fire burned along my shaft, flaming hottest at the head. Kendry puckered his lips, let his eyes roll up, and fed. One hand moved up and down my shaft, while the other gave my balls an expert massage.

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