Page 50 of A Daddy for Maddy

His grin was almost feral. “Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

I lay very still watching him. He swept his gaze up and down my body, stopping at my groin, which made me ache even more.

My cock was super stiff, arched up toward my stomach. I could see how dark the shaft was, how swollen and pink at the tip. It was already leaking. My balls twitched. I slowly drew my feet up, bending my knees to spread my legs. I didn’t think about it. My body responded by itself, wanton, begging.

“Not such a baby right now, then,” Colin said, placing his hand on my thigh and brushing upward.

“But I am. For you.” My little was so awake and alive right now. He wanted caresses and kisses and rubbies. He wanted to be praised and coddled and fondled. And to blubber in baby talk about his daddy taking him, making him swoon, making him come. It wasn’t weird. I knew that now that I’d met others like me.

“Oh, but this isn’t a baby.” Colin’s hand finally reached my balls and cupped them gently, then encircled my shaft.

I had to admit he was right. I had a fully adult male pee-pee.

I drew in a series of quick breaths. My legs parted even more. “Daddy!”

“Sweet,” Colin whispered. Then still holding my cock, he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth again.

My arms flailed and went up over my head. One of my hands bumped Kornie, and I grabbed onto him to ground me because I felt so good I thought I might float straight up through the air and hit the ceiling.

When he pulled back, I whispered, “Daddy, I want more.”

“Do you now?” His hand moved back over my balls and then pressed beneath them.

I spread my legs even more and lifted my hips. “Yes, that.”

“That’s a very adult thing to want.”

It was. But I also felt little.

“Daddy, is it okay?”

Colin moved his fingers over my crease until he found my pucker. “Yes, not-a-baby. It’s wonderful. My boys always get whatever they want.”

With his house and the big playroom, he was going to spoil me rotten. I just knew it.

Colin pulled his hand back and I whined in protest.

“So demanding,” Colin said.

I couldn’t quite tell if he was delighted or annoyed. I opted for delighted.

I watched him grab something from the side of the bed and realized it was lube. If possible, my excitement increased. I couldn’t keep still and wiggled against him.

“You like this?” He held up the bottle.

“Yes, sir.”

He wasted no time clicking open the pop-up lid and pouring it into his hand. He was back between my legs in no time, having grabbed a pillow with his non-lubed hand to push under my hips. No one had ever done that for me before, and it was far more comfortable than the few ways (very few; I could count them on one hand) I’d had sex in the past.

Before he could get really intense again, I leaned up on my elbows, still clutching Kornie.

“Daddy, it’s not fair. You’re still dressed.”

“I’ll take care of things. Don’t worry yourself.”

I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. I imagined Colin naked, pushing himself into me. The fantasy was about to happen. He was taking too long.

“Daddy, I need it now.” I heard the whine in my voice and almost cringed. But then I realized I was okay. I was with a daddy, my new daddy, and he knew I was a boy.

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