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Daddy was so silly.

But I couldn’t let Daddy be jealous.

“-ot.” Thumb. Oops. “Not me, Daddy. Naughties.”

I waved my hand around and Daddy made thinking sounds. “Oh, that makes sense. But please don’t tell me about him being naughty out here. No matter what he was doing or who he was with.”

Daddy was naughty too, but he was pretending to be shocked when I giggled. “I have no idea what you think is so silly.”

He was.

And I giggled again when a cold wipe touched my penis.

Even Daddy laughed that time. “Silly boy. I can’t leave you sticky. No wiggling.”

I wasn’t going to promise that but I didn’t squirm too much and I kissed his…his neck, maybe. “Alright, maybe a little bit of wiggling is okay. Thank you for my kiss, baby boy.”

Once Daddy tucked my penis back in my clothes, I stuck my thumb in my mouth and tried to snuggle closer again. “Come here.”

I was there.

Oh.

Daddy picked me up again and moved me around so I was on his lap and my legs were on each side. He even put my head on his shoulder. “This is better.”

Nodding, because it was, I tucked my hands close against his chest and softly petted him. Daddy still had his shirt open, so I could feel his fuzzies. He made another silly sound when I played with his hair but he didn’t make me stop. “I’m not sure that’s meant to be a soother, silly boy.”

I almost not giggled but he was funny.

He sighed big and was dramatic. “I guess I can’t complain. It doesn’t tickle and it won’t make me come in my pants.”

Oh, that was right.

Wiggling my bottom, I rubbed against Daddy’s penis. I hadn’t gotten to pet it yet and he was still hard. He groaned, burying his face in my neck. “You’re trying to kill me because I touched your penis.”

Maybe I wasn’t too tired?

Giggling, I made my bottom go side to side so I could rub his penis with mine. It made Daddy groan again. “What was I thinking? This was a terrible position to put you in.”

He was as dramatic as Austin.

But I was his good boy and didn’t tell him that since he liked to pretend to be stern and grumpy. Instead, I opened my eyesand kissed his neck again then wiggled lower until I was sliding to the floor. Daddy was so distracted thinking I was falling that he didn’t guess my plan. “You’re…hold on, you’ll…”

Hehehe.

“Oh.” Daddy blinked, looking startled but so cute with his shirt open and his pretty nipples showing. They were wide and dark-dark pink and they poked out so my tongue could play with them. Later. I could play more later.

Daddy realized that too because he finally stopped blinking at me. “You don’t have to, baby boy. You know that, right?”

Nodding, I was patient and didn’t grab his pants. I just made my fingers dance high on his leg and might’ve accidentally touched his penis.

Oops.

But he hadn’t safeworded or said no to penis pets in his limits.

“I’m green. Is Daddy green?” His penis said he was green and his moans said he was green and his hands kept trying to hold me tight like they were green. But Daddy’s head might not know he was green. Brains were sneaky like that.

It was why we had yellow.

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