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Daddy groaned and rubbed his hand over his face. “I said we weren’t going too far.”

That didn’t sound like fun at all so I wiggled closer between his legs and laid my cheek on his thigh. If that was where his penis was, oops. “I’ll just pet it, Daddy. That’s not too far.”

Daddy wasn’t ready for knots or spankings, but his penis wanted to come out and play because it kept jerking against mycheek and then he would groan again. “As long as it’s what you want, baby.”

It was.

“I want to pet you, Daddy.” And maybe give him kisses. That wasn’t too far either. “I’ll be good.”

Yes, that was important to promise because Daddies liked hearing it.

He barked out a laugh, but instead of telling me I was being silly, he opened his pants. “You are going to be trouble.”

Yep.

But since he might not let me pet him if I told the truth, I just smiled and Daddy laughed again. “Thank you for not lying to Daddy.”

Yay. I was still a good boy.

And Daddy was a big boy.

Oh.

He had lots to pet.

“Good job, Daddy. That’s lots to play with and pet.” He’d done such a good job of making it big for me. “Thank you.”

Daddy was going to say welcome ’cause that was what we did, but I distracted him with my hands. It took two so he could have big pets. One wouldn’t have been enough. Two was just right and I could wrap my hands around him and snuggle him like a blanket.

Daddy liked blanket pets because his head fell back and he moaned. “Fuck.”

Giggling ’cause he’d said a naughty word again, I nodded. “You probably think that’s too soon, so I won’t be a bad boy and ask.”

I was Daddy’s good boy…and I was going to get lots of rewards.

Like pets and kisses and snuggles and tinglies and…

Oh, Daddy’s penis liked to get wet too.

“Can I kiss it, Daddy? That’s not petting, so I’m being good and asking.” Yes, more manners meant more rewards.

Austin said so and my friend Charlie said Austin was right.

“Manners are going to be the death of me.” Daddy was being dramatic but he nodded. “Yes, baby boy. You can kiss it.”

Yay.

I leaned in and gave him a kiss, licking it a little because kisses could have tongue. Everyone knew that. And everyone knew Daddy moans were good and when Daddies said naughty words, that meant their littles were making them very happy.

Daddy said lots of naughty words.

He really liked theFwords but I was a good boy and didn’t say it.

I just giggled when he said it.

That didn’t make me a bad boy.

Nope.

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