Page 17 of Lost Boy

Mitch nodded. He turned his head into Mitch’s chest.

“That’s okay. Daddy can help.” Byron pushed Mitch’s hand away before he gripped the base on Mitch’s cock and held it. “Just relax.”

Mitch shuddered. Byron was holding his cock to help him pee.

“You can be a good boy and pee for Daddy now. Or you can use your pull-up tonight and wake up wet without Daddy here to help.” Byron kissed the back of his head. “Make a decision. This time I’ll allow you to choose.”

A reminder that soon Byron would tell him when to pee. Mitch relaxed, leaning his body against Byron, and letting go.

“Good boy,” Byron whispered as Mitch began to urinate.

It was strange. Mitch hadn’t considered a Daddy doing this for him. He guessed it wasn’t too different from Jace changing Avery’s diaper. He felt cared for and free.

Once he was done Byron gave his prick a shake and a stroke.

Mitch groaned.

“Not tonight boy,” Byron admonished. “It’s bedtime.”

Mitch wiggled his ass against Byron’s erection. The way Byron held him had their bodies flush up against each other. Byron released him then stepped back.

“You will not get your way by trying to tempt me,” Byron told him. “But that was a nice try.” He swatted Mitch’s ass. Not hard but enough that Mitch felt it.

Damn, Mitch’s cock was hard again.

“Wash up,” Byron ordered.

Mitch pulled up his clothes and walked over to the sink where Byron was already standing. Byron turned on the water and tested the temperature. He held his hand out for Mitch’s.

Once again standing behind him Byron soaped up and washed Mitch’s hand before drying them. Then Byron picked up Mitch’s toothbrush.

Mitch had been watching Byron’s hand the whole time. He finally lifted his eyes and gazed at Byron standing behind him. Byron was taller and more muscular than Mitch’s lean frame.

“Open your mouth,” Byron demanded.

He opened.

“Good boy,” Byron praised.

By the time that Byron finished brushing Mitch’s teeth, Mitch was so relaxed and his brain had turned off he could barely think. Byron guided him back into the bedroom then over to the bed.

Mitch stood next to him as Byron pulled back the comforter and sheet.

“In you go, sweetie.”

Sweetie, Byron had called him sweetie again.

Mitch climbed up on the mattress and laid down. Byron pulled the cover up to Mitch’s shoulders before Byron sat on the edge of the bed.

“Can I…” Mitch lifted the pacifier from where it was tethered to his shirt. “Keep it.”

“I bought it for you. It can stay here. Anything I bring over for us can stay.”

Mitch nodded.

“Can you tell me why you hide everything? Does your father come here? Other people? I’m asking so I know if we should have things at both our houses or just mine?”

Mitch bit his lip. It was confession time. “No one comes here except for Marcia. I don’t think she’d care. Actually, I know she wouldn’t.” He blushed. “For my first playdate with Avery, I bought one of those adult onesies from the internet. It was a sea turtle. I knew Avery would think it was cool. When I got there he had a similar one. A panda bear. After I got home I left it in the laundry room. Marcia found it and washed it for me. She thought it was adorable.”

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