Page 48 of Lost Boy

As Mitch began to suckle him gently Byron threaded his fingers back through Mitch’s hair.

“Good boy,” he praised. They’d found that when relaxing on the couch Mitch’s mind would start reeling. He could relax and watch cartoons when playing but he had trouble just lying down and not thinking.

Having to please his Daddy though gave Mitch the chance to still relax even when not fully engaged in his boy persona.

Byron couldn’t help but grow hard. Who wouldn’t with such a sweet wet mouth sucking on them? Byron didn’t try to get Mitch to take him deeper or turn anything sexual.

This wasn’t sexual for them.

It was sexy. Intimate. But that didn’t mean it was sexual.

The show ended forty-five minutes later as Mitch was finally dozing. He would still suckle on Byron, swallowing Byron’s precome, but he wasn’t awake enough to know what was going on.

It was time to take his boy to bed. It was after eleven and Mitch had an early morning.

“Hey baby,” Byron tugged on Mitch’s hair. “You ready for bed.”

“Nuh,” Mitch mumbled. He began to suck harder keeping his eyes closed.

“You can still suckle me in bed if you want but let’s go lay down where it will be more comfortable.”

Finally, Mitch lifted his head. “You promise? We can do this in bed? Without… doing anything else?”

“I’d love nothing more than to fall asleep with my boy suckling me.”

Mitch sat up rubbing his eyes. “It’s not weird?”

His poor sweet boy. “Not at all. You like having something to suck on. I enjoy you sucking me. I think it’s a perfect match.”

“Just like everything between us,” Mitch said with a smile.

Byron leaned forward and kissed him. That comment had deserved a reward. Mitch was opening up to him more and more.

They both jumped when pounding on the front door interrupted them. Mitch scrambled to his feet, nearly falling when his legs got tangled in the blanket.

“Oh my God! Who’s that?”

Byron shook his head. With the volume and power they were trying to knock down the door it had better be fucking important. It was past eleven at night.

“Go into the bedroom and put on a pair of loose sweats.”

Mitch looked around in a panic.

“Now boy!”

Once Mitch had scurried away Byron stood and shoved his half-hard cock back into his sweats. He picked up Mitch’s pacifier and put it in the pocket before he dumped Mitch’s toys inside the hidden compartment of the ottoman coffee table.

He was just folding up the blanket when Mitch reappeared wearing a pair of gray sweats.

Making sure the living room was in order Byron nodded toward the door.

No one other than other residents or approved guests should have been allowed.

Byron followed Mitch into the entry hall. He stood back as Mitch peered through the peephole.

“It’s my father,” Mitch said paling.

“Go ahead and let him in,” Byron said calmly.

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