Page 33 of Kiren

“Time for bed.” I put the game away as he watched me with dreamy eyes.

When I walked over to him, he lifted his arms to me. I leaned down and picked him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck and his legs about my waist.

I held his ass in the palms of my hands.

Upstairs, he asked me to undo the buttons so he could pee.

“Need help peeing?” I asked, just as I had Saturday night.

He looked at the floor, then back at me. “Yes, please.”

My eyebrows shot up. I did not expect that reply.

I walked into the bathroom steering him by the shoulders to the toilet. When he got to the front of the toilet, I lifted the lid and the seat for him. Without a word, I pushed his underwear down in front and skimmed my fingers over his cock.

His breath hitched.

“More help?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pointed it toward the toilet bowl.

“Okay, baby. You can go now.”

At first, nothing happened. His cock was limp and silken in my hand. Within a few seconds, it started to grow.

My own erection pressed against the front of my jeans.

I forced myself to remain calm, but my skin burned, and my heart raced.

“Take your time, baby.” I pushed my chest against his shoulders. He was trembling.

“What a brave boy you are. Going to the bathroom like a big boy with Daddy’s help.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His voice held a sing-song tone.

Finally, a thin stream of gold formed and hit the water with a delicate pinging sound. As he peed, his cock pulsed in my hand. The sensation was intimate and gorgeous. The stream stopped and started a few times. Nervous boy.

When he was dry, he looked up at me. “All done.”

“Good boy.” I took a piece of toilet paper and wiped the end of his cock, throwing the paper into the water. I reached around him and flushed.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

At this point, his cock bobbed, hard and wanting.

“Quickly, now, brush your teeth.”

His toothbrush lay neatly by mine on the counter. He put a lot of toothpaste on it, then shoved it into his mouth. When he was done, he spit and rinsed.

“Go to the bed now and lie down, baby,” I said. “I'll be with you in a minute.”

“Aren't you going to button me up, Daddy?”

I gave him a playful frown. “You have more that needs to be taken care of. That's Daddy’s job.” I grabbed the lapels of his pajama top and held them together over his undershirt. “Here, hold them like this so they don't fall off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” His underwear was still down below his balls. As he ran from the bathroom, his cock bobbed up and down in front of him.

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