Page 9 of Lance & Clayton

I chuckled and shook my head, stroking his cheek with a thumb. "Not long enough. You're my boy now, and as you're Daddy I can stare at my boy for as long as I want."

"Boy," he said as his face lit up. "Hearing you say that gives me such joy!"

"Come on, now," I said, taking his hand and sitting up in bed together. "We've got a long day of playing and fun ahead of us."

"Yay, Little time!" He wiggled and bounced on the bed; his joy quite infectious. "I need to tell you something. I brought some of my Little things with me yesterday, to make me feel comfortable around you. I didn't intend to use them, but now as your boy, I believe they should be in your possession."

He jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, swiftly returning with his backpack before handing it to me.

I laughed and opened it up. "I should've guessed! No wonder you were guarding it with your life. I've managed to hide some Little things here in the cabin on the off chance that you reveal your Littleness. Now that you have, we can use them today. And lucky for you, I know just the things Little boys love to do on a lazy Sunday, all thanks to playing with Michael. Now, first things first. Good Little boys bathe every day."

I went to the bathroom and ran a bath. When it was ready, I went to the bedroom and scooped him up in my arms. He clung onto me as I carried him to the bathroom. Putting him onto the floor, I sat on the bathroom floor and tapped his knees one after the other. He lifted his legs on cue and I pulled his pants down in one swift motion. Then when I pulled his briefs down, he stepped out of them. Merely having his Daddy undress him seemed to be turning him on, for his dick twitched twice before he popped a semi. Bath time was important, so I ignored it for now and stood up before pulling his shirt over his head.

He stood there stark naked and I took a step back to appreciate his lean body. His cheeks turned pink as he looked away. My boy was so shy, it was adorable.

I put a hand in the bathtub to double-check the water wasn't too hot for Little boys. Then I took his hand and guided him into the bathtub. While he sat there playing with water, I put in some of the bath toys I'd bought. There was a big ship which was meant to be the Titanic and a couple of squeaky frogs and ducks.

When I pressed the duck and it squeaked, he put a hand over his mouth and giggled. "It just said quack!"

He giggled again when I pressed the frog and it made the same sound. "That's not what frogs sound like. Maybe it's a duck pretending to be a frog."

Then he pushed the ship about, racing it around and making sounds that only cars could make. I quickly got undressed and stepped in with a washcloth. He looked at my crotch as I stood next to him, my penis inches away from his face. Sitting in next to him, I wrapped an arm around him.

"Time to clean my boy," I said, dipping the washcloth in the water and cleaning his back with it.

He looked so cute playing with his toys, I couldn't help but give him a quick peck on the lips. Then it was time to wash his chest and belly. When my hands reached his crotch and washed it, he let out a soft moan as his dick twitched again.

I quickly moved onto his legs, and when he was all clean, I washed myself. Then we sat in the bathtub and I watched him play with his new toys some more.

"The ducks and the ship are going to be here whenever you come over." I raked my fingers through his wet hair when he came out from under the water. "Now let's get you out of here before the water gets too cold for Little boys."

When he nodded and smiled, I took him into my arms and stood up. His gaze was fixed on his new toys below, so I let him stare at them for a moment before stepping out of the bathtub.

I towel-dried his hair before working my way downwards. He shivered once again when I reached his crotch. My sweet boy needed some release but I knew he would be too shy to enjoy it. I wanted him to be comfortable around me in his Little headspace before we did anything sexual.

Once he was dry, I dried myself before leading him out into the bedroom. There lay two sets of clothes, one bear themed and the other puppy themed. I knew that little boys loved animals, but I couldn't have guessed beforehand that he preferred dinosaurs.

"Which one would you like to wear today, bright eyes?" I asked, knowing full well that even small decisions were too much for some boys to handle. I needed to see what type of a boy he was based on his reaction, so that the next time I knew whether to let him make small decisions.

He looked at them intently, shifting his gaze between them. He touched the puppy themed clothes first, but then changed his mind and settled on the one with bears.

"Puppies are cute but bears are scary, like some of the carnivore dinosaurs," he said, sniffing the smell of new clothes. "And I love dinosaurs."

"Good choice!" I nodded and picked them up. "I couldn't have chosen better. Now raise your hands so Daddy can put the shirt on you."

He did as told and soon he was in his clothes, checking himself out in the mirror. The shirt had a big momma bear with a cub next to it. The colorful jammies had prints of bear heads, both big and small.

"Look how handsome my boy looks." I stroked his hair before kissing him on the head. "I knew you'd look good in them."

"Do I really look handsome, Mr. Hoult?" He looked up at me with eyes like saucers. "You're not just saying that?"

"Have you looked at yourself in the mirror, my sweet boy? You look like a million bucks. Time for breakfast. Now, I know Little boys need good nutrition, but I've got something special for my special boy. Are you ready?"

When he bobbed his head up and down, I took his hand and led him downstairs. I had the waffle maker ready in the kitchen. He sat at the table, watching me prepare the batter which I then proceeded to pour into the waffle maker.

"Here you go," I said, placing the waffle before him on a pink plate.

"No syrup, Mr. Hoult?" He stuck his lower lip out in an adorable pout.

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