Page 37 of Lost Little Boy
Finally, I was ready. “Now, Daddy, please move.” My body was on a razor’s edge, wanting him to bang me into the bed frame, but I wasn’t sure if that was what he wanted. Was that how Wex enjoyed sex, hard and fast?
“Oh, thank god.” He began to do exactly what I wanted. It was odd to say Wex was graceful as he fucked, but he was. He kissed my face and moved my left leg over his hip and pushed deeper inside.
“God, that’s… More, Daddy, please.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby boy. Use your safeword if it’s too much.”
“I will.”
Wex moved both of my legs up to his shoulders and pushed in deeper, staring into my eyes. “What’s your safeword?”
“Arithmetic.”
“Good boy.” He nodded and began fucking me so well, I lost my breath.
“Oh, Daddy!”
“Yeah, baby, it feels good for me, too. What’s your color?”
“Green, Daddy. Bright green.”
I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. The pleasure he was giving me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. “I’m… I’m gonna come. I can’t hold back.”
“Yes, baby, come.” He reached down and stroked my cock as he slowly slammed into me, and my ass pulsed as I erupted onto Wex’s hand.
His hips stuttered and he stilled. “Fuck!” His length pulsed inside me, signaling Daddy had found his release too. He raised his hand and lapped up my cum before he bent forward and shared a filthy kiss with me.
It was glorious.
Chapter Eighteen
Wex
“Do you think we’ll need a pocketknife? I can honestly say I’ve never had an occasion where I needed a pocketknife.” Perry’s sweet giggle sounded behind me, causing me to turn in his direction.
He was studying his reflection in one of those weird little mirrors that distorted your face as he tried on sunglasses. We were leaving in the morning togo to camp in Luray, so we were shopping for the things I hadn’t ordered from a website earlier in the week.
I was going to pick up Adam’s truck early in the morning and leave my car for Nance to use over the weekend. She didn’t know I was seeing Perry, but after we came back from Pride Camp, I was going to tell her and my parents all about him—if he wanted to continue our relationship. That was my biggest fear: Would he kick me to the curb after the camp?
I’d lied to her and Adam, saying I was moving more of my stuff down from New York. I’d already brought everything I wanted with me for now. I was waiting until after the camp—a lot hinged on how the camp went—to give up my apartment in Manhattan.
I’d ordered a new SUV and traded in my Mercedes that we’d driven down the previous weekend, but the vehicle was coming from the West Coast and wouldn’t be at the dealership until the middle of next week, thus my need to borrow my brother-in-law’s truck.
Perry tugged on my shirt sleeve. “How do these look? Why would we need a pocketknife?” He was wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses with gold metal frames, turning his head in all different directions.
“Hell if I know. I’m not a camper. Maybe one of us needs to gut a fish or something. Get the first ones you tried on. They looked sexy.”
I tossed a Swiss Army knife into the basket with my cargo shorts, though I wasn’t sure why I needed cargo shorts with more pockets than I’d ever used at one time. We were both in new territory with the camp, but I had hopes that perhaps it would bring us closer and help us build on the trust I believed we were developing.
Perry walked closer, kissing my cheek. “I won’t be gutting fish, Daddy, but if you think we need to have a knife, then we’ll get a knife. What about rain gear? I saw that on a list somewhere.”
I took Perry’s hand and led him to the area where there were a billion different types of raincoats in more colors than I imagined were available. I went to the rack to search through the small sizes because my boy was a sweet little guy who wore a small size, but he fit me like a glove.
“How about this bright green? I’ll be able to find you in the woods.”
Perry giggled. “Wouldn’t I blend into the woods if I was wearing that green?”
“Isn’t this cozy?”
