Page 10 of Snuggle Bug

I stifle a groan. Oh gods, tell me how I’ve missed all the signs. Signs that Calloway is way more cognizant of the spell he casts on me that I suspected. All this time, I assumed that poor, precious Calloway was so focused on his schoolwork, that when he released while studying, it was because he wanted to get straight As. Secretly, it was because he knew his Daddy would have to clean it up, which made him feel like a helpless baby.

"You’re a helpless Little baby, aren’t you, Calloway?" I can't help but smirk. "One who needs Daddy to clean his messes?"

Calloway’s cheeks flush pink. "Not now. I’m trying to talk about big boy topics. We can discuss my baby side later, thank you. At this moment, I want to encourage you to keep seeing me for the man I am. A man just like you with needs."

"I’m listening. You can be honest with me."

Calloway makes a serious face. His eyes close, and I can tell he’s figuring out how to tell me certain things.

"I’m not as innocent as you think. I don't always respect you in the way you should be respected, Daddy. I’ve done things that a lot of men would run from. Things that open me up to judgment. When you fall asleep, I sometimes peel back your pajamas, lift up our blanket, and take out your cock. I play with it in the moonlight, sometimes even the starlight. When it’s raining, I like doing this best. I watch the rain trickle down the window as I peel your foreskin back, exposing the pink head. The shadows almost seem to roll down your shaft, and I grip the base as your pre-cum squirts out."

"You didn’t have my permission."

"Once, I put it in my mouth. I was horny and I was so curious. I’d never had a cock in my mouth before. I tried to talk myself out of doing it. I told myself that you’d be cross with me, that you’d make me stop sleeping in your bed, or even kick me out of your home. My self-talk didn’t work. I licked the tip, ran my tongue around your crown, and sucked. I wanted to suck you off until you came, or to see if you could even come, because you acted so asexual around me."

"Sweet boy. I had no idea."

"Oh, don't hate me." Calloway bursts into sobs, poking his nose in my chest. "I felt so bad and so I stopped right away. I’d crossed a line. I knew I did, and I vowed never to play with you like that again. I did, of course. I mean, I didn’t put you in my mouth, but I still took out your cock to look at it and roll it around in my hands. It’s so fun to play with. Please don't leave me."

"You have no idea how horny you just made me."

Calloway pries his teary eyes off my chest. His irises comb over my face, studying every cranny and dell, searching to see if I’ll lash out at him like I assume he thinks I will. "I’m confused."

I fight to conceal a groan. Taking Calloway’s hand, I move it down my body—past my big belly, past my hips, then ram it on my cock. My length throbs under his palm, straining against the skin.

"Feel it."

One word. A command.

Calloway touches my cock, his wet eyes never leaving mine. "Why are you hard?"

"Because you made me this way. So hard and horny. How long have you been teasing me? Slipping my pajamas off in the dead of night and studying my cock?"

"I…" Calloway’s voice cuts off. "Since the second month we got together."

"And you sucked me off, boy?"

Calloway tries not to sob again. His efforts are in vain. The dam of his heart bursts, sending a flurry of tears down his marble, almost Canova-esque cheeks. "Only a little."

"Why didn’t you wake Daddy up?" I rub his hand on my bulge, trying to reign in my desire. "Damn, that would’ve been a perfect little dream. A fantastic one. One that left Daddy feeling all happy in the morning. All this time, I had the wrong idea about you. You've been waiting impatiently. Now, I know."

Calloway sucks in a breath. "I’ve never heard you speak this way."

"I’m speaking from the heart, precious one. As I told you, I'm attracted to you. And I have sides to me that you don't know about, exactly like you do. Ones my friends don't even know about. Although to be honest, I think they're growing impatient with my hesitation. If I didn't have this talk with you tonight, it'd only be a matter of time before they kicked me out of the Hug Club."

Calloway laughs. "You have amazing friends. They understand you so well in a way that most friends never could. They're right—we’ve been dating for almost a year, and it’s long past time we showed some bedroom affection to one another. It’s understandable that we both have pent-up desire that we need to let out. My vocabulary isn’t quite as sophisticated as yours, but my emotions are the same. I want you with the same level of intensity. I need you. My body cries out for you, Daddy. When I wash my bum in the shower in the morning, I cry out when the stream of water hits my hole, hoping you’ll come in and take me. There’s one stream from the shower head that’s especially strong. I angle my bum just right so it enters me. I pretend it’s you. Speak the way you want to speak. I adore it."

"I’m glad that you understand what I’m trying to tell you, sweet boy. Yes, I sound a little feral, a little like a construction worker—using words like horny—but that’s because my desire for you is so strong. Everyone expresses their desire differently. Human sexuality is a multi-faced die with an infinite number of faces. No one need is more right or wrong than any other as long as you’re both consenting adults. For instance, even with respect to age play and Daddy kink, which is what we’re into, the ways to practice it are multitudinous. Most people at the Hug Club don't mingle their age play with their sexual sides, although that’s more common than people think, and others do. I think we fall into the latter category, and like I said, as long as we’re both consenting, neither of us should feel ashamed, just like you shouldn't be ashamed for playing with me because I wouldn't meet your needs. You’re actually helping me understand this a bit better as I explain it to you. Sometimes, we learn the most by teaching others, and encounter new revelations we couldn’t have reached on our own. I’ll quit being a scaredy cat and embrace my newfound confidence in my sexuality now. That’s what you deserve, baby boy. Want. Need. A Daddy who will treat you the way you want to be treated without holding back."

"Oh, Daddy. I’m so glad that you said that. Yes, it’s what I want—so much you can’t understand it. Give yourself over to me. All of me, and use the words your heart chooses."

I smirk. "I could talk a little dirtier. I'm not saying I'm restraining myself, but..."

Calloway grins. "I'm all for it." He sighs dreamily. "So often in life, we censor ourselves, hold back, and never truly say the things we wish to say for fear of others’ opinions. As long as we both want this, we should never tone ourselves down. I'm consenting—more than consenting. My desire for you is as pure as I was before we got together and you spoiled me, and now my heart only beats for you." Calloway smiles. "That last part was a joke. You didn’t spoil me. I nursed an inner depravity before we got together."

"You sound so sweet I don't know if I want to give you a bowl of ice cream or pop your cherry right here and now."

I hold Calloway tight. Just hold him. My mind replays the mental movie he played for me when he told me what he did while I was sleeping.

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