Page 12 of Snuggle Bug

Plus, Greyson praises me every morning, afternoon, and night. It’s impossible to feel less-than-perfect when I’m with him.

"I’m different from Waxley." I itch a spot on my chin.

"Oh?"

I nod sagely. "Waxley and Wren switch roles when they play Sea Rescue. They think it’s silly for Waxley to be the boy who needs rescuing and for Wren to be the Daddy who saves him. Or if not silly, then too traditional. I don't feel that way. I want to be rescued by you, Daddy. Not the other way around. You’d better save me."

Greyson chuckles. "Well, well, well. Isn’t that great? Because as I watched you play, I thought to myself, Now there’s the perfect boy to rescue from a stormy sea. I’d much rather save you than the other way around. No offense, baby boy, but I doubt you could save me even if you tried. I’m a big Daddy, one with lots of fluff and rolls to love. You couldn’t pull me to safety with those precious hands."

"I know, Daddy. That’s what I love about you."

Greyson stares into my eyes. I notice for the first time that his eyes, which are normally brown, actually have specks of moonlight in them. They look like cups of coffee that some god has poured a dash of cream into.

"Your eyes." A breathless puff escapes me, one that parallels the floaty sensation that encapsulates me. "They’re beautiful-er than earlier."

"Beautiful-er isn’t a word."

Greyson and I gaze into one another’s eyes. He takes my hand in his, gently running his thumb over my palm. His soothing touch is a blanket of safety.

"It is today, Daddy. It’s a word ship captains use at sea."

"In that case, you’re correct to use it. Thank you for your wonderful compliment. I must say that, here in the cuddle room, your eyes appear beautiful-er, too. Dare I say, they’re beautiful-est. The most beautiful-est eyes in all of the Hug Club."

Before I get too shy, I redirect my gaze to the steamship. "Let’s play."

Beautiful-er. Beautiful-est. Our love gives us the power to invent amazing words.

Greyson and I don't keep track of how long we lose ourselves in the Little adventure that is Sea Rescue. I fall into the water, he throws me a life ring, and reels me into safety. We do this multiple times, and each time, I fall for him a little more.

Gah.

That’s all I can think.

Greyson not only finally opened up with me and had the conversation I’ve been dying to have, but he saves my life like it means everything to him, too. Yes, that’s the hallmark of a good Daddy indeed. He wouldn’t let me drown in the ocean, not today, not ever. Now, I know that he’ll always be there for me, throwing me a life ring when I need it, and tugging me onto his ship deck to be with him.

Greyson leans in. His breath fans out across my lips, and the sensation sends a tingle flitting down my spine. "You never have to worry about drowning around me, boy. You’re mine. My main priority. The boy I’ll always choose to save before anyone else. No matter what storms life pushes our way, I’ll be your preserver. I’ll wrap my fluffy arms around you just like the ring, press you to my chest, and hold you while I carry you to safety. It doesn’t matter if the water you’re drowning in is your coursework or your desires that you don't feel confident enough to speak to me about. Daddy’s there. He’ll always be there for you. Holding you, hugging you, and keeping you safe."

My lips move closer to Greyson’s. I could do it in a second. Kiss him. Press my lips to his and bridge the gap between us. It wouldn’t take but a moment.

"Daddy." My breath hitches. I fumble for his hand, threading my fingers through his. I scoot closer, ready for it to happen. Anticipation builds inside of me.

This is it.

Our first kiss.

Greyson smiles, then boops my nose. "How about we head to our pillow bed and read a storybook? I can call Quinton to bring us a pizza. I know Jako’s been busy in the kitchen all night, whipping up treats for hungry boys. He’ll make us a fresh one that Quinton will bring in. We may have to leave a couple club bucks as a tip, though. Quinton isn’t a fan of working for free."

"Sure."

I let Greyson heave me into his arms, then carry me to our pillow sanctuary. A bit of disappointment that we didn’t kiss wells up inside of me, but I tell myself that it’ll be okay. I misread the moment. No big deal. Soon, Greyson will take the next step and kiss me.

Maybe it’ll happen when I lose my virginity. I close my eyes and picture that special moment, Greyson, pulling off my clothes, putting special lovemaking ointment on my hole like my friends get, and putting his wee inside of me.

I picture Greyson’s big wee thrusting into my hole, stirring the embers of my need, taking my cherry.

"Tell Jako to make our pizza fast." I shoot Greyson a look as I hide my cock behind a pillow. If I don't distract myself soon, I’ll have to beat off. There won’t be any staving it off. I’ll pull off my onesie, remove my cock, and do it in the corner while I whimper and feel shy because Greyson will see me doing it from behind, my hand stroking myself, rubbing frantically. My balls will hurt too much to keep my cummies inside.

Greyson lets out a laugh. "I’ll see what I can do."

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