Page 13 of Snuggle Bug

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GREYSON

Our half-eaten pizza sits on a shelf, neither of us able to eat any more.

Quinton gave us a deal and only charged us two club bucks tonight for the delivery. He said that he knew we were sharing a special moment, and that reducing his delivery fee was his gift to us.

Calloway gobbled up pizza at first, but now, he’s distracted.

He stares at the wall, his fingers drumming against his kneecap, his face expressionless. I can’t tell what he’s thinking from this angle.

"Hey, boy." I slink my arm around his waist, then pull him onto my lap. "Something’s on your mind."

"You’re right about that, Daddy."

"Well, tell Daddy what it is. It’s not fair to keep all your thoughts locked in that brain of yours."

Calloway trails his tongue across his lower lip, not to sweep up a stray bit of cheese, but to lay the groundwork for the words he’s about to say. Clearly, whatever’s on his mind is taking up a lot of space. "I’m debating whether I want to tell you."

I grip Calloway’s chin, then turn his face toward me. "Time to quit messing around, Calloway. Tell Daddy what’s on your heart."

"I’m horny." Calloway pries his gaze away from the wall, then turns his pained expression toward me. "I’m so achy. I’ve been that way all night. My balls hurt, Daddy. So much. I can feel my cummies wanting to swim up my tubes, ready to come out. But right now, they’re trapped. In my sack. It’s like there’s a sign telling them, No swimming allowed. They need to. It’s the only way my wee will be soft again."

My heart breaks in my chest. This poor, poor boy. He’s been so eager to take this next step with me for so long, and now that the moment is nigh, he can’t control himself.

I picture all the times I’ve felt his hard cock press against me as I tuck him into bed. This has happened more times than I can keep track of.

Calloway has desired me for so long. Way too long. I pretended like he didn’t, and like he was too innocent to know what desire was, but that was cruel on my part. Unintentionally cruel because I thought I was doing the right thing, but now it’s clear that I wasn’t. I pushed my boy away in his time of need, when he required my reassurance that I was attracted to him. I made him think that something was wrong with him, that the feelings he had about me that lit up every part of his body were unnatural.

The only unnatural one in our relationship was me. Turning him down. He was ready, waiting, eager for me this entire time.

I bring my hand to his thigh. "Once we take this next step, there’s no going back."

A tear slips down Calloway’s cheeks. "Daddy, I can’t take this anymore. Everything about me hurts. It aches. Please help me in some way. Take care of my body."

It’s time.

This is a huge moment for both of us.

I pause for a moment to look at my precious angel. Sitting beside me, his floppy hair falling delicately across his smooth forehead, thus excited, thus eager to experiment with me, he looks like the product of my wildest dreams. Growing up, I sort of looked like him in a way.

As a young man, I wrote off guys like Calloway, assuming that I’d never be able to get with one. Instead of pursuing cute guys who were my type, I devoted myself to my career, forcing myself to get through law school. I sacrificed my young adulthood to make my partners at the law firm rich (those same bastards who stabbed me in the back) instead of pursuing what made me happy.

Now, it’s obvious to me that my career aspirations came at the expense of that which mattered most: my heart. All I wanted was a boy like Calloway to love, a boy to dote on and spoil. I was a manly man, always an alpha in the law office, the one who commanded authority that everyone deferred to, but my strong, protector side didn’t have its complement. A pretty boy to dote on. A man so perfect and sweet in every way that just helping him brush his teeth would put me over cloud nine.

It’s crazy that Calloway is in my life.

I’m honored. Lucky. Privileged to be his Daddy.

After both of us have held out for so long, he’s ready to take the next step. To see what I, with all my raw desire, can do for him.

"Fucking hell, Calloway. Lean against me and rub your head on my chest."

"What are you doing, Daddy?"

"Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. For you. As if Daddy hasn’t noticed that hard dick between your legs all perfect waiting for him to wrap his lips around. Stroke off. Bring to an orgasm."

I'm so glad Calloway gave me permission to talk dirtier around him. I've been staying prim and proper for far too long, and it's time to be more myself.