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I keep staring at Greyson as I rub myself between my legs. Constable Charlie is on my lap, away from my dick, because I’d hate to subject him to such adult subject matter.

Greyson drinks in the sight of me. Then, he slides his hand between my legs and pokes the tip of my cock. "Someone’s hungry."

I moan, swooning into his arms. "Baby wants to be fed by Daddy."

TEN

GREYSON

The members of the Hug Club eat their popcorn, eyes glued to the big projector screen as Shrek 3 plays for everyone to watch.

We all shared our big group hug before the movie began. That’s my favorite part of Saturdays at the Club. Everyone gets together and wraps their arms around one another. No matter what kink or lifestyle someone is into, they put aside their differences and hug it out.

It builds wonderful camaraderie between all of the various guests.

Waxley and I enjoyed our lovely dinner of rainbow sprinkle pancakes. I sliced them into itty bitty pieces, forked them, and airplaned them to his mouth. He laughed, opening wide and closing his eyes as I fed him, and he asked me to please feed Constable Charlie, too. I was more than happy to oblige.

Nothing makes me happier than seeing my perfect boy play with my old teddy. It’s so nice that, after so many years, Constable Charlie is still loved.

Right now, I have something else besides my teddy, the movie, and the pancakes on my mind.

My eyes flit to the left, studying my boy out of my periphery.

He’s enthralled in the movie, his mouth lolling open. His eyes are thoroughly glazed over, which means he’s really paying close attention.

He won’t mind.

Will he?

If I do it?

He wants it.

He’d let me know if he didn’t.

Right?

After our conversation in the cuddle room, I know that Calloway is ready for adult activities with me. However, I’m still on guard about doing too much, too soon. We haven’t discussed limits or boundaries, and we need to before we go too far.

I smile as I loop a strand of his hair around my finger. "Hey, cutie. I want to ask you something—would you let me take the next step with you right now? You look so cute sitting here, and I'd like to pull out your cock and give you a cummy. Or even suck you for the first time, if that's what you'd like."

Calloway turns to me, then blushes. "You'd make me the happiest boy in the world if you did that."

I have his consent. His precious, wonderful consent. Hearing those two magical words means the world to me.

I move my hand to his crotch, then rub his dick over his onesie, which grows hard under my touch. The tip bulges, poking my hand as the shaft throbs. I study his onesie under the light from the projector screen, and can’t help but chastise myself for not realizing that it’s covered in little teddy bears. He’s been wearing Constable Charlie’s brothers on his onesie all day and night. I failed to make the connection.

Calloway really likes teddies. I'm tempted to laugh—it warms my heart.

My hand migrates to his balls. I rub his sack, feeling each precious orb over the soft fabric. He stares down the entire time, his eyes not paying attention to the movie anymore, but on what my hand does to him.

Calloway’s dick twitches. It strains against my palm, turning very erect.

Calloway clutches my arm. "It’s going to happen if you don't slow down."

I smile, then continue rubbing him. "Thank you for letting Daddy know."

I don't want to go too fast for my boy. After all, this will be an unforgettable moment for him.