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"Daddy’s got you, baby boy. You’re safe with him. You’re going through a bit of an emotional release due to your first time receiving head, and I’ve got you. I’ll snuggle you for the rest of the night and be your pillow to cry on. Your big Daddy teddy to hold so you know that you’re safe."

I sit beside Calloway, then drape my arms around him. He sobs for a bit, then gentle snores emanate from his mouth. His hair flutters up and down with every breath, and when I place my hand on his heart, I can tell it’s nice and restful.

I gave Calloway his first blowjob. Oh gods, this is the most precious moment of both of our lives.

He’ll grow more confident with each gift that I give him. When he’s finally ready to give me the ultimate gift, I’ll hold him exactly like I do right now, ensuring that he knows I’ve got him, that I’m not letting a single thing happen to him.

I can already tell that I need to hold off a bit. Precious Calloway thinks he’s more ready than he is, but I won’t make love to him until he’s at least twenty. We’ll stick with blowjobs and other gentler activities for the time being.

The movie ends, and Wren and Waxley pick the next one we’ll all watch. Calloway is still snoozing, so I keep him right where he is, not waking him. I let him drift through dreamland.

ELEVEN

CALLOWAY

I release as I run my pencil over my assignment, my lemonade flowing out of me. My eyes don't close at all, not like they used to in the past. When I was still dealing with the trauma from my dad giving me panic attacks.

I continue pouring my attention into my work, giving my all to this math problem, not letting my wetness distract me.

Greyson enters from our shared bedroom. He spots me at the table, then smiles.

He walks to my side, then rubs my lower back. "I’m sure glad I put you into your diaper this morning."

"Me, too, Daddy!"

Greyson moves his hand between my legs. He presses into my diaper, checking to see if I’m using like a good boy, or if I’m only teasing him.

I clench hard, then let out a bit of lemonade. Except my cock is hard, and so it accidentally throbs under Greyson’s touch.

I grip Greyson’s arm. "Oh, Daddy. I think I’m going to have a cummy. It’s happening so soon, I was going to wait until we were alone tonight, but my wee has other ideas."

Greyson smiles, letting out a laugh as he massages my hard bulge. "You know there’s nothing wrong with that, baby boy. This is your sanctuary, and you can do whatever makes you most comfortable here. Close your eyes, study, and wet yourself, or even have a pleasure moment with Daddy if you choose. By the feel of it, you’ve been hard for a while, sweet one. Daddy can feel your cock throbbing, and in Daddy’s opinion, it seems as if you’ve needed Daddy’s helping hand for quite some time."

I peer at Greyson over the nub of my pencil. I’m trying to hold off, I really am. Good boys don't give over to their carnal needs so quickly. They wait, stay patient, and hold off until their Daddies can assist them. I’d never want to drive Greyson crazy by needing too many releases. Gods, that’d be embarrassing.

That’s when I check myself. "Hey, Calloway. No shame, remember? That’s what you and Daddy agreed upon at the Hug Club two weeks ago. You’re safe in Daddy’s house, and with him by your side, you never have to worry again. Let him address your needs if that’s what you want. You’re already hard, so you might as well allow him to please you."

Greyson rubs my thigh, which sends tingles up my spine. "I’m proud of you for working on that positive self-talk we discussed last Tuesday night."

I pivot toward Greyson. "I’m ready when you are."

Greyson tugs the elastic bands of my diaper apart, then works the front open, and pulls out my cock. He plants his mouth on it, not even giving it a stroke or two. I groan, watching his mature lips bob up and down on my length, swallowing it whole. I mean, it’s not the biggest accomplishment in the world to suck the entire length. I’m not nearly as big as he, which, every time I think about our discrepancies, gives me warm fuzzies.

Greyson swishes his tongue around my crown, which causes a caterpillar of heat to wriggle up my body. I pant, my eyes glazing over, tufts of my floppy hair falling into my eyes that I don't bother to bat away. My breathing grows tense, and I work my wee harder into Greyson’s throat, pumping my hips.

Greyson smacks my cock on his tongue. "That’s right, boy. Use your hips like Daddy told you to last week. Demand your pleasure. Do what you need to feel wonderful inside. Roll your hips, cant them. Shoot your cummies straight into Daddy’s throat. Daddy won’t mind if you paint his throat in your cum, baby boy. His job is to swallow every droplet."

I cry out, tears raining down my cheeks as I pump my hips faster. My nipples turn hard, and my toes clench as I fuck Greyson’s mouth with unhinged abandon.

"I can’t control myself, Daddy. My cummies are going to come out. Oh, please, keep your mouth right there. It feels so good. So good on my hard wee."

I bust out my cumshots straight down Greyson’s throat. I wail as it happens, my body quivering on my seat, my toes curling. Hot shots of cum fly out of me, hitting the back of Greyson’s throat exactly like he ordered.

Greyson keeps my length in his mouth the entire time. He sucks my cum up slowly, taking it deep into his belly, imbibing all of it. His steady, firm tongue swirls around my glans, swiping across my pink ridge, capturing everything.

He doesn’t let a single minuscule droplet trickle onto the floor. That’s what a good Daddy always does, in my estimation. He craves my taste so much that he makes sure he takes down everything. No excuses.

I watch his scruffy, mature jaw clench around my cock. The thought that this man is so much older than me does something to my insides.