my only option for helping Sam explore his little side, and so we could start to figure out what he was into. And when his eyes lit up, I couldn’t help but throw whatever it was that caught his eye into the cart.
“You shouldn’t have bought so much,” Sam protested as we loaded the last of the bags into the cargo area of my SUV. “I don’t even know if I’m going to like all these toys and you’re going to have to find space for them.”
“It’s not all toys,” I pointed out. I wanted to start building a wardrobe for Sammy’s little time. No, there wasn’t specific attire that was required, but I thought it might help for him to have something other than the clothes he wore on a daily basis. For now, that meant knit shorts and graphic tees that were a size smaller than he told me he wore. The image of his shirts riding up to show his belly had my dick perking up.
And then there were the undies. One huge benefit of his slight stature was we were able to find clothes for him in the boy’s section rather the men’s, and that meant there was a huge selection of brightly colored briefs with fun prints on them. He’d blushed when I’d asked if he preferred boxer briefs or the regular briefs; apparently, talking about underwear preferences wasn’t something he did often.
We hadn’t talked as much as I’d hoped to and that was, unfortunately, something that couldn’t be avoided much longer. I wanted to respect Sam’s boundaries, and I would, but I also wanted to see if we could start playing. I’d never been one to take things slow, and I was starting to realize that if I let things progress at Sam’s pace, there was a high likelihood a snail would pass us.
Sam smiled up at me when I helped him buckle up. I cupped his cheek, debating if it was too soon to kiss him.
Fuck it.
I moved in slowly, giving Sam plenty of time to object. Instead, he tilted his head back, placing his hand on my forearm. His eyes fluttered closed and that was all the invitation I needed. I pressed my lips gently against his, backing away before either of us could try to deepen it. “So sweet. So perfect.”
Sam snorted. “I’m far from perfect.”
“But I have a feeling you’re perfect for me,” I clarified. As soon as we got back to the house, we’d be discussing a few more rules. Sam wasn’t going to get away with self-deprecation if I had anything to say about it. He wanted a Daddy who was a mix of loving and strict, and that’s exactly who I was. “Let’s get home so you can do your homework.”
I closed his door and rounded the front of the SUV, peeking at him through the windshield. He was staring straight ahead, and when our eyes met, he smiled at me. I shit you not, the boy took my breath away. This was more than I’d hoped for so quickly, and I decided the best course of action was to not give Sam any time to second guess himself.
“I know you’re not ready for sex, but how do you feel about intimacy?” I asked as I pulled onto the freeway. Not an ideal ice breaker, but it was something that needed to be discussed. I wanted to take him home and get him changed, but if he wasn’t comfortable with me seeing him naked, that could throw a wrench in my plans.
“It’s not even so much that I’m not ready for sex, as it’s something I haven’t given a whole lot of thought to,” Sam clarified. He stared out the side window as he started wringing his hands. “I’ve always known I was different. First, I was a girl to the outside world, even though that’s not how I felt. When I came out, my family accepted me as I am now. But I’m a gay man who doesn’t have the same parts as most gay men. It’s a deal breaker for a lot of guys.”
“Lucky for you, I’m not those other guys.” I reached over the console and took Sam’s hand. “I’m perfectly willing to follow your lead here. If you’d rather wait on certain things, all you have to do is tell me. But if there are things you want to try, tell me and we’ll make it happen.”
“But what if you don’t like it?”
“I