bags. He pulled out a t-shirt, shorts, and one package of undies. I didn’t see why I couldn’t just wear the boring white briefs I had on, but Theron seemed pretty insistent and I hadn’t wanted to draw attention to us by arguing with him. “Are you still okay with me helping you get changed?”
“What I have on is fine,” I insisted. It didn’t make any sense to dirty another change of clothes when I’d just put these on before I left my apartment.
“For a college kid, yes, but I thought you wanted to be Daddy’s little boy today.” I hadn’t exactly said that in so many words, but I think both of us had known where things were headed from the moment I’d agreed to go out to dinner with him. And then I canceled. But then I accepted his invitation to come over here today, and I’d let him feed me lunch before cuddling up on his lap while we talked a bit. So maybe he was a smart Daddy and he knew what I wanted but was afraid to ask for. That could be helpful because I didn’t like asking for things all the time.
Theron slipped his hand into mine, stepping close enough I was able to smell the remnants of his cologne. “Was I wrong, Sammy? Do you want to wait until another time?”
“You already bought me all this stuff, so—”
“That’s not what I asked.” Theron’s voice was firm when he cut me off. “If you want to wait, I can put everything away and we’ll have it once we get to know one another a bit better.”
I shook my head. That sounded like the worst idea ever. I promised Maverick I was going to stop letting what happened with Anthony control my life, and that meant I needed to trust Theron. He wanted to be my Daddy and I wanted to be his little boy. There was no reason to hold back.
Except, he wanted to help me get dressed. And that meant he was going to see… I reached down, rubbing my palm against the front of my pants. I didn’t think he would laugh at my junk; that wasn’t how good Daddies behaved. But would he want to touch it?
Did I want him to want to touch it?
I’d lost count of how many times I’d closed my eyes and jerked off using my left hand, pretending it was a Daddy’s fingers manipulating my little dick. When I was alone, I wasn’t self-conscious about my growth down there. I was dang proud of it because that was mine. I might not look like other guys, but I definitely didn’t look like a girl, either.
Maybe Daddy would like my junk, too.
“Are you playing with yourself, Sammy?” Theron chuckled when I blinked rapidly, my mouth hanging open. I wouldn’t lie to him, but I also didn’t want to admit the truth. Yes, I had been playing with my junk and I was hard. It hurt. I wanted to be like some of the boys I’d seen at the club and straddle his thigh so I could rub one out. But he hadn’t given me permission for that. “You know, if you’re okay with it, maybe I could play with you since you’ve been such a brave boy for me today.”
“You’d want to do that?” I gaped at him again. He actually sounded eager about the idea of playing with my little dick.
I moaned, pressing against Theron’s hand when he pushed mine out of the way and cupped my groin. “Daddy’s been dying to see all of you since the other night. I know it’s something that’s new for us, but I can’t wait to see that precious treasure. When you’re ready, I’m going to give it kisses and blow you because that’s part of what good Daddies do.”
If he kept talking like that, he wouldn’t have to worry about it because I was going to come soon. I could already feel my briefs getting wet. It was uncomfortable. Yeah, Daddy changing me was definitely a good idea.
“I want that, Daddy,” I admitted. I closed my eyes, taking a moment to consider how it felt to call someone Daddy for the first time. It felt…right. Theron was Daddy. Maybe someday, he’d be even more, but for now I would take what I could get.
“Will you do that tonight?” I asked as Daddy led me through the house. The upstairs was a lot like the downstairs, except there were