Trust in Me - Quinn Ward Page 0,35
not forever?” His voice cracked. I cupped his cheek when he looked up at me with pleading eyes. “You really want to help me go potty?”
“Absolutely,” I responded without hesitation. “If you’re going to be my little boy, it’s my job to meet all of your needs, not just the ones that are sexy or playful. Do you want me to help you now, or should we wait on that?”
“Now, please.” His hand shook as he slid it into mine. He held on a bit tighter than absolutely necessary, like I might run off if he let go. I looked away when he sat down on the toilet, not because I was disgusted, but because it seemed best to give him that small bit of modesty.
It took a few seconds before I heard the steady stream hitting the bowl. That’s when I freaked out. Did he wipe after he was done? I had to imagine he did, but would it be intrusive to offer to help him with that? Would he get offended and run out of my house before realizing he was naked from the waist down?
“Daddy, I’m done.” He looked up at me, smiling broadly. He glanced over at the roll of toilet paper on the wall then back up to me.
Okay, so I guess we were doing this. I pulled off a few squares, bent down, and reached between his legs. He giggled and lifted his bottom off the seat. After dropping the paper into the toilet, I flushed and led him to the sink. Yes, he was going straight into the bathtub but that was no excuse to ignore hygiene.
I stood behind him, both loving and hating the way he pressed his butt against my dick. The little shit absolutely knew what he was doing.
“It’s not nice to tease Daddy, little one,” I warned him as I squirted soap into his hands and rubbed them together. We quickly rinsed them off and I grabbed a towel to dry them.
Because he still wouldn’t quit wiggling his bare bottom against my dick, I decided two could play that game. I held him by the hips, backing us up far enough he’d be able to see everything I was doing to him.
“I’ve spent all day walking around with a hard-on because of you,” I admitted as I slid my hands to Sammy’s hips. “Knowing what a mess you made in your undies earlier, when I was telling you about different things, was hot as hell. I bet you’re messy now, too, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” he whimpered. I slid one hand to his front, brushing my fingers along the sides of his treasure. I knew calling it his junk wasn’t uncommon, but I hated that term for any part of his body. He rocked against my palm as my fingers slipped lower, gathering his natural slick. “Please, Daddy. Feels so good. I’ll do anything you want if you get me off. I’ve been a good boy today. Please!”
Yes, I loved reducing him to a babbling mess. When his head fell back to my shoulder, I reached up, turning him far enough to capture his lips in a kiss. I wasn’t being sweet or gentle—I was too far gone for that. I forced my tongue between his lips when he gasped, savoring the taste of him as I swallowed his cries.
When I began to pull my hand away, Sammy leaned back, standing on his tiptoes to keep us connected. “Would you let Daddy shave you? I think you’d be even sexier if your treasure was on display for me every time I take care of you, instead of buried away where I can’t see it.”
“Whatever you want, Daddy,” he cried out. Goddamn he was turned on. There were definite advantages to his body. Since he’d told me it wasn’t a dysphoric area for him, I slipped my finger deep enough to brush against his front hole. Feeling it contract had me ready to bust my nut. Oh, the things I was going to do with him once he was ready…
“No, baby. This has to be for both of us. There are times to do what Daddy wants because you’re a good boy, but this isn’t one of them. I’ll only do it if you want me to,” I explained, feeling like I was walking a tightrope.
“You really think I’ll be sexy if I do it?”
I pulled my hand away from his groin, spinning him around to face me as I backed him