“Waffle,” I say, gesturing to the food. “Eat before it gets cold.”
“Yes, sir,” he says, and salutes me, a mock serious expression on his face. I kiss him and then we eat together, after which I take our trays and return them to the kitchen.
“Shower with me?” I ask him, poking my head in the bedroom door. He smiles and jumps off the bed. We make our way to the bathroom and strip. We decided to keep condoms and lube in the bathroom to make things easier and we’ve used them a few times already. The other day we had a bath together and it was wonderful. We lit candles and had bubbles, and soft music playing. I sat with Charlie resting between my legs. It was intimate and relaxing, and absolutely perfect. It ended with my giving him a handjob that was out of this world. I still can’t get the image or the sounds he made out of my head. The way he reached back and gripped my neck, the way he moaned “Papa Bear”, the bruises his fingers left on my thigh. I love pleasuring him, and finding new ways to do it is one of my favorite things.
It seems like we’ve fucked in every possible way this past week. I’ve taken him on the kitchen table, which I never thought I would do, given my penchant for cleanliness, but Charlie makes me crazy and I can’t help myself when it comes to him. I did wipe it down thoroughly afterwards while Charlie laughed. I’ve blown him in the hallway, the kitchen, and fucked him countless times in bed, and I’ve loved it every single time. Sex with Charlie is my new favorite hobby. To say I crave him is an understatement.
I grab the bottle of lube once we’ve stepped under the water. His eyes widen and his cock perks up. “May I?” I ask.
He nods and turns around, jutting his perfect little ass out for me. Fuck, yes. I love it when he presents himself to me, like I fucking own him. He’s mine. All mine. I slick my fingers up with lube and slide one digit into his tight hole, moaning as I do. Heat surrounds my finger as I move inside him, stretching him, his hands resting against the shower wall. He moans so loudly I almost wish there were someone else in the house to hear him, to know what I do to him.
“Love the sounds you make, sweetheart,” I croon, and he comes alive. I’ve learned pretty quickly how much Charlie thrives on praise, in and out of the bedroom. And I love praising my boy. His cries become even louder as I insert a second finger and he shoves his ass back against me, his head bowed, the water cascading down his back. I press kisses to his spine and watch as he shivers under my touch, his legs spread. I reach lower and grip his balls, giving them a tug. He mewls and I scissor my fingers, making him gasp and cry out, his body shaking.
“Oh, god,” he whimpers. I press my cock against his backside and it’s fucking glorious. No condom. Just skin on fucking skin.
“Lube,” I tell him. He’s so far gone he barely registers my words but he grabs it and then gazes at me, his head resting against the shower wall and his eyes half lidded. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.” He squirts the lube into his hand and begins to stroke himself while I insert yet another finger inside his hole.
He spreads even wider, one hand braced against the shower wall, the other gripping his cock as I peg his prostate over and over with my fingers. “Fuck, yes, Papa Bear,” he whines.
“You’re so pretty, Charlie,” I tell him. “You feel amazing sweetheart. I love this hole, baby. Love your ass. Love hearing you fall apart for me.”
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whines. “Right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Yes. Yes. I’m so close.”
“That’s it, baby,” I tell him, pressing my erection against his ass so he can feel what he does to me, my hand wrapped around him and resting against his abdomen to keep him steady. I move my hand up and grip his throat gently, then whisper in his ear, “Come pretty for me, sweetheart.” He explodes, his head falling back against my shoulder as his orgasm races through him, his hole clenching beautifully around my fingers. I reach up and cover his mouth to keep the water from falling into it as he howls. I growl in approval as he shakes with the aftershocks of his release.
He stays in my arms as I wash him, planting gentle kisses against his bare skin and reviving him. Then he turns me around and strokes me from behind until I’m spraying all over his hand and my stomach before he does the same for me.
We dress and head to the salon. Charlie is so fucking cute in his white skinny jeans with holes in the knees and a cropped T-shirt that readsI’m A Delightacross the front. He’s been experimenting more with his makeup. He went simple today, just eye makeup and lip gloss, but it’s amazing. He wears a deep green eyeshadow, and the mascara and eyeliner around his eyes make them pop. On his lips is a red shimmering gloss. God he’s gorgeous. His hair has gotten slightly longer too, which makes him look even more stunning.
I’m not going to lie, the salon experience is a new one for me. I’ve never stepped foot in a salon before, other than when I went to get the gift card. But it seemed like something Charlie would love, and I wanted to share the experience with him. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me when he tells me he’s never done this before either. He says he tried nail polish once after the incident in the second grade, and it didn’t go well when he forgot to take it off before he got home. I don’t ask for details but I have a pretty good idea of what “not well” means.
Well, today my precious boy gets to indulge and have his nails done however he wants, with no one telling him he’s wrong or making him worry that he’ll get abused for it later, because he’s mine, and I will always keep him safe. I will always let him be himself.
When we get inside, the woman behind the counter smiles at us and gestures for us to sit in the chairs for the pedicures. While I’m a little nervous, Charlie is practically beaming. He’s taking in this whole experience and it’s making any amount of anxiety I’m feeling absolutely worth it.
We take seats next to each other and I can’t help relaxing into mine. It’s insanely comfortable, and I get even more excited when I realize I can get a massage while they do my toes. Charlie starts pressing all the buttons and lets out a little “ooh” sound when it starts massaging his ass. I can’t help laughing.
“Thought you got enough of that before we got here,” I tell him, and he gapes at me. I flush but can’t help smiling.
“Please choose your colors,” the woman says as she comes over with samples of polish. There’s another lady with her, this one quite a bit younger. The younger one sits in front of Charlie as he peruses his options.
“Is it okay if I don’t get a color?” I ask.
“Of course,” the older lady replies. “We can do just the treatment.” I nod. That sounds perfect.
Charlie lets out another “oooh” when he finds a color he likes and shows the young lady. “That one,” he says. He shows it to me and I smile. It’s a deep green with silver sparkles that matches his eyeshadow. It’s perfect. I smile at him and he beams at me. There’s a part of me that wants to kiss him, but we’re too far apart.
The young woman smiles and nods. “Good choice. It will be lovely on you. Same for your fingers?”
“Yes, please,” Charlie says. He turns back to me. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” I say, reaching over to take his hand.
* * *
I’m lying on my back on the couch and Charlie is on top of me. We haven’t stopped kissing since we got home. After our mani/pedis we went out for lunch. Then we did a little bit of window shopping. We held hands the entire time. He was bummed about the fact that his Keds hide his newly painted toes, but at least he got to show off his fingernails.
He’s been smiling all day and I can’t get enough of it. My hands rest on his bare back as his lips slide against mine over and over. My jaw is sore but I can’t stop kissing him. He’s fucking addictive. We’re both hard but we’re not taking things further right now. This is enough.
