I hum as his fingers run through my hair. He smiles down at me as he pulls away, his hands resting on either side of my head.
“Thank you for today. It was perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, and he shakes his head at me fondly before sitting up and straddling me.
“You know there’s a couple of things we need to talk about now that you’re staying for sure,” I tell him, my hands resting on his thighs.
He grins. “Getting my GED, and what was the other one again?” He puts his perfectly manicured finger to his lips and gives a mock quizzical expression, but I know damn well he knows what I mean. Little shit. I slap his ass and he chuckles, then leans down and presses a tender kiss to my lips again, humming into my mouth.
“Is there something you want to see me in?” he asks, brushing his cheek against mine.
I slide my hands inside his pants and under his briefs so that I come in contact with his bare ass cheeks. I stroke them with my thumbs and my cock thickens. “You know what I want, you little brat.” I nibble on his ear and he chuckles.
“I want to hear you say it.” He sits up, his back arched and his ass jutting out to fill my palms. I squeeze it. Damn, it feels good. A pair of silk panties against the back of my hands would feel even better.
“I want to buy you some panties,” I tell him, and he grins so big he looks like the fucking cheshire cat. I knead his ass cheeks even more, and he pushes his ass back into my hands, chasing the feeling. “You’d be so gorgeous in lace, Charlie, or satin, or silk. I want to see it all on you, and feel it, on my hands, against my thighs, and my balls, and my cock. I want it against my lips when I kiss your cock and feel you hard against me.”
His eyes darken and his pupils dilate. “Fuck, Papa Bear, you’ve got a dirty mouth.” He grips his cock through his jeans and squeezes and I suck in a breath.
“Wanna do some shopping?” I ask. He nods and slides off of me. After he asks me where I got the lacy thong he wore on our dinner date, I admit rather sheepishly that it came from Amazon, and while it wasn’t my first choice, I was on a bit of a time constraint. Prime shipping for the win. However, this time I’d rather find a site that is tailored to men’s lingerie, even if it means we have to wait. He grins and kisses my cheek, and we navigate to a site that excites us both.
After browsing for some gorgeous panties in different styles, fabrics, and colors, and adding several to our cart, we’re both so fucking horny that we end up trading blow jobs.
I can’t wait for the panties to get here. It’ll be a week, since it’s not Amazon, but I’ll survive. Until then I’ll just have to picture Charlie in them. My favorites were a deep purple pair with sheer lace in the back that will showcase his gorgeous buttcheeks, and satin in the front with a cute bow at the top. God, he’ll be so sexy. The hardest part will be wanting to leave them on and rip them off at the same time. He’s also getting a black satin string bikini, a deep blue silk thong, and a couple of floral designs that will look amazing on him as well.
After exchanging blow jobs, we look more into the GED. Charlie seems pretty excited about it, and he has saved up almost all of the money he’s earned since he started his job. I’ve insisted that he spend some on himself and he’s tried to pay me back for the phone bill, clothes and medical expenses but I’ve had none of it.
We sign him up for online classes that he can do on his own time, and he can start whenever he’s ready. It shouldn’t take more than a few months, so hopefully by the end of January he’ll have his certificate. I know he can do it. He’s smart and determined.
“One more thing,” I tell him once we’ve gotten that accomplished. “I still want to get you a car. It’s getting colder out and I don’t like the idea of you on that bike.”
He smiles at me. “I’m okay with that, if you let me pay for the gas and the upkeep as much as I can. I want to share in the expenses around here.”
“Then let’s go car shopping together after I get off work tomorrow, and hopefully we can find you something.”
He smiles at me and we head into the kitchen to make dinner together.
Car shopping the next day is interesting. After the first two dealerships make comments about us being father and son and we have to correct them, even though we walked in holding hands, we decide to forgo the hand-holding. We still haven’t discussed exactly what it is we’re doing or what we are to each other. I know we should. He deserves to know what he means to me, but I’m terrified of what defining our relationship will entail. I’ve stayed single this long for a reason, and I can’t bear to let Charlie down.
At least at the end of the day we come home successful. We found a decent used Honda Civic in a deep blue color that Charlie loves. It’s got around seventy thousand miles on it, but it’ll work for taking him back and forth to work, and I won’t have to wait up until midnight to pick him up when he has the later shift and then be up for work at six am. It’s really a win-win.
After dinner, we settle on the sofa, and Charlie props his feet up on my lap again. It’s become a nightly thing for him to ask for foot rubs (and kisses). Who knew that when I started doing it spontaneously it would become one of his favorite things. I love that we can trade massages. His back rubs are heaven and always make me feel better. And not just because half the time now they lead to more.
I take his foot in my hand asYou’ve Got Mailplays in the background, and rub it. He’s stretched out with his arm behind his head, dressed in what appear to be puffy harem pants, though he tells me they are yoga pants, and a white cotton, cropped camisole. I don’t care what the fuck you call them as long as I get to see him in them, cuz they’re sexy as fuck. He laughs at the movie. I press a kiss to his toes, partly because I know he’s waiting for it and partly because I love hearing his laugh and seeing him happy, and I want to shower him with affection. I watch his face and he grins at me, wiggling his toes, his way of asking for more. I press more kisses to his toes before I do something I haven’t done yet, but have been dying to do. I take his toes in my mouth and suck on them. His foot jerks, but he makes a pleased sound. I look at him and his eyes are lidded, his cheeks flushed. His cock is half hard and getting harder as I continue to suck and lick. It’s not his cock, but it’s still fucking addictive. I love having his toes in my mouth just like I knew I would.
“Fuck, Papa Bear,” he groans, his back arching. I see his dick twitch in his pants. “Why does that feel so good?”
I take his other foot in my hands and press kisses to his toes as I massage it, then suck them into my mouth, and his eyes close as he moans. He’s fully hard now, and the sight of his gorgeous hard cock in those pants is driving me insane.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he moans. I watch as he slides his hand down his abdomen, under the ruched waistband of his pants, and begins to stroke himself. Fuck, this is hot. I can’t believe I’m turning him on this much. My own cock is throbbing, and I slide off the sofa and onto my knees as I continue to work his toes into my mouth, moaning around them. He’s stroking himself harder, his hips undulating and his back arching, desperate whines pouring from his lips now.
“Charlie,” I growl around his toes. I slide my tongue between two of them and he lets out a sound that is somewhere between a wail and a gasp. It’s fucking everything, and my cock goes crazy, precum leaking down the shaft as it twitches obscenely. He opens his eyes in time to see me on my knees, my zipper undone and my hand working my length. My head is red and angry and I’m so damn hard.
“Fuck, yes,” he breathes, and jerks his pants down so that only his underwear covers his cock. His head falls back again, his eyes closing once more, and we jack ourselves as I lick and suck on his adorable, precious toes. I keep sliding my tongue between his toes because he goes insane when I do, his body jerking and spasming like crazy. I have to grip his foot to keep him from pulling away. He’s whining and his chest is rising and falling as sweat beads his forehead, his stomach sinking in.
“Shit,” he cries. I let go of my aching dick so I can take both of his feet in my hands, and when I’ve got them in my mouth at the same time he falls apart. His body shakes as his head falls back, his mouth open, and I watch as a glorious pool of cum floods his underwear.
“Roll over,” I rasp, and he does without question. I know I’ll regret the cum stains later but right now I’m too fucking horny to care. I kneel over him and jack myself until I’m crying out and spraying all over his back. Then I reach over and grab a tissue, wiping my release from him, before I collapse back on the couch.
