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‘You can stay, boy. You can definitely stay,’ Harrison said, his legs slightly unsteady as he moved back onto the couch and took a seat. ‘Sit next to me. Now.’
Benji eagerly hopped up onto the couch next to a satisfied Harrison.
But if Benji thought that the fun and games were over, he was wrong. Before Benji knew what was happening, Harrison reached over and pulled Benji’s pants right off, taking the briefs with them.
Benji’s erect dick was standing proud, and Harrison wasted no time before getting down to business. Spitting in his hand for lubrication, Harrison leant over and worked Benji’s cock in his hand.
‘Oh… my… Daddy!’ Benji said, his voice trembling with excitement.
It barely took a minute, but as Harrison jerked Benji off to satisfaction, Benji felt like he was in paradise. Harrison clearly knew what he was doing, but it was the chemistry between them that was truly getting Benji off.
‘Good boy,’ Harrison said, reaching over to the side table and picking up some tissues to clean Benji up. ‘But I think what we both really need is a shower. How does that sound?’
‘It sounds perfect!’ Benji cooed.
‘Shower and then a cozy evening together,’ Harrison said. ‘And that’s Daddy’s orders.’
If Benji thought the fun was over for the day, he was very much mistaken. Even the thought of being in the shower with Harrison was enough to get Benji’s spent cock hardening up again.
Coming to stay with Harrison was beginning to feel like the best decision Benji had ever made – it may have been a risk to drop things in the city so abruptly, but so far it felt like a gamble that was totally paying out!
Chapter 10
HARRISON
The kitchen was a hive of activity. Benji was busy hustling and bustling as he rummaged through the ingredients drawer looking for some spices and herbs he could use to come up with a perfect autumnal dinner for him and Harrison to devour.
Harrison watched on and smiled as Benji chopped up some fresh basil with the kind of knife skills that were way beyond his own far clumsier standards.
The boy’s talented.
Far too talented to be wasting it on silly videos.
He needs to be working in a kitchen, honing his damn craft.
Harrison was determined to not get too serious about things though. It was simply nice to share his kitchen with someone else. When it came to hanging out with his Daddy friends, be it upstate or back in the city, dinner was almost always in a restaurant. The truth was that Harrison didn’t use his kitchen much, often resorting to takeout if he didn’t have any evening plans.
As well as enjoying the upbeat and energetic vibe coming from Benji, Harrison was also very pleased with himself too. For the first time in as long as he could remember, Harrison had made some serious progress with his long overdue new novel.
Harrison wasn’t going to start getting too far ahead of himself, but it was beginning to feel like this damned novel might actually see the light of day one day in the not-too-distant future.
This made a big change from how things had been going over the last few years. Every time Harrison had got into even the tiniest bit of routine, something had happened to knock him out of his stride.
The most recent problem was that of Dean Hoffman. Harrison didn’t know exactly what it was that the Dean was so pissed off about, but it felt like the Dean wouldn’t be happy until Harrison was as miserable as possible.
Part of Harrison felt like Hoffman wanted to force him out of his job. It made no sense to him though. The students appreciated Harrison, he tried his best to make a fun and safe learning environment, and he was always willing to take time out to speak to them one on one about their work.
Pffft. Whatever.
Hoffman can kiss my ass.
Tonight is about having fun with the boy.
Harrison looked up from his notebook and inhaled. The smell of the oregano and other fresh herbs as they were being mixed into a big bowl of colorful salad was a delight. With some piping hot baked potatoes in the oven too, this was shaping up to be one hell of a meal.
‘Okay, I think we’re all set,’ Benji said, spinning around to face Harrison. ‘All we have to do is wait for the roasted jackfruit and we’ll be ready like a teddy.’
‘Ready like a teddy?’ Harrison said, arching his brow.
