“I already have you… I’m your Daddy.” I gave him the suspicious look he wanted as I turned over and narrowed my gaze. It got another giggle from my naughty cutie, but I hummed and played along as I pushed up on one arm. “I think you were sneaky. What did I agree to?”
Something that was still really funny.
Laughing, he collapsed over me and poked my chest and side. “Me. You agreed to me. Ha. I traded you, so you can’t worry.”
Huh?
“I can always worry.” I was really good at it according to my giggly boy. “It’s a Daddy’s job. You said so.”
When he was moaning about me worrying about what time he’d gone to bed.
“But you traded.” His giggles eased back but he was still pleased as punch as he sat up. “You traded.”
“You still haven’t told me what I traded.” I was going to ask more questions next time he sounded that reasonable. “You’re already my boy.”
So what did he want more than he wanted to hold his art set?
Doing a little happy dance, he pushed me over onto my back and straddled my hips so his ass was nestled over my dick.
My confused dick.
Up.
Down.
Up.
“Me.” Rocking his hips, he rubbed his slick hole over my erection. “I traded for me.”
The blanks were starting to get filled in… mostly because of the way his body was moving, not his actual words.
“You’re a cute toy, so I’m going to love playing with you.” Did that mean making love with me was on the same level as getting an art set? “How should we play?”
I probably shouldn’t assume even though I thought I knew what his plan was.
“Oh, I know.” I teased the end of his soft cock with my finger. “Kisses.”
He managed not to laugh as he shook his head, but it was close as he rocked his hips again. “Nooo… try again.”
“Hmm?” He was enjoying the game, so I knew my job. “A massage?”
Collapsing onto me, he nearly folded himself in half as he laughed. “A massage… an inside massage…”
Okay, maybe that was as funny as he thought it was.
I played dumb instead of laughing, though.
“I don’t understand.” Wiggling my hand under him, I poked his tummy. “Are you hungry? That’s inside.”
I was hilarious and clearly needed to go on the comedy circuit.
When he could finally breath enough to sit up, he shook his head as he reached behind him to stroke the end of my dick. “My bottom is hungry, Daddy.”
Okay, itwasas funny as he thought.
I wasn’t sure if Daddies should laugh at something like that, but just the way my chest jerked had him grinning likehewas the best comedian ever. Still, I had to double-check a few things, so I gently stroked over his cock. “Are we sure? This guy seems tuckered out.”
Nodding confidently, he wiggled again. “I’m all clean and I got banana’d.”
