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The realization that BJ is horny rams into me like a wrecking ball.
Well, this is something I didn’t see coming.
I wrap my arms tight around BJ. "Tell me what you dreamt about."
"Diggers." BJ says this proudly, puffing his chest out. Yet also a bit too matter-of-factly for my liking.
I crook a brow down. "Be honest. Were you really sleeping?"
BJ nods. "Of course."
"Don’t lie to me."
A look of fleeting hesitation flits across BJ’s face. "I was half-sleeping. Drifting in and out. Don't ask me what I was thinking about, please. Let’s just leave it at diggers and nothing more."
Very curious, indeed.
Bringing my fingers to my chin, I try to figure out what BJ could’ve been thinking about. I invent a scenario in which he strips out of his coveralls, and clings to me totally naked. Tears well in his eyes, and as he clutches my shirt with his fingertips, he begs me to please take him to a construction yard. I’ll do anything.
I rip my fingers away from my chin, grumbling as I shake my head in an attempt to dispel these naughty thoughts from my mind. That’s not what BJ was thinking about. Not by a long shot. He probably wasn’t thinking about sex at all, innocent lil’ thing that he is.
Hell, I doubt BJ even knows about sex. Everything about him is as innocent as a rainbow over a construction set, and I’m not going to be the one to spoil him.
He was giving himself rubbies with Bob, but that was only by accident. Probably. I doubt he’s even aware of what rubbies are.
I pat BJ’s bum. "You never have to hide who you are from me. I love honesty."
BJ squirms in my arms. He brings his thumb to his lips, then sucks it. "I suck my thumb when I’m nervous. Right now, I don't want to feel nervous, but I am."
I watch as his lips swallow his thumb, as it goes in and out of his mouth. Sonofabitch, his lips are so red and plump, juicier than candy cherries.
I tilt his head up and issue him a stern look. "Boy. Never feel nervous around me. I’ve been in the scene for quite a few years, and I’m cognizant of all the things good boys get up to when they think their Daddies aren’t paying attention. I’ll pretend you’re not the innocent thing you are and that you know a thing or two about the naughty side of life. What a Daddy and his boy do together is no one else’s business besides theirs. As long as they’re both consenting."
BJ shakes his head. "Hard limit. Red light. Don't want to talk, please."
Wow. He’s aware of the traffic system.
I smile, then massage his bum. "I’m so proud of you, boy. Thank you for telling me your limits."
Lots of boys hesitate when it comes to speaking out when they’re uncomfortable. They go through with anything because they wrongly assume their partners will break up with them if they don’t. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Daddies—or at least the good kind—honor and cherish their partner’s consent. If the slightest thing makes them uncomfortable, they want to stop immediately.
That’s what was so hilarious to me about Calloway and Greyson’s love story. Calloway was basically screaming green light (even though I know they don't use the traffic light system), and Greyson wouldn’t budge. He was so concerned he’d do something Calloway didn’t want that he let Calloway be horny for far longer than he needed to.
As rumor had it, Calloway was ready to fuck Greyson the very first time they met up. He expected Greyson to make a move on him, or to at least ask Calloway to suck his dick. That’s what many of the Daddies Calloway had spoken to on apps had done. He assumed Greyson was cut from the same cloth.
Greyson was so respectful of his boy’s wishes that he basically turned into a monk. At least for the first eleven months of their relationship. Now, Calloway and Greyson are lovers in every sense, and they meet all of one another’s needs.
BJ sniffles, then clings to my arm like a baby sloth, one that’ll topple out of a tall, tall tree in the jungle if he doesn’t hold on tight. "I’m sorry I red-lighted. You didn’t give me permission to."
"A Daddy never needs to give his boy permission to safe word. What a Daddy needs is his boy’s consent."
BJ shoots me a quizzical look. "You keep saying Daddy. Are you my Daddy?"
I nod, then smile. "Yes, I think I am. That is, if you’d like me to be yours."
"Do you want to be mine?" BJ is perplexed. "Because I’ll be honest, you’ll be the first Daddy—no, the first man—who’s desired that. Most don’t." BJ snorts. "Sorta like you the first few months you knew me. You thought I was too much."
"Yep, I want to be your Daddy." I can’t help but snicker. "Let me be frank, BJ. I kept turning you away because I thought someone was setting me up." A sigh escapes me. "Lots of boys aren’t comfortable with my size. I’m a big fluff ball, with a ton of me to love. I took one look at you and said, There’s trouble. I couldn’t take my eyes off you even though I pretended to push you away."
