In the last installment of Wedding Gift
In the first installment of Wedding Gift
I awoke to Toby’s soft breath between my thighs. It was hot and damp, made worse by the fact that I’d pulled the blanket over us. It must be like an oven under there.
Toby would need to replenish his fluids when he emerged.
I reached below the blankets but couldn’t quite reach Toby’s head. I was sure his curls would be plastered to his face with sweat, his own and mine. I was sweating profusely.
I shifted my leg to wake Toby, or at least alert him to the fact I was awake. He stirred and nuzzled under my belly, using his hand to push some fat aside, then buried his face, snuffling and grunting as he found my cock. I closed my eyes and put my hands behind my head, looking up at the ceiling, marveling at the luck I’d received when Eric hired Toby for our wedding night.
I groaned and opened my legs wider as Toby snaked his finger between my ass cheeks, searching. He’d never find my hole with the length of a finger. I tossed the blankets off.
Toby popped his head up, looking concerned.
“Daddy?”
“No, no … you were doing wonderful. Daddy just wants you to eat his ass.”
Toby grinned at me. I was right, his hair was fucked up, greasy, and stuck to his head; his face even had a sheen of perspiration. It didn’t seem to bother him in the least.
“Help Daddy roll over.”
Toby got out of the way and guided me onto my knees with my head still on the pillow. It was an awkward position; I wouldn’t be able to maintain it for long.
The first thing I felt was Toby’s hands doing their best to push their way past the folds and rolls of my ass. Toby was a brave boy, though. The first tickle with his tongue thrilled me.
He licked and probed, then backed off and breathed, then descended again, diving past my sweaty flesh, which must be odorous after being under the warm blanket.
It didn’t matter to my boy that he was getting nasty down there. That he’d emerge stinking like sweat and ass. I was his daddy, and his sole purpose in life was to please me.
Toby reached one hand through my legs and tugged on my dick like I was a cow and he was milking me. I wasn’t into it. The motion only reminded me that I had to pee.
“Enough.”
Toby emerged from between my ass cheeks and moved away so I could get my feet on the floor. After a few false starts, I managed to get to my feet. “Follow me.”
He was still well regressed, even after napping, and crawled down the hall with me to the bathroom. Once I sat on the toilet, I called him over. He came right over to me and sat between my legs and rested his head on my knee, while stroking my shin.
Everything Toby did, every instinct of his, was perfect. He was a natural little. I petted his hair as I relieved myself. I would need a shower to clean up, but right now I just wanted to wash the sweat off Toby’s skin and hair and have some fun with him before dinner.
Toby sat on the bathmat in front of the sink as I pulled up my sweatpants. He crossed his legs and watched me start the tub, then clapped his hands together when I added bubble liquid.
The next items to go into the tub were some plastic boats, pouring cups, and letters that would stick to the tiles. Toby was so excited that he pulled himself up to his knees at the edge of the tub. I took advantage of his position and stripped off his clothes and diaper.
He immediately threw his leg over the edge of the tub and tumbled in before I had a chance to help him. I reached for his arm beneath the rising water and helped him up.
He came up sputtering from the water; his hair and face covered in bubbles.
“You need to be careful for Daddy.”
Toby wasn’t listening. He sat his butt down and started zooming a boat up and down the water. When the water reached a good height, I shut off the tap.
“That’s a police boat. Do you know what sound they make?”
I smiled as Toby tried, unsuccessfully, to make a police siren sound. I decided he was distracted enough, so I got the shampoo and started on his hair. He kept flinging his arms up, trying to stop me from scrubbing. “Behave, Toby, or Daddy will have to spank you.”
Toby lowered his arm, picked up one of the cups to pour water, and made a game of pouring water from one cup to the other. While he was busy with that, he let me wash him.
We still had enough time before Eric called us for dinner, so I twisted and retrieved a basket from the bathroom cabinet behind me. In it, there was an assortment of dildos.
I lifted the basket to the edge of the tub. “I have more toys.”
Toby’s eyes grew wide, then he took one … and it went straight into his mouth. He sucked and sucked until he started looking sleepy again. I took it from him, jolting him awake.
“Daddy wants you on your hands and knees like a puppy.”
That made Toby scramble. It seemed he liked make-believe. Not only did he go on his hands and knees, but he also barked like a dog and waggled his little bum like he had a tail.
“God, you’re precious.”
I gave his butt a smack to stop him from wiggling. I gathered up some of the bubbles and stroked the dildo in my hand. They made it slightly slippery, but I still needed to use some soap.
It lathered up nicely.
“Now, be a good boy and don’t try to get away.”
Toby nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”