19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Scott
M orrie was quieter than I believed he would be when he was playing. There was no smashing of block towers and no things being dumped onto tables without Perry’s boldness involved. Instead, he sat quietly with a blank piece of paper in front of him, a blue crayon in his hands. On the table, he’d lined up a bunch of small plastic ocean creatures from a tub beneath the table and every so often he’d pick one up, turn it over in his fingers then put it back down. Despite having said that he’d like to play with the things the club had bought for the older littles, he didn’t seem to be having much fun tonight.
“Are you going to draw?” I asked, gesturing at his paper.
“I don’t know,” he replied, reaching for his box of apple juice. He took a small sip, then placed it back on the table. “I don’t know what I want to do.”
“Too many options?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe you don’t want to be blitzen tonight?” I offered, reaching for his crayon and taking it from between his fingers.
He looked up at me as I tucked the crayon back into the box, his eyes filled with uncertainty and a hint of caution. “What if I said I didn’t? Would that make you mad?”
“Not at all. You don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be, Morrie.”
“I don’t know what’s going on with me,” he sighed, leaning back in the booth. He ran a hand down the black t-shirt he’d chosen to wear tonight and sighed again. I’d suggested that he bring his onesie to change into, but he’d been adamant that wearing anything but a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt would make him uncomfortable and I’d followed his lead. Maybe that had been the wrong thing though, because he was having serious trouble with letting himself sink into his little space.
He reached for his juice box and sucked the last of it down, throat bobbing as he swallowed. When he put the box on the table, he leaned forward to rest his head on his hands where they lay on the table, nose to nose with a plastic whale.
“What’s that one called?” I asked, reaching out to touch the blue plastic of it.
“Sperm whale,” he responded, with a hint of a laugh. “They aren’t really blue either. They’re kind of a white color.”
“You have a real thing about the color blue.”
Morrie laughed softly, shaking his head. “I like blue just fine when it’s the right color for things. Like this whale. The blue whale? That is the right color for it.”
“What if it isn’t? What if blue whales are actually orange?”
“They’re blue.”
“Maybe spaghetti penguins are orange,” I offered, with a grin as Morrie reached out to grab a small fish.
“Spaghetti penguins aren’t real, Daddy,” he admonished, with a small smile curling his lips at the edges. He moved the fish in front of his face, then slid it away with a sigh. “This isn’t working. I don’t think I want to play tonight, I’m sorry.”
“Sweet, brave Morrie. There’s no need to be sorry. If you don’t want to play, then I’m not going to force you for my sake. I like all of the parts of you, remember?”
“Yeah,” he replied, lifting his head up from his hands. “I just don’t know. My mind can’t let go of things and I can’t seem to distract it. My therapist said that some people use ageplay as an escape from adult life to a time when things were easier and less stressful, but I can’t get to that escape tonight.”
“Are you worried?”
“I don’t know what I am.”
I hummed for a moment under my breath, watching as he slumped into the booth, his smile gone from his handsome face. With a deep breath and the knowledge that I could be slapped away for what I was going to offer, I leaned back in the booth and opened my arms. “Do you need to cuddle maybe?”
Morrie turned to look at me, uncertain and hesitant. “I don’t know. I don’t cuddle.”
“I get the sense that you might,” I replied. “With someone who you knew wasn’t out to hurt you. I won’t hit you Morrie, or smack you with a belt. My care is the truth and I hope you’re learning that.”
“Yeah,” he whispered. He went silent for a few moments before shuffling closer to me in the booth. His knee pressed against mine and his body leaned into my side. I carefully put my arm around his shoulder and gave him a firm squeeze, feeling him melt the tiniest bit into me. I rubbed his shoulder with my hand, pressing into his muscles as much as I could at this angle. A massage settled whatever he had going on before and maybe he needed to be touched like that again. His hand came to rest on my thigh as he leaned into me even more, pressing himself against my side as I rubbed at his shoulder. I leaned my lips down to press a firm kiss to the top of his head and he sighed, though this time it was a little bit happier than the noises he’d been making before. We sat in silence and stillness for a few moments, the only sound around us the Christmas carols Ambrose’s boy was plucking away at on his guitar in the corner. I got lost in the tones of Jingle Bells and the warmth that was Morrie beside me for a few minutes before he shuffled where he sat and brought my attention to him again. I glanced down in time to see his scruffy reddened cheeks as he pressed his hand on the crotch of his sweatpants.
“Fuck,” he whispered to himself.
“Are you hard?” I asked, bending my lips to speak into his ear.
“Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on, but you smell good and you’re warm and I don’t know…”
Heat flooded my body as I watched him press down on the crotch of his pants again, shuffling where he sat. “Maybe playing with toys isn’t what you need tonight. Your body seems to have other ideas.”
He snorted a laugh, then hitched a breath as he pressed against his pants again with his hand. “Maybe.”
“Maybe we should go home and see what ways we can make you feel good tonight instead of staying here.” Morrie lifted his head from my shoulder and leaned back to look into my face. I could see the need in his eyes and the heat turning his cheeks red as he pressed again at his cock. He nodded his agreement, then I gestured to the toys on the table. “Clean up the table first, then we’ll go.”
Morrie moved both of his hands to the table top and began picking up the toys he’d brought out, placing them in the box on the table in front of him. He leaned close to the table and I glanced around at the fairly empty room around us. It was a quiet night at The Red Door, the weather clearly was keeping people away, but that quiet meant I could take a small chance. I reached my hand over to where Morrie sat, placing my palm on his thigh. He jumped a bit, startled, then looked at me.
“Is this touch okay?” I asked, pressing my hand against his leg firmly.
“Yeah. Tortoise,” he replied, swallowing hard.
“You keep tidying up, Morrie.” He glanced down at where his thigh was beneath the table, then nodded slowly before picking up a plastic fish. As he placed it into the box, I moved my hand to front of his sweatpants where his hardened length met my palm. Carefully, I wrapped my hand around him as best as I could through the sweatpants, feeling him press forward into the cradle of my grasp.
“Daddy,” he whispered, gripping the toys in his hand tight. He turned to look at me with wide, heated eyes and I smiled back, moving my hand on his cock.
“Clean up your things,” I reminded him, as his hips punched forward slightly, slipping his cock into my hand a bit more in the circle of fabric that surrounded it.
“Fuck,” he whispered, but he continued cleaning as he’d been told to do. He was skirting the edges of being an adult and being his little self, and while I would stop if it became what he’d told me he didn’t want to do, I paid close enough attention to his responses to know that this touch was wanted.
When the table was clear, I moved my hand away from him, listening as he let loose a soft, impatient noise. “Should we get home?”
“Fast,” he commented as I slid from the booth.
“As fast as we can in this weather,” I agreed, my own cock hard beneath my jeans.
The drive home took longer than it should have due to the slippery roads. Morrie kept shuffling in the passenger seat, impatiently jittering where he sat, but he hadn’t made a move to touch himself while we’d traveled. Now that we were back at the house and in the bedroom though, it was a different story entirely. Morrie had made quick work of shuffling out of his winter clothing in the entryway, then had rushed to the bedroom as soon as everything had been put away properly. Now, he stood beside the bed, hand in his pants stroking his cock as I stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders.
“Don’t come,” I whispered, pressing my hands firmly into his skin. “Not yet.”
“I’ll try,” he whispered back, soft moan leaving his lips.
“Why don’t you take all of those clothes off, brave boy, and let me take care of you?”
He nodded, then pulled his pants and underwear down before even reaching for his shirt. His cock popped free, the head of him flushed and reddened, beads of precum pooling at the very tip. Kicking off his pants, Morrie then reached for his shirt as I ditched my own clothes, stripping to just my boxers. Reaching past him, I grabbed the sheets on the bed and pulled them back, tossing them on the floor as he watched, clearly amused.
“You’re being messy, Daddy,” he teased.
“I’m being impatient,” I corrected, standing at the edge of the bed in my boxers. “On your back, my brave boy?”
Morrie nodded and crawled onto the bed, his cock swinging between his legs. He flopped onto his back, and spread his legs a little bit, reaching down to take himself into his own hand again. I climbed onto the bed beside him, reaching for the lube in the bedside table and watching as his eyes slid shut and his head tilted back into the pillow beneath him.
“Can I touch?” I whispered, uncapping the bottle and slicking my hand.
“Yeah,” he replied, opening his eyes to look at me. “Please touch me, Daddy.”
“Trusting is hard, but you have to know I'm so proud of you right now.” His cheeks flushed a little bit at my praise, and his lips parted slightly as I reached down and took his cock into my hand for the first time. I stroked him slowly and firmly, feeling him press up into my hand as he let loose a soft whimper of pleasure and need. “Tortoise?”
“So much tortoise it’s not even funny,” he blurted.
I laugh softly, stroking his cock a few more times before moving my hand to cup his full balls. He moaned as I cupped them gently, letting them rest in my hand for a few moments. Morrie parted his legs like he knew where I was heading and I slid my hand down, brushing a fingertip over his puckered hole.
“Do you like things in here?” I asked, pressing against the opening with slow, sure movements.
“Sex has never been an issue,” he offered.
That I already knew, but this was different. It would be different than any other time he'd been with someone and he needed to know that before we went any further. “Sex has never been caring before, but I care Morrie. I care about you and I care about making you feel good. Is that tortoise for you?”
He hesitated a moment and I stopped rubbing between his cheeks, giving him time to think it through. If he didn’t want where this was likely heading, there were other ways we could pleasure each other and I was ready for him to admit that it was too much.
But he didn’t.
“If you mean it,” he whispered back, meeting my eyes. “If you are being true and you don’t mean to hurt me, you can care about me.”
“Morrie, I do. I am being true with you. I promise.”
“Okay.”
“Ready to let me show you the truth of how I feel?”
I slipped off the bed, watching as Morrie’s eyes met mine. He nodded, eyes full of heat as he looked between my eyes and the crotch of my boxers. I slid them down, freeing my own hard length, and kicked them off before crawling back onto the bed to explore Morrie’s skin some more.
I had learned over the course of getting to know him that it wasn’t that he didn’t want touch, he craved it, was desperate for it, but it had to be right. It had to be solid and firm. He wasn’t a flighty boy and he couldn’t handle butterfly light touches on his skin or being held by people who made him feel trapped. Encouraged by the way he was looking at me with his beautiful eyes and how he was spread out before me, not moving away, I reached for his cock again. Once I had him in my hand, I gave him a few firm, slow strokes until a small whimper of need left his lips.
“Roll over,” I said, needing him on his stomach. He followed my direction but I caught him before he could flop down right onto his tummy, making him stop on his hands and knees as I watched his dick swing between his legs. “I changed my mind. Don’t move.”
“Make up your mind,” he grumped at me, though I could sense the tease in his tone.
I resisted the urge to give him a tender smack on one of his butt cheeks, certain that that would be a step too far for him, though I was tempted. His ass was like a peach and I just wanted to take a bite of it but I resisted that as well. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to the small of his back before reaching to grab the lube again. I slicked up two fingers, then dropped the lube to the bed beside his knee in case I needed more. With careful, sure movements, I reached between his cheeks and brushed my fingers over his entrance, gaining a small squeak from his lips and a shiver of his body for my efforts. I touched that spot again with a little more pressure this time, then ran my finger around the ring in a circle before moving back to press against it again.
“It’s been a while,” Morrie mumbled as his front half fell to the pillows, his crimson cheeks almost matching the deep red of the sheets beneath him.
“I’ll go slow.”
Keeping my promise, I pushed into him slowly, watching his face for signs of pain or discomfort as I slid the tip of my finger into his warmth. His breaths came a little faster for a moment so I stopped moving, but as they evened out again I pushed inwards more, feeling him tight around my finger. I pulled out slightly, then delved back in, his body opening to the intrusion, welcoming me inside. Soon, I was moving in a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of him with ease, so I added another finger, spreading him wider than before, Morrie panted a bit into the pillows as I spread my fingers apart, asking his body to loosen up and let go even more for me. My own cock lay in my lap, hard and angry at the lack of attention, but this wasn’t about me and I needed to remember that. I wasn’t under the impression that some good sex could cure everything that had been inside his head tonight at the club, but this was the best I could offer at the moment and it seemed to be what he needed right now.
When he felt like he’d loosened up enough around my fingers, I carefully slid free of him, watching his body slowly close without me inside it. I leaned over and grabbed a condom from the same table I’d taken the lube from, then tore it open and slid it over my cock, giving myself a few strokes as arousal rippled through me like wave. Morrie on his knees waiting for me was a beautiful sight and I stared at him for a moment, committing the image to memory until he opened his eyes and gave me a confused look.
“Ready?” I asked, settling in behind him and grabbing the lube. I slicked myself up, unwilling to risk hurting or tearing him, before placing my cock at the very edge of his body.
“Yes,” he whispered.
Pressing forward, I felt the head of my cock bump up against his clenched hole. I reached up and placed one hand firmly on his back, right at the base of his spine as I moved into him for another try. “Relax, Morrie. Let me in. It’s okay.”
With a small whimper, he pushed out as I pressed in, the head of my cock sliding into the tight grip of his heat. I exhaled a deep breath, lingering where I was for a moment until I felt the need to slide a bit more into him. Morrie made a soft noise that I took to be pleasure as I rocked forward, opening him up around my length.
“Good boy,” I murmured, pulling out of him only to delve back in deeper. Soon, I was buried in his body, reveling in the feel of him wrapped around me as I fucked into him with measured, firm thrusts.
“More,” he moaned. “I need more.”
I responded in turn, picking up my pace though making sure I bottomed out inside him with long, deep strokes every time. My pleasure leading the way for his, he started meeting me, his bubbly cheeks crashing against my hip bones as we thrust together in a rhythm he started setting for us. I tilted my pelvis a bit to see if I could find that one spot inside that would make him go weak in the knees and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan.
“There,” he cried out as I hit that spot again. “Right there.”
“I got you.”
“Please, Daddy. More. Right there.”
Morrie was a mess before me, coming undone on my cock and I wanted to keep pushing him, keep seeing him unravel. Sweat slicked his cheeks and his eyes were clenched shut though his mouth dropped open in a silent ‘o’ as I stroked into him longer and deeper, making sure to keep the right angle.
“I’m close,” he panted, his eyes shooting open. “Holy shit. I’m close.”
The moment the last word left his lips, he was already coming, his body spasming around mine as he shot onto the sheets beneath us. A succession of tiny, surprised “Oh’s” left his lips and I was fairly certain he’d never had an orgasm without a hand on his cock, given the sheer wonder in his eyes. That spurred me on as I chased my own orgasm, staring at his perfect, flushed cheeks and drooping eyes as he watched me right back as best as he could. Finally, with a groan, I got there, my own body stuttering inside of his as I spilled into the condom, my arms shaking where I gripped his hips and stars bursting behind my own clenched shut eyes.
Breathing heavy, I slid myself free from his body, making sure to hold onto the top of the condom. I gave him a smile and he returned it before I headed for the attached bathroom to ditch the condom in the trash and grab a cloth to wipe his heated up body down with. I gave myself a quick wipe down first, then headed into the bedroom with a clean, cool cloth for Morrie. When I returned, he was flat on his back on the other side of the bed, the wet spot right by his hips and his arm flung over his eyes.
“I’m tired,” he said with a yawn.
“Told you,” I grinned, watching as he dropped his arm from his eyes and looked at me. “Was it really alright though?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “It was. It was good. Uh… good touch. I never did that before. Without a hand.”
I gently wiped down his sweaty body, taking care to use firm strokes with the cool cloth. He mumbled happily as I cleaned him off and I regretted that he’d have to move so I could put fresh sheets on the bed.
“Do I have to?” he mumbled, frowning at me as I asked him to move.
“The faster we change the sheets, the quicker we can get to sleep.”
Morrie grumbled a bit at me, but soon he slid off the bed and started pulling the sheet off. He crumpled it in his hands and threw it onto the floor in a heap as I bit my lip. I was neat and orderly, always making sure that things were in the right place, but it seemed like asking him to fix it would be a waste of time and energy. It wasn’t a big deal really. It could stay there until the morning. I grabbed a clean sheet and added it to the bed, before Morrie flopped back down, pulling the blankets over himself.
“You coming?” he muttered, peering out over the top of the blanket at me.
I laughed softly, sliding into the bed and rolling towards him. Putting my arm around him, I held him tight against my body, feeling him relax against my skin as he drifted into sleep.