18. Emory
When are you coming home?
Vinnie was impatient for my arrival, and I suspected he wanted me to give him a bath and feed him dinner. He enjoyed it when I spooned food into his mouth and told him what a good boy he was.
Today was unusual in that I had in-person meetings. Working from home, I usually conducted my meetings online.
I’ll be there in thirty minutes if the traffic isn’t too bad.
I was eager to shower the dust and grime of the city off me and enjoy the evening with my boy and Tippy. Our kitten’s antics always amused us and kept us entertained, even when we were trying to watch a movie.
Traffic was awful; typical Friday evening of cars bumper to bumper, and I was fifteen minutes later than I’d told Vinnie, though we had texted while I was stuck in the car, not moving.
He flung open the door before I could insert my key in the lock. He was beaming and bouncing on the balls of his feet as he did when he was excited. Much as he loved me and enjoyed having me home, there had to be some other reason for overabundance of enthusiasm.
He gave me a quick hug and bounded into the living room. He didn’t yell, “Ta-da,” but he may as well have, because the expectant look on his face told me there was something different about him or our home.
Tippy was meowing at my feet, and there was a jingling, but I was glancing around the room, trying to pick up on whatever Vinnie wanted me to see.
“You have three guesses, Daddy.” Vinnie was standing on tippy toes, his cheeks spotted with pink.
“You’re wearing a new shirt.” I was grasping, because other than that, I didn’t notice anything different.”
“Ummm, yes, Daddy. It’s one I bought ages ago.”
His almost disappointed reaction had me wondering what else I needed to see.
“Ummm. You emptied the dishwasher.”
His crestfallen expression wasn’t the one I’d hoped for.
“I did, but that’s not it.”
Vinnie’s gaze rested on our kitten. “Tippy wants you to pick her up, Daddy.”
I bent down, and that was when I saw it. Our little girl was wearing a new collar, one with a bell and her name on it. Not just Tippy. There was another name as well.
“Third time lucky. Tippy has a new collar, a special one.”
“Yes.” Vinnie clapped. “Do you like it?”
“I do. It’s beautiful. Did you have this made?” Our kitten had her name added to the sparkly pink collar.
“I wanted her to know she really is part of our family.”
“I love it, and I’m sure Tippy has given lots of purry kisses to say thank you.” I took Vinnie in my arms and we hugged, almost squashing our kitten. “We are a family, and I look forward to years of waking up and going to sleep with you.”
“But I have another surprise,” Vinnie mumbled against my chest. “Not as exciting as Tippy’s collar.”
“Let me guess. You tidied your closet drawers.”
Vinnie giggled. “No, but yes, I did that, but it wasn’t interesting.” My boy hated keeping his section of the closet organized. But we had a schedule on our tablet, and I’d only had to remind him a few times.
I sat on the sofa and pulled him onto my lap. “Do I have to guess or are you going to tell me?” I didn’t have another three guesses in me.
He nuzzled my teats that were protruding through my shirt, and I pulled it up and he latched on. He suckled one side while I smoothed the hair off his brow, and when he was done, I turned him around so he could suck the other teat. His lips glistened, he licked around his mouth, his eyes glazed and drowsy.
When he pulled off, milk dribbled over my chest, and he lapped it up.
“My friend, Joel.”
“What about him?”
I was hoping I could carry him into the bedroom and we could enjoy naked time. I’d met Joel once when he dropped something off for Vinnie. He’d seemed kinda shy, but our interaction was too brief to get much of an impression.
“He’s been looking for a place to live, and I told him next door was vacant.”
No one had moved in when Vinnie left because there was a leak which had damaged the ceiling in the apartment underneath, and the plumber hadn’t been able to locate it until last week.
“He came to look at it today, and he’s signing the lease tomorrow.”
I was glad Vinnie would have a friend close by. Since starting our relationship, we hadn’t socialized much.
“Great.”
Vinnie licked a droplet of milk from my teat. “Can we help him move his stuff? Just from downstairs to here. He’s hired a moving van and is packing everything himself.”
Despite Joel earning an excellent salary, he was saving for a mortgage and wanted to pay less rent than he was presently.
“Sure. Sounds as though he’s serious about cutting down on expenses.”
“Okay, I’ll tell him.” Vinnie sat up and kissed me before running his tongue over my lips. I savored the taste of my milk as it flooded my mouth.
My cock swelled, and my boy giggled and ground his bottom over my bulge.
“I don’t want to talk about Joel anymore.” His finger curled around my nipple, and my tongue probed his lips until he allowed me to enter.
“Mmmm, Daddy,” he mumbled as I stood and carried him into our bedroom.
Placing him on the mattress, I removed my clothes. But Vinnie fumbled with his zipper, and he whimpered that he couldn’t do it.
“Daddy, I need your help.”
“I’m here, my darling boy.” After removing his shirt, I lowered his zipper. “Lift up your bottom.”
“Like this?” He raised his hips, and I shimmied off his pants and briefs.
He grabbed his dick and slid his hand up and down. But I nudged his hand away and replaced it with my mouth, licking the tip of his cock.
“Daddy, I love you. Don’t stop.”
“Never!”