Wex pulled me with him as he sat up against the headboard. He was choosing his words carefully. Finally, he placed his hands on my hips. “Have you done any exploring of your body?”
I shook my head. “Nothing aside from jacking off.”
He didn’t laugh or even smile. “Okay. Toys?”
The eye roll I gave him made him smile. “You know that.”
“Sweet boy, I mean exploring your anus and rectum, not playing with toys. Sex toys. There are a lot of nerves down there that feel damn good when they’re stimulated.” He pulled my body closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Do you do those things to yourself? Do you have toys?” It was a surprise to me that someone so sexually confident would touch himself in that way.
Wex grinned. “Let’s get in the shower. First, I wanna show you something.” He opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a cloth bag. “I put my things in here because I have a cleaning crew who comes through, and I don’t want anyone touching my stuff when I’m not here. I hope they respect my privacy.”
I moved off him and sat on the bed next to him. Wex opened the zip bag and dumped a bunch of stuff on the mattress. “These are the things I was referring to.”
He picked up a black plastic circle. “Cock ring to keep me from coming too soon. Anal beads for when I want to penetrate myself and have a long masturbation session.” They were pink.
“This is an anal vibrator with a prostate tickler. It’s a hell of a fucking orgasm, sometimes hands free.” It was a small black dick-shaped thing with a weird extension. He turned it on and held it against my palm. It tickled.
The last thing was silver with an opening and some sort of rubber inside. “This is a Fleshlight. You put some lube in there and use it to jack off. It feels unbelievable.”
I’d never seen anything like what he was showing me. “Where’d you get these?”
“Sex shops and online. You’ve never seen these things, have you?”
I felt as if my face was going to catch fire. There was an entire world of sex toys I’d never heard of or seen. How fucking lame was I? What he was saying about self-exploration had never occurred to me.
I lowered my gaze to the bed. “No. I haven’t. I didn’t know it was okay to do those things.”
Wex stood and held out his hand for me. “Sweet boy. I have a lot to teach you, and I look forward to every single second.”
I smiled. “Me too, Daddy.”
Chapter Sixteen
Wex
“And let’s get off here. There’s a fantastic diner just up the street.” I held out my hand for Perry to get off the bus tour we were taking. We had on and off privileges, and I was having a fantastic time.
Seeing the city through Perry’s gasps and grins gave me an entirely new perspective on the wonder that was New York City and Manhattan in particular. Itwas as if I was saying goodbye to my favorite places because I knew my heart was going to lead me elsewhere—not that I couldn’t visit New York with Perry anytime we wanted.
I was having fun with my boy in the West Village. I’d given him my phone to take pictures since his phone was shitty. I’d be upgrading it when we got back to Arlington.
We stepped off the tour bus, and I led him to a fantastic diner on 2ndAvenue. The food was amazing, and I loved going there. It wasn’t far from The Playground, where I enjoyed hanging out when I was in town, and I was happy to bring Perry along.
The plan was for us to eat a late lunch, do a little more sightseeing nearby, and stop by the club for a drink. I wanted to expose my boy to the Daddy/boy environment before we went to the camp. According to the website, there were a lot of activities for couples, not all of which were Daddy/boy couples, but they seemed to be geared to trust building. I believed it would benefit us, but that remained to be seen.
“How long have you lived in New York? At some point you lived in Virginia, right?” We were perusing the menu outside Trina’s Diner.
I opened the door for Perry and touched his back to guide him inside. We were so much better matched than I ever thought I’d find in life. I needed him and wantedhim to need me. The sex we’d had earlier in the day was only a preview of what we could have. He was looking for someone to love him, and I was the man for the job—or so I hoped.
We ordered two specials, and I put some coins into the little jukebox at the table. “Pick your favorites,” I said.
Perry flipped through the music choices and punched in the code for an old Coldplay song I loved. “Fix You.” His gaze caught mine, and I took his hand. “You wanna fix me?”
My sweet boy glanced down. “I’m hoping maybe you can fixme.”
“I don’t see anything about you that needs to be fixed. You’re a beautiful young man who needs to know that he’s loved. He’s cherished. He has people who support him. I want to be those things for you, Perry.”