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“That feels good.” A strangled whisper.
The bulge in his underwear grew.
I rubbed the cream in well until it was only a dull shine on his skin. “More?” I asked.
“Right where the elastic stretches,” he whispered.
“All right.” I kept my voice low, but my breaths were coming faster. “We’ll have to take those off.”
“Yes. Okay. Help?”
“Of course.” I took a shallow breath. My fingers curled underneath the waistband. Tugged.
Kit lifted his hips to assist.
Beautiful.
His cock and balls were neatly shaved. He was no stranger to this sort of play which he obviously liked. He was hard, his erection curving up toward his belly. The veins stood out, blue against dark pink skin.
“I could help you shave next time. It’s one of my favorite things.”
“Oh, Daddy, yes. That would be—” He let out a whoosh of air.
My forefinger found its way to the smooth skin next to his balls. “Here?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He was almost gasping.
I dabbed more cream on my forefinger and brushed it against him. The skin, shaved bare, was silken.
“Daddy, it’s cold.”
“Sorry, baby boy. It will warm up.”
“It gives me electric tingles.”
“My touch?”
“Yesss.”
“Where?”
“Um.” He put his palm over his mouth.
I moved the finger of my clean hand along the underside of his cock from base to tip. “Here?”
He heaved a huge breath. “Daddy.”
The tip was wet, and I rubbed it around the crown. “Tingling there?”
“A lot, sir.” He rubbed hard at his face, then fell a little to the side, mouth open.
“Do you need to be told this happens? Of course, boys get stiff like this. It’s why they have daddies. Their daddy takes care of them, including that burning, tingling feeling.”
I set the cream aside.
Kit’s eyes were wide as he watched me. “I think I’m maybe a bad little boy, Daddy.”
“No. Not for this. Why would you think that?”
