Page 94 of A Little Bit Naughty

Daddy grinned. “Everywhere? Do all of your little boy parts need to be soft and smooth?” He didn’t look worried. He looked greedy, like Izzy was a cupcake with chocolatey frosting to lick up.

Izzy nodded earnestly.

There was a snick of a lid, and then Daddy’s warm dry hands were tracing up his legs again and over his hips. “Let’s see if this part needs some lotion.”

Izzy whimpered under the cool slimy gel and Daddy’s confident hands. The so-good-tingly feelings were racing all over his body, like robot butterflies.

“Mmmm… It looks like you do. What’s this part, baby boy?”

Could he really say it? He’d been waiting for so long. “My weewee,” he whispered. “It’s very, very tingly.”

“I can see that.” Daddy sounded so mature and confident while he was making Izzy go crazy. He stroked up and down, two fingers and a thumb getting him just right. “It looks like your weewee needs a lot of lotion.”

“Yes, Daddy!” His hips arched off the bed, pressing up against Daddy’s touch. “Oh, more Daddy!”

“I like your weewee, baby boy.” Daddy’s voice was husky and his eyes were glowing like stars. That must mean it was true.

Izzy took a deep breath and said the other thing he’d been wanting to say for a long time. Ever since Daddy mentioned it in the restaurant, the first time they ate dinner together. He’d been turning it around in his mind like the smooth rock he always carried when he thought of Daddy. “Daddy, why is my weewee so little?”

Saying it was even better than he imagined, naughty and innocent at the same time.

Daddy must have thought so too, because he groaned and swallowed hard before answering in that calming Daddy voice. “Your weewee’s so little and cute because you’re just a little boy. When you’re big, it can be bigger.”

Izzy moaned as Daddy’s slippery fingers kept stroking him. Thinking of it that way made everything feel right in his head somehow. He didn’t need to feel like his body was made all wrong, because his little weewee was special. Just right for his little side. And just right to give Daddy that hungry look in his eyes.

Izzy was adorable and he knew it. “Daddy? Do you have a weewee?”

“Oh, fuck. Baby boy…”

Izzy smirked. This was a very, very good game. “You said a bad word again.”

“Daddies can say bad words. Especially when their baby boys are asking naughty questions.”

Izzy whimpered. Daddy’s fingers felt so, so good, and it already felt like Izzy was floating away on his adoration.

“But Daddy doesn’t have a little weewee,” he continued in that deep, caring voice. “Daddy has a big, grown-up cock.”

Now it was Izzy’s turn to groan. “Can I see it, Daddy?”

“Anything, baby.”

Daddy pushed down his underwear, revealing his throbbing, red cock.

“Daddy, it’s so big! Why is it so big?” Every word Izzy said was driving them both higher.

“It’s so big because I’m a Daddy. I need to have a very big cock to make my baby feel good.”

Now the tingles were everywhere, all through Izzy’s chest and down to his toes.

“How Daddy?”

“Well, maybe your weewee would like to make friends with Daddy’s cock.”

Izzy squeezed his arms around himself, because otherwise he was going to explode right off the bed. Just pop like an Izzy-shaped balloon. It was like Daddy had looked inside his head and seen every dirty, sexy thing that he loved. “Make them be friends, Daddy.”

Daddy leaned down, his whole weight pinning Izzy’s to the mattress, but Izzy felt like he was floating. Daddy’s lips brushed against his, then kissed him deeper, like a treat. “How did you get to be so perfect for me, baby boy?” Daddy breathed against his lips.

“I just came this way,” he giggled.