Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 12

12

Parker

A little curl of dark hair framed one of Kit’s closed eyes. His head rested on my chest. We had been watching a movie, but now his eyes were closed.

My entire body ached for him. Kit was my dream boy in every way. Physically smaller than I was, dark-haired, boyish and energetic. But it was more than that. Over the past three days, plus the meetings in the club and our one lunch date, we discovered a lot of the same tastes. Our likes, dislikes and how we approached our lives were a match. A great match.

The boy who’d sat on Santa’s lap had unwittingly brought Santa the very gift he’d always wanted. Damn did I want him. I’d been hard for him for two days.

We were taking things slow. We both discussed it. Wanted it. I loved him for it. At the same time, it was agonizing.

Daddy/boy dynamics were different for everyone. Most wanted sex, but it didn’t have to be all about that. Some people simply wanted to be diapered and put to bed with a pacifier and a stuffie.

Kit wanted more. I wanted more. As the daddy, I would make that decision. But my mind was fogged. Muddled. I wanted him now. Would it be too soon?

I held him like he was already mine. A done deal.

I tried to focus on the movie, but I kept losing track of it, thinking about Kit clinging to me on the ice, terrified of falling. Remembering how excited he was when I gave him the Christmas coloring books this morning. We’d shopped afterward and hid that we were buying presents for each other. It was a fun day.

Kit blinked awake, looking hazy. “Did I fall asleep?”

“It looks that way.”

“Sorry.” He lifted his head from my chest.

My arm tightened around him. “Don’t move. You’re keeping me warm.”

“Are you cold, Daddy?”

“The fire is only sparks now and I didn’t want to move to build it up.”

“I’m such a burden.” He laughed, showing me he wasn’t serious.

“If you are, I’ve found one more thing to like about you. I enjoy this. Sitting here with you in my arms.

“Me, too.” His muscles relaxed against me now that he knew he wasn’t a real burden.

“The forecast is for more snow tonight,” I said.

“I wanted snow for Christmas. One of my wishes came true early.”

“We can have our snowman tomorrow. Maybe bake some Christmas cookies.”

“I love that idea, Daddy.”

“Are you ready to go up to bed?”

“Hmm. I guess I already had a nap right here.”

“If you want to sleep here, I’ll have to grab more blankets.”

Kit sat up. “I’m just kidding. It’s my bedtime. I’ll be a good boy and go to your bed.”

He made it sound entirely too enticing. Or maybe I was still in my fog. Together we got up. I turned off the TV and hurried after him up the stairs.

As I had done for two nights in a row, I helped my baby boy get undressed and into his jammies.

He looked so beautiful standing before me in just his underwear. There was a definite bulge between his legs, as well.

“Underwear tonight? Or no underwear?” I had asked him each time. He always kept his briefs on.

Tonight, he didn’t answer.

“Baby boy?”

“I think—” He looked up at me, then away. “I think no, Daddy. They’re sort of tight and chafing.”

My heart flopped over in my chest. “Well, we can’t have that.”

Slowly, he shook his head but wouldn’t meet my eyes.

Time for reassurance. “It’s all right, baby. I’ll be gentle taking them off. Do you think you might need cream for the chafing?”

My ears buzzed when he answered, “Yes.”

My kink was in high gear. This exact behavior fed it into bright flames. Kit knew it and played on it, much to my delight.

“Don’t move a muscle, baby. I’ll be right back.”

I quickly went into the bathroom and got the diaper cream. It was great if there was real chafing, but safe for this sort of play, too. The tube was new, still in the box. It gave me a little thrill all over to open the box and hold the cool tube in my hand. Damn, I had it bad. Even if this didn’t lead to anything more than cuddling tonight, I would be happy. I would get to touch my boy. In all his private places.

I came out of the bathroom, seeing Kit in his underwear by the window. The panes were dark because the light in the bedroom was on. I hadn’t closed the curtains, and the Christmas lights on the balcony looked like little stars in the night.

Kit turned. “I think it’s snowing again, Daddy.” He put his hands to his arms. “Brrr. It’s getting colder.”

“I’ll turn up the heat a little before I turn out the lights. But first, you. We must take care of you.”

He rubbed his arms faster, grinning. “Yes, Daddy.”

Before I could say another word, he ran in his near naked state to the bed and tore back the covers. Jumping in, he sat up to face me. One eye was hidden by a curl of hair. His pert pink nipples had hardened, dark at the tips. His hairless chest rose and fell as if he’d run a lot further than a few feet.

I sat, still fully clothed, on the side of the bed. “Show Daddy where you’re chafing.”

His soft grip of my wrist led my hand to the inside of his thigh.

“There?” I didn’t see any redness, but it didn’t matter. Whatever Kit said, I would do as he wished.

Wordless, he nodded.

I opened the tube and squirted cream on my fingers. I brought my fingers to his inner thigh and made slow circles.

“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?”

“I—I don’t know. Is it naughty?”

“Hmm. A little, maybe. But there’s good naughty.” I stroked the tip again.

He hissed. “I don’t understand. How can naughty be good?”

I laughed. He was doing so well. My own cock was like iron at this moment.

“I think naughty can be good when there is consent, and two people feel the same feelings for each other and want that sort of private touching to happen.”

His response came on a sigh. “I want that.”

“I do, too.”

“I wanted it since I came here. Is that bad?”

“No. We talked, remember. We want to go slow.”

“I can’t take much slower, Daddy.” He let out a frustrated groan.

“Then it’s time for me to take care of you in this way. You’re very needy and this Daddy wants to help.”

“Yes, please.”

“For boys that are this needy, about to explode, the best way to help is a little sucking. It helps move things along. Then you can relax and explore more freely without so much tension.”

“Sucking?”

“Little licks, first.” I leaned down and licked where my finger had been. The tip of his cock was still wet, smooth and stretched, and pure honey to my tongue. I moved my tongue back and forth against his slit, and on the underside of the head where all boys were sensitive.

Kit gave a little screech.

I pulled back. “How does that feel.”

“Daddy, don’t stop now,” he whined.

“I won’t. I’ve got you, baby boy.”

I moved his cock upright and leaned over him more comfortably, sucking the head between my lips.

Kit’s hands went back to his mouth. He began moaning into them.

I loved sucking men. All sizes and shapes. Even before I had discovered my own kinks, I had done it a lot. I was a top and tops usually demanded the bottom suck them first. I never did. I had to suck my boys hard before I fucked them. It was my repertoire. Not acting. Not pretending. My reality.

I got Kit shiny and wet all over before using all my talents on him. I went down on him to the base and pulled up sucking harder. My other hand cupped his balls. His legs bent up and down. He started to shudder.

I felt the throb deep inside his shaft. His orgasm was imminent as his cock hardened even more for that final suck.

I went down to the middle, then quickly up. The tip erupted, juices flowing freely just as I sucked down again. I swallowed, letting the muscles of my mouth milk him dry.

Kit rocked his body, moaning. That sound made love to my entire being. I loved to make my boys moan.

I never spilled a drop. I was too good for that. When I was done, Kit’s cock lay depleted and pink against his thigh. His sweet balls relaxed against his taint.

I leaned back, adjusting myself. My cock was at angle and yearned to be freed from the confines of my pants and shorts.

I picked up Kit’s PJs. “Jammies on now.”

He was still in afterglow, his face dark and shiny, his lips drawn up into a drunken smile.

“You said you like to sleep naked, Daddy. Can I do it, too?”

I tossed the sleep pants aside. “I would love that. Can I sleep naked, too?”

His eyes were still half rolled up in his head. “You should do what’s comfortable for you, Daddy. Always.”

“Get comfortable. I’ll join you in a minute.”

“I went into the bathroom and disrobed. Peeing with a hard cock was always weirdly pleasurable for me. When that was done, I walked naked into the bedroom to put away my clothes. My cock swayed unconfined. Kit had me brain-muddled, but I could breathe better now.

Kit’s gaze was on my cock as I got into bed beside him. He snuggled right up to me. All that warm bare skin against bare skin caused my balls to shift. I reached up to turn off the lamp.

“Daddy, you have a very good body.”

I smiled into the darkness as his smaller body cuddled closer. His hand rested on my thigh.

“So do you, baby boy.”

His hand moved toward my balls. “Sometimes I need to suck before I sleep. I saw something I could suck.”

Before I could reply, Kit pushed the covers aside and stretched himself over me. His hand found my cock and squeezed upward. When his mouth closed over the tip, I lost my mind.

I could feel only that sensation. I knew I was in a bed. I knew my head tossed back and forth on my pillow, but my entire world had shrunk to that one appendage. Time began and ended with Kit’s mouth moving over me, sucking up and down, making little wet kissing sounds.

He was talented, I couldn’t deny it. His fingers played with my balls as he gave me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever experienced.

Pleasure coursed up my spin and down my thighs. It took over every cell of my body. When I couldn’t hold back, I gave Kit my one and only warning.

“I’m coming, baby. I can’t hold it in.”

He sucked harder, drinking me down, swallowing over the head of my cock. His throat muscles milked me dry, and he never once choked

I reached out petting his hair, mumbling over and over, “Good boy.”

He rested his head against my chest. It took a while for my heart to calm to its normal rhythm.

“Baby boy, if sucking puts you to sleep, you can do that any time.”

His smile pressed my pec. “Thank you, Daddy. I will.” His tongue slipped out and licked over my nipple.

I jumped.

He laughed. “Night-night.”