Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Oh. I liked that idea.
“I was so good, I should get to reward Dean too. I’ll share.” Yes. I’d been very helpful and hadn’t told anyone their idea was stupid. “You said he’s been good, right? He’s happy?”
He was certainly very still.
“Did he get floaty?” I had questions but I knew Master would answer them as soon as he stopped snickering. “I like being floaty. Did Dean like being floaty?”
He looked like he was having fun nuzzling Master’s dick…so that was probably almost as good as being floaty.
At the very least, Master liked whatever Dean was doing.
“How long have you been hard? Did you know there’s a word for being hard for too long?” There were words for everything. “A guy I think was trying to ask me out last year likes words. He kept telling me new ones.”
It would’ve been nice to know what he was doing back then, but I liked Dean and Tate, so it’d all worked out in the end.
Master finally managed to stop laughing and cocked his head. “Were the only words he told you all related to sex or penis-type parts in some way?”
Hmm.
“Yes.” Maybe he hadn’t just liked words? “I thought he was sharing his hobby, but maybe he was naughty?”
Master shook for a few seconds but managed not to giggle even though I wasn’t sure why it was so funny. “You’ve had the most interesting personal life of anyone who’s never really dated.”
“Thank you.” I’d mostly just ended up having to eat with people simply to be polite. “People are weird but I try not to point it out.”
I’d gotten to eat out a lot and there were always people to talk to, so I probably couldn’t complain too much.
“That’s probably the best way to handle it.” Master kissed my head before looking back at Dean. “It seems like both of my boys have had good afternoons, so I think rewards are a great idea.”
Yay.
Dean was mostly still and had kept his eyes closed, but he barely shifted his head to rub Master’s dick. It was just enough to send a shiver through Master, but I was pretty sure it was the kneeling and submission part that turned him on most.
Dean’s head was like a paperweight on Tate’s dick, so it couldn’t feel that amazing on its own.
“What kind of reward should we give Dean?” I liked going first but Dean had definitely worked harder to get his good boy status.
And I needed to be able to tell my mother I hadn’t been greedy all the time.
Just some of the time.
I was a work in progress…according to my mother, at least.
“Dean’s going first, huh?” Master gave me a cheeky side-glance that made me smile sweetly and try to look like the best boy ever. “That’s very sweet of you to think about him like that.”
Yep, I was smart.
“He’s been working hard. Staying still isn’t easy. Brains go fast and bodies just follow and he’s got to fight off the twitches and wiggles. He’s probably already started planning chores and dinner.” He had to be exhausted. “Do you think he needs a nap?”
Master’s head cocked and he studied me like I was one of the bug guy’s weird things. “I don’t think he needs a nap this late in the day, but if he’s tired, we’ll go to bed early. He is working hard, but I don’t think he sees staying still the same way you do.”
Hopefully.
“I’m going to remember how you see staying still, though, so thank you for explaining what you were worried about.” Master honestly seemed confused and grateful, so I didn’t question why he hadn’t already known that.
It was never polite to point out that someone should’ve already known an important fact, so I smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome.”
Master blinked a few times like he’d lost his train of thought before he’d found it again. “Okay, back to our discussion before we got sidetracked. How should we reward Dean for being so good?”
That was a hard question.
But it was a fun one too.
And just thinking about the possible answers made me hard…so he was probably hard too.
“I could use my mouth to make him orgasm?” Yes, that sounded much cuter than offering a blow job. “Or we could take turns giving his penis kisses.”
That could be fun too and sharing was always polite.
Hmm.
Dean moaned.
Master’s naughty grin came back to play. “I think that means that no matter what else we do, Dean would like us to play with his cock.”
Probably.
“If I was in his place, that’s what I would want…and maybe a massage or to be fucked? There aren’t any bad ways to come.” Some were just more interesting than others. “What do you think he’d like?”
It seemed like they’d spent a while just thinking and penis snuggling, so he might’ve had time to figure the answer out already.