Page 75 of C is for Comfort

“It’s especially hard being the new teacher. Not just to the school but to the profession as well. All the pupils know I’m fresh meat, so they’re testing me.”

“But you won’t be new next year,” I point out.

“No. So fingers crossed it’ll get a little better.”

“It will,” I say confidently. “It’ll get a little better every year until you barely even remember how hard it was at the start.”

“I hope so.”

“I know so. Until then, feel free to offload on me whenever you need to.” It’s only after I’ve said the words that I realise how that sounds—like I’m thinking of us as a couple in the long term. Maybe I am.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

We get off at my station and begin to walk towards my apartment at a leisurely pace.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you need to cut yourself some slack, sweet boy,” I say.

“How so?”

“I could be way off the mark, but it seems like you’re striving for perfection when you teach. Am I right?”

“I guess so. But I’m meant to be perfect, aren’t I?”

I shake my head. “Perfection is an unattainable goal. Aiming for it will only make you disheartened.”

“Then what should I aim for, Daddy?”

“The best you can be. The best teacher. The best dad. The best brother.”

“The best boy?” he asks with a soft smile.

“You already are the best boy.” I pull him close and kiss the top of his head. “My best boy.”

I let us into my apartment block, and we take the lift to my floor. Once we’re inside, I put my keys on a hook, and we both toe our shoes off and hang up our coats. Then I pull him to me, sliding my hands beneath his T-shirt so I can feel his soft skin as I kiss him.

“I meant what I said,” I whisper between kisses. “You can lean on me, Corey. I want to take care of all your needs.”

“All of them?” he asks with an amused chuckle.

“If you’ll let me.” I glide my tongue along his neck, skating over the bump of his Adam’s apple. “Tell me what you need right now.”

He tips his head back. “To feel you inside me, Daddy.” His voice is a needy whimper.

I push his T-shirt up and roll my palms over his nipples until they’re hard. His breathing becomes sharp, and I can feel the press of his erection against me as I work to turn him on. His hands slip through my hair and run over my back as I kiss every inch of his throat, eventually making my way back up to his jaw and finally his lips. My tongue tangles with his, and he moans into my mouth, the sound coming from the depths of his throat.

“Oh, Daddy,” he whispers. “I got my test results back.” He licks his lips. “They were negative.”

“Mine too, sweet boy.” I undo his jeans and push them down around his hips.

“We might need to get to the bedroom first,” he says with a chuckle.

I press him against the wall and hold him there with a forceful kiss as I push my hand inside his boxer shorts and caress his cock. I keep kissing him as I stroke his length until he’s hard and leaking. Then I kiss my way down his chest until I’m on my knees at his feet.

“Daddy?” He stares down at me, pupils wide, nostrils flaring as he breathes sharply.

“Relax, sweet boy,” I say before flashing him a grin. “Enjoy.”

I pull his boxer shorts down, freeing his cock. I take it into my mouth, looking up at him so I can enjoy the way his eyes roll back. He sags against the wall, chin raised. He strokes my hair and lets out small gasps as I bob my head back and forth, taking him deeper each time. He’s so beautiful as he starts to come undone. I use one hand to cup and roll his balls and grip his hip with the other. He stays still, letting me take complete control, though his hands do twist tighter into my hair. I don’t mind. I like the slight stinging sensation. It lets me know he’s enjoying the attention I’m lavishing on him and spurs me on. I take him as deep as I can and use my tongue to draw patterns over his length. He tastes so damn sweet.