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Chapter Nine

Kyler

I benefitted as much from Roen’s bedtime stories as he did. No longer did I slip out once he soundly slept, but I curled around him and joined him in slumber. The last couple of nights have been some of the best night’s sleep I’ve had.

“Good morning, sweet Sprite.” I pressed my lips to Roen’s forehead, and his eyes fluttered open. “There you are.”

“Morning, Daddy.”

He wiggled and stretched and landed half on me. “Let’s go back to sleep.”

“It’s our last day.” My heart fell knowing tomorrow he’d leave. It was hard to remember he was coming back when the leaving part of that was at the forefront of my mind. “Do you really want to spend it in bed?”

“Uh-huh, I can think of lots of fun things we can do from here.”

“Naughty boy,” Roen’s hand grazed my erection as his poked my thigh. “If we’re late we’ll have to do the walk of shame to breakfast.” With his hand on my cock and his lips pressed against my neck, all rational thoughts vanished.

My god, this boy made me feel so alive.

“Mmm, hmm,” Roen moaned into my mouth as our lips met.

“You win. Pants off.” I scrambled to slide out of my boxers without giving either of us a bloody nose. My boy wasn’t as cautious and nearly knocked me out as he whipped his pj’s off and launched them over the bedside.

“Oops, sorry Daddy.”

I gave him a growly side-eye and he giggled, clearly not buying into it. “Cheeky boy.” Roen’s laughter filled the room as I tickled him.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” he chanted.

How I’d love to be buried deep inside him when he next chanted those words.

In time, Kyler. You’ll know when it’s right.

“Now,” I tucked him beneath me, our naked cocks rubbed together. A zap of electricity lit up my spine. “Where were we?”

I took his mouth in a searing kiss, and he thrust up. Fear of having lost my sexual mojo was washed away by Roen’s wanton moans.

“Good boy, let Daddy hear you.” I firmly wrapped my hand around both our cocks and gave a rough tug. “You make the sweetest sounds. I can’t wait to hear you when we finally make love.”

“These sounds are new and just for you.”

If those aren’t words that ignite your soul, you are well and truly dead inside. Every word he said fueled that raging fire. Every sound he made was like gasoline as the flames raged. Never had a lover had such control over me. I couldn’t wait to give Roen all I had.

Grinding, stroking, all the while our lips barely left the others. Gentle kisses had quickly escalated to wild, as the heat intensified. Gasping for breath had never been so sensual and erotic.

Every glide of my hand elevated the need for release. The base of my spine sizzled as I teetered on the edge. Taking care of my boys’ orgasms this week and leaving mine had clearly caught up to me.

I lost all concept of time as I stared into those beautiful brown eyes. Roen bit his bottom lip and moaned. “Daddy,” he gasped. His cock throbbed in my hand as warm come spilled over and triggered my orgasm.

“Roen,” I covered his moans with my mouth. My tongue wildly danced with his as we rode the waves of the aftershocks. Fucking hell, if frotting was this intense with him we may need a vacation after we make love.

“See, Daddy, wasn’t that worth staying in bed for?”

“Indeed, it was, my sassy boy.” I stole another kiss. “Let’s get cleaned up. I’m starving.”

“Nice of you to join us.” Of course, Mark had to be the first person we ran into when we entered the mess hall. He loudly sniffed the air when we passed him on our way to the food tables. “Probably should’ve showered first.” The damn fool cackled as he wandered off.

“I need a new best friend.” Roen snickered at my comment. “At least they left us some food.”

Most of the families had wandered off to enjoy their last day before the final festivities tonight.

This afternoon Mark and I would move the tables in the mess hall to the side and clear the floor for the sleepover area.

There’d be games with prizes and karaoke to keep them busy.

The littles could dance and sing their hearts out until they passed out on the sleeping bags we’d bought.

We decided to lay down egg crate foam first, so they had a bit of padding beneath them.

Hopefully that will be enough. Wood floor was a cruel bitch to sleep on once you hit a certain age.

The mommies and daddies were welcome to stay in the army-style cots we were setting up or in their cabins.

Mark and I would be here for the entirety of the event with the group to ensure they didn’t get a wild hair and wander off in the middle of the night.

That would be a dangerous nightmare to contend with.

“I haven’t even shown you your new home. Jeez, what kind of Daddy am I?” We cleaned up our plates and headed up to our home sweet home above the office. Mark had done a great job remodeling it, including all the creature comforts we’d both want.

A million things ran through my mind. What if it’s too small? What if he hates it? Will he leave or ask for a bigger place?

“I love it. It’s cozy. We could put a big chair built for two by the window to cuddle up in and read. Maybe nap in too.”

“That’s a fantastic idea.” So far so good, but we had only made it as far as the living room. “Can you cook?”

“I love cooking. My mom taught me many recipes. Can you?”

“I can, learned the same way you did.” My excitement amped up at the thought of dinners cooked and eaten together.

Sharing what went on during our days apart as we broke bread.

“The kitchen isn’t huge, but the appliances are new.

Anything we don’t have that you want, just let me know and I’ll make sure we get it.

” The small two-person dining table was perfect for the two of us.

“Or we could always use the mess hall kitchen.”

“True, smart boy. Let me show you your room.” Or that damn playroom Mark mentioned that I couldn’t get off my mind. I’d already placed a few orders of surprises that were due to arrive next week for my boy.

“Both bedrooms are the same size?”

“Yes, separated by one bathroom. We condensed the rooms to make a larger bath.” Now I wondered if Mark had done that with Roen in mind.

Sly dog. “Mark put in a larger shower and a separate tub.” At the time I wondered why we’d even need that being the two of us, but now I see he had other plans in mind.

“It’s perfect for us.” Roen’s eyes lit up. My boy loved his bubble baths.

The weight of the fear I’d held over what Roen would think of the place vanished with that simple statement.

“It really is. Do you have a lot of stuff you’re bringing back?”

“Mmm, not really. No furniture for sure. That way when we go visit my parents we have somewhere to sleep.”

When we visit his parents. I loved that he’d considered that for us. I couldn’t wait to meet them and see where he’d grown up.

“Clothes, my toys. Before I forget again I wanted to ask, can I paint one of the stools we used during arts and crafts and claim it as my own?”

“You absolutely can. I think that’s a wonderful idea.” My boy was quite an artist. I imagined our home filled with his wonderful creations. With Roen here this humble dwelling would finally feel like home.

Had anywhere I’d lived before felt like that or had I just treated it as a place to lay my head?

“Can I leave the stuff I brought with me here tomorrow, so it doesn’t have to be moved twice?”

“Yes, that would be silly. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that. I’ll get you a key made this week as well.”

I, Kyler Richards, was giving another human that wasn’t Mark or my parents a key to my house.

What a bizarre concept. Well into foreign territory was I now, but by the same token I couldn’t wait to see how much more outside of my comfort zone I could reach.

Time for a new life and a new me. I was more than ready for any challenges life threw my way.

“Just give him a master, he’ll need it.” Leave it to Mark to enter a room and whip out and answer. “Or he can have mine when he gets back.”

“Problem solved.” As usual, Mark was good at that. “What time do you want to set up the mess hall?”

“With the three of us, we’ll have it done quickly. Say three?” The event was slated to kick off at four.

I glanced at Roen, who nodded in agreement. “Works for us. Now, what should we do for the rest of the afternoon?”

“Go for a hike?”

“Fantastic suggestion, Sprite. Then we’ll come back and have lunch. Mark, we’ll see you in a bit.”

“Let’s take your favorite trail, Daddy?”

Along the path we went, hand in hand. In all my years I’d never had as many memorable moments as I’ve had this week with Roen. Or maybe it was just the company that made it that way but everything we’d done thus far was stored away in a special place in my head, as well as in my heart.

“I just can’t get enough of this view.” We took a seat on the huge boulder that hung out over the bluff.

“Our favorite picnic spot.”

“Yes, sweet boy, it will forever be that to me as well. I can’t wait to do it again.”

Silently we sat, taking in all this majestic land had to offer. No awkward conversations or a need to fill the quiet. We were both completely content just being one with nature here with each other. Mark couldn’t have picked a better boy for me if he had a shelf of them to sift through.

But as with everything, it must come to an end. It was time to head back, grab a quick bite, then help set up.

Was I mentally prepared for tonight?

Likely not, but along with the millions of new things I’d encountered this week I’d chalk it up to another learning experience.

“Wow, you really got a head start.” Mark had the smaller tables moved aside already.

The longer ones we’d line up along the wall and use for dinner service and snacks.

“Grab that side and I’ll get the other.” Roen and I finished moving the rest while Mark pulled out the cots, eggcrate foam rolls, and the sleeping bags.

“Roen, why don’t you help Mark set up the sleeping area, and I’ll get to work on the Karaoke machine, then we can pull out the food.

” Tonight was about the littles spending time with their friends before saying goodbye.

The menu was kept to all finger foods for them, but the mommies and daddies were having steak or chicken, whichever they’d chosen, along with salad and baked potatoes.

Thankfully the mess hall was large enough to accommodate all these sleep setups, room for the adults to sit and dine, and an area for the littles to sing and dance in.

We’d just finished bringing out the last of the food when the group funneled in.

We’d even rolled out the stand-up popcorn maker and had it warming up for after dinner treats.

When it was time for dessert I’d bring out the bags we made for each of them filled with sugar free snacks and toys.

A parting gift to thank our first guests with.

The littles picked their sleeping spots and waited for their mommies and daddies to bring them their plates.

We thought it would be fun for them to sit together and eat and give the rest of us time to chat.

After that, once the fun and games started, the sound level would make it next to impossible to hear what anyone was saying.

Shoot, I should’ve bought earplugs.

As soon as dinner was done and cleared away, I loaded the popcorn maker.

The littles were in awe and formed a circle around it as it shot the kernels out and filled up the case.

While they giggled and jumped as each kernel hit the glass, I placed a gift bag on each of their beds and Mark served up the popcorn in these reusable containers I’d found that mirrored the old-school popcorn boxes.

The Girl Scouts will love this next week too.

Though they’d chosen to cook all their own meals, we just ordered the food they requested, I still had a treat or two set aside for them.

It will be a much lighter week for sure, which will give me time to get the house sorted for Roen’s move.

And that damn playroom set up.

Not sure why I cursed it when I was just as excited to create it as Roen would be to play in it.

“Prezzies!” Jamie squealed and they all turned and ran for their beds.

Popcorn flew as they did their best to hold onto the containers at the same time.

Cars vroomed, squishy toys were tossed around, sugar free candies were munched, and Roen was in the thick of it all.

The joy on their faces made the lack of sleep I knew we were in for tonight more than worth it.

When the first little hopped up and danced over to the microphone, I cringed.

“Rubbies!” Orion bellowed into the mic and shook his diapered tush. Mind you, there was no music playing in the background as he’d not chosen a song. This couldn’t be good.

It took me a minute to figure out what the words meant... “Is he signing about…”

“Yup, and his daddy is not happy.” Mark sighed and shook his head.

“Rubbies, rubbies, I love rubbies. Don’t care who’s around. Daddy, Daddy, gives the best rubbies. Rubbies all around. Rubbies, rubbies, rubbies, help get my diaper on. Daddy gives the greatest rubbies in town!” He bellowed out the last word like a crooner.

Alex’s heavy footsteps as he crossed the room shook the floor. Over his shoulder Orion went, squealing like he’d won a prize. Given his Daddy’s angry face, I’m sure it would be anything but winning for the naughty little.

Snickers and giggles filled the air, but that appeared to be what it took to get the others to start singing.

Familiar songs were played and groups sang to them while others played with their new toys.

Little tooshies danced to their heart’s content and before long, one yawned and the rest followed suit.

With each little tucked in, it was time for the rest of us to settle in for the night.

All in all, I’d say our first week of business went very well and ended on a high note.