Page 20 of Lost Little Boy (Pride Camp 2025 #5)

Chapter Fifteen

Perry

When we got onto the golden elevator that took us to the fortieth floor of the building, I was trying like hell to catch my breath.

Everything was over the top. Fancy décor I’d never seen personally in my life.

Beautiful couches, chairs, and paintings that looked expensive, and that was all before we got into Wex’s apartment. I was afraid to touch anything.

“You hungry?” Wex was standing at his dining room table, sorting through his mail. He was sighing a lot as he tossed unopened envelopes into a trash can that he’d pulled closer to the large dining table.

“Why are you throwing away your mail?” I didn’t get much mail, only ads for things I didn’t want or couldn’t afford to buy. Wex had a lot of mail waiting for him.

“Most of its junk, advertising crap I don’t want or need. I didn’t transfer my mail because I do everything online, but there’s no way of getting out of receiving junk mail.”

I walked over to the table and sat down, picking up the things he’d tossed in the trash.

He was right, most of it was junk, but between two magazines for men’s clothing, I found a black envelope with gold lettering on the front addressed to him and a guest. The return address was on Little West 12th Street, not that I knew where that was.

“May I open this?” I held up the impressive envelope.

Daddy stepped closer and kissed my forehead. “Yes, of course. I didn’t mean to throw that away. I’m sure it’s an invitation to something, so go ahead. Let’s see what it is.”

I slid my finger under the flap and it opened easily.

Inside was a thick black card with gold letters on the front.

I read it out loud. “‘You are cordially invited to be the special guest of Oscar and Carmine Leone as they celebrate the opening of Silk, a BDSM club that allows for the exploration of bondage, at The Playground.’ What’s The Playground? ”

Wex came around and looked over my shoulder. “That’s a club where I’ve gone to play when I’m in town. It’s located in the Meatpacking District. It’s a huge warehouse that Ossie and Carmine have turned into four different fetish clubs, one on each floor, with a cocktail bar on the first floor.

“I like to go to The Play Pen, which specializes in Daddy/girl or boy play. But the others are geared to different kinks. One of them was called Peepers, where one can see burlesque performers and listen to jazz. Another is Swing Set, where couples can meet other couples who enjoy swapping partners and group sex. The Menagerie is a club for animal play. Feathers, which I think is the one that’s being replaced, was a lingerie fetish club, but last time I was there, Ossie said business was slow.

I guess he shot down Carmine’s idea of making it a foam party during the week. ”

He kissed the top of my head and walked away, but I caught his wrist. “Animal play? Do they hurt animals?” My stomach turned at the mere idea.

Wex picked me up and sat in my chair with me in his lap.

“No, sweet boy. These are all aspects of BDSM and the power exchange dynamic. Some people enjoy dressing in costumes and pretending to be animals. They may enjoy pretending to be kittens or puppies, and having their Daddies pet them or play chase. It’s a mindset that some people enjoy.

“For instance, some of the Daddies at The Play Pen are into age play, as are some of the littles and middles. I’ve played with littles before, but I’m not into some of the aspects like diapering or bottle-feeding or pacifiers. There’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s simply not my kink.”

“What’s your kink?” How had I agreed to be his boy when I didn’t even know what he was into? How stupid was I?

“I should have been much more forthcoming in my desires when we first started discussions. I get off on things like this. Having you sit on my lap and talk to me about anything on your mind will make me happy. I like being sure you eat properly and get enough rest. I get off on knowing that if you need anything, I’ll be your first call.

“I enjoyed seeing you smile when you were playing with the Jenkins boys or when you talked about working at the center. I have the feeling you like playing with toys, but you don’t want anyone to know, which is why I bought that camping RV and the Hot Wheels truck.

I want you to be happy, and if having toys and coloring books to play with is your thing, I want to watch you enjoy them.

” He kissed my forehead and hugged me closer.

I could feel his hard cock under my ass, and it made mine grow in my boxer briefs.

“You don’t think it’s weird that I’m a grown man who likes to play with toys and watch cartoons?

” I must still be sleeping and dreaming we’re talking about toys.

No way does he enjoy knowing I like to color and make art with clay, play with toy cars and trucks, and watch cartoons.

He wouldn’t encourage those things in real life, I was sure.

“Sweet boy, there is absolutely nothing wrong with playing with toys or doing art projects. There are adults who create toys for companies to sell, and they play with them to be sure kids will like them. Playing is a wonderful hobby. There are many other aspects of the kink that we can explore together if you’d like. ”

He reached down and slid his finger around the waistband of my underwear. “Can I touch you? I know you want to wait until you’re tested again for other things, but I want to touch you so badly.”

My face heated at his sexy words. He wanted to touch me. I’d only had guys wanting me to touch them … suck them … be fucked by them. “You can touch me.”

I didn’t expect Wex to pick me up and carry me back to his bed. He placed me on the mattress and pulled my boxer briefs down and swirled his tongue in my belly button, making me giggle .

“Ticklish. Noted for later.” I laughed at his commentary.

He continued kissing across my stomach before he moved up to my chest, sucking my right nipple and making me squirm. I’d never felt anything like that before.

“ Daddy! ” The word came out in a rushed breath.

The sensations he was stirring inside me were unbelievable. Sex had been a chore for me because of the reasons I was doing it.

Now, here was a beautiful man who wanted to touch me and was showing me new levels of pleasure—until he quickly jumped up.

“Where—”

“One second, sweet boy.” He pulled upon the drawer on the nightstand and produced a tube of lube. He pulled off his T-shirt and his boxer briefs and started to get back in bed when there was a loud pounding on the front door.

“ Son of a… Fuck me! ” As fast as his clothes had come off, the underwear and T-shirt were back on, and Wex left the bedroom.

I turned onto my side and rested my head on my palm as I waited for him to return, wondering what on earth was happening. I wasn’t pulling my clothes back on because I wanted to remind him what we were doing when we were so rudely interrupted.

Muffled voices worried me, but then the front door closed and locks clicked.

Something opened and beeps echoed before another door was closed.

Footsteps echoed off the hallway walls, and Wex appeared in the doorway, pulling his T-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor before he shoved his boxers down and walked out of them.

“That was the breakfast delivery I forgot about. Now, it’s in the oven on warm.” He crawled over me and flopped on the bed on his back. “Get up here.”

He pulled my left leg over his body and seated me on his groin, reaching for the lube and opened it as he angled me so our cocks were touching before he squeezed gel into his palm and wrapped his fist around them, stroking a couple of times before he dropped the lube and pulled my neck down for our lips to meet.

I planted my hands next to his head and kissed him with everything inside me. His palm was moving slowly from the base to the tip. God, it felt good.

“The first time I get to taste you, I’m going to edge you until you scream, and then I’m going to hold your cum in my mouth and kiss you to share it. The first time you taste me, I want you to do the same to me.” His filthy words made my heart pound.

“Daddy, that feels so good.” My cock was throbbing, and I began to thrust into his fist.

“You like that, sweet boy? Don’t come yet.”

“I’ll try to hold it, but god, your hands on me—”

“Can I slide my finger into your hole and massage your prostate?” I met his gaze, though I didn’t want to tell him I didn’t know what he meant, so I nodded.

He pushed his right middle finger into my mouth. “Get it slick.”

I did as he asked and when he pulled his finger from between my lips, he reached around my body and slowly circled my entrance, lighting my body on fire.

Wex slowly sunk his finger inside as he lazily stroked our pricks. Feeling them slide against each other had me breathing hard.

Out of nowhere, Wex touched a spot inside me I’d never found. I didn’t masturbate often. It left me feeling lonely when I released. Glancing down at Wex as he bit his bottom lip had me ready to explode.

“I can’t…” My brain was fried as a rush of adrenaline hit me, and I shot off between us. Thankfully, I felt the warm fluid from Wex’s release just after mine, and as the aftershocks rolled through me, I relaxed on top of him, unable to move.

We were both breathing hard, and a shower was definitely in order. “That was as great as I thought it would be. We need to talk about limits and safewords. Are you okay?”

I chuckled as I tried to slide off him, but he wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my forehead. “Nope. Just give me a few more minutes, please. We can take a shower and eat breakfast before we go sightseeing if you want.”

“That sounds like fun. Can I ask you a question?” I pushed up so my forearms were resting on Wex’s chest to study his expression when I asked what was on my mind. I didn’t want him to think I was stupid. I was falling in love with the man and wanted him to love me back if he could.

“Always. You can always ask me anything.” His expression was warm, making me relax and feel free to ask questions.

“How did you know about that place inside me where you touched?”

Wex pulled me with him as he sat up against the headboard. He was choosing his words carefully. Finally, he placed his hands on my hips. “Have you done any exploring of your body?”

I shook my head. “Nothing aside from jacking off.”

He didn’t laugh or even smile. “Okay. Toys?”

The eye roll I gave him made him smile. “You know that. ”

“Sweet boy, I mean exploring your anus and rectum, not playing with toys. Sex toys. There are a lot of nerves down there that feel damn good when they’re stimulated.” He pulled my body closer, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Do you do those things to yourself? Do you have toys?” It was a surprise to me that someone so sexually confident would touch himself in that way.

Wex grinned. “Let’s get in the shower. First, I wanna show you something.

” He opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a cloth bag.

“I put my things in here because I have a cleaning crew who comes through, and I don’t want anyone touching my stuff when I’m not here. I hope they respect my privacy.”

I moved off him and sat on the bed next to him. Wex opened the zip bag and dumped a bunch of stuff on the mattress. “These are the things I was referring to.”

He picked up a black plastic circle. “Cock ring to keep me from coming too soon. Anal beads for when I want to penetrate myself and have a long masturbation session.” They were pink.

“This is an anal vibrator with a prostate tickler. It’s a hell of a fucking orgasm, sometimes hands free.” It was a small black dick-shaped thing with a weird extension. He turned it on and held it against my palm. It tickled .

The last thing was silver with an opening and some sort of rubber inside. “This is a Fleshlight. You put some lube in there and use it to jack off. It feels unbelievable.”

I’d never seen anything like what he was showing me. “Where’d you get these?”

“Sex shops and online. You’ve never seen these things, have you?”

I felt as if my face was going to catch fire. There was an entire world of sex toys I’d never heard of or seen. How fucking lame was I? What he was saying about self-exploration had never occurred to me.

I lowered my gaze to the bed. “No. I haven’t. I didn’t know it was okay to do those things.”

Wex stood and held out his hand for me. “Sweet boy. I have a lot to teach you, and I look forward to every single second.”

I smiled. “Me too, Daddy.”