Bolty Dearest
Ryan is a good boy.
And he loves his Bolt.
Ryan loves making Bolt happy.
He always makes good grades in school so Bolt will smile and pat him on the head.
He learned to bake even though he hates cakes so Boly would praise him and give him hugs.
He never not uses bad words and is almost always polite so Bolt gives him kisses.
Ryan loves how Bolt still lets him sit in his lap.
And he loves how Bolt's arms hold him close, all snug and warm.
Ryan loves how Bolt undresses him for bathtime.
And he loves that he's allowed to undress Bolt.
Ryan loves sitting in the bathtub with Bolt.
And that Bolt is careful to wash him everywhere.
He loves how Bolt wraps him in a big fluffy towel and picks him up.
And he loves how Bolt lays him very gently on his bed.
Ryan loves when Bolt kneels over him and starts gently touching him, carresing him.
And he loves the soft murmurs of encouragement he gets when he moans softly, like a mewling kitten.
He loves when Bolt gently spreads his legs, hands so gentle like he's afraid he'll break Ryan.
And he loves when Bolt's slick fingers press inside of his little hole, finding this little spot that makes him shudder and mewl and vision go white.
Ryan loves how Bolt gently strokes his small cock as he pulls his fingers out.
And he's careful to take deep breaths like Bolt says, keeping himself relaxed.
Ryan has no problem relaxing and even smiling softly as Bolt presses the head of his cock to his stretched hole; he knows it hurts a little at first, it always does.
But Ryan trusts Bolt, and Bolt never hurts him on purpose.
And it does hurt, and Ryan clenches Bolt's shoulders, trying not to cry.
And Bolt softly murmurs what a good boy he is and strokes him gently, rubbing his sides and back where he can reach to comfort Ryan.
Bolt waits, patiently still, until Ryan has adjusted and is nodding to move.
And Bolt thrusts into him,
