What's in is Despair (frerard)

Chapter 21

I sat with Gee on my bed, a week after the court had happened. Gee was again doing a lot better now. I think just knowing his parents wouldn't be able to touch him made him feel safer.

"I need to paint my nails again," he said, looking down at his fingers.

I reached over and handed him my bottle of black nail polish. He took it in his hand, biting his lip as he looked at it.

"I-I don't think i wanna paint my nails black anymore," he said.

I raised my eyebrows. Gee usually just wears dark clothes and paints his nails black.

"What color do you want?" I asked.

"Um, purple," he chose.

"I don't have purple," I said. "I'm sure Jamia does."

"Ooh, can I go over to Jamia's?" Gee asked. "I haven't seen her in a while. I miss her."

"Yeah, of course you can go over there," I said. "Just give her a call first."

He nodded, grabbing his phone as he went to the other room. I sighed, leaning back peacefully. Mikey has been gone for the past two days so it's been nice and quiet.

"She said okay," Gee told me as he walked in.

I smiled, tossing him the keys. "Good, go have fun, beautiful."

He came over, giving me a kiss. Gee smiled, walking out. I heard the front door shut and the car drove away. I sat up, looking around my bedroom. It's the first time I've been alone in a while and I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself.

I went out, making a bowl of popcorn. I put in a horror movie and sat on the couch, the lights off as I was in the dark. I watched the movie with interest, until the credits started rolling and my bowl was empty. I was bored again.

What's something a guy can do while he's home alone for the first time in weeks?

Well, that should be obvious.

And with that, my mind started wandering to dark places. Places that used to be filled with scantily clad boys but now was only full of Gee. Gee with a black garter belt around his chubby stomach, pretty lace panties and black thigh highs.

"Jesus," I muttered, feeling the aching in the pit of my stomach.

My hand ran down my chest, going to palm myself through my sweatpants. I just kept thinking about how hot Gee was, his ass that was so fucking perfect. His ass was so great to hold and squeeze. Oh god, all the things I'd love to do to his ass.

I pushed my sweatpants down around my thighs, wrapping a hand around my erection. My hand stroked myself slowly, a small sigh leaving my lips. A warm pooling of pleasure built up and I moaned. It's been so long since I've gotten off and it felt so fucking good.

I could imagine Gee's small moans and high pitched whines as I made him feel so good. I wanted to make him feel so good. I wanted to make him come over and over again as he cried in pleasure. The way his hands would curl into and grip the sheets, his head thrown back and mouth hanging open. Gee's black hair sweaty and matted to his forehead, cheeks flushed a deep red.

"Shit, Gee," I breathed, my hand moving faster.

Gee bent over, ass in the air. His hands bound with a pretty pink silk ribbon. Makeup smudged, lips swollen from kissing. The way he'd beg and beg for me, beg me to make him feel so good.

"D-daddy?" Someone asked.

I jumped, looking at Gee who I hadn't even noticed came home. I grabbed a pillow, covering myself up as I stifled a moan from the friction.