Rich White Boys

5

When breakfast had been called, it was Christopher yelling for the chef to leave them alone rather than Matthew.

Christopher had spent the night in Ricky's bed, cuddling and admiring him. Ricky had slept like he was dead, but Christopher didn't close his eyes at all. He was too busy lusting after the curves his hands had traced for hours to let his mind rest.

"Chrissy," Ricky mumbled in his half-asleep state. He tactically searched for a moment for an arm then grabbed at the attached hand. He pulled the hand to his lips taking the fingers into his mouth and sucking. Christopher was in awe of how innocent yet sexual Ricky was, in an almost natural way. It was almost as if Ricky's blood was a love potion that could instantly make someone fall for him, especially Christopher.

"What pokin' me?" Ricky asked in a little voice around his makeshift pacifier as he rolled onto his back and set his bum between Christopher's legs, trying to get a better feel for what was making him uncomfortable. Ricky whined loudly as he felt the item under him poke him harder.

"How about you let daddy up?" Christopher's breath caught in his chest. He bit his tongue and his body froze. He was in shock that he slipped up like that. It was understandable due to how tired he was, but also unacceptable in the scheme of things.

"What's a daddy?" Ricky wondered aloud as he wiggled his way to the edge of his bed and softly set his feet on the floor. He knew what a dad was, but he didn't understand what the difference was between that and a 'daddy'.

Ricky shrugged his pajamas off and kicked them to the side, twirling around his room. He leaned over his dresser to stare into his mirror closely, shivering when his hips touched the acrylic. His eyes locked on his own in an attempt to see through his pupils. He was always told that "the eyes are the window to the soul", and he wanted to see his soul. Ricky was upset when he didn't find what he was looking for, sighing dramatically and turning around.

Christopher had gotten out of bed, sitting on the blanket chest as he watched Ricky. He was already hard and on the brink of losing all control, so imagining Ricky's tight hole wrapped around him wasn't helping. Christopher even began to reach for Ricky's rear, but quickly dropped his hand when Ricky turned around.

"Chrissy, lemme see your face," Ricky mumbled as he climbed on top of Christopher, straddling him gently. Christopher's cock was pressing into the small area behind Ricky's dangling bits now, adding an additional layer of tension to the situation.

Ricky didn't mind though. He simply set his hands on either side of Christopher's face and pressed their foreheads together, attempting to see through his eyes. Ricky deemed this a bit more successful. He felt a warm, soothing wave come over him as he stared at Christopher.

"You didn't answer my question." Ricky pointed out, running a hand through Christopher's hair and pulling on it a little. He wanted to know things and not be left out of conversations.

Christopher was stuck between a rock and a hard place. How did he explain to such an innocent boy what a daddy was in comparison to a dad? Christopher sighed loudly, holding on tight to Ricky. He was having a hard time thinking since his mind was set on something that was far from logical.

"A daddy is a guy who takes care of you like a dad. But you get to choose who your daddy is." Chris left out the whole part about intercourse and kinks and the general nature of a daddy.

"Can Blackbear be my daddy?" Ricky asked with excitement, bouncing up and down on Christopher's lap. Ricky didn't think of Christopher in a caregiver way, but more as a safety net if his darling Matthew wasn't there for him.

Christopher was disappointed to hear that from Ricky but knew it was just due to fact that Ricky had been dependent on him for so long. That fact didn't change Christopher's desire for Ricky.

"Hey, baby." Matthew interrupted as he burst into the room. Ricky launched himself off of Christopher's lap, throwing his arms around his nanny immediately. Matthew laughed and glanced quickly at Christopher, instantly noticing the issue with the situation.

"Blackbear, Blackbear! Will you be my daddy!?" Ricky begged as Matthew pried him off his body. Ricky latched back on quickly, showing Matthew his most innocent and needy eyes and grabbing his fingers, sucking on them gently. Ricky knew for sure that Matthew would give in.

"I need to talk to Christopher for a moment, baby. How about you go get ready for a bath?" Matthew suggested. Ricky skipped away eagerly, and Christopher couldn't help but watch. He was in such awe.

"Are you a fucking pedophile or what?" Matthew snapped, "and who do you think you are telling him about that kinky shit!? Keep your fucking dick in your pants and get out!" He screamed in a rather hushed tone. Matthew didn't want Ricky to hear the argument.

In defeat, Christopher stood, towering over Matthew, and quickly left. He retreated to his bedroom and stripped, climbing into his shower. It had been a bit of time since he last washed himself and he felt dirty. While the warm water ran over his built body, Christopher took care of hard-on. The rest of the time he spent in the shower was dedicated to developing a plan. A plan to get Matthew fired and eliminated from Ricky's life completely. It was going to happen no matter what.

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