Rich White Boys

13

Ricky collapsed into his pillows, absolutely exhausted. The one time Chris had helped him play before, it was quick and low-energy, leaving Ricky wanting more. This time, Ricky didn't want anything more than Chris' strong arms wrapped around him and a nap.

All in all, it was half an hour of tumbling, thrusting, and moaning. Ricky spent the majority of the time under Chris since he tried riding him and found it rather difficult, but Ricky also found himself pinned to wall towards the end.

Ricky had learned what a safe word was and picked one for them to use: teddy bear. He learned that some things felt nicer for him than they did for Chris and he tried to keep it balanced. Ricky's favorite thing he learned though was that Chris liked being called Daddy. It was a word that slipped out of Chris' mouth and once Ricky found out what it did to Chris, he wouldn't let it go.

"I like it more with your bits... Toys aren't as nice." Ricky mumbled as Chris cleaned them - and the room - up. When the cock Ricky was taking was attached to someone, he knew it couldn't slip and get stuck in him. It also helped that Chris praised him and loved on him more during sex, always saying gentle words and giving him plenty of kisses.

"I like it with my bits too." Chris assured, kissing Ricky's forehead as he brought him to the bathroom. He helped Ricky out of his onesie and carried him into the shower, using the hand-held wand to rinse them off.

He changed Ricky into a pair of clean panties with another opening at the bum and a nightgown, laying him down in bed and fixing the pillows and blankets around him. Chris then retrieved a pair of his own boxers, slipping them on and crawling into bed with Ricky.

The two snuggled for a long while, Ricky feeling rather weak. Just as he started to doze off, he tapped Chris' shoulder gently.

"Plug..." He begged, feeling a bit incomplete. Chris smiled and nodded, giving Ricky some final praise as he lifted his nightgown and easily slipped the little plug in through his panties.

Chris held Ricky tight, whispering that he was such a good boy when Ricky gently grabbed his hand.

"Don't wanna be a boy... Just baby." Ricky mumbled before taking Chris' fingers into his mouth and closing his eyes. Chris didn't even have a chance to question him before he was sound asleep.

Chris' protective instincts came out that night as he stayed awake for almost three hours after Ricky had dozed off, feeling the need to make sure he was okay. He rocked Ricky gently and gave him plenty of kisses, and when Ricky started to wake up, he would hold him tight and sing quietly to him.

Eventually Chris fell asleep though, waking up to a bit of a fight. Matthew had come to the house early to check on Ricky and he let himself into his bedroom, finding Ricky's bum up in the air and his face on Chris' chest, plug proudly nestled between his cheeks.

Upon his discovery, Matthew attempted to drag Ricky out of bed quietly but woke him up. Ricky had burst into tears, being so fragile from the previous night.

Not only did Matthew have to fight Ricky's grip of steel on Chris, but he had to fight to keep him quiet.

"Let go of him." Chris demanded, sitting up and letting Ricky wrap his arms and legs around his torso. Chris forcefully removed Matthew's hands from Ricky's shoulders, standing up and protecting Ricky from any further damage Matthew could inflict.

Missus Olson had heard the yelling and came running. When she saw Ricky crying, she rushed to his side to comfort him, but he didn't even look at her, he was too worked up and too focused on Chris.

"He raped him!" Matthew snapped, trying to lunge at Ricky. Ricky started to bawl, not even knowing what "rape" was.

Ricky's mother could see he was becoming more distressed and moved to hold Matthew back. She insisted that she would handle the situation and forced Matthew out of the room, shutting the door.

Chris excused himself to the bathroom, being rather embarrassed and put off by the allegations.  Meanwhile, Missus Olson had to soothe her child.

"Ricky, did Chris touch your private parts?" She asked as she set him in his pile of stuffed animals.  She fetched a silk handkerchief for him, drying his face.  Ricky nodded, not knowing what it would mean.

"Did Chris ask permission before touching you?" She tried to clarify, almost certain that Ricky didn't know what consent was.  Ricky shook his head sheepishly, hiccuping softly as he grabbed for his mother's hand.

"C-cause I told him to!" He insisted, bursting into heavy tears again. Ricky was so scared that Chris would be in trouble.  His mother embraced him tight, soothing him until Chris came back into the room.

She motioned Chris over, Ricky immediately latching onto him and burying his face in his chest.  Ricky stopped crying in a matter of minutes and Chris praised him for controlling his emotions, something Ricky was still working on.

Ricky's mother excused herself, leaving the two to calm down privately.  Chris moved Ricky from the floor to his bed and tucked him in tight, giving him a few soft kisses on the forehead.

"Hey babe... Last night you said something to me before you fell asleep... Do you wanna talk about it?" Chris carefully urged Ricky, laying down next to him.

Ricky was rather intimidated by the eye contact and shook his head, pulling the blankets up over his face. He poked his head out a bit when he heard screaming though.

"We have a NDA!" Missus Olson yelled before the front door was slammed shut.  Chris and Ricky exchanged a look and braced for whatever fallout was coming.

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