Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“Now, let me explain why I think it’s important for you to get your diploma, even if technically that isn’t something that should be up to me—though you’ll remember I said it was nonnegotiable before we even began this. I likely should have done this from the start, and that’s my mistake.
“I know we aren’t in a sexual relationship and your primary concern is our home—as a houseboy of sorts, but I think we both know that the lines have been blurred from the start—and that’s something we have both agreed upon, something we both needed.”
“Yes,” he replied softly. “I want you to make most decisions for me.”
“Which brings us back to here. My role in this, maybe my most important one, is to guide you to reach your full potential. It’s to do what’s best for you, even if you don’t see it or believe it. It’s to help you be the best you can be in all areas of your life. That doesn’t mean a diploma shows your worth, precious boy, but it’s a tool I’m helping you arm yourself with. It will help you take care of yourself when I’m not there.”
“But—”
“Shh. Don’t interrupt.” I twisted his hair gently around my finger, then brushed the back of my hand against his cheek. Finley smiled and nuzzled closer to me, and it felt so very good. “I think you need to see that you can do it. I know you can.”
Finley gasped, his hold on me tightening. “But what if I can’t?” he asked, and my heart broke for him.
“Oh, sweet boy. You can. I know you can.”
“School was hard for me, and I’m not…not as smart as everyone else. What if I’m too stupid? What if I fail?”
“You’re not too stupid, and if you fail, you try again.” Because, whether he saw it or not, Finley needed this. He needed to see he could accomplish it.
“I’m scared. And when I start to think about it, about everything I have to do, my thoughts go too fast and…what if I can’t do it? What if I let you down?”
“Hey. Sit up and look at me.”
Finley did as told, and I pulled him over so he was on my lap, straddling me, his eyes on mine. I didn’t allow myself to think about the fact that he was naked…and that even though I told myself I didn’t, I’d spent three months wanting him.
“It’s okay to be scared. Do you think I’ve never been scared?” Maybe I was scared too often, but now wasn’t the time to think about that.
“I don’t know,” he replied simply.
“Well, I do get frightened. Everyone does. What matters is how you react in the face of fear, and I can promise you, trying will never mean you let me down. Giving up? Yes. Trying? No.” He nodded, and I continued. “How about this: on my next day off, I’ll get some information from you, and we’ll look into getting your old school records together. We can figure out how many credits you’re short and what they are. Then we’ll figure out the next steps we have to take. It might even be something you can do online. Does that help?”
Finley cocked his head slightly and looked at me. He blinked a tear from his eye, and it slowly trickled down his face. I reached over, wiped it, and sucked my finger into my mouth. He gasped…then smiled, falling against me and burying his face in my neck again.
“Thank you! God, thank you so much!” He sighed, relaxing against me. His cock had hardened and was pressing into my stomach. “So…do we get to make adjustments for sex?”
I chuckled and felt him tremble, my joy radiating from my chest and vibrating through him. “Be good.”
“Ugh…fine.” He nuzzled in deeper and inhaled. “I like the way you smell. It relaxes me. Makes me feel safe and at home.”
Damned if my pulse didn’t beat wildly against my skin, my body feeling a little too sensitive. “Stay as long as you need to.”
So he did. We sat there for who knew how long, Finley giving me his weight and me carrying it. And in the bearing of his, some of mine was carried by him too.
Eventually, he said, “I’d like to take a warm bath.”
“I’ll start it.”
“But aren’t I supposed to do those things for you? If I’m your houseboy? You shouldn’t serve me.”
“I should care for you, no? This is just another way for me to do so.” It was a reminder of how young he was, how inexperienced.
Finley climbed off me, and I didn’t allow myself to look at him as I rose, went to the bathroom, and drew his bath. A moment later he walked in, and it was impossible not to see his dick was hard and his balls tight. His ass was deliciously pink, and he had light hair on his legs but none on his chest or belly.