Gay Sugar Daddy

16

"What was that?" I certainly ask him with an attitude, a hand on my hip with a face that shows confusion and, well, irritation.

"If we're gonna be transparent with each other, I'd like to know why did you leave after you told me you want to drown your face in my boobs."

He stops focusing on the dishwasher rack in front of him and tilts his head, finally looking at me in the eyes.

"You can just do it, you know. I'm your sugar baby. Yours to fuck." Might as well put everything on the table.

I can't read his face but there's no smile or anything positive there, purely blank blunt face.

"I think it's too soon." He closes the dishwasher and walks to the fridge, perhaps to take stuffs out for dinner prep.

"It's normal for kids to be excited when they have a new toy." I can't believe I need to convince him into having sex with me.

All my six sugar daddies were always in the mood, texting me all the time, wanting me to be with them every single day despite being busy with work or stuffs, but this one... urgh.

I swear if any of my sugar daddies has this much ample time for me, two weeks of being stuck in the same place with nothing to do, I'd have to be pushed on the wheelchair by how sore I am. Those daddies fuck me more than twice in a day during the weekend yet this one... urghhh.

"You're not a toy," is all he says.

Since he doesn't want to play with words, fine, "I'm your sugar baby, Owen." There. Stipulated by our contract. A sugar baby.

"We just had sex."

"So?"

He doesn't say anything, but stare at me with his mysterious eyes. Though I did catch those same eyes travel south sometimes, inspecting my girls. I haven't put on a new top; I came here straight from the backyard.

"Would you have the same doubt if I were a guy? Don't tell me you only fuck once when you meet someone new?"

I can see the twitch in his eyes, so I take a step to get closer to him.

"Tell me, Owen. We need to be honest for progress to happen. I can't move forward if I don't know the reason you won't fuck me. Is it me? Is it you? Is it the timing?" I stop myself and sigh, "Yeah you did say it's too soon. Okay." Got it.

I walk backward to the place I stood just now. Asked and answered, all on my own. Alright, guess he needs time then.

"I'm still full so I'll skip dinner. See you tonight." I leave for the stairs and go to my room.

Gosh it's somewhat embarrassing. If only I talk to myself first, or be patient, instead of rushing to him and confront him like that.

But if I don't I'd never know if it's me, or him, or something else. So now I know it's too soon for him.

Alright. I'll go slow, Owen. It's okay. For now let's open this nightstand so I can be with my precious pink dildo.

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"Hey." He greets me when I take two sweet potato fries from his plate.