I’d asked August before how Camden came out of his regressive periods. The main part was an active mental adjustment that the boy took charge of himself. He basically stepped out gradually in his mind, and August’s task was to make the transition as easy as he could—as well as to lure out Camden’s sexual appetite again. The latter was something I was highly interested in right now.

The next time he gave me a sweet little kiss, I moved my hand to the back of his neck and held him there.

“Perfect little boy.” I kissed him gently, warmly, and slowly.

Camden broke away with a blush and shallow breaths when August swallowed around my cock, and I couldn’t stop the groan from slipping out. It felt too good, and the pleasure exploded inside me.

“What’s happening?” the boy asked anxiously.

“I’m coming,” I panted. “Fuck, August… Just like that—now.”

The orgasm ripped down my spine, and I started coming down August’s throat.

For the rest of that day, our focus shifted more and more to Camden. He pouted when August stowed away the stuffies that were strewn around the ranch and returned them to the boy’s room. The stuffed animals worked like an anchor, August clarified to me. They made it easier for Camden to tell Little-time apart from the rest of their everyday life.

I felt bad for Camden at first, but August was a pro. He’d done this for years and knew exactly which buttons to push and when. And to lift Camden’s spirits, August opened up the pool house in the late afternoon to reveal a Jacuzzi.

I’d expected a minor storage area for pool cleaning supplies, but I was wrong. The hot tub sat at the center of the little house. The back wall was made up of glass and offered a view of slanted hills leading to a small pond. A shower was in one corner, two chairs and a table in another, and an entertainment unit next to it. Stereo, minibar, shelves with towels, speakers…

I needed to win the damn lottery.

“Water should be warm enough by now.” August walked past me and removed the cover from the pool, then dipped his hand into the water. “It’s perfect.”

While Camden got undressed and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, August explained that he’d prepared everything this morning. Evidently, they had their routine.

Camden grinned goofily and set his water in one of the cupholders along the edge of the tub. “I love to sit here with Daddy and talk about the future and stuff. It makes me excited to be grown up again and set goals, things like that.”

That was sweet.