My little sunflower

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Andre
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Hey Sam,

This is Andre, Alberto's friend. I am now much more comfortable to say: Alberto's Master, Alpha, Mentor, and Leader.

My boy has always thought about making a flower tattoo. He loves flowers and knows everything about it. But because of his violent and toxic father, he was severely punished in his childhood for liking flowers, perhaps homophobia prevented the world to have a great biologist. But I can't change the past, I can only fix my boy's future. So I bought him some nice books about flowers and started to watch documentaries about flowers with him. I admit that it's quite boring for me, but looking at my boy's joy is so special that I am okay changing my soccer matches for flowers. He gets very excited and usually spends another hour talking about flowers after the videos are over. And when my princess is excited, his blowjob is even better, so everyone is happy.

I wanted to share with you that last week I decided to give him a tattoo as a present. He has talked about making a flower tattoo on his right ass cheek for many years, since we were in high school, but has never had the courage to it. So one day after his shower he was walking in the house completely naked, I grabbed his ass as I always do when he passes by me and said "I wanna see a flower here, my princess". At first he chuckled and thought I was kidding, but then I said "if you really want it, I'll pay for you, it's my present for my special boy"

He woke up the next morning decided to do it, and I had already looked for tattoo artists, a good friend from work has many tattoos and recommended me the guy he goes to. I went to his studio with my boy and the place was awesome, but I know my princess very well, he would not be comfortable there. The place the most heterosexual place I've ever seen: only men working there, posters with naked women on the walls, soccer shirts everywhere. It was a celebration of straight men made by straight men for straight men. My boy held my arm and I could see his fear in his eyes. I thought he would never show his ass to those men. He was already uncomfortable just to be there, let along to show his ass to a completely unknown. In fact, other than his mother when he was a baby, I was the only person who had ever seen his ass.

Anyway, the guy met us and he was really kind. We shook hands and my boy was shaking, the guy even asked if he was cold. I did all the talking, as always. But did not where the tattoo would be because I knew my boy would feel totally embarrassed. The guy showed us multiple drawings in other clients and he really was an outstanding artist. He thought we were a couple, but at all times he only talked to me, I was the one giving all the instructions about Alberto's body. After a while, I said that he was nervous because it was his first tattoo and he was not used to this kind of environment. The artist was very clever because he immediately understood what I meant and subtly mentioned that his female assistant could see Alberto for him to relax. My boy agreed and he went to the other room with a hot lady, and I could hear them laughing there, which was a relief for me.

Once I was by myself with the guys, just Men in the room, I told him that we were just friends, but that I was very mindful of Alberto, and he was nervous because he had had horrible experiences with homophobia in the past. The tattoo guy told me that he respected everyone no matter what and he would make sure that Alberto felt relaxed. The guy was awesome, he asked what song my boy liked, and he answered lady gaga, so he put her songs on YouTube for him, offered beers and wine for him to relax, and asked if I'd like to stay with them. Honestly, I am glad he asked because there is no way I would let a stranger touch my princess's ass without me knowing what is going on. And of course, Alberto wanted me to hold his hand during the whole process.

Even with the wine and the music, he hesitated a little when he needed to show his ass, and he looked at me as if he was waiting for my permission. The guy told him that he could keep his underwear and that made things much easier, so the artist just lifted a little bit of his underwear to have access to my boy's right cheek and started doing it. It was a small flower, so it did not take too long, and I held his hand during the whole process. The guy kept asking if he was hurting Alberto, but little did he know that my princess takes much more in his ass than a simple needle.

The tattoo was really great, we were told to wait for it to heal, which means no spankings for a while. But once he took a picture of my boy's ass and showed it to him, he opened such a gorgeous smile. I love seeing my boy happy, I'm not gonna lie.

I paid for the tattoo and we went back home because Alberto couldn't sit to have lunch. So he laid in our bed, still smiling, and we had lunch together in bed. I asked him why he had chosen a sunflower instead of a red rose, and then he said that I was the mighty sun of his life and he was just a little sunflower looking at me. Needless to say, I got hard as soon as he said that, put my hard cock out and just said "come here". He gave me wonderful head, and begged for me to feed him, and so I did. A nice load for a my good boy. We took a nap together, with him on my chest. Later that week, when the tattoo was healed, I fucked him deep and shot my cum on his sunflower, to mark his flower as my property.

I wanted to share this story to celebrate my beautiful boy and how great he is, but also to celebrate my own path embracing Alphahood more and more. When the tattoo guy thought we were a couple, it felt awkward at first, but then I noticed that everyone must think we are boyfriends: I fuck him every night, take care of him, and we love together. But you know what? That doesn't bother me at all. Alberto is a lovely and brillant boy, I have no shame at all of people thinking I am not straight if it means they know that he's my boy. What matters is that I know what I am, and he knows what he is.

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