I asked him if he knew any card games, as I dug out a deck of cards from a drawer.
As expected he didn't answer. I just continued talking and explained the rules of the card game called 'War'. I knew kids usually liked it. It's very simple and a little bit boring. But kids love it. And boys having fun was plenty of entertainment for me.
I wasn't sure how much of my explanation he had understood, but I shuffled the cards and dealt so we both had equally big stacks.
Then I slowly showed him how to play. He didn't seem to get any of it at all. I tried slower more thorough explanations, but nothing seemed to sink in.
Then it dawned on me. The poor kid didn't know the numbers. About time someone learned him, if he was able to learn it.
I wrote the numbers from 2 to 10 on a piece of paper, added knight, queen, king and ace and, put the paper next to him. Every time we turned a card, I said the number or name out loud, and pointed to it on the paper. The card lowest on his paper had won.
Suddenly he got it. And he started finding the symbols on the paper when we turned the cards over, and soon he understood both he numbers and the game.
I got a dreadful thought that the kid wasn't retarded at all. But something was still wrong.
The game was going great now and I didn't need to show him anything anymore. Even the wars he understood. And he was having fun, giggling and laughing with that wonderful rarely heard voice of his, whenever he won a good card from me.
I pretended to be upset when he won. And talked and chit-chatted commenting on everything that happened.
Suddenly, out of the blue, he said "Danny".
I got very surprised and confused. I wasn't sure I had heard him right. Maybe he meant Daddy? Did he want to go home?
"Ehm what did you say, sweety?" I asked.
"Danny" he repeated. This time there was no doubt.
Was that his name he just told me? Or did he think my name was Danny?
Then he repeated a third time "Danny", this time pointing to himself.
"Oh hi Danny" I said with a big smile. "Very pleased to meet you" I continued and reached out to shake his hand.
I suppose it was a bit unusual to shake hands 30 minutes after you had sucked someones dick. But I was glad he had spoken to me.
The next half hour we continued to play and have fun. He sometimes answered "Yes" or "No" or uttered other simple words in response to my constant talking. And his confidence seemed to grow every minute.
When the game was over, I picked him up, placed him on my lap and gave him a big hug and a kiss on his lovely face.
He reached down and grabbed my dick as he always seemed to do.
I wrapped my arms around, holding him tight. Then I reached down and found his lovely little dick. It was hard again.
I rubbed it gently while I hugged his little body and planted kisses on his not very clean neck and face. He kept squeezing my dick and slowly it started growing.
We both enjoyed sitting there, gently feeling each other and enjoying our intimacy. After a couple more minutes, I put my hand into his pants and wrapped it around his penis.
I decided that this boy needed to be pleasured, so before letting him suck me off again, I wanted to give him another orgasm.