“Yeah, I want you so much, Joey. I love you.”
“Oh my God. I love you too, Daddy. Now fuck me.”
I chuckled at my needy boy and lined my cockhead up to his beautiful, well-stretched hole. We’d done away with condoms at Christmas, after being tested, and feeling his walls clamping down on me with nothing between them and my dick was the hottest pleasure I’d ever experienced. It blew me away. I neverknew it could be this good. And Joey made it perfect. He had captivated me with his looks, his humility and kindness, and his perseverance. My boy didn’t give up, even when it felt like the whole world was stacked against him. I was happy I could help ease that pressure any way I could.
And his little side pulled out the caregiver in me that I didn’t even know I had. But the number one goal of my life now was making his life perfect, taking care of him, and that included sexy time.
I pressed in as far as I could until Joey was panting and begging for more. He grabbed my upper arms. “Daddy…”
“Want to try something new?”
“With you, always.” His answer made me feel all growly and possessive.
I pulled out and got off the bed, then I grabbed him by the ankle and slid him to the edge. “Turn over. Hands and knees.”
He quickly flipped around and stuck his ass up in the air. I gave him a quick swat, making him squeal, but it wasn’t even hard enough to leave a red mark. I reentered him from behind while standing. With the height of the bed, we lined up well, but I lifted him by his hips, so his knees were off the mattress. He was holding himself up with his arms. The leverage gave me the ability to move him back and forth a bit as I fucked into him. “Damn…” Hudson had mentioned there was a swing in one of the backrooms, and I wanted one in my house now. I briefly wondered where I could put it when Joey hissed.
“Is good. Don’t stop…Daddy…”
I plowed into him and must have hit his p-spot a few times by his reactions, and it didn’t take long before he came with a shout all over the edge of the bed as he clenched his muscles tight.
With a grunt, I came and Joey moaned again. “I can feel that, Daddy.”
“Yeah? Good. I want to fill you up. Every night.” That made him break out into a giggling fit, and I couldn’t help laughing with him. He made me so fucking happy.
After cleaning ourselves up and changing the sheets, we cuddled in the bed. I kissed his head, and he snuggled me. All of the conversations I’d had with the other daddies floated through my head, along with my thoughts on why I loved our dynamic. But I still wasn’t sure about why Joey did. “Baby? Can I ask you something?”
“Yes. Always.”
“Why do you like being little?”
He tensed up immediately.
“No, no. I’m not judging. Relax. I love it, but I want to understand better.”
“Uh… okay. Hmm…”
“I mean, it seems like there would be lots of reasons, and Hudson talked about Levi a little bit, but that doesn’t matter so much. I get that it’s personal.”
“It is. Like anything else, everybody’s different. But I…I don’t know. I haven’t thought about my reasons for a while now.”
“Why?”
“You.” He sat up. Staring down at me, he ran his fingers through my short hair and along the stubble of my rough cheek. “I mean it. You make me feel safe. Secure. And that hits all the parts of me that need to be little.”
“I’m glad, but—”
“Listen. I actually had a great childhood. I grew up on a farm. Any time my mom came looking for me, she’d find me under a house, in the barn, behind a bush, or up a tree. Or running around the fields with my dog. I didn’t even know another life until I hit high school. Shit changed then, but you know, that’s everyone.”
“That’s true.”
“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that I mentally and emotionally connectsafe and soundwith being a kid. Being little. And honestly, I’d been age regressing anytime I got stressed long before I even knew what it was.”
“That does make more sense now.”
“But what about you? I’m pretty sure you never thought you were a daddy before you met me.”
“True. Didn’t even realize what a daddy was. I don’t care what it’s called anyway. If you want to call me that, fine. I love it. But I’m not all into being whatever a daddy is supposed to be. For me, it’s all about you. I want to be there for you. Take care of you. I didn’t know I’d ever feel this way.”
