It's not the largest or most opulent age play room I've heard of, but it's the best I've found in the local area, and it still gets its fairshare of use from Littles and Pups alike. It's a welcoming space to come and hang out with like-minded people, and I smile and nod at a few familiar faces as I step further into the room and survey tonight's gathering.
"Hi Gabe," Taylor, a Little I've played with on and off, waves at me from where he's pushing a car down a plastic track. He has a pacifier clipped to his coveralls, and he looks particularly adorable with his curls all messed up tonight.
I wave back and head towards him, greeting, "Hey, Tay-Tay, having fun tonight?"
Smiling and nodding, he sends the car hurtling down the track and makes a 'vroom vroom' sound as he watches it go. "Yep," he answers cheerily. "I'm playin' with a new Daddy."
I'm not surprised. Taylor, who is in his thirties and is a lawyer by day, is a catch. I look around, wondering which Daddy has the honor of playing with him tonight, just as a sinfully attractive older man steps forward with a sippy cup outstretched. He hands it to Taylor and then turns his attention to me.
I smile warmly at the new Daddy and his salt and pepper beard moves with his returning grin. We exchange short, but friendly 'hey's in greeting, but I can tell I'd be outstaying my welcome if I hung around with them for too long, so I continue my slow exploration of the space.
It seems like mostly couples tonight, and while I wouldn't be opposed to joining as a couple's third, I really just want to be someone's sole focus for a couple of hours and have them be mine.
Sadly, it's a quiet night and it seems as if my plan may not pan out, so I decide to head back down to the main club space and see if maybe anyone dancing down there might be interested in playing with me tonight.
I'm three songs in when a familiar face catches my attention under the flash of a strobe light, and my heart skips a beat.
No way.
What are the chances?
With my hips moving to the beat of the current song and excitement simmering under my skin, I move in on my prey.
His back is turned as I slide up behind him, and I enjoy how much taller I am. I'm six foot one, and he can barely be five eight, if I had to guess, and I love that I can lean down and murmur in his ear, "Hello, stranger."
Justin just about leaps out of his skin. He spins to face me, his hand at his throat, and I almost feel guilty for startling him, but then he starts to laugh. "Wow," he says, "this is a coincidence."
I'll say.
I thought he was vanilla.
I look him over, enjoying the way his jeans are practically molded to his legs and perfect bubble butt, and I smile a little at the faded green t-shirt with a vintage Batman motif. "Do you know where you are right now?" I find myself asking him.
His cheeks color. It's visible even in the near-darkness of the dance space. But he raises his chin defiantly. "I'm not straight," he declares. "I'm bi. So, yes, I know I'm in a gay club."
Given the number of same-sex couples writhing around us, he could be forgiven for the assumption. But he's wrong.
"Kik isn't a gay club, sweetheart," I tell him, stepping into his personal bubble with renewed confidence now that I know I've got an actual chance with him after all. "Though it is obviously one of the more popular LGBTQ+ hangouts." I gesture around us with a wave of my hand. "But take a closer look."
Most of the couples here start on the dancefloor and then move to the rooms upstairs, and many are dressed for their kinks of choice. There's a bevy of skin on display, plus leather and chains and various masks. Then there are the few Littles, a couple in onesies, one Girl even wearing a cute bonnet and frilly knee socks as she dances with a Mommy in a power suit.
My lips curl in appreciation before I turn back to Justin. "What do you see?"
He takes a step even closer to me, pressing his chest against mine as if seeking the comfort of someone he knows. "I...I don't..."
"It's a kink club," I lean down to tell him, then pull back, adding, "BDSM of all kinds."
His eyes are wide and he swallows. "Oh." Taking another look around, I watch as his gaze settles on a couple of Littles grinding up against each other, their butts rounded by the obvious padding of diapers beneath the rompers they're wearing. He bites his lip and his throat works again. "Oh." After another beat spent watching the Littles, he looks back at me. "That...that's a real thing? Not BDSM, but...the...the..."
"Age play?" I suggest, and he nods.
"Yeah, that. It's...I mean, I thought that was just a porn thing. Not something people do in real life."
"Oh, I assure you, plenty of people enjoy it in real life."
I watch as the realization that I'm in this club and I'm comfortable here hits him. His mouth forms an adorable 'o' of surprise. "D-do you..." He stops and blinks, then shakes his head. "Wait. That's rude. I can't just ask you that."
He's too cute.
