His shoulder slumped, and he attempted to look away, but I held his chin firm in my grasp. “Little one. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Tristan sighed in defeat and pouted briefly before speaking. “I sowwie Dada. I know Ewwie wubs me and wouldn’t be mean, but I just don’t wanna. I big boy n gunna pway wif Ewwie.”
Tristan loved being little and absolutely adored it when I used words to help him feel small, so his being adamant about being a big boy struck me as odd. “But you don’t have to be a big boy right now, you’re my sweet little one… is there a reason why you feel the need to be bigger?”
Tristan slumped in my hold before his eyes became glassy with tears. His voice was deeper, and it shook slightly. I hated that he was so stressed it brought him out of his little space, but I knew we needed to talk before moving forward.
“I love when you diaper me, it feels so intimate and relaxing, and you take such good care of me. But when I’m with you, especially when I’m diapered, I regress younger than I usually do, and it’s amazing, but it’s also vulnerable. I trust Ellery, and I know they wouldn’t judge, but it feels like our special thing. I feel sovulnerable and small when diapered, and I don’t even realize I go. I want the option to have that with you when we want to, and not feel like I have to to avoid an accident… plus I don’t even know if I’m going to slip as deep as I usually do with Ellie there, since we usually do activities for older littles. I’m not saying I don’t ever want to be diapered around them, it’s just still and new and different, and adding a diaper to the mix right now feels overwhelming.”
It was as if he just dumped every thought that bounced through his nervous mind, but regardless, my heart exploded with pride for my sweet, brave boy. His confidence had come so far, even though anxiety rolled off him in waves. I cupped both sides of his face and placed a soft kiss on his trembling lips.
“I’m so proud of you for telling me how you feel, sweetheart. I love diapering you, and I’m glad it’s as special for you as it is for me. I totally understand how you feel. We’ve only known each other for a few weeks, and while it’s been the best time of my life, it’s also been a lot, huh?”
He nodded his head sheepishly and nuzzled his cheek against my palm, still cupping his face.
“You always have a choice, and if you aren’t ready to wear a diaper around company, and even if you never are, that is totally fine. I’ll make sure to take you to the bathroom every couple of hours. Is it okay if I ask you if you need to go in front of Ellery?”
Tristan leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “That’s totally okay with me. Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, sweet boy.” With my hands still cupping his face, I pulled him closer and took his mouth with mine. Ourkiss was slow but heated, both of us just content to lap at the other’s tongue. When we finally broke for hair, Tristan looked absolutely blissed out, his breath coming out in soft pants.
“I never want to stop kissing you, but Ellery will be here soon, and my sweet boy needs his diaper changed and put into a nice pair of snug undies.”
My sweet boy smiled lazily, then grabbed his pacifier that was attached to his dragon onesie, and began sucking. Placing my hand on his upper back and shoulder, I guided him to lie flat on the changing mat. Tristan closed his eyes, still sucking on his paci as I unzipped his onesie. Once I got his feet freed, I pulled back the tabs of his diaper and had to stifle a moan at the sight. My messy boy was wet and not just from using his diaper. His cute little cock was red and throbbing as it continued to leak against his skin.
“Did my sweet baby like Daddy’s kisses?” Tristan moaned behind his paci as he nodded his head. I glanced at the clock on the far wall. We had about fifteen minutes before Ellery would arrive, and with how worked up Tristan already was, that was plenty of time to pleasure my boy. “Do you need Daddy’s help, sweetie?”
Tristan’s eyes snapped open, and the heat and desperation in his eyes nearly brought me to my knees. Tristan’s sweet voice slurred around his paci, which was in complete contrast to the lust in his eyes. It was pure sweetness and love, and it made me just as weak. “Pwease, Daddy.”
“Anything for you, little one.” His little cock was hard and leaking, and it made my mouth water. It was all I could do to keep from licking him clean, but the reminder that this was nota clean diaper definitely held me back, sucking up all his come would have to wait. Reluctantly, I grabbed the front of his diaper and secured the tabs.
Tristan let out a disappointed whine, making me chuckle. “I know, sweet boy. I really want to suck your little cock between my lips till you spill, but Ellery will be here soon.” I supped the front of his diaper and began rocking my palm against his tiny bulge.
Tristan gasped, and he bucked off the table, diaper-covered, groin thrusting into my palm. “There you go, baby… does it feel good when Daddy rubs you?” He continued to suck his paci as he moaned and bucked into my hand. Increasing the pressure of my palm, I matched his movement. His hips stuttered, and his paci fell out of his mouth as he cried out. “ I-I’m coming, Daddy.”
“That’s it, sweetheart, be good for Daddy and make a mess in your diaper.” His thrusts slowed as he rode out his orgasm, but I kept my hold until he was trying to wiggle away from becoming too sensitive. “Good job, baby… let’s get you cleaned up.
Leaning over him, I kissed his swollen lips before bringing his paci to his mouth. He sucked the rubber between his lips greedily and then nuzzled our foreheads together. Placing one last kiss on his the tip of his nose, I finished getting him cleaned up.
Just as I was zipping up his onesie after getting him all clean and snug in a pair of training undies, the doorbell rang. Tristan squealed behind his paci and reached out for me with grabby hands. “Come on, little one, let’s go let Ellery inside!”
I scooped him and placed him on my hip as he wiggled withexcitement. “Ewwie! Ewwie! Dey here,” I tightened my grip on my excited boy so he didn’t fall. Once we got to the door, Tristan pushed out of my arms, and I placed him down on the floor. Before his feet even hit the ground, he was launching toward the door handle to open it.
Ellery chuckled as they were being dragged inside by my excited boy, who giggled and shouted for Ellery to follow him. Once they made it safely into the living room, I grabbed Tristan and popped him on my hip. “I know you’re excited, little one, but Ellery just got here. Let’s give them a second to get settled, then we can show them around.”
A guilty expression crossed his face, and he looked at Ellery. “Sowwie.” Just as I was about to tell him he didn’t need to apologize, Ellery spoke, “Don’t be sorry, buddy. I’m super excited too. I just need a moment to get changed and my stuff put away.”
Tristan smiled and pointed down the hall over my shoulder, but I spoke for him. “In case you need it, the bathroom is the first door on the left, and the one next to it is a guest room where you can change and set your bags.”
Ellery nodded and headed down the hall. “Dada, can I hab choccy milk while Ewwie gets ready, I firsty?”
I kissed his nose, unable to help it, because he was so adorable. “Of course, little one. Would Ellery like some too?” Tristan clapped his hands and squealed. “Yay, fank you Dada. Ellery wuvs choccy milk too.”
Placing Tristan on the countertop next to the fridge, I grabbed the milk and chocolate syrup, then reached into the cabinet toget two sippy cups. Tristan was the best helper and helped me pour the chocolate sauce and mix it.
We had just finished mixing the syrup and screwing on the lids when Ellery entered the Kitchen. “Ewwie Ewwie Dada made us choccy milk. I helped.”
Ellery’s face lit up, and they cheered. “Chocolate milk is the best!”
I tucked the no-spill cups under my arms, scooped Tristan off the counter, and led them into the living room. “He was the best helper.”
