“I’ll keep that in mind. When is your birthday, buddy? I feel like this is something a good Daddy should know.” It was funny how certain things didn’t seem all that important. Ididremember it was his twenty-first. I’d have to talk to William to see if he could help me give my buddy a proper birthday party. We could go to The Lodge and have it in the playroom. Maybe I could even get William to invite some other Daddies and their boys so it was a fun party. Jack was missing out on a huge market if he hadn’t considered offering birthday parties in the playroom.
“Not ‘til the end of April.” That would be tricky because it would be close to finals time, but we’d make it work. “Does that mean you’ll plan a surprise party with lots of surprises for me?”
“If I tell you, it won’t be much of a surprise, now will it,” I teased, booping his nose. I ducked down, reaching for the black and red backpack I’d picked up for myself. Eventually, I wanted us to be able to go out when he was little, and that meant I would need a diaper bag. Even if he wasn’t diapered at the time, Ash tended to be a mess maker. He’d definitely need extra clothes.
“What’s that, Daddy?” Ash propped himself up on his elbows, watching as I unpacked the bag. He squealed when he saw the onesie I’d ordered from the same place I got the diapers. “Is that for me? I get to wear a onesieandmy diaper?”
I nodded. Ash flopped onto his back, declaring I was the best Daddy ever. I wasn’t sure about all that, but as long as I washisbest Daddy ever, I’d take it. “Lift up, buddy. We need to get you out of your pants and undies.”
If I hadn’t done as much research as I had to make sure I was totally ready for this moment, I might have been upset to see that, for the first time all day, Ash was soft.
“Such a good boy,” I praised him, bending down for a quick kiss once he was naked from the waist down. His hands fisted in the sheets were the only outward sign of how nervous he was. “Remember, you can change your mind whenever you want.”
“I know, Daddy. That’s why I’m brave enough to try something new.” I drew a line from the tip of his nose, down his chin, to his sternum and belly button. He wiggled, but still didn’t get hard. “That tickles.”
I pulled a wipe out of the container and warmed it in my palm before cleaning him. He wasn’t messy, but I wanted to get him comfortable with the process. Eventually, he might be getting changed after using his diaper, and he’d need to be used to my touch so he could learn the difference between caretaking and arousal.
“Bottom up,” I directed him as I unfolded the diaper. Ash rested his hand on my forearm as I smoothed out the diaper and wrapped it around his body. It didn’t take long, and I was pretty sure it was secure by the time I had the little adhesive tabs in place.
Neither of us said anything as I rested a hand against the front of the diaper, marveling at how content he looked. His eyes were glassy and his smile was lazy. Diapers were definitely going to be part of our new weekend routine as long as they made him this relaxed.
15
Chase
“Buddy,it’s time to start picking up your toys.”
I looked up at the DVR, surprised to see that it was almost six o’clock. After Daddy put me in my diaper and onesie, we’d come downstairs so I could play. The coolest part of Daddy’s house was the window seat that had hidden storage. And the best part was all the toys he’d put in there just for me.
Even though Daddy told me I was allowed to get sticky if I wanted to, I’d settled into my happy place and hadn’t even thought about the diaper or how exposed I was. When I got cold, Daddy covered me up with a blankie.
It was the bestest day. But now Daddy wanted me to clean up and I wasn’t done playing. I turned my head and pouted. “Just a few more minutes? I’m almost done building my rocket ship.”
“Dinner’s ready, Ash. It’s time to clean up.” Daddy made me tingle when he used that rumbly voice. I scooted around on the floor instead of walking like a big boy. The front of my diaper pushed on my bits and the tingles got worse. I rocked back and forth a few times because Daddy said I could. He said I could get as messy as I wanted as long as I didn’t touch myself. That’s why I was sad when Daddy grabbed my hips, lifting me so my bits couldn’t touch the floor. “Oh no you don’t. You’ve had all day to play, now it’s time to eat.”
“But Daaaaady,” I whined. “Please? I promise I can be fast.”
“Nope. You’ll have to wait until after dinner now,” he warned me. I flipped around so I was sitting on the floor and crossed my arms over my chest. Daddy laughed at my pouty lips. “Trying to look cute isn’t going to make me change my mind. I’ll help you pick up. You don’t want dinner to get cold, do you?”
I scrunched my nose. Cold dinner sounded icky. “Can I leave my rocket ship together and finish later?”
Daddy very carefully picked it up and put it in the window seat. That wasn’t where it went. I didn’t want it hiding from me, I wanted to see it and work more after dinner. “If there’s time to play later, Daddy will help you get it out. Otherwise, it’ll be there next weekend.”
“Okay.” I let out a grumpy grunt. At least he didn’t say I had to break it and start over. Clean up went fast with teamwork. Daddy hugged me tight and gave me kisses when it was all done. He patted my squishy butt a couple of times, too. I grumped again because that made the tingles come back.
“Come on, trouble. After dinner, I think it’s going to be time to get ready for bed.” The way Daddy looked at me as he said it did even more funny things to my insides. It was like I was the specialest thing ever and he couldn’t wait to do things to me. That’s how I felt about him, too.
“It’s a spaceship plate!” I squealed, rushing to the table as soon as I saw my new plate and cup. It wasn’t until I pulled out my chair that I saw another surprise. “A bib?”
“Little boys are mess makers. I thought you might not want to get any stains on your new shirt,” Daddy explained as he put the bib on me. He thought of everything. I smoothed down the bib, which was special made for boys like me. “Thank you, Daddy. I love it!”
Daddy kissed the top of my head. “I’m glad, buddy. Now, let’s eat so we can get you in the bath.”
“And you’re going to clean me up while I play with my boats?” Even though I’d asked him a million billion times, Daddy smiled at my question. That was answer enough. “And then you’re going to kiss my owies? You said you would.”
“I’ll kiss them until you’re all better,” Daddy promised. “Eat first.”
It wasn’t easy using the little fork Daddy gave me. My food kept falling off and I couldn’t stab any food onto the end. Noticing my problems, Daddy got up from the table. I thought he was going to make me eat with a big people fork, but he handed me the matching little spoon. “Maybe this will be easier.”
