It wasn’t. It was okay for the potatoes, but I was mad at how hard it was to eat fast. I slammed my spoon on the table and picked up a carrot. It was mushy. I didn’t like cooked carrots. But I ate them because I was supposed to clean my plate. Every bite got stuck in my throat. I looked up and noticed Daddy watching me closely.
“Wha-?” I asked around the last of the icky carrots.
“You could have said you didn’t like them,” he pointed out. He shook his head and set down his own fork. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. He was upset with me. Daddy quickly scooted his chair closer to mine and pulled me into a hug. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I wanted to be in the clean plate club. Good boys are supposed to eat what Daddy gives them.”
“Is that something you read on one of the blogs you told me about?” He turned both our chairs so we were facing one another, one of his legs slotted between mine so he could be as close as possible. I nodded. Before I had a Daddy of my own, I had learned everything I could about being little. A lot of it had focused on how to be little when you didn’t have a Mommy or Daddy to take care of you, but I also read a lot of things about how to be a good boy when you did have a Daddy who loved you. Daddy cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “Baby, what works for other people doesn’t mean it has to be a rule for us. We make the rules.”
“You do,” I corrected him.
Daddy scowled at me. “No,we do. If I make a rule you don’t agree to, I expect you to tell me, just like I would tell you if there’s something you wanted that I couldn’t do. But right now, Iamgoing to give you a rule. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me. I would like you to try one bite if it’s something new, but then you can say you don’t like it. Okay?”
That would have been good to know before I ate those gross carrots. They weren’t as icky as when I was a kid, but still not something I wanted to put in my mouth. “I like that rule.”
“Good. Now, how about you pick out a book to read while I clean up,” he suggested. I felt like I should help him, but he’d tell me if he wanted help.
I felt myself coming out of little space a bit following the disastrous end of dinner. I wasn’t sure if that was because I’d been thinking too hard or because I knew what was going to happen later. Maybe it was a combination of the two.
I sat down on the living room floor and started flipping through the books on the bottom shelf of the bookcase. For someone who didn’t have kids, Jay’s mom had a whole library of kids’ books laying around. I heard Jay come into the room, but he didn’t say anything. I looked up to see him standing over me, his hand reaching for the book in my hands. “This was one of my favorite books when I was a kid.”
When he flipped through the pages, I could almost see his mind going back in time. His thumb flicked over the worn edges of the paper. I hadn’t seen it before, but I wanted to know what it was about that book that made him smile like he was remembering happy times. I twisted around, using his pant legs to help pull myself up. “Will you read it to me tonight?”
“Yeah, I think this is the perfect book. Are you ready to go upstairs?”
I looked around the living room, trying to make sure we hadn’t left anything out. Jay’s mom said she wasn’t going to be home until tomorrow afternoon, but in case her plans changed, I didn’t want her coming home to my messes. I quickly picked up my binkie, blankie, Pika and Evie. “Bath time?”
“I think you’ve waited long enough.” Daddy held me as he ran a hand down my belly. He squeezed the front of my diaper and I whined, tightening my arms around his back. He rubbed me a few times and I buried my face against his shoulder, trying to hide how turned on I was. “Don’t you dare hold back on me now. You’ve been such a good boy today. I bet you’re still dry, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh. I didn’t get sticky,” I promised him. “You said I could, but then I was playing, and I didn’t think about my winky at all.”
But I was now. Now, it was the only thing I could think about. Daddy backed me toward the stairs, never letting go of my diaper. He tugged on the bottom of my onesie, popping the snaps as my heels hit the bottom step. I would have fallen down, but Daddy protected me. He held me close.
“We should get upstairs,” he suggested, grinding his cock against the front of my diaper. I giggled because the word cock was silly. But Daddies had cocks, not winkies. And that had me laughing even harder. Daddy quirked an eyebrow, setting off a full-blown giggle fit. “Care to tell me what’s so funny?”
“You have a cock and I have a winky,” I explained through my laughter. He cocked his head to the side, smirking as he waited for me to tell him why that was so funny. I didn’t know, it just was.
“Okay, Goofy Gus, let’s get you cleaned up.” I followed him up the stairs. The bathroom was across the hall, and it didn’t seem big enough for two of us. Daddy paid no attention to that as he started the water and poured tons and tons of bubbles into the water. “Hands up, time to get you clean.”
By the time Jay finished washing me, I felt floaty, and not in a good way. I wanted to stay little, but it wasn’t possible when the tip of his finger kept pushing against my hole.
“Please, Jay,” I begged, lifting my hips to give him easier access. Water sloshed over the edge of the tub. “I don’t want to wait longer. I want you to fuck me.”
Jay’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, probably to scold me for my language, but it was the easiest way I could think of to let him know where my head was at. This was my first time, and I didn’t want to forget a second of it. I didn’t want to be little for it, I wanted to make sure it was Chase and Jayden in that bed.
Jay must have realized what was happening because he stood and handed me a towel. His gaze roamed over my entire body as I stood in the tub, water running down my skin. I had never felt as wanted as I did when Jay looked at me with so much fire in his eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip and let out a low grunt. “Fuck, Chase. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to last long tonight with you looking like that.”
“I look the same as I’ve always looked,” I pointed out. I’d only caught peeks of Jay naked, but he’d seen every inch of my body already. I was a little soft around the middle, not cut like he was under his shirt. I still had a smooth chest, devoid of the trail of hair most guys had. I didn’t think I was anything special, but Jay made me feel like I was.
He reached out, running a finger over my dick, which was quickly coming on board with what was about to happen. “You’re so fucking wrong. There’s something about seeing the way you trust me that turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. Knowing that I’m the one you trust…fuck, baby.”
The pet name sounded different now than it usually did. He held my hand as I stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around my waist. He watched as I used a second towel to dry my hair. It was disconcerting having him staring at me the entire time and not touching me. He reached down and adjusted himself.
“You could get comfortable, you know,” I suggested. It wasn’t fair that I was naked, other than my towel, while he was still fully dressed. My hands shook as I took a step closer. I ignored the voice in the back of my head telling me I was going to do something wrong. Jay knew best, and he said I did a good job the last time he’d let me suck him off. I took another step. “It doesn’t seem fair for me to be naked and you still have all your clothes on.”
“Is that how it’s going to be tonight? Are you going to be pushy the whole time?” Jay teased. I swallowed hard as I took the last step to press my body against his. I reached down and cupped his dick, loving how he twitched and moaned at the contact. “Fuck. You keep doing that and it’ll be over before we get started.”
“I’ve heard that makes it even better for round two.” I really hoped he didn’t hear the way my voice cracked. I was trying to exude confidence, but I was in so over my head. Hell, I hadn’t even been able to give him a blowjob without him guiding me through it.
