“Can we not? Please? I know you’re trying to help me, and you don’t want to scare me, but I don’t think slow is going to work. If I’m going to do this, I need to be all-in, so I don’t have time to talk myself out of it. The sex stuff might have to wait because that’s different, but if I’m going to be your boy, I think I need you to just take over and do the things, and I’ll tell you if it’s too intense.” By the time I got all of that out, I felt lightheaded and out of breath. My shoulders sagged with relief. I’d done it. I’d told him what I needed. Now, I just had to wait for him to tell me if he was okay with it.
“Are you sure?” Theron slid one hand up my chest, pushing me back slightly so he could look up at me. “I’m more than willing to dive right in, but only if you’re absolutely certain.”
“I am.” I was proud of how strong I sounded as I said it. Iwascertain. Part of me felt like all that waiting had been worth it because I had time to consider what I was interested in without anyone else’s influence. And the crap I’d been through since I first came out, forced me to be a more confident man, even if I sometimes forgot.
“Okay, then I think we need to talk a little more before I get you changed. One rule I have for myself is that I never have important talks with my boy when he’s little.” I scrunched up my nose, knowing that was a rule he’d had with other boys, too. It was stupid and impractical, but I wanted to be the only boy, not just the current one. “Don’t look at me like that. I promise it won’t be painful.”
“I know, I just… We’ve done a lot of talking already. I don’t want to wait for the good stuff,” I whined, and Theron laughed. “I’m serious. I know wehaveto talk, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
Theron lifted me off his lap before sliding up to the head of the bed. He spread his legs and patted the mattress. I quickly settled, turning to the side so I could rest my head on his chest. I hummed my delight when Theron wrapped his arms around my body. Times like this, I didn’t mind being smaller than most guys. I felt safe in his embrace—tiny and treasured.
“I get the feeling we’re going to have to work on your patience,” Theron teased.
“Waiting sucks,” I grumbled.
“And wedefinitelyneed to work on your language. Good little boys don’t talk back or use bad words.” I looked up at him, ready to argue thatsuckswasnota bad word, but I shut my mouth as soon as Theron’s eyebrow lifted. He smiled, releasing me long enough to brush a thumb over my cheek. “Good boy. See, you’re going to do just fine. Before I get you changed and start working on dinner while you get your homework done, I want to know how you see things going between us. Do you want to have a word to tell me you want to be little? Is this something you want all the time eventually? Somewhere in between?”
“What do you want?” I didn’t think role playing once or twice a week would be enough for me, but I didn’t want to be greedy, either. Theron had a whole life outside of me and I didn’t want to take up all his time.
“Nope. I want to hear your thoughts. But if it’ll help, I’ll tell you I’ve been with men who liked setting up scenes and playing, as well as boys who were little all the time and came to me when they needed attention from a caregiver,” he explained.
It was interesting that he didn’t say he was their Daddy, but then again, I was familiar with the term and I supposed it made sense. Daddies were a special level of caregiver that I thought came when you were in a relationship with the other person. But then, why had he referred to himself as my Daddy? Was he testing the waters? Trying to see how I’d react?
There was only one way to find out…
“I know I have to be big when I’m at work or school, but outside of that, I’m not really sure. Sometimes, being all little seems strange, but other times it’s like this fantasy world.” I probably wasn’t making any sense. I closed my eyes, trying to push back the self-doubt. Theron rubbed my back, and his steady breathing settled me enough to keep going. “I know I liked it when William made me take a nap with Corey. It wasn’t sexual at all, but I liked feeling cared for. William does that a lot, but I know he’s Corey’s Daddy and won’t ever really be mine.”
“And how does that make you feel?” Theron asked.
“Sad, a little,” I admitted. There were brief moments when I wondered if it was possible for one Daddy to have two boys. I was sure it was, but not with William and Corey—not when they were still trying to sort things out for themselves. “And then I think I’m a bad friend because borrowing someone else’s Daddy shouldn’t feel so good. But it does. And I want to feel the good things for myself.”
“As you should.” Theron started combing his fingers through my hair. “It sounds like William has been a good caregiver to you, even if you didn’t realize it. I’ll have to thank him for looking out for you until I found you.”
I smiled, burying my face in Theron’s chest. He sounded genuinely happy that he’d found me, as he put it. I liked that. A lot.
“What about this… When you come over here, you can be little all you want. When you first arrive, we’ll figure out a routine that works to help you transition to Sammy, but if you ever don’t want to be little, we’ll have a word for that,” Theron explained. It sounded like a good compromise. No, it sounded like exactly what I dreamed of but couldn’t let myself believe could be a real life. Being able to escape to Daddy’s house and be his boy would help me survive the rest of this semester without going off on my roommates.
“I’d like that a lot.” I rolled onto my belly, arching my back so I could look at him. I wiggled around so I could grab the pile of clothes next to him. “Is that enough talking for today? My undies are all gross from when you were talking about doing stuff to me earlier.”
“Gross?”
I scrunched up my nose and nodded. This was another of those things most guys didn’t relate to. Precum was a thing for them, but it was different for me. I hooked my arms around Daddy’s neck. Maybe whispering it to him would make this less embarrassing. “You made me really wet. It’s not comfortable.”
I was also hornier than I could ever remember being with another person but admitting that was a step too far. I really hoped he understood it was only certain sex things I needed to go slow with.
I moaned when Theron slipped his hand into the back of my pants. His finger pressed into my crack, sliding deeper between my legs. No one had touched me there. I held my breath, waiting for him to feel the very obvious differences between me and the other boys he’d been with.
“You weren’t lying, baby. You’re definitely messy.” I whimpered as he ran his finger through my arousal. “That could be really convenient later.”
“Not now?” I whined. God, he was going to kill me if he kept getting me close to an orgasm and then backed off.
“Not now,” he confirmed. “My precious boy has homework to do and I need to get all your things put away. If you’re good, maybe Daddy will help you with that before bedtime.”
Bedtime? Did that mean he was hoping I’d stay here tonight? God, I hoped so. He’d bought me a couple pairs of jammies, and I really wanted him to put me in them so I could see if they looked as cute as he said they would.
“Lay down at the foot of the bed. I need to grab something and then I’ll get you into clean undies.” He watched me as I scooted away from him. I felt awkward and exposed, unsure where to put my hands. Theron licked his lips. It was hard to miss the outline of his erection. Maybe if I wasreallygood, both of us could have a treat before bedtime. “I think I might have to do some more shopping while you’re working.”
“You already bought too much,” I protested. I wasn’t used to people lavishing me with gifts, and I almost felt sick to my stomach when I saw the total at the store. No, I didn’t need more things.
