“Then what the fuck are you doing here, man? If I had a boy…” He made a moaning sound that was borderline obscene.
“I know. He’s probably still at work, though. Runs his own company and works long hours. Far too long, in my opinion.” I shrugged. It wasn’t entirely true since it was his uncle’s company, but he ran it like his own. That much I knew, and I was damned proud of him for it. “I was hoping to catch up with Preston. See how he’s doing.”
Joel took a long pull on his beer, finishing it off. “I don’t know. Think he was here earlier. I’m getting another. Want one?” He shook the bottle at me.
“No, thanks.” I held up mine which was still half full.
“Sure, man.”
I talked to a few other guys, bullshitting and laughing, but no serious conversations. Preston never showed, which meant Joel was probably right and I had just missed him. If I really wanted to talk to him, I could just call since I had his number. Huh, maybe I hadn’t actually wanted to talk to him as much as I thought. It seemed like I was merely killing time tonight, which was strange for me. Normally, I enjoyed these events and socializing, since I was a very outgoing person.
Growing up had been a mixed bag for me. I loved hanging out with friends and playing sports, total social butterfly, but once I started lactating, things changed. I felt like my world was ending. Thankfully, my parents were supportive, helping me figure out ways to still do all the things I’d done before. But now, I didn’t have to do anything extra when hanging with the Brotherhood, so I didn’t. But did that mean I was settling for less? Being with Gilly didn’t feel that way, but one thing was for sure—I didn’t like him not being available in the evenings. That was selfish of me, but true.
Fuck it. I went home, thinking about my sexy boy, and headed straight for the bedroom. I stripped and grabbed the lube before crawling into bed. I squirted a drop of it on my palm, liking things slick and easy. From the first stroke, I knew this was going to be quick. No sense kidding myself about it.
My butt dropped to the bed as I shifted, rubbing my cock with a flick of my wrist, thumbing over the top. Jacking off wasn’t the best solution, but without Gilly here, it was my only solution. Dreaming of him would make it better as I imagined him here on his knees in front of me, stretching his hands up and touching my torso. My cock tunneling in and out of that sweet mouth with those plump lips. My hands in his hair, grabbing his soft curls, using them to gently guide him up and down my shaft.
The telltale signs of the impending orgasm slid down my backbone and shot straight to my groin. My dick felt impossibly hard, and my balls pulled up tight. I couldn’t hold back, calling out Gilly’s name as I came.
I tried to linger in the afterglow, but my chest felt tight and in need of pumping. Sometimes, it was damned inconvenient, but now that I had Gilly to help with it, I couldn’t regret it for a minute. Instead, I washed up and got my equipment out. After getting comfortable, I set it up and took care of business.
9
GILLY
Daddy took me to the park again on Saturday, but this time he had bubbles! Yay! Just like the Ellie book I asked him to read to me every night. He said he could get another one, but I liked this one even though I had it memorized already. It was all about Ellie and her friends at the park playing with bubbles, and today I got to play too just like they did.
Daddy had a three-pronged giant wand, and when he pulled it out of the big soap container, he held it up and turned in a circle, sending all sizes of bubbles flying out over the grass. I yelled and jumped and chased them. After a few minutes, I was joined by a little dog and his two teenage owners. I guess seeing me play encouraged them too, and all four of us had a great time chasing Daddy’s bubbles.
I spun around in the sun with my arms stretched out. Daddy Nate made me so happy. I hoped I could use my Daddy as a binky when we got to his house today. I’d been so stressed out at work all week and really needed a brain break and knew Daddy could provide that. There was a lot going on and not enough new clients, to the point we barely made payroll on Friday despite thehours I put in. I’d spent too much time trying to hustle up new business with not enough results. I wished Grandpa were still alive. If he couldn’t help me, he’d at least understand. He’d been a great consolation in my life when I needed it. So had my uncle, but it seemed my uncle had been checking out and ignoring work, leaving it to me to do. I understood why, but it felt a lot like my high school years with my parents ignoring me, preferring to do their own things.
But no thinking about all that. I was going to have a fun weekend with Daddy. Now that I had him, I didn’t want to let him go.
After the park, we stopped for fast food on the way home. “Gilly? What do you want?”
“A burger, no cheese, and fries, please. Do they have apple slices, Daddy?”
“Yes. Do you want the kids’ meal then?”
“Nah…” I didn’t want to push my luck.
“You can still have both fries and apples.” Guess Daddy read my mind.
“Really?”
He reached over and grabbed my knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Of course.”
“Okay, then. I’ll have that.”
The kids’ meal came with a toy too. It wasn’t Ellie, but it was still cute and fun to play with. It was one of those racecars that you pulled backwards on the ground, and when you let go, it flew off really fast. I held it up to look at it. Red and blue. “I don’t have many toys…”
“Why not?”
“It’s difficult to hide the few I have. Plus, Mom and Dad packed everything I had in boxes after I moved out.” That had been super hard. Sometimes, I still couldn’t believe my parents let me move when I did. After Grandpa passed, I was all alone in that big house that needed way more attention than I could give it. “Broke my heart to sell Grandpa’s house.”
“I can only imagine.” The rest of the drive home was quiet, and as we pulled into the driveway, Daddy Nate squeezed my knee again. “Gilly, you know you can have toys at my house, if you want to.”
“Really?”
