Jason
I pull onto the gravel track leading to Ben’s campground. A cloud of dust fills my rearview mirror, highlighted by my taillights.
When Ben showed me photos of where he’s been living, I had to admit it looked idyllic. Peaceful. My protective instincts were still there, but they settled a little when I realized he was in such a serene area with a small man-made lake and towering pine trees. It really was like he was camping. Or, as he claimed,glamping.
When his van comes into view, I murmur, “Come on, old girl, just hold it together for a bit longer. Ben needs you.”
I’ll have to do a search to find mechanics around here who can work on a vintage Volkswagen. I hope Ben sees this as a minor hiccup, not a total defeat. Hopefully, it’s just a loose wire. A simple fix.
A small figure with unruly blonde curls emerges from the van. Waving enthusiastically. Relief washes over me when I realize that he is okay.
Ben briskly walks towards my car, his backpack slung over one shoulder. “It turned so cold, so quickly. It felt like an eternity since I talked to you, and I thought you forgot about me,” his tone light and teasing.
“Never,” I tell him, leaning over and brushing my lips against his in a chaste kiss. A genuine smile spreads across my face when I pull back. He relaxes in the back of the seat and holds his hands up to the vent to warm them.
I reach over and grab his seat belt to buckle him in.
“Thanks, Daddy,” he quips.
I reverse the car and pull out of his lot.
“How was camp, son?” I tease back, aware he is not in littlespace.
“It was amazing,” Ben tells me, bouncing in his seat. He pauses, the wheels in his head clearly turning. “We built a fort, went canoeing, and I even saw a deer! But…” He pauses, a slight frown creasing his brow.
“But?” I prompt, my own gaze flicking to the cross traffic and the light. Thankfully, it’s still green.
“It got chilly in my cabin. The heater wasn’t working.” He shrugs. “I figured it’s probably no big deal. We’re going home now,” he states.
Home. The way he casually called my house home sends warmth through me that has nothing to do with the car's heater.
My heart does a little leap.
“Let me worry about your heater. I will find someone to take a look at it for you. We’ll have you toasty warm before you know it.”
He grins and leans his head on my shoulder.
“Thank you. You’re the best, Daddy.” This time, his tone is more sincere.
As we pull into my driveway, I say, “Alright, Mr. Adventurer, you’ve earned a proper pampering session. How about a warm bath?”
Ben’s eyes light up. “Really? With toys and bubbles?”
“Of course. And…if you’re interested, we can have some little/daddy time to help forget about the van for tonight.” I see a shift when Ben processes my suggestion, and he begins to slip further into a littlespace.
The scent of mixed berries begins to fill the air as the warm water fills the tub. Suds begin forming on the surface.
“Alright, kiddo, let’s get you out of these clothes so we can get you clean.” I sit on the closed toilet seat with Ben standing between my legs. He lifts his arms, and I pull his shirt over his head. I kiss his tummy.
“Daddy, that tickles,” Ben giggles.
His pants and underwear come off in one shot, his cock already hard and practically brushes my lips when he thrusts forward.
“Ben,” I warn. “This is about getting clean and helping you relax.” I remind him.
When we talked about our limits before, while he is in littlespace, he said that he doesn’t mind intimate touching, but he doesn’t want to have penetrative sex while in that headspace.
“But Daddy, it hurt. Hep pease.” He says it with puppy-dog eyes and his little voice.
