There was a room with a blue door. The door was painted with colorful balloons floating up into a full moon surrounded by stars. It looked completely out of place here.
“It's one of the additions from a few years ago. It's the littles room.”
“Littles?”
“You don't know the term? It's where daddies can hang out with their boys.”
“Ohh. I'm familiar with daddy/boy. I never explored it. And I never heard their boys referred to as littles.”
“I’m thinking that term became popular in the last decade. I guess you've been gone for a while.”
“I guess so.”
“The little’s room is a playroom. The boys can do the things they want to do in a safe space without feeling self-conscious or needy for things they weren't finding here with their daddies back in the day.”
“That's nice. In my time it was more like a size thing or maybe an age gap for a lot of the daddies and boys. I didn't really get into that play so I didn't think about what littles might want to do instead of having sexy times in any of the kink rooms.”
Charles walked up to a big window that overlooked the room. “See for yourself.”
My first impression was of a children's library. There were fairy tale murals on the walls and shelves filled with stuffed animals and cars and other toys. One section had books and fluffy comfy reading chairs. Another wall was lined with couches and a long low table. Men sat back watching the scene. They all had the look I remembered. Daddies.
The boys or, rather, littles were coloring at low tables or were playing on big colorful rugs. The room was clean and well-lit. A really cute space.
I was just about to turn away, my interest fading, when I saw a young man in pink overalls furiously coloring with a red crayon, his tongue peeking out the side of his mouth. He had blonde hair and a small physique.
I turned back for a better look. Charles stood patiently waiting.
Why had this little caught my attention? He looked way too young for me, though to get into the club he had to be at least twenty-one.
I surveyed the daddies sitting on the couch again. Laughing, talking, their eyes roving over their boys. But no one ever looked at the one in the pink. I wondered if he was alone. As soon as I had that thought, my heart began to rev up.
I turned to Charles. “I think I might want to go in there for a little while.”
“Yeah? Sure. I'll just wander. Text me, okay?”
I was already opening the door with my free hand, trying not to spill my drink.
3
Sage
The room was noisy with the other boys chattering as they played, but I still heard the door open. I sat within sight of it but refused to look up. I wasn't in the market so why bother looking? If it was another boy coming in I didn't care. If it was a daddy and he was good-looking he was probably already taken.
Very glanced up from his picture and turned to look at the door, confirming my instinct. “That’s a new daddy. I’ve never seen him before.”
“Umph.” I grunted.
Sure, I was curious. My neck muscles tightened. A tiny voice in my head tempted me.It’s not a crime to look. Go ahead. It doesn’t mean anything.
But it did mean something. It meant I didn’t have control. My needs might drive me into more scenarios that would lead to hurt feelings and hard hearts. This wasn’t the place to meetdaddies looking for real relationships. At least, that was my experience.
I gripped my crayon and pressed down on the page. I was coloring a truck now, my dragon picture finished. The truck was all red. The harder I pressed, the shinier and thicker that red truck got. I was careful to stay within the edges of the black outlines.
My legs were bent beneath me where I sat on the floor. I raised up a bit and pressed harder on the crayon. It snapped so hard a piece of it went flying across the carpet and almost hit Very.
What was wrong with me?
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
