Page 22 of Little Boy Toy

Suddenly, his cheeks darkened. He glanced away, his hand going slack in mine, pulling away and resting in his lap. “I’m sorry. That was way too personal.”

“Well, we are talking about personal stuff.” I leaned my head on the couch back. “I used to. I was wild in my twenties.” I peeked over at him. He was still staring up at me, rapt. “When I was your age I would be flattered by a smile and want more. It was sexy and fun and I craved it all the time. I learned about kink clubs and couldn’t wait to get memberships. It was only a few weeks ago that my friend Errol introduced me to The Red Door.”

“You aren’t a regular?”

I shook my head no.

“I thought it would be sort of neat, too, the clubs. I was all curious when I first joined. I was terrified of doing anything public, though. You know, other than being little.”

“Like taking off your clothes?” I asked.

He nodded. “Did you?”

“Hell, yeah. I did everything at least once. I had to make sure if I liked it or not.”

“So you try twice?” He laughed.

“Yep.”

“You did everything but try being a daddy.”

He got me. “That’s true.”

“You don’t have to be that if you don’t want. But you have maybe a daddy-ish vibe that I like.”

I leaned forward. “Tell me more.”

“I didn’t mean you are. It’s just a vibe. I would never tell you to be that.”

“I’m a curious sort, though. A Red Door member now. Talk to me about it, if you don’t mind.”

“Only if you don’t mind,” he said.

“I just consented.”

“Okay, well.” He put his hand to his chin, making a fist and leaning on it. “It’s more than just the size thing, right?”

I nodded, encouraging him.

He went on. “It’s a feeling. Like you care. And I mean in that daddy vibe-ish way.”

“I need more. If you’re referring to dinner and the reading we’ve done, I’d do that for anyone I liked.”

“That’s true.” Kendry squinted, closing one eye as if thinking harder. “Being attentive and caring isn’t just for daddies. The daddies I’ve known like to be dominant and call me boy. They get off on the little stuff, too, like what I wear, and sometimes my toys. Or bath time. Or diapers, which as a six year old I don’t wear. Or punishment. Or tears. It’s often sexual, but not always. That’s not exactly what I’m talking about with you, though. Your vibe is very supportive and accepting, like you’re there for me and you don’t mind my little at all.”

“No, I don’t mind him at all,” I repeated, smiling. I knew all that about daddies, but I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted him to talk about how he was relating to me.

“Obviously, you didn’t try the little scene because that wasn’t what you were attracted to. But to me you have the vibe because of your great understanding. I don’t know exactly how to put it, but I don’t think you have to be attracted to the scene to be attracted to one person.” He lowered his head and both hands now hid his face. “I can’t believe I just said that!”

“So you’re saying my vibe toward you feels like a daddy vibe to you even though I’m not?”

“Yeah.”

“Because I’m focused on you and attentive to you.”

“Yeah.” He spoke both words with his fingers still splayed over his face.

“Some people are looking for a scene and some are looking for more,” I said. “The scene is like a play. The ‘more’ is real. The vibe can come from just being compatible, comfortable, and cared about.”

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