Page 31 of Little Boy Toy

“I take that as a yes. And I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t okay. I’m happy to spend more time with you and make this great day last longer.”

I leaned back in the seat, sighing. “It was a great day.”

And now I was going home with Zale.

In the water, he hadn’t been afraid to touch me. I knew he liked me. That was an issue at first, but not now.

I told Zale it was a great day. That was a tiny lie of omission. It was actually one of the best days I’d had in a long, long time. The beach was great fun, but there was all that touching in the water. That was my favorite part. I wanted to hold onto him and never break free. It felt safe. And very, very good. I’d never been attracted to somebody like this.

As we drove to Zale’s house, my skin tingled all over. And not just from salt water. I’d rinsed off pretty well before getting into the car. But it was as if my body could still feel him touching me beneath the rushing waves.

Could he really be feeling the same things I was?

My rational brain asked, Why not? People were people. I was a person. Zale was a person. And we liked each other. And, it turned out, we liked the same books. That in itself was magical.

When we got to his house, Zale said I could have the first shower. He began to unload the toys and beach stuff from the car. I helped him carry it in, then went into his master bath. He followed, which was a very daddy thing to do. He showed me all the pertinent things and told me where I could hang my swim trunks to dry on an empty towel rack.

Zale had a lovely shower, all glass with a rock tile floor. As I stood with hot water streaming over my body, I couldn’t help but think about Zale standing naked in this same place. This was where he took his own showers. This very spot was where he washed his tall body, his muscular shoulders, his hard abs. And maybe other hard things.

My body flushed all over, hotter than the water itself pouring down on me. My cock began to fill. This wasn’t the time or place. I needed to wait until I got home to begin my Zale fantasies.

Just before I got out, I turned the shower to cold and gave a little squeak as the water sliced over my skin. It barely had any effect on my cock at first. But then as I shivered, my cock shriveled a bit. It would have to do.

I put my clothes back on. In my own little pack, I’d brought spare underwear which I had ignored at the beach shower. Now I put them on followed by my shorts and shirt. They were mostly sand free.

I kept my feet bare. I didn’t think Zale would mind if I went shoeless and sockless in his house.

As I came out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, he was waiting but pretending not to be waiting. He fiddled with something at his dresser. I smiled to see him being nervous.

He turned. “Have a good shower?”

“Yep. You have great water pressure.”

He gestured toward the doorway. “You can make yourself at home. I put snacks on the coffee table. And your sippy cup has juice.”

Fact: he made sure my sippy cup was filled.

Fact: he was waiting for me to come out of the shower.

Fact: he wanted me to make myself at home.

Fact: he was into me.

He was doing a fantastic job of daddying without even thinking about it. Maybe that was what I’d been looking for all along. A not-daddy with daddy instincts that weren’t contrived.

Zale was a fantasy come true. A fantasy I didn’t even know I had until I’d met him.

As Zale went into the bathroom for his own shower, I walked into the living room to see my sippy cup and snacks waiting for me.

I got comfy on the couch and sipped away, I contemplating what to do. I wanted Zale. Despite our fun in the sea today, he was still holding back. Should I just grab him and go for it? In my adult life as a little, I’d had daddies approach me who knew what they wanted. I hadn’t had to do a lot of work. I was the way I was, and it attracted them.

Zale made me feel like I needed to do more.

My goal: to nab this guy for good. Tonight.

I heard footfalls and looked up. Zale grinned down at me, then flopped on the couch, his knees spread, one knee brushing mine. He reached for his drink—a beer—with one hand and slicked his wet hair back with the other.

“I see you found your drink.”

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