Page 37 of Little Boy Toy

I lifted my arms, which felt heavy and weak, and encircled him lightly.

He lifted his head and cleared his throat. Eye to eye, he smiled down at me. “Can I call you Daddy now?”

13

Kendry

Being with Zale felt completely different from anyone I’d ever been with. Two orgasms (four if you counted both of us) into our relationship, and I was happily surprised that it had all felt so natural and deep. We were rubbing and getting hard and sucking and all that stuff, but it was more caring and loving than anyone had ever shown me before. Was this what it was like to make love?

Uh-oh. It was happening so fast. I couldn’t help but still think if he wasn’t a daddy he’d drift away from me sooner or later. Why would he want to be with a little?

But then, to be fair, he’d made the same statement out loud. He was unsure about me because he thought I only wanted a real daddy.

Now I’d blurted out my deepest fantasy right when we’d shared such fantastic intimacy.

“Can I call you Daddy now?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” he said, voice slurred.

He was still groggy. Still high from sex. From me. I’d given him the best blow job I’d ever given anyone, and I was very proud of myself.

“I don’t want you to just agree if you don’t like it.”

“I like whatever you want to do to me.” He shifted, holding me tighter in his arms.

“I know you don’t really want to be a daddy, but it’s going to slip out of me now and again. I’m just warning you.”

“Whatever it means to you, you can call me that. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”

Wow. Maybe we needed to go over the definition of Daddy a second time more clearly with each other.

I rolled over to face him. His eyes were open. He was not sleeping, just staring at me with a teasing smile on his face, his dark hair in his eyes.

“We need to talk about daddies.” My words came out blunter than I’d intended.

His eyebrows narrowed. He almost looked hurt.

I reached out to trace them with my forefinger. “You have an idea in your head about that and I do, too. I want to discuss it.”

Maybe it was the wrong time. Maybe not. But I needed to talk.

He nodded. “I’ll tell you anything.”

I blinked hard. “And we’ll both be honest?”

“I want nothing more than honesty between us, honey. It’s never been my intention to mislead you.”

“Good. I’ll go first. I’m going to tell you what I think about daddies in general, and then what I think a good daddy might be like. It’s been hard because I haven’t had a lot of experience with very good ones.”

“Okay.”

“First. There’s the role-playing type of daddy. When I first identified as little, I thought I should be attracted to that type. That it must be right for me because what I knew, which was not very much, was that boys and littles needed that in their lives. It would make them feel complete.”

Zale nodded, watching me with a gaze so intent I could barely concentrate.

“I pursued that for a while which led me to the club. At the club, suddenly there were lots of daddies and littles and I felt I’d found my crowd. It was a great feeling. Daddies came to me and flirted and took me out. They gave me toys and stuff and I thought it was great. But I guess I was naïve.”

“Why?”

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