Page 59 of Little Boy Toy

“Just a sec,” he murmured, typing away.

I rubbed my face against his leg and waited. It might have been two minutes, but it felt like an eternity. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pushed his knees apart and tried to slide between them, under his computer and to the side. He’d never notice, right?

I climbed him like the tree he was, but I wasn’t graceful. I nearly toppled his laptop off his lap. He caught it just before it hit the floor.

“Hey!”

“Sorry.” I bowed my head. “I need a lap.”

At that point, Zale immediately set his laptop aside and assisted me all the way up until I sat with my legs hanging down between his. I ran my race car over his chest and up to the collar of his shirt.

“What’s going on?” he asked softly. He was so patient with me, even when I disturbed him.

“I can’t get my track right. My cars always crash.”

“Is that so?”

I nodded my head against his shoulder. He smelled like clean, fresh soap.

He put his arms around me and hugged me, which was what I needed most. Who cared about the racetrack now?

“We can fix it together,” he said.

“Thank you, not-Daddy.”

He laughed and kissed me right on the lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him.

“How did you get to be so patient?” I asked.

Zale said, “I wasn’t always. It takes experience. And age. Age can change you.”

“Does that mean when I get to be your age I’ll change, too, and stop wanting to be little?”

“I hope not. But I would support you any way you are.”

It seemed like every time Zale opened his mouth, there was always one more nice thing to be said. He was magic that way. He made me feel like a prince. A little king. Like my entire self was made of gold.

He scooted forward, his hands around me, and started to rise. He lifted me effortlessly and I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt his hands come up beneath my ass to support me.

He walked us over to the racetrack.

“Well,” he said. “I think the starting point needs to be higher. And maybe the track between it and the loop a little longer.”

“Okay, not-Daddy,” I said softly in his ear. “We can fix it later. For now, can you just hold me?”

“I can do that.”

He swung me around so I could look out the front window at the jubilant blue sky and thin, white summer clouds.

He was all warm and strong and tall. But more, he was the kindest man I’d ever known. He never made me feel dirty or weird about my kink. His own kinks, well, those were different now, he said. He’d changed. He had wanted change. He said it had led him to me and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He always told me he enjoyed indulging me, taking care of me, loving me.

I now wore my jammie feet pants to bed every night. He loved them, would stroke them because they were so soft and fuzzy, and he very much loved taking them off me when we flew over the moon.

The two of us started off as opposites. But we fit together like it was meant to be.

One night in a kink club, reading in a corner, brought me the love of my life.

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