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I was a good boy who gave Daddy kisses and licks and gave him lots of pets.

“I’m going to…if you keep…fuck.” Giggling, I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and sucked down his explosions like it was more dessert.

It wasn’t dessert.

But it wasn’t bad.

Daddy said more naughty words as he groaned, so I knew he liked it but it was kind of sour. I liked sweet better, so when he was all done, I gave him one more pet and climbed up on his lap. “Gotta have dessert, Daddy. Explosions are salty. Or something.”

I didn’t know why they were something but they were something.

Daddy laughed but his big brain wasn’t working because he just sighed and shook his head. That wasn’t a yellow or red, though, and he cuddled me as I wiggled up on his lap, so I didn’t worry. “The other one, baby boy. That one is still full.”

More dessert.

Wrapping my lips around Daddy’s nipple, I got snuggles and he hugged me tight, so I closed my eyes and sucked.

Yes, yummy, not salty.

Getting snuggles made dessert even better and I was starting to remember why I’d wanted a nap. Cuddling was hard work. Drinking was hard work even if it was yummy. Pets and explosions were hard work.

Yes, I deserved a nap.

Just a little one…after dessert…and after cuddles and after…I was going to…

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“If you sleep much longer, you’ll be up all night.” Daddy’s voice was still happy even though big me had finally remembered why he might’ve been stressed. “Hmm, I think you woke up big.”

I kind of wanted to laugh, but I nodded and hid my face against his neck. “How are you doing, Daddy?”

Hmm.

That didn’t feel weird, so I didn’t worry about it.

He chuckled.

“Better than you.” Daddy was feeling sassy, but he kissed my head and rubbed my back. “I think I’m supposed to ask you if you need water and what color you are.”

I couldn’t hold back laughter that time. “Green but nervous. And no. I’m not thirsty.”

I could feel my face heating up and I knew he could see it when he started to cough. Daddy didn’t cover his laughter very well but he tried. “No, that’s not a surprise.”

Well, he wasn’t worried anymore?

“Is that okay?” Not wanting him to worry, I took a breath and whispered before he could answer. “I hope it’s okay. I liked being little with you.”

For a lot of reasons…not just the palate cleanser.

“I’d also really appreciate it if you told me I didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about.” Yes, that would be good to hear before I moved and had to look him in the eyes again.

“Sit up for me, baby boy.” The fact that I was still his baby and he stroked my head as he jostled me gave me enough confidence to actually obey him. “Good boy, now open your eyes for me. Be brave just a second.”

Ugh.

I peeked.

He was smiling like I was cute. “There you are. Kind of.”

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