Page 4 of Awakening His Daddy

Leo thinks I’m too picky, but ever since I fell down a very specific Daddy rabbit hole and found out that men can lactate…

Why would I settle for something else?

I shift my hips, trying to make room for my erection that’s trying to say hi. Too bad I wore my tightest jeans and they’re strangling my dick right now.

That’s the price I have to pay to show off my amazing ass.

I look over my shoulder for a reminder. I can’t see it, but I know my butt looks incredible, so I saunter into the bar area.

The place is pretty busy for a weeknight, but I’m not deterred. I want my forever Daddy, and he’s here. I can just feel it!

Fine, that might not be the first time I’ve said that, but this time, I know it’s right.

When I found this event, though, it was a random stroke of luck. I wanted to ask Leo to come with me, but I decided against it. I’m not sure how he’d feel about me wanting to nurse with a grown man. I don’t think he’d ever judge me because he’s so open to things himself, but it feels too personal.

I feel a tiny bit guilty because we share everything, but I might never find my lactating Daddy unicorn, so no point in telling him until I’ve found someone.

Thankfully, he’s busy tonight, otherwise he would have asked to come with and then gotten suspicious when I tried to lie to him. Looks like he found some lumberjack to rail in a bathroom somewhere. I know because he sent pictures!

Not of the sex, not that I would have minded seeing those, but of them kissing in a bar somewhere.

Either way, I’m still wishing I could have asked him to come with me.

He is my bestie, after all, even if I never tell him that his dad is the man of my dreams. If only he was a Daddy, gay, and lactated.

He’d be such a good Daddy. He really wants to take care of me, but something always holds him back. I think he doesn’t want to make me feel like I’m incapable, but I’m capable all day at work. I want a man to take care of me in my limited downtime. And he’s hot as fuck. He’s got a thick beard, not the really long biker kind, but like the Santa long kind, and he keeps his jet-black hair, which is starting to salt-and-pepper, just long enough to fall in front of his gray eyes. The best part is that he’s hairy, like chest hair pouring out of his shirt hairy. I wonder if his ass is fuzzy.

A boy can dream, and is it so wrong to want my best friend’s dad to bemyunicorn?

Fine, I know it is, and unicorns aren’t real. I need to remember that so I don’t get my hopes smashed when I don’t find one tonight. No, I’ll probably end up just going home and jerking off to my favorite fantasy. Daddy Joe spanking the hell out of me and letting me cum on his thighs. Mmmm. His thick, furry thighs that I can’t help staring at when he wears shorts during the summer.

Not what I’m here for!I need to focus my own brain.Stop being stupid.

God, I’m so weird.

“Hey, cute shirt.” A server with a tray of drinks winks as he walks by.

I look down at my baby-blue shirt with a kitten making real biscuits in a kitchen. “Thanks.”

“You might want to try the back room.” He nods toward the back and walks off.

I wonder what’s back there.

Does he know I’m looking for a Daddy?

My shirt is silly, but it doesn’t scream Little.

Maybe he knows about the brotherhood!

My shirt definitely doesn’t scream “I want Daddy milk.”

I snort a laugh.

Daddy milk.

It has so many meanings.

Straightening my shoulders, I shake out my curly mullet. It actually looks pretty good tonight.

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