Page 28 of My Young Alpha Daddy

‘Okay, let’s lift some serious fucking weight,’ I say, eyeing up the 60KG dumbbells. ‘Four sets of twelve. Let’s get pumped.’

‘You know it,’ Kyle replies, already sitting down on the bench and getting himself primed to lift.

We work out, and we work out hard.

Neither one of us wants to take a backward step, and we push each other on to better things.

It might get competitive at times, but we’ve got one another’s back…

‘Keep going! Fight it. Fight that fucking weight,’ I roar, giving Kyle the encouragement he needs to beat his bench-press personal best.

‘Yeah!’ Kyle hollers, delighted to have made it. ‘I think I need a shower. I’m all fucking done for the day.’

‘No, you can’t bealldone,’ I say, a grin on my face.

‘Please don’t tell me you want to do cardio,’ Kyle replies. ‘I’ll jump out of this fourth story window if you tell me we’re doing cardio!’

‘Relax, bro,’ I reply, struggling to contain my laughter. ‘No, we’re going to go to The Fluffy Diaper. Aaron will be there and so will his friends. You into it?’

‘NowthatI can get into!’ Kyle replies. ‘Take me to the boys!’

We walk out of the gym and hit the showers.

There will be fun and games ahead at The Little Diaper and I want to be as fresh and clean as I can for my darling baby boy…

Chapter 9

Aaron

I love The Fluffy Diaper more than all the candy, chocolate, and extra tropical juice boxes in the whole world.

Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration.

But I do love The Fluffy Diaper.

And just to make it even better, I’m here with Toby and Nick.

With our stuffies under our arms and our diapers nice and tight under our MeUndies fruity pattern rompers, we’re good to go…

‘Hey, let’s have a race!’ I say, sipping down the last of my mango and papaya juice box.

‘A crawl race?’ Nick says, shaking his big, cute butt. ‘I bet I win!’

‘Naaaw, I’ll win!’ Toby giggles, getting down on all fours and making a revving sound like a super-fast sports car.

‘But what does the winner get?’ I giggle, the three of us all on all fours in a line. ‘How about the winner gets an extra scoop of ice cream?’

‘Yay!’ Nick and Toby squeal in unison.

‘Okay, on three…’ I say. ‘Three. Two. One….Go!’

I don’t waste any time and begin crawling as fast as my arms and legs will take me.

I don’t want to lose this race, but I know I’m up against two of the fastest crawlers that The Fluffy Diaper has ever seen in the shape of Nick and Toby.

Some other Littles are cheering us on as we pound the floor and make our way around the perimeter of the playroom.

For a second, I get distracted as a bunch of balloons pass me.

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