Page 2 of Lost Boy

Byron reached for his backpack before he paused. “Would it be okay if I helped you get dressed and slide into your boy persona?”

Mitch wanted that more than anything in the world.

Even knowing it would be better for Byron to stay far away from him Mitch found himself nodding.

“Thank you, boy.” Byron took the backpack from him. “Ready to go inside?”

Mitch took a long deep breath. He nodded after exhaling.

“Good boy.” Byron held out his hand and Mitch slid his palm against Byron’s. He let Byron open the door and lead him into the house. He looked around but didn’t see anyone else.

“Grant and Caleb are in the backyard and Jace just took Avery to the nursery.”

Great, Mitch had a few more minutes to gather his courage.

Byron took him to the bathroom and shut the door behind them. He sat Mitch’s backpack on the counter and Mitch looked around. He’d been in the bathroom a million times but this way he avoided watching Byron go through his bag.

“Turn around please.”

Mitch jumped and squeaked.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Byron grasped his shoulders and turned him around. “If you are uncomfortable, I can let you get ready by yourself.”

“No!” Mitch slapped his hand over his mouth. He hadn’t meant to yell. But he wanted Byron to help him. It was getting harder and harder to mentally make the transition between being the grown-up he was and the little boy he wanted to be.

“Okay, then I want you to take deep breaths for me.”

Mitch nodded.

“Do you have anything that might help you relax?”

Huh? “Like what?”

“A pacifier, blanket, favorite toy to hold?” Byron asked.

“No.” He didn’t have a lot of things and what he did have was hidden at his condo. Mitch wasn’t a little like Avery but there was so much about the little persona that he found fascinating. There were a few things he wished he had. Avery’s many binkies were cool, but Mitch had never bought himself one. Other things, like using diapers Mitch just couldn’t see himself using.

“That’s okay,” Byron soothed. He knelt in front of Mitch and tapped his foot.

Mitch lifted his right foot. His work shoes and socks were slipped off then his foot was set back down before Byron rose. Mitch curled his toes into the mat he stood on. Byron reached for Mitch’s jacket and helped him out of it before loosening Mitch’s tie. Little by little he was undressed until he stood in just his slacks.

“Keep breathing,” Byron said when his hand went to Mitch’s belt.

Mitch couldn’t help but tense up. He hadn’t been with anyone in a couple of years and never someone who could truly be his Daddy. He normally stuck with Doms that wanted to take him hard and fast before hightailing it out the door.

“Good boy,” Byron murmured.

His belt was undone and Mitch closed his eyes. He’d been dreaming about this exact moment. Byron, as his Daddy, getting him dressed for a fun day.

As his pants were unbuttoned and the zipper lowered it was like he could feel the layers of adulthood being peeled away. When the cool air hit his bare skin as Byron tugged his slacks down his thighs he shivered.

“You are doing so good,” Byron whispered. “I’m very proud of you.” Then Mitch was standing in just his black boxer briefs.

“You have other underwear in your bag,” Byron said quietly. “Do you want them on?”

“Big boy undies,” Mitch whispered. He’d custom ordered those. They would feel so much better than the tight briefs he currently wore.

“That’s right. Super cute big boy undies. Can I put them on you?”

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