Page 3 of Little Bedtime Snack

Not wanting to finish too quickly, I forced myself to slow down and take deep breaths. There was something else I needed to take care of first.

Releasing my cock, I brought both hands up to my chest and gave a tentative squeeze. I rarely bothered to stimulate my milk production since Caleb left, but tonight, I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.

It took a few minutes of firmly kneading my pecs before I felt the familiar tingle of letdown. A bead of white appeared at my left nipple but was quickly washed away by the shower spray. I increased the pressure, milking myself in earnest.

"That's it." I imagined eager lips latched onto me, and my dick twitched at the same time that milk sprayed from both sides. "Drink up for Daddy."

With a steady stream going from both sides, I felt better about being able to provide tonight as I watched milky rivuletsdisappear down the drain. Littles usually went wild for this particular party trick.

With my milk supply where I needed it to be, I returned my attention to my throbbing erection. It only took a few swift pumps before I was spilling over my fist with a guttural moan.

I leaned my forehead against the cool tile as I caught my breath. At least I wouldn’t scare anyone with a raging boner or milk-soaked shirt the second I walked into the Littles’ Playroom.

As I finished washing up, I wondered if tonight would be the night I finally found a Little of my own. Someone to nurture and care for beyond just a casual scene. For a long time, I tried to convince myself I didn’t need that and I was happy with the way things were. But the truth was, I did need it. Even if tonight wasn’t the night I’d find it, putting myself out there was the first step, and that was something I was ready for.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Mason." I pulled myself back to reality as I stepped out of the shower. "One step at a time."

After briskly toweling off, I padded naked into my walk-in closet. Deciding what to wear was always a delicate balance on nights like this. I wanted to project authority and maturity while still appearing approachable.

I settled on dark wash jeans that hugged my ass just right and paired with the black button-down Jeff suggested. It was specifically designed dry wear that would absorb minor leakage, but it was fitted to my body so there was little left to the imagination. On a whim, I left the top few buttons undone.

As I styled my salt-and-pepper hair into its usual messy coif that would only look better if slim fingers ran through it during a feeding, I allowed myself a moment of vanity. At 35, I was in thebest shape of my life. The only priority I had outside of the office were the regular workouts that kept my body toned. My years of success in commercial real estate had given me a boatload of professional confidence, but I still cared about looking good. For myself and for my future boy.

"Looking good, old man." I smirked at my reflection and rolled up my sleeves twice. Wrists showing but not elbows was my signature look. I just hoped there was a boy out there who agreed.

3

ELI

I shifted nervously on the plush velvet couch, tugging at my sailor suit which was maybe a little too short. Or maybe it was the right amount of short. If I wasn’t careful, my balls slipped out from the leg holes, which meant I had to keep adjusting the fabric.

Jeb told me to put on a diaper like him, but I was too shy to do that by myself.

Diapers required a Daddy’s help, and until I had one, I didn’t allow myself the other. My gaze darted around the playroom, and I quickly assessed the people there. Several boys and girls played at various stations and a handful of caretakers were scattered around the room. Honestly, it was a bit overwhelming, but I tried to focus on Jeb's presence beside me. He was a good friend and my anchor at events like this when I didn’t have a Daddy to look after me.

"You okay, E?" Jeb put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side. “You need to go or hit the changing room for a breather?”

I shook my head and hugged my stuffed rabbit tighter to my chest. "No, I’m fine. It’s just a lot to take in, but thanks for bringing me here."

Jeb smiled and gave me another squeeze before leaning away. "Of course. There are so many fun things to play with, and look at all the Daddies in here." There were Mommies, too, but that wasn’t my jam. I liked women and dated them before I discovered my Little side. But when I was Little, only a Daddy would do.

As I scanned the room, taking in the colorful play areas and groups of people chatting, my gaze landed on two men standing near the painting easels. They stood out from the crowd in the best of ways. Both men were tall and handsome with an aura of confidence, but it was more than that. Their entire presence shouted Daddy. One wore a crisp white sweater while the other was in a fitted black shirt that showed off his muscular build. Even though they were both objectively hot, he was the one that made me want to run over and ask him to play. I wouldn’t. But the want was there.

Jeb followed my line of sight and leaned in close. "See those two by the easels? They're the milk Daddies."

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t take my eyes off them. "The what?"

"Milk Daddies," Jeb whispered. "They can lactate."

My eyes widened at the possibility of meeting one in person. "Really? How do you know that?"

Jeb giggled and a light blush covered his neck. "Well, um... I may have tasted the one in the white sweater last year. At the Christmas party."

It was weird how much relief I felt when he indicated the Daddy in white.

"You what?!" My jaw dropped. I was shocked that I hadn’t heard about this before. That’s not the kind of thing you just forget to tell your best friend. At least, it’s not the kind of thing I’d forget to tell Jeb.

"His name is Jeff. He was playing Santa and giving out milk and cookies to all the Littles." Jeb waggled his eyebrows. "It was pretty amazing, actually."

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