Page 9 of Little Bedtime Snack

He chuckled and all the sadness he’d been holding was wiped away. "Here, you take Mason’s. I’ll keep Jeff’s."

That was a good sign right there. If he wanted to keep Jeff’s contact information, maybe they might have another playdate in their future. Stupid Tommy, always needing to be the best at everything by putting others down.

Despite Jeb having his own rough evening, he was still looking out for me. He really was the best friend I could ask for. "Thanks, Jeb." I leaned across the center console and gave him a hug. "And thanks for trusting me enough to tell me what wasbothering you earlier. You know I'm always here if you need to talk, right?"

He nodded before hopping out of the car. "Night, Eli! Let me know how it goes with Mason!"

The whole drive home, I kept telling myself I’d wait until the morning to text Mason, but by the time I got into my small apartment, I just needed to send a quick message so he had my number. I tossed my keys onto the hook next to the door and then hopped onto the couch.

I hesitated as soon as my phone was in my hand because I wasn't sure what to say. I didn’t want to sound too eager or needy. An idea came to mind, so I scanned through the image gallery until I found the perfect meme and sent it to him with just a simple message. The gif was a stuffed bunny who was sucking his thumb and had cute Zs floating above his head.Thanks for the milk. Good night. -Eli

I didn't expect a response until morning, but within seconds, my phone vibrated with a reply.It was my pleasure, sweet boy. I’m glad you found my number. Hope you and your bunny sleep well.And instead of a silly meme, he added a kissing emoji.

My cheeks flushed when I saw it and my tummy flipped as I thought about kissing him.

Before I put my phone down, Mason sent another message.I know it's short notice, but would you like to go to the French fry cart for lunch in the park tomorrow? If you haven’t tried their truffle oil fries, you don’t know what you’re missing.

My heart was racing with anticipation to see him again. Not only did Mason want to see me again, but he also remembered that I said I loved French fries. I leaned back on the cushions and kicked my legs in the air as I typed my response.I'd love that! Can I bring some oats for the duckies too?

Of course. If you send your address, I'll pick you up at 11.He added a winky-face emoji.

Can't wait! Nighty night, Daddy!I was giggling to myself as I nestled into the couch cushions. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

8

MASON

The pounding of my feet on the pavement echoed around me as I rounded the halfway point of my morning run. Normally I counted them, not for any reason other than it kept me going. Not today, though. Today, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eli. His shy smile and those innocent eyes. Not to mention the adorable way he'd fidgeted with his sailor suit at the club.

I couldn't wait to see him again for our lunch date. When Jeff told me he gave our cards to Jeb, I crossed my fingers that would lead to Eli contacting me. He’d left in such a hurry that we didn’t have time to exchange them ourselves. Jeff said his time with Jeb was fine and he thought there had been an altercation with another Little. Sadly, that wasn’t as uncommon as it should be, especially on Little nights when jealousy sometimes came into play.

As I jogged through downtown, a flash of color in a boutique window caught my attention. I slowed to a stop to get a closer look at a small display of porcelain figurines. There was a “Daddy” bunny standing protectively next to a smaller "baby"bunny in blue shorts. The color was a perfect match for Eli's outfit from the club.

"It's meant to be." A smile spread across my face as I headed into the shop. There was no way I’d pass them by without bringing them home.

A bell tinkled above the door as I entered, and the shopkeeper looked up from behind the counter. "Good morning! Can I help you find anything?"

"Yes, actually. I'd like to purchase those two bunny figurines in the window display."

She came around to pull them out for me. "Oh, those are darling, aren't they? A gift for someone special?"

A flush of warmth spread in my chest. "You could say that. It's for a first date, actually."

"How sweet! Well, these are a perfect first-date gift." She was ever the salesperson. I couldn’t think of very many first dates where they’d be the ideal gift. But they would be perfect for Eli. At least, I hoped they would be. But her goal was sales, so I couldn’t blame her.

As she carefully wrapped the bunnies, I checked my watch again. I was hours away from meeting up with Eli, but I was even more anxious now to give him this gift. Would his eyes light up? Would he love it or think it was silly? "Here you are, sir. Hope you have a wonderful date!"

"Thank you." I tucked the package under my arm and headed out. "I have a feeling it will be."

My pace picked up on the way home, eager to get cleaned up so I could finally see Eli again.

My skin was slick with sweat when I stepped into the shower, but the hot water cascading down my body quickly loosened my tense muscles. I soaped up and allowed my thoughts to drift to Eli once again. His soft skin and delicate features, the way he looked up at me through those thick lashes with such trust and adoration as he drank like he was starving.

Before I knew it, my cock was rock hard and desperate for attention. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and began a slow pull. It had been a long time since I'd felt this level of excitement and anticipation for a date. As I stroked myself, I imagined Eli's pouty lips, his slender body, the sweet little sounds he might make as he drank from my cock before moving up to my chest.

"Fuck, yeah. Like that, baby." My orgasm built rapidly, almost catching me off guard as I released a strangled cry. I came hard, spurting against the shower wall as my whole body shook from the pleasure.

Once my breathing steadied, I turned my attention to my chest. My pecs were swollen and tender because my milk ducts were full. Gently, I massaged and expressed some of the creamy liquid, watching it swirl down the drain to keep from experiencing an embarrassing leak during our date. The relief was instant, and I was happy to release some of the pressure before getting dressed.

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