Page 4 of Little Bedtime Snack

My cheeks flushed hot as I stared at the men with a new appreciation for them. The one in the black shirt had especially caught my attention. He was incredibly sexy, all broad shoulders and chiseled jawline. If he really could produce milk, that would make him the best Daddy option on the planet. Was he looking for a boy for the night? If not, maybe just to share a drink with?

"That's... wow." My dick stiffened instantly at the thought, and I squirmed in my seat, making sure it was pointed up and not out of my clothes.

Jeb grinned. He didn’t bother trying to hide his amusement as he watched me adjust myself, squirming despite my best efforts not to.

"Want me to ask Jeff if we can have a taste? I’m sure he’d be into it."

"No!” I shook my head quickly and then realized I’d said that a little too loud when several heads turned in our direction. “I mean...he’s hot, but…what about the other one? The guy in the black shirt looks nice."

So much for being cool and nonchalant. But given what I was wearing, that ship had already sailed.

"Ooh, good eye. He's super yum." Jeb turned to me and looked me in the eye. "You should go talk to him, Eli. That’s why you’re here…and why he’s here."

I bit my lip. He was right, but also, it wasn’t as easy as that. Or maybe it was. Ugh, why was this so hard? "I can’t. He's probably got his eye on someone else."

But even as I said it, I noticed the man's gaze drifting in our direction. When our eyes met, he gave me a small smile that made my heart skip. Could it be that I was the one he had his eye on? I wouldn’t blame him if it was Jeb. He was objectively hot and ridiculously adorable. And on top of that, he had the confidence I lacked.

"Dude, he's totally checking you out." Jeb shoved my thigh. "Come on, where's that brave little boy I know?"

I squirmed again, torn between wanting to hide and wanting to march right up to the handsome stranger and ask for some milk. Unfortunately, my nerves won out and there was no brave boy in sight. "Maybe next time. I'm not ready yet."

Jeb sighed and his shoulders drooped. "Alright, no pressure. Want to go play with the playdough? We never do that at home."

"Yeah, that sounds good." Playdough was too messy to play with at home so I was happy to have a good excuse to look away from the enticing milk Daddy that I couldn’t stop stealing glances of.

We made our way to a table covered in blobs of brightly colored dough, and I plopped down on the floor and crossed my legs infront of me. My knees still hit the bottom of the low table, but I was comfortable as I grabbed a hunk of blue.

I loved the feel of it between my fingers, and after warming it in my hands, I shaped it into a long rectangle. Usually I started with snakes. They were quick and easy and didn’t require too much thinking. Perfect for Little space. But I was too focused on the Daddy to fall deeply into that headspace and decided it might be time to try something new. A building maybe. I imagined strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I worked the dough. And somehow, that made my daydream morph into a deep voice murmuring soothing words as I suckled sweet, warm milk...

So much for putting him out of my mind. I shook my head to clear the naughty image and focused on my building project. Maybe someday I'd work up the courage to approach one of the milk Daddies.

But for now, I was content to play and fantasize in my own Little world.

4

MASON

The soft glow of pastel-colored lights illuminated the playroom. I really liked the way the warm hues softened the space. There were lots of Littles playing, but my attention kept getting drawn back to the adorable boy in the sailor suit across the room. He was probably in his mid-twenties, with tousled brown hair and innocent eyes that kept darting in my direction.

I shifted from one foot to the other, sipping the bottle of water I picked up just to have something to hold. As badly as I wanted to go over and introduce myself to the boy, the rules of the club were clear. On Little nights, caretakers had to wait to be approached by a Little. So now matter how badly I wanted to scoop that sweet boy up and shower him with affection, I had to wait and hope.

The purpose of the rule was safety and that was something I was 100% behind. No Little should be uncomfortable in this space, but that didn’t make it less frustrating when the Little you wanted to get to know was so shy they blushed simply from meeting your eyes.

Jeff nudged my arm, getting my attention. "See something you like?"

I nodded toward the boy, not taking my eyes off him. "The guy in the sailor suit is cute. I just wish I could say hello."

"Patience, big guy. Let him come to you."

I sighed, watching as the boy and his friend talked quietly amongst themselves before they left the couch they were on and made their way to a craft table. My little sailor boy and his friend in green overalls sat down and began playing with colorful playdough. The sailor boy was beyond adorable as the tip of his pink tongue poked out of his mouth in concentration.

I would have given anything for an invitation to go over there. I wanted to ruffle that soft hair and hear his sweet voice. The Daddy in me just wanted to hold him close and make him feel safe and loved.

After a few minutes, the friend in overalls stood up and wandered in our direction. My sailor boy continued working on his blue sculpture without even noticing his friend was gone. When I realized the guy was heading straight toward me, I tensed and prepared to politely decline his offer if he asked to spend time with me. I wasn’t a dick, and as much as I’d love an introduction to his friend, I wouldn’t use him in that way.

But then, to my surprise, he stopped in front of us with a conspiratorial grin. He wasn’t here for me, at least not in the way I originally thought.

"Hi, there, Mister Daddies." He crossed his arms over his chest and steeled his shoulders. "I’m Jeb, and my friend Eli over there would really like a snack of…you know. But he's way too shy to ask, so I'm asking for him." He gave me an exaggerated wink.

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