Page 38 of Daddy's Little Dreamer

Adam and I dug into our steaks while the boys enjoyed their selection of what I considered to be finger food and happily chatted away. This was the life I’d always dreamed of. The perfect boy for me, friends in the lifestyle with boys of their own that got along with mine. Trevor was such a kind soul, the notion that anyone would dare to damage it gutted me. Never again. Never would another get the chance to hurt my boy.

“You look at him with so much love, it’s almost overwhelming to bear witness to,” Adam whispered to me.

“I’d apologize but it would be a lie.”

“We share the same problem, though it’s not one for us.”

“No, Adam, it’s the exact opposite.”

“Daddy and I made mini desserts for lunch. We have pudding in tiny cups and mini brownies.” Brandon was so proud of their sugary confections. He reminded me of his Daddy’s pride with his beer.

“Ohhh, nummy, nummy.” Trevor’s eyes were alight at the mention of dessert. He worked hard today so a little sugar had been earned.

“Psst,” Adam whispered to me. “It’s all sugar free.”

“Praise the sugar gods. Thank you, my friend. My boy battles hyperactivity and sugar this late would have that little body up all night.”

“Mine doesn’t eat much sugar as a rule and I don’t want to find out what it would do to him this late, either.” Glad Adam had the forethought with both our boys in mind.

With dessert finished, both boys were yawning and after the long day Trevor had he’d likely fall asleep during the ride home.

“Adam and Brandon, thank you for a lovely evening. Maybe next time you can come to our place?” Hopefully by then it would officially be our house.

“We’d love that. Did you have fun, Trevor?”

“Yes, Daddy Adam, I had a great time. Thank you for everything.”

The boys hugged, then we were on our way. What I thought would be a quiet ride was anything but as Trevor recapped. Everything from what Brandon’s playroom looked like to histoys to the fishing for duckies game. This boy more than deserved a room of his own. Looked like I’d have Chuck back sooner than originally planned.

“And I’ve never seen so many different duckies in my life, Daddy. There was even a huge one he rode on.” Finally, he paused for a breath. “I can’t wait for Brandon to see our garden and my playground. You did really good, Daddy.”

“I did, did I? How’s that?”

“You came up with all those fun things for me to have outside.”

With all this energy flowing through him, I questioned Adam’s sugar-free version versus mine.

“All things I knew you’d enjoy. So tomorrow, how about a picnic in our own backyard?”

“Yes, Daddy. That sounds wonderful. Think we’ll have bees and ladybugs on our flowers yet?”

“Anything is possible, Sweet Bee, and the weather is perfect. You picked all the best flowers and plants to welcome them in.”

“Yes, I was a very good boy.”

“You always are. Now, let’s get inside and get ready for bed.”

The drive went so fast with Trevor excitedly chatting away. As far as our first couple’s outing went, I’d say it was a huge success.

“Little Bee, why are you stripping your clothes off?” His giggle followed his naked ass as I trailed behind him picking up his discarded clothing dotting the tile floor to our bedroom. “Someone is feeling sassy tonight.”

“Winky wants some love, Daddy.”

Did he just say?

“What in the world has gotten into you?” Never in all the time we’ve been together has my boy been so sexually vocal. I tossed his clothes in the hamper we kept in the closet, then tackled his naked ass atop our bed he currently bounced on. “Whatever shall I do with you now that I’ve caught you.”

Trevor tugged at my shirt. “You have too many clothes. It’s no fun when only one of us is naked.”

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