Page 39 of Kiren

We spent every night that week together. I simply couldn’t bear to be without my boy now that I’d found him.

Kiren was excited to be at my place. His face beamed every time I asked him, “Can you come over again tonight?”

He’d gone home only long enough to pick up more clothes. Every night he was mine.

Friday arrived and we got to my house ready to take one car. When I got out of mine, Kiren bounded up to me, nearly knocking me over as he hugged me.

“We have the whole weekend!”

“We do. I was thinking, baby. I need a Christmas tree. And some more lights to go with the outdoor Santa and reindeer.”

“You want to go tree shopping?” he asked.

“Tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He jumped up and down. “We get to have a tree. Yay!”

“All right. Time to go for dinner. Should I change?”

“You look nice in your black pants and white shirt, Daddy.”

“But, well.” I wrinkled my nose at him. “Work clothes.” I pretended to sniff under my arm.

“You always smell so good, Daddy.”

“Let’s go in and freshen up fast. Then we’ll be off. I’ll drive if you tell me where to go.”

“Okay!” Kiren rushed into the house.

Side by side in front of the mirror, we brushed our teeth and combed our hair. Kiren’s waves were wild. I brought out some hair gel to tame them. He stood very still letting me style his hair.

When I was finished, I turned him to face the mirror and look at himself. “Good boy. You look so handsome.”

He reached up and touched his hair. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I’m the lucky Daddy to have a boy like you.”

There was no doubt we were falling in love. In truth, I had already fallen. I was in love with the man and the boy and the little. Everything about Kiren had me in its clutch. I was only slightly nervous about meeting his parents. I hoped they liked me. If they didn’t, it might put a strain on our tender young bond. But we would weather whatever came.

Kiren and I were forming a special trust with each other. The kink intensified it. With Kiren as a little, building that link to someone you could count on as a confidant to see the real you as a boy, a baby with baby needs, was more important than anything.

I knew Kiren still had another secret he hadn’t told me yet, but we were getting there. I could be patient.

Together, we walked downstairs and got into my car.

Kiren directed me to one of the highest-class neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city. Every house was fancy, huge,with locked gates, delicately landscaped yards and beautiful Christmas light displays obviously professionally done.

“Wow, it’s beautiful here,” I said, driving slowly up the winding, lamp-lit road. It got dark around four-thirty now, so it was full-on night, and the lights lit up the sky dimming the stars.

“It’s the next house after this one.” Kiren leaned forward, shaking a little. “There’s a gate. I know the code.”

We reached the little drive leading up to the gate. The keypad was on the driver’s side.

“Do you want to get out and punch in the code?” I asked.

“No. I’ll tell you. I trust you not to tell anyone even under threat of torture.” He laughed.

When the gate opened, we drove into a luxurious paradise of emerald hillocks and a hundred different trees. Some had lost their leaves for the winter, but others were evergreen. All the trees lining the driveway had Christmas lights on them. Some all white. Some all blue. Some all gold.

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