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He chuckled and shook his head. "My sweet boy is so impatient."

When I stopped, he began stroking my cock slowly before picking up pace. His other hand first caressed my chest and face as I moaned and held onto his muscled arm.

"More!" I cried when he began jerking me off wildly. When he suddenly put a finger in my hole, I whimpered in surprise. It was a surprise, but a welcome one.

He eased a second finger in before curving them, rubbing against my sweet spot and making me moan at the top of my voice. My eyes rolled back into my head, for there was only so much a boy could handle. The sensations were all too much for me. When he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock, I knew I couldn't take it anymore.

"Daddy, I'm cumming!" I announced and hoped he wouldn't edge me this time.

He began to lick the head of my cock in long strokes while jerking me off. My grip on his muscled bicep grew stronger. My body shook and shivered as I began to cum onto his face. When my orgasm ended and I opened my eyes, he lay next to me while I panted.

I turned my head and looked into his eyes. Even with his face covered in my cum, he was the most handsome Daddy ever.

Chapter 14: Lance

I was on the phone as I walked over to Clayton, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the nursery.

"I don't know, Michael," I was saying on the phone, the mere mention of his best friend making Clayton wiggle. "I don't know if my boy's ready for a Little event at the club. You know how new he is to being a Little. I want him to do things at his own natural pace."

"No!" Clayton cried, joining his hands and continuing to wiggle in his diaper. "I'm ready! I'm ready! Please, Daddy! I want to hang out with Michael at the club. I want to meet other boys."

I chuckled and briefly put the call on hold. "Seeing so many Littles in one place can be overwhelming for some boys. Are you sure you want to go, bright eyes?"

He bobbed his head up and down. It seemed too soon but he had been a Little long before he met me. The events at the club were fun but sometimes some naughty boys were mean to each other. Having Michael with him meant they could take care of each other. Besides, I would be right there with him if he needed his Daddy to scare away any potential bullies.

"Okay, Michael," I said on the phone. "Looks like my boy wants to go too. Tell your Daddy I'll come to pick you guys up in a few hours."

We had a few hours to kill, but Clayton wanted to be ready right that instant, so I changed him out of his diaper before dressing him up in a 'Daddy's boy' shirt and a cute pair of light blue jeans. It was pizza for lunch and he had gotten much better at shaping the dough. I had gotten into the habit of feeding him in his new high chair while he held onto Dino.

Feeding him had quickly turned into one of my favorite responsibilities as his Daddy. Eating was such a basic need for survival, and knowing that he wanted me to feed him was an amazing feeling. I sang him a rotation of children's songs, learning a new one whenever I could.

He could barely sit still in the car seat, squirming from excitement. We picked up John and Michael on our way to the club, who sat in the backseat.

"Daddy," he said quietly, leaning over and resting his head onto my shoulder. "I'm excited but I'm also equally scared."

"What is it, bright eyes?" I frowned and looked at him before turning back to the road.

"It's just that…" He turned around and ensured Michael and John were still busy in their conversation before continuing quietly. "I'm afraid I still have that silly fear of being disliked. It keeps playing in my head over and over again. Why would anyone new like me when my own parents hate me for who I am? I know it's silly but these thoughts just won't go away. I thought they'd go away with time but they keep pestering me."

"First of all," I said quietly. "Your fear isn't silly. You've been through some hard times, sweetheart. You're a brave boy but anyone in your situation would feel the same. You need to face your fears at some point. But if you're not ready, then you're not ready. Do you want to go back home once we drop them off at the club? There'll be a lot of events to look forward to."

"No." He shook his head and sighed. "You're right. I should face my fears no matter how big they are. Besides, I have you by my side, and as long as you're with me, I feel like even dragons can be defeated."

When we reached the club, Marcus at the reception was glad to see that Clayton had a Daddy this time. He suggested we become members if we planned on attending several events. I thought it was a good idea, so we filled out forms while Michael and John waited. The owner of the club was John and me’s best friend, so there was no way we would be rejected.

A big area of the club was dedicated to weekly events, and it was way too early so the club was mostly empty. But once we entered the event room, my boy's jaw dropped at the view before him. There were dozens of Littles, some of them sitting on the floor with their Daddies, some of them chatting noisily in small groups, while some others stood and walked around.

"This is heaven!" Clayton's eyes twinkled as he looked up at me.

Michael instinctively got down on all fours and Clayton did the same. A woman in a bright pink dress welcomed us.

"You must be Clayton and Michael," she said, leaning over and ruffling their hair. "I'm Rachael. I was told new boys were joining us today."

"You're so pretty." Michael giggled before looking up at her. "Pretty like a princess."

"Aw, thank you, Michael. I hope you boys like it here, and I'm sure the other boys would love to make new friends."

We followed her as she led us to our seats on the floor. We let the boys sit together while we Daddies sat behind them. The place was decorated like a kindergarten, with balloons and ribbons in the corner. The boy next to us had two Daddies and the ones behind us were seated on chairs.

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