Page 3 of Lance & Clayton

Sure, I realized some people wanted to be in relationships and marriages, but I always thought it just wasn't for me. I was born to roam and there were far too many fish in the sea to be a one-man man.

I had dreamt last night that I had Clayton's lips wrapped around my cock, and in that dream, I was with him day after day. If I had that dream about any other man, I'd be terrified about the commitment part, but surprisingly I woke up with a smile on my face. All these things could only mean one thing. I was going insane, or I suddenly wanted things I knew I never wanted before, someone to wake up next to day after day, someone to call my own.

Had I always unconsciously wanted to be in a relationship? Had I been deliberately sleeping around with half the city just so I could come across someone who would finally turn me down? Was I just testing how far I could go?

Nevertheless, I thanked the stars for sending someone who potentially could save me from a lifetime of sleeping around with strangers just to fill the void of feeling unloved. Maybe that's what I had been unconsciously searching for all along, someone who would see me for who I truly was.

Now I fished the phone out of my pocket and texted Clayton.

Me: What did you do to me?

Clayton: Who, me? Why, nothing.

Me: I can't stop thinking about you. I've never felt this way about anyone.

Clayton: Me too. Can't wait for our date this weekend.

I took a quick shower and drove to John's house. If there was anyone I could openly talk to about my conflicted feelings, it was John.

When I rang the doorbell, the door immediately flung open and there was Michael on all fours. Michael was John's boy and he had changed John's life for the better.

"Uncle Lance!" Michael's jaw dropped as he began to bounce and clap. "I haven't seen you in so long."

"Wait, how did you open the door if you were crawling?" I narrowed my eyes and scooped him up in my arms.

"Magic!" He giggled as I carried him to the couch where John sat. I put him onto the floor by John's feet. Michael went back to making a tower out of blocks as I turned to John.

"How was your date last night?" I asked, starting on a light note.

John laughed and shrugged. "You know how naughty my boy is. He earned himself five spanks, but they don't seem to work anymore. He enjoys them too much."

Michael looked up at his Daddy with chest swollen with pride. He was unashamed of who he was, and his Daddy loved him for it.

John turned to me, wiggled his eyebrows, and put an arm across my shoulder. "God, would you look at that smile. You look so happy. Got laid last night, did you?"

"Even better, I got a date with a handsome man named Clayton!" I beamed as John's smile faded. "We exchanged numbers and I'm taking him out on a date this weekend at my cabin in the woods."

"What?" He frowned and looked down at Michael before looking back at me in disbelief. "Surely, you're joking. You don't do dates. You give out a wrong number when men ask you for it. Are you feeling quite alright, Lance?"

I playfully slapped his hand away when he put the back of his hand onto my forehead. "Never felt better, which makes it all the more scary. I see this handsome man at the club last night and I hope to get laid, but guess what? He turned me down! Initially, I thought he was playing hard to get, but as it turned out he truly didn't want to sleep with me. Now I can't stop thinking about him and suddenly I have this strong urge to take care of him."

John laughed and shook his head. "Wow, I never thought I'd hear you say those things about someone. You've jumped out of windows in the middle of the night just to avoid waking up next to someone. You've been so scared of getting attached all your life, and now suddenly you crave it?"

I shrugged and looked down at Michael sucker-punching the tower, causing it to fall onto the floor. "I don't know. I feel like I don't know myself anymore. The basic animalistic need to have sex with strangers has defined who I am for so long, I feel so lost and out of my territory without it, which is why I'm here. You've known me all my life. Everything I know to be true and sacred is suddenly changing, and I feel so conflicted about it. I'm willing to wait for an eternity if that's what it takes to sleep with Clayton."

John chuckled and looked down at Michael as if to check if he's listening to his uncle. "It's quite simple, Lance. You're now feeling for Clayton what I once felt for Michael. Change can be scary, yes. But it's also inevitable and necessary. Maybe you've found the right one, like me with my boy. Life has peculiar ways of surprising you when you least expect it. Maybe unconsciously you’ve always wanted to be in a relationship. But trust me when I say this, do not resist change. Listen to your gut feeling, because it is telling you something. You've been searching for the right one all along, by sleeping with everyone in sight until you came across someone who saw you as someone more than a piece of meat."

I sighed and smiled at him. "You know me so well. I think I know what you mean. My instinct tells me to listen to my gut, but hearing it from you makes it so much better. At least now I can relax and stop freaking out about this sudden big change."

"Good." He nodded. "So, what does Clayton look like? I can't wait to meet the man who's responsible for such a miracle."

"Yeah, about that." I put a hand down onto Michael's head and stroked his hair. "He might be a Little, just like your boy here, but I'm not sure. That would explain why he's so adorable. I didn't want to put him on the spot. I want him to open up to me about that when he feels ready?"

Michael climbed up onto his Daddy's lap and wiggled excitedly. So, he had been listening all along.

"Another little boy, uncle Lance? Are you going to be a Daddy too? Does that mean I get to have a Little friend? I've been asking Daddy for ages, but I haven't had one yet. Can I meet him, pretty please? I want to have a playdate with him."

John gently pinched his bottom and Michael squealed in surprise. "Your uncle can't hurry things just because you want a friend, darling. It's rude of you to say that. He's going to take things at his own pace, and if Clayton's ready, I'm sure we can arrange a little playdate if you promise to behave."

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