Page 28 of Brighton

“Why did you decide to color the Dalmatian yellow?” Daddy asked as he stared at the picture.

“Because I wanted it to be like Simon, and Simon’s a yellow lab so I made them the same color. Simon’s family, too, and he should be included.”

“Smart boy.” Daddy clipped to the fridge with a magnet.

“Do you think we can get a pool this summer, like an above ground one for us to float in and then a little small plastic one for Simon to lie in while we're outside? Then we can swim and barbecue and swim some more and plant plants and swim again to get all the dirt off.” I could see us in it now. Daddy didn’t let me pay any bills so maybe I could treat us to this outdoor oasis.

“That's a lot of swimming, baby boy, but I think it's doable. And I know just the spot in the yard we can set it up in.” Daddy seemed pleased by my question and internally I shot myself a high-five for being a big boy and asking.

I jumped up and down and clapped my hands. “Yay! My Daddy is the bestest,” I sang as I skipped off down the hall. I hadn't heard from my parents since New Year’s, and I didn't foresee them reaching out to me. Daddy and I made ourselves clear to them on how we felt, and we were in total agreement on the subject. I deserved to be treated better. I didn't ask to come into this world, they chose to bring me into it and if they didn't want to have kids then they should have found somebody who did and let them adopt me. They weren’t physically mean to me, they just didn't go out of their way to spend time with me. Never went on school field trips nor did any extracurricular activities with me. Not that I asked them to after the first handful of declines, but something as simple as sitting on the floor and playing cars with me, though that meant that they would have had to buy me some first. Books they could get onboard with but everything else that they didn't see as productive or as having the ability to lead to a better future for me they couldn't bring themselves to buy. I swear I was living my childhood now and I enjoyed it.

Choosing a career in accounting may have been boring to some, but when you're the one crunching the numbers and completing the research to find out why the totals didn't match or why they're in the red and figure out what it’s going to take to bring them into the green, it did get stressful. The way that Daddy and I had our lives set up, we came home and unwound how we chose. He had his way and I had mine, which generally included some sort of toys or coloring. Often, I did nothing more than turn on music and dance around the house like I'd lost my mind. It was quite liberating.

With each passing day, my love for Daddy grew stronger and our relationship blossomed. Sure, there were times when an argument would spark, though neither of us let it last long. We promised ourselves from the beginning to never go to bed mad and to always talk about everything and so far, we kept our word. We spent as much time as we could with Laura, Mom, as she told me to call her, though I couldn’t quite bring myself to—yet. Daddy and I stayed at least one weekend a month at her house. I thought Ursula and Maleficent enjoyed the break from us when they had the house to themselves for the weekend. We returned to tipped over plants, and trash removed from the bathroom garbage cans. I was tempted to set up cameras to see if it was like the moviePetsand they were partying while we were gone. It wouldn’t surprise me from those two sneaky elves.

I had everything I’d ever need or want with Daddy. A built-in best friend, a boyfriend, and a lover. The one person in my life I could count on no matter what and I hoped he felt the same about me. Once, he had mentioned a club that we could go to, a kink club. He said he had a membership and used to frequent it. That's where he found his old boys. He thought it might help me find who I was and embrace my inner little, but I couldn't tie myself one way or another. I may be his boy, but I didn’t feel I was a true little or middle. I was just Brighton, one unique person, and Daddy said I was perfect as I was.

“What are you doing, Daddy?” I found him typing away on his computer in his home office.

“With the aid of our landscaper, we’re designing the backyard to include the pool you want and on the other side we’re adding a garden with a small greenhouse, and I found the perfect spot to plant the Christmas tree.”

“Really?” Dare I get my hopes up? Daddy had never lied, nor had he disappointed me, but I’d barely just asked for this and he was already on it.

“Really, and it's warming up outside. He said as soon as I find the pool that we want and I order it, he'll get it on the schedule. Then it’s ready when we are.” I envisioned us kicked back on our rafts, sunglasses on, drink in one hand and my iPad in the other. Lazy, relaxing summer days lay ahead for us. “What do you think about planning a vacation this summer? Maybe go to the beach or on a cruise. What do you think, baby boy? It's been years since I've been on vacation.”

“I've never been on vacation so I'm pretty much game with anywhere that isn't cold. We get enough of that here in the winter and I'd like to avoid it if possible.” I shivered at the thought. Having just rid ourselves of snow tires and ice melt, I was more than over the white stuff.

“No skiing for you, I take it?” Daddy teased.

“I'd likely break both legs and my ass.” Sports were not my thing to play nor to watch.

Daddy chuckled. “Duly noted. I've only been a couple of times, but I can do without the cold. Now sitting inside the bar while drinking a warm cider and watching the snow fall I can handle. But I'm with you as far as paying to purposely be out in it. Let's find somewhere relaxing and warm to go.”

“You pick, I'm good with wherever you are.” Daddy and I could have fun in a cardboard box together and I knew wherever he chose would be a fun adventure.

“Such a sweet boy.” Daddy pulled me onto his lap. “What do you think about your backyard?”

Our backyard. I stared at the screen where the layout Daddy and the landscaper designed were displayed. “I think it looks great and I like where the Christmas tree is going, plenty of room to decorate it each year. Should we maybe add a couple more tall trees or bushes to keep the nosy neighbors out?” Not that I'd met any of them. They were likely nice people, but Daddy and I were homebodies and kept to ourselves. But I had plans for sexy times in our backyard and wouldn’t always be wearing a swimsuit, if you know what I mean.

Daddy’s brow arched and he stared me down. “What are you up to, little one?”

“Nothing,” I toyed with the buttons on his shirt, popping them open one by one. “Just want some sexy outdoor fun.”

Daddy scooped me up and hauled me off fireman style. With my perky butt in the air, he gave it a smack. “I’ll give you sexy indoor times now.”

“But I already know how those work, now you need to teach me about the great outdoors.” Daddy liked it when I got sassy, it made him all growly and yummy.

“My sassy, overstimulated, naughty boy. Who made you this way?”

“You did, Daddy.”

“And don’t you forget it.” The girls scattered when Daddy tossed me on the bed. He growled the way I liked it as he stalked up between my legs. “Now, it’s time to properly school my boy.”

“Look at you, using those slang terms like you are street savvy.” I’d reached the threshold where he’d been teased enough to earn the desired reaction. Daddy peeled off my lounge pants and tossed them across the room and I squealed in delight.

“Now, for my reward.” Daddy flipped me over, did a rough prep and slid inside me. “Gods, this ass will be my undoing.” His grip on my cock was just as firm as the pounding he gave my ass. This wasn’t meant to be to be drawn out and sweet. This was a primal fucking and one I intentionally earned. Over the months we’d been together, Daddy and I learned what the other’s preferences were in the bedroom. There was a time for love making and a time for straight up fucking, the latter of which was right now.

Me personally, I loved it both ways. Anytime Daddy was inside me I knew it came with a happy ending. And today me and my smart mouth required a fast and rough pounding. You know, to put me in my place. Or so Daddy thought.

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