Page 14 of First Class Feelings

Foster is enamored with the space. He hasn't settled on one thing in particular he likes because his head is bouncing from space to space and person to person.

I don't think he's overwhelmed. It's more that he’s surprised to find something like this right when we get here.

I knew that the hotel didn't boast any type of kink-specific adventures or events. Still, I hoped maybe I would find someone to play with or spend time with.

Of course, fate made it to where I found Foster on the plane.

It gave us a chance to find one another away from our normal routines in Bellport. From what I can guess, there isn’t much of an opportunity for my boy to be Little. Here, we have the space to have play dates and explore.

If I had to guess, I’d say Foster allows his worries about his age and his job commitments prevent him from getting the regression time he needs. Hopefully, I can convince my boy that neither of those things factor into my views of him. He could be ten years older, and I’d still want him. He could have no job at all, and I wouldn’t bat an eye.

"Do you want to join?" I ask my boy once the silence stretches for too long. “You can do anything you want, Foster.”

Using his real name is my way of making sure he understands I'm serious.

Anything he wants can be his.

All he has to do is tell me.

“I…” he starts, stopping before he finishes the sentence. Instead of saying more, he points to the soft area where the books are.

I smile as I place my hand on his lower back to guide him over.

There's one other boy in this area, and he has his face very deep in a thick book. It's a fairytale collection from what I can see ofthe cover. And though it doesn't have as many pictures as some of the other books, I have a feeling he’s just as regressed as my boy is in his own world.

I help Foster drop into a seated position. He crosses his legs and puts his hands on his knees as he looks to me where I kneel beside him.

"Would you like me to read to you, Little one?” I ask.

I get another nod, and then I go about helping him select a book. We look at each cover until he settles on one with, ironically enough, dragons on it.

I start the tale and get lost myself as we explore this magical land where these children protect their families with these jewels and fight a bad guy who wants to take their dragons from them.

Near the end, I'm interrupted by the woman who led us inside. She has a large tray of food. She folds two legs down and sets it beside us, creating a small coffee table setup.

"Eat here," she tells us. "It’s fine."

She turns around to leave before I can say anything else. Foster stares down at the food hungrily, so I go about picking up a taco and pointing it his way.

“Bite,” I tell him.

He smiles, opening wide like he did with the ice cream, allowing me to feed him. It's such a wonderful experience.

I can't really put it into words.

To have him trust me this way so soon makes me feel really good about our future.

When he’s done with most of his food sometime later, I devour my own portions, making sure to note what he does and doesn't favor. The woman comes around again, and I order even more.

Before I know it, hours have passed with us sitting there, reading and eating, surrounded by the comforts of what we know, what we enjoy.

It's only as we're getting ready to leave that the boy with the book speaks up.

"Hey," he calls out.

I turn my head.

"There's a party tomorrow. Well, tonight too. But I think you'll like the one for tomorrow better," he says quickly.

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