Daddy’s Little Dreamer (The Lactin Brotherhood)

Chapter 12

12

“The boys sound like they’re having a great time.” Their giggles echoed down the hall. “We are two lucky daddies for sure.”

“That we are. I’m glad you found your forever boy, Jayger.”

“Me, too, my friend. Me, too. What’s on tap tonight?”

Adam was known throughout the Daddy world for his home brews. While beer wasn’t my alcohol of choice, not that I partook all that often, I was always down to sample a friend’s concoction. He once tried to explain the ins and out of the process to me, but I was more of a taster than a creator.

“Tonight, I’ve got a pale honey ale. First time I’ve tried this blend, so I’m interested in your take on it.”

Adam and I walked over to his keg set up and he pulled a pint for each of us. He held his glass up and turned it from side to side. “Color is on point, but I sampled so much of it earlier I’m not sure my tastebuds are to be trusted.”

“Understood.” I took a sip and swished it around inside my mouth, allowing my tastebuds to fully absorb and savor the flavors. “Not too hoppy. I know lights tend to be which is why I lean more toward darker beers, though this is one I’d drink again.”

“Not sure if that’s good or bad. But now that I know you enjoy dark beers and our boys seem to have adopted one another, I’ll work on a special one just for you.”

“Sounds great to me. This one is quite tasty.”

“I think that line is reserved for fruity drinks.” At Adam’s smart ass comment we both laughed.

“ Touché, my friend. Well, played.”

Adam chuckled and finished off his beer. “Let’s feed our boys.”

“Yummy. Mini corndogs and chickie nuggies.” Trevor happily announced as I set his plate in front of him. “Thank you Daddy and Daddy Adam.”

“You’re welcome,” Adam and I said in unison.

“Lots of dippy, dippy sauces.” Trevor and his enthusiasm for dippy sauces made meals much more entertaining.

Adam and I dug into our steaks while the boys enjoyed their selection of what I considered to be finger food and happily chatted away. This was the life I’d always dreamed of. The perfect boy for me, friends in the lifestyle with boys of their own that got along with mine. Trevor was such a kind soul, the notion that anyone would dare to damage it gutted me. Never again. Never would another get the chance to hurt my boy.

“You look at him with so much love, it’s almost overwhelming to bear witness to,” Adam whispered to me.

“I’d apologize but it would be a lie.”

“We share the same problem, though it’s not one for us.”

“No, Adam, it’s the exact opposite.”

“Daddy and I made mini desserts for lunch. We have pudding in tiny cups and mini brownies.” Brandon was so proud of their sugary confections. He reminded me of his Daddy’s pride with his beer.

“Ohhh, nummy, nummy.” Trevor’s eyes were alight at the mention of dessert. He worked hard today so a little sugar had been earned.

“Psst,” Adam whispered to me. “It’s all sugar free.”

“Praise the sugar gods. Thank you, my friend. My boy battles hyperactivity and sugar this late would have that little body up all night.”

“Mine doesn’t eat much sugar as a rule and I don’t want to find out what it would do to him this late, either.” Glad Adam had the forethought with both our boys in mind.

With dessert finished, both boys were yawning and after the long day Trevor had he’d likely fall asleep during the ride home.

“Adam and Brandon, thank you for a lovely evening. Maybe next time you can come to our place?” Hopefully by then it would officially be our house.

“We’d love that. Did you have fun, Trevor?”

“Yes, Daddy Adam, I had a great time. Thank you for everything.”

The boys hugged, then we were on our way. What I thought would be a quiet ride was anything but as Trevor recapped. Everything from what Brandon’s playroom looked like to his toys to the fishing for duckies game. This boy more than deserved a room of his own. Looked like I’d have Chuck back sooner than originally planned.

“And I’ve never seen so many different duckies in my life, Daddy. There was even a huge one he rode on.” Finally, he paused for a breath. “I can’t wait for Brandon to see our garden and my playground. You did really good, Daddy.”

“I did, did I? How’s that?”

“You came up with all those fun things for me to have outside.”

With all this energy flowing through him, I questioned Adam’s sugar-free version versus mine.

“All things I knew you’d enjoy. So tomorrow, how about a picnic in our own backyard?”

“Yes, Daddy. That sounds wonderful. Think we’ll have bees and ladybugs on our flowers yet?”

“Anything is possible, Sweet Bee, and the weather is perfect. You picked all the best flowers and plants to welcome them in.”

“Yes, I was a very good boy.”

“You always are. Now, let’s get inside and get ready for bed.”

The drive went so fast with Trevor excitedly chatting away. As far as our first couple’s outing went, I’d say it was a huge success.

“Little Bee, why are you stripping your clothes off?” His giggle followed his naked ass as I trailed behind him picking up his discarded clothing dotting the tile floor to our bedroom. “Someone is feeling sassy tonight.”

“Winky wants some love, Daddy.”

Did he just say?

“What in the world has gotten into you?” Never in all the time we’ve been together has my boy been so sexually vocal. I tossed his clothes in the hamper we kept in the closet, then tackled his naked ass atop our bed he currently bounced on. “Whatever shall I do with you now that I’ve caught you.”

Trevor tugged at my shirt. “You have too many clothes. It’s no fun when only one of us is naked.”

“Says who?” Not that I didn’t want to be, but personally I found it quite enjoyable when he was.

“Me, Daddy. I want sexy time with both of us naked.”

“Your wish is my command, sir.” In came that giggle I adored. Trevor’s hungry gaze wandered my body as each piece of clothing fell to the floor. The hunger in his gaze fueled my desire. No matter how many times Trevor and I made love I could never get enough of him.

I nibbled his toes and the inside of his soles and worked my way up. My sweet bee wiggled and hissed and slowly stroked his cock. The prize that lay between his thighs, the hole I’d long ago claimed as mine was well within my sight. Trevor loved when my tongue worked its magic, easing the nerves and relaxing enough for me to slide inside. I loved tasting my boy, watching and listening to him come undone.

“Sweet Bee, those precious sounds. Let Daddy hear them all. Don’t hold back.” I smacked his hand away. “This belongs to Daddy.”

In a single motion, I drew his cock in to the back of my throat and he arched off the bed. He was already on edge, and I wanted to be buried deep inside him when he came. “Now, leave that alone while Daddy gets a taste.”

“Yesss.”

My tongue slid around his crown and down the shaft, laving each ball in turn. Along his perineum, which tickled him. Giggly moans fast became one of my favorite sounds. Trevor was the first partner I’d ever had that happen with.

With the prize in sight, but bearing in mind how close to the edge my boy was, I didn’t dawdle long. Trevor’s excitement only served to feed mine and I too felt the familiar sensations building at the base of my spine.

I loved how the ring of muscle trembled and contracted with every swipe, opening just enough for my tongue to slip inside. But tonight, I needed more.

“Daddy,” he whimpered as I withdrew and reached for the lube.

“Ssshhh, Sweet Bee. Daddy’s got you.” Quickly I lubed my fingers and cock, prepared to thrust inside his tight channel as soon as I’d worked him open.

Three fingers in, my boy shamelessly writhed beneath me as he rode them. “Please, Daddy, please.”

Such sweet pleases that only I could soothe. Inch by inch, I slowly slipped inside, carefully gauging my beautiful boy’s body’s acceptance of the discomfort. If the slightest bit of pain crossed his adorable face, I’d stop. His comfort and happiness were always at the forefront of my mind and there was no deviation of that.

“Trevor,” I stared down at him, utterly amazed at the beautiful gift fate had brought my way. “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”