8. Augie
8
AUGIE
As soon as I had a few minutes of downtime in the shop, I pulled out my phone and texted Brayden. You told Dexter I like bagels!
It took a while for him to respond, but Brayden worked in a car repair shop, so sometimes he could be busy for hours before looking at his phone. Yeah, is that OK? Are you mad at me?
It’s amazingly OK. He brought me bagels and said he’s a Daddy like Ethan and he likes Littles and he wants to have dinner tonight.
That’s great news. I’m really happy for you. I thought that was the end of his message when another text bubble popped up. Where are you going for dinner?
I get to pick. He told me to order what I want and he’ll pick it up and bring it to my house so we can talk. I’m thinking of sending him to Papi’s Pies for a cheese calzone. That sounds so yummy.
Oh, that’s good. Dylan’s Daddy Cayson will make sure your order is right.
Exactly. I just wanted to say thank you, but I need to get back to work.
Yeah, me too. Let’s plan another sleepover soon. That was fun.
I responded back with a thumbs-up emoji and then put my phone away. I had a stack of accounts payables to take care of. Maurice was a great boss, but he was very old-school in the way he ran his barbershop. No automatic payments of any kind. Although, if everything were automated, I probably wouldn’t have a job anymore, so I guess it was good that he was techno-phobic.
I called Papi’s Pies on my way home and told Daddy Cayson about my order. “I have a date with a Daddy prospect who is Ethan’s friend, and he told me to order what I want so it’s correct, and he’ll pick it up.”
Daddy Cayson hummed into the phone. “Okay, good. I think I like him already.”
I giggled. “Me too. And I know you’ll get my order right, so I’m gonna tell him to call you and order whatever he wants and then he’s gonna pick it up. Is that okay?”
“That’s perfect, Aug. I’ll make sure that even if the date doesn’t go well, your tummy will be happy.”
“Thank you, Daddy Cayson. Tell Daddy Finn and Dylan I said hi.”
“Sure will, kiddo. You’ll have to come visit us soon.”
After I got home, I texted Mister Dexter to let him know where he could pick up our dinner. Dylan’s Daddy knows my order already. You just need to tell him what you want and when you’ll pick it up.
That sounds great. If I pick it up at 6:15, I’ll get to your place around 6:30.
Perfect. I’ll take a shower now and put on jammies.
I texted a link to Papi’s Pies and then quickly hopped in the shower. By the time I got home from work every day, I always felt like I was covered in little bits of hair, which made me itchy. I didn’t actually get very much hair on me on a daily basis, but in my head, I still needed to wash up first thing when I got home.
As I soaped up, my mind kept drifting to Dexter maybe wanting to be my Daddy, and that made me hard. But I wanted to be good, so I decided not to touch myself. Also, there was a tiny chance he would want to do that. I didn’t actually think we would get that far after a couple calzones, but just in case, I wanted to make sure I was fully ready for him without any delays or extra effort on his part.
When I was choosing pajamas, I went with a two-piece set instead of going full-on Little. The PJs I chose looked like a sweatsuit, but were super fuzzy on the inside. I didn’t put on underwear because I liked the way the fuzz felt all over my whole body, but as soon as I ran to the door to open it, I realized what a bad idea that was.
Between my excitement to see Mister Dexter and the extra soft fuzzies on my cock, I was instantly hard and not able to hide it at all.
I opened the door and hid behind it, only poking out my upper torso as I waved Dexter inside. “Come on in. I was just making lemonade.”
“You’re making lemonade?” He raised an eyebrow. “From scratch?”
“Oh no, no, no.” I laughed and reached for one of the bags. My plan was to hold it in front of myself to hide my erection, but he was too nice and refused to let me carry anything. “It’s a mix. It’s a little bit sweet, so you might not like it, but I also have Truly, water, and Coke.”
“Okay, well, I’d love to try your mixed lemonade, if that’s all right. But a Coke sounds good too.”
“Cool.” I waved him toward the kitchen and let him walk ahead of me, trying not to let the fuzzies feel so good. “You can put everything on the table. I already set out our places.”
Dexter placed the bags of food in the center of the table and began unpacking them. “You did a really nice job with the table, Augie. Thank you for having everything ready.”
“Thank you for picking it up.” I rushed to the pitcher of lemonade and added the ice cubes then brought it with some glasses to the table and pulled out a Coke for Mr. Dexter, too, just in case. I’d been told that Crystal Light was an acquired taste and not everyone liked it, but it was one of my favorite drinks to make for myself. And if I was having grown-up drinks, it went well with vodka too.
Once we had everything ready, I sat down at the table, and Dexter sat across from me.
“Well, I got to meet Dylan’s Daddy.”
I giggled, wondering if he got grilled by the feisty Italian. “Was he nice to you?”
Dexter chuckled. “He was nice. Had lots of questions…and warnings for me.”
My jaw dropped. “Warnings? Did he tell you any bad stuff about me?”
“No, not at all. I can’t believe there’s any bad stuff to tell about you.”
Well, that definitely wasn’t true, but I was happy Daddy Cayson hadn’t said anything to scare Dexter away. “What kind of warnings?” I picked off the edge of my calzone, so it was just crust and popped it into my mouth.
“Mostly that I better treat you right, and if I hurt your feelings or your heart, he and his cop partner would come after me.”
I smiled. “Okay, good. But they’re just teasing. No one will come after you.”
“I know, sweetheart. And I’m happy you have good people watching out for you. That’s very important.”
I swallowed hard as I looked up at Dexter. “Yeah, my friends have all found very loving Daddies. They’ve all promised to look out for me until… Well, you know.” I looked away, unable to hold his gaze.
“Until you have a Daddy of your own?” Dexter’s foot found mine under the table.
I glanced under to see that he had kicked off his shoes and was rubbing my foot with his socked one. That made me smile and relax a bit. “Yeah, if I ever do find a Daddy. Like I said, I’m not easy to be around.”
Dexter cut into his calzone and waved the steam wafting from it into his face as he inhaled deeply. “Man, this smells good. And you are very easy to be around. I’ve loved every second of it, and anyone who has ever told you different was a…” He shook his head, searching for the right word.
“Stupid head?”
His eyes met mine, and he smiled. “Exactly. A stupid head.”
“Do you like your calzone?” I put a big bite of cheesy goo in my mouth and almost moaned out loud.
“It’s delicious. What about yours? Is it the way you like it?”
“Exactly the way I like it. Bread and cheese only. No sauce. No meat. Just cheese.”
“Is that how you like your pizza too?” Dexter asked as we continued to eat.
“It’s my favorite way to eat pizza, but I can eat regular cheese or pepperoni or black olives. If there’s a lot of sauce, I’ll usually scrape it off or just eat when I get home.”
“I see.” Dexter reached for his lemonade and took a drink. “Oh, this is good. Thank you for sharing your lemonade with me.”
I beamed with pride at having made something Mister Dexter liked. “Glad you like it.”
“So, do you usually choose not to eat around other people and wait until you get home?”
“Yeah, it’s easier. Everyone’s always trying to make me try things because they think I’ll like them. Maybe I will like it, but usually I won’t, and sometimes I just don’t want to try. It’s okay if people don’t like some things, but not everyone thinks so.”
“Well, I think so. And remember our deal. I’ll never make you try anything you don’t want to.”
For the next several minutes, we ate in relative silence until I was too full to finish. I leaned back in my chair and sighed. “That was so good.”
“It sure was.” Dexter scooted back and looked over at me. “I was hoping we could finish our conversation from earlier. Is that alright with you?”
“Yeah, of course.” I took my plate to the dishwasher and refilled my lemonade.
When I offered Mister Dexter a refill, he finished what was in his glass and then held up his Coke. “I’ll just have this.”
And then we went and sat on the couch.