Little Bedtime Snack (The Lactin Brotherhood)

3. Eli

3

ELI

I shifted nervously on the plush velvet couch, tugging at my sailor suit which was maybe a little too short. Or maybe it was the right amount of short. If I wasn’t careful, my balls slipped out from the leg holes, which meant I had to keep adjusting the fabric.

Jeb told me to put on a diaper like him, but I was too shy to do that by myself.

Diapers required a Daddy’s help, and until I had one, I didn’t allow myself the other. My gaze darted around the playroom, and I quickly assessed the people there. Several boys and girls played at various stations and a handful of caretakers were scattered around the room. Honestly, it was a bit overwhelming, but I tried to focus on Jeb's presence beside me. He was a good friend and my anchor at events like this when I didn’t have a Daddy to look after me.

"You okay, E?" Jeb put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer to his side. “You need to go or hit the changing room for a breather?”

I shook my head and hugged my stuffed rabbit tighter to my chest. "No, I’m fine. It’s just a lot to take in, but thanks for bringing me here."

Jeb smiled and gave me another squeeze before leaning away. "Of course. There are so many fun things to play with, and look at all the Daddies in here." There were Mommies, too, but that wasn’t my jam. I liked women and dated them before I discovered my Little side. But when I was Little, only a Daddy would do.

As I scanned the room, taking in the colorful play areas and groups of people chatting, my gaze landed on two men standing near the painting easels. They stood out from the crowd in the best of ways. Both men were tall and handsome with an aura of confidence, but it was more than that. Their entire presence shouted Daddy. One wore a crisp white sweater while the other was in a fitted black shirt that showed off his muscular build. Even though they were both objectively hot, he was the one that made me want to run over and ask him to play. I wouldn’t. But the want was there.

Jeb followed my line of sight and leaned in close. "See those two by the easels? They're the milk Daddies."

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I didn’t take my eyes off them. "The what?"

"Milk Daddies," Jeb whispered. "They can lactate."

My eyes widened at the possibility of meeting one in person. "Really? How do you know that?"

Jeb giggled and a light blush covered his neck. "Well, um... I may have tasted the one in the white sweater last year. At the Christmas party."

It was weird how much relief I felt when he indicated the Daddy in white.

"You what?!" My jaw dropped. I was shocked that I hadn’t heard about this before. That’s not the kind of thing you just forget to tell your best friend. At least, it’s not the kind of thing I’d forget to tell Jeb.

"His name is Jeff. He was playing Santa and giving out milk and cookies to all the Littles." Jeb waggled his eyebrows. "It was pretty amazing, actually."

My cheeks flushed hot as I stared at the men with a new appreciation for them. The one in the black shirt had especially caught my attention. He was incredibly sexy, all broad shoulders and chiseled jawline. If he really could produce milk, that would make him the best Daddy option on the planet. Was he looking for a boy for the night? If not, maybe just to share a drink with?

"That's... wow." My dick stiffened instantly at the thought, and I squirmed in my seat, making sure it was pointed up and not out of my clothes.

Jeb grinned. He didn’t bother trying to hide his amusement as he watched me adjust myself, squirming despite my best efforts not to.

"Want me to ask Jeff if we can have a taste? I’m sure he’d be into it."

"No!” I shook my head quickly and then realized I’d said that a little too loud when several heads turned in our direction. “I mean...he’s hot, but…what about the other one? The guy in the black shirt looks nice."

So much for being cool and nonchalant. But given what I was wearing, that ship had already sailed.

"Ooh, good eye. He's super yum." Jeb turned to me and looked me in the eye. "You should go talk to him, Eli. That’s why you’re here…and why he’s here."

I bit my lip. He was right, but also, it wasn’t as easy as that. Or maybe it was. Ugh, why was this so hard? "I can’t. He's probably got his eye on someone else."

But even as I said it, I noticed the man's gaze drifting in our direction. When our eyes met, he gave me a small smile that made my heart skip. Could it be that I was the one he had his eye on? I wouldn’t blame him if it was Jeb. He was objectively hot and ridiculously adorable. And on top of that, he had the confidence I lacked.

"Dude, he's totally checking you out." Jeb shoved my thigh. "Come on, where's that brave little boy I know?"

I squirmed again, torn between wanting to hide and wanting to march right up to the handsome stranger and ask for some milk. Unfortunately, my nerves won out and there was no brave boy in sight. "Maybe next time. I'm not ready yet."

Jeb sighed and his shoulders drooped. "Alright, no pressure. Want to go play with the playdough? We never do that at home."

"Yeah, that sounds good." Playdough was too messy to play with at home so I was happy to have a good excuse to look away from the enticing milk Daddy that I couldn’t stop stealing glances of.

We made our way to a table covered in blobs of brightly colored dough, and I plopped down on the floor and crossed my legs in front of me. My knees still hit the bottom of the low table, but I was comfortable as I grabbed a hunk of blue.

I loved the feel of it between my fingers, and after warming it in my hands, I shaped it into a long rectangle. Usually I started with snakes. They were quick and easy and didn’t require too much thinking. Perfect for Little space. But I was too focused on the Daddy to fall deeply into that headspace and decided it might be time to try something new. A building maybe. I imagined strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I worked the dough. And somehow, that made my daydream morph into a deep voice murmuring soothing words as I suckled sweet, warm milk...

So much for putting him out of my mind. I shook my head to clear the naughty image and focused on my building project. Maybe someday I'd work up the courage to approach one of the milk Daddies.

But for now, I was content to play and fantasize in my own Little world.