Chapter 7 Benji
BENJI
I made popcorn. Real stovetop popcorn with coconut oil and actual salt, not the microwave kind that I grew up on.
As any self-respecting Daddy would, Cain insisted on watching me cook, leaning in the kitchen doorway with his thumbs hooked in his jeans.
His presence did something to me. It made me think things and feel things and wish for things I never thought I would.
As soon as we had a bowl full of buttery kernels ready, we headed back to the living room and got comfy on the couch under a throw blanket.
I was leaning against one armrest with my feet crossed near Cain, but after a few handfuls of popcorn, he placed my socked feet on his lap and began rubbing my soles.
I almost cried.
It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me without being asked.
He just wanted to take care of me.
Of course, Cain let me choose the movie. I tried to play it chill, but after scrolling past four or five horror options and three more Fast & Furiouses, I landed on The Grinch. I’d watched it a hundred times, but it always made me happy when he finally got nice at the end.
Halfway through, Cain paused the movie and waved his hand toward me. “Come closer.” He reached over and gently twisted me so my head was in his lap instead of my feet. Then he began stroking my hair in a hypnotic pattern behind my left ear.
I tried to keep my eyes on the TV, but every time his short nails grazed the nape of my neck, I got a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature.
“You good, sweet boy?” His voice was low enough not to startle me, but I still felt it reverberate right through my balls.
“Mhmm.” I felt like a very good boy, but I wasn’t going to admit that out loud on our first date.
One of the movie’s songs got stuck in my head, and I started humming along. To my surprise, Cain joined in, but an octave lower. My eyes lit up in joy. “I knew you’ve seen this before.”
He snorted. “It came on the other night, and I’ve been humming that song ever since.” He nudged my thigh with his knuckle. “You ready to put this on pause and go to bed?”
I shook my head. “No, let’s finish it. I’m not tired.” My voice was higher pitched than usual, and a yawn punctuated my lie.
He just smiled in amusement. “I think this is one of those moments when you’re not going to make the best decision for yourself, so I will.” He hit the pause button and then turned off the TV. “I believe I owe you some milk.”
“Yes, please.” My face felt hot, and I couldn’t meet his eyes, but I wanted to be close to him in that way so badly.
Cain got up first and stretched. The hem of his shirt rode up, and I caught a glimpse of his abs and the trail of hair leading into the waistband.
He’d left his boots by the door and was barefoot on my hardwood floors.
He looked completely at home in my house, and I loved every second of it.
“I’ll clean things in here and lock up. You go get ready for bed. ”
I shuffled to the bathroom and peed. Then I brushed my teeth and did the fastest face-wash of my life. Was this really happening?
It wasn’t the first time I’d asked myself that all night, but it was all just so unbelievable.
The urge to text Stevie and freak the fuck out was intense, but I didn’t want Cain to get tired of waiting for me and leave, so I changed into my comfiest sweats and an old t-shirt.
It was a little threadbare, and the hem of the shirt curled up over my hips, but I didn’t mind.
My drawer of Little gear could wait one night.
Even though Cain was a Daddy and said he was okay with me being Little, it wasn’t something I could just force on him.
I needed to wait until I knew he was ready before pushing that kind of dynamic on him.
Not because I didn’t think he’d want it but because I wanted it too much.
And if he agreed to be my Daddy and then left me when things got awkward, I wasn’t sure I could survive it.
When I came back out, Cain was on my bed. Not in my bed, but on it, perched on the edge like the bouncer at a fancy night club. The lights were off except for the twinkle lights above the headboard that I left on year round.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He patted the mattress next to him. “I’m guessing you sleep on the right side since that’s where your lamp is.”
“Yeah.” I waved toward the other side. “But if you want that side, it’s fine with me. I can sleep anywhere.”
He didn’t say anything else about the bed before closing the drawstring of my sweats between his fingertips. “Is this what you usually wear to bed, sweetheart?”
I nodded and sat on the mattress. “I mean, kinda.”
He just raised an eyebrow and waited for me to explain myself.
“Well, what I mean is…I used to wear these to bed, but now I usually wear something a little lighter.
Cain was silent a minute, considering what I meant. “You don’t have to pretend with me, Benji.”
My stomach did a somersault, and I was unable to speak.
He put the water down and crooked his finger. “I want you as you are. No games. No hiding.” He cocked his head and practically stared right through me. “And I don’t want you to feel like you have to lie about anything. Even if I don’t like the truth, I always want that from you.”
I nodded. “Okay.”
“Okay, then. You wanna try again?” His nose pressed to my hair and he inhaled. “You got something else you’d rather wear?”
I nodded slightly, but didn’t make a move to change.
“Show me.” Cain kissed my hand and then stood up. He pointed toward my dresser. “In there?”
My face was on fire, but I pointed to the bottom drawer under my bed.
His smile was slow and sweet. “May I?”
I nodded, hiding my face in my pillow. “I usually wear onesies.”
He shifted me aside and knelt down, opening the drawer with the kind of care you’d use opening a time capsule. He sifted through the pile, and when he found the pale blue onesie with stars on the sleeves, he smiled. “How about this one?”
“Yes, please.” I nodded and bit my lip even as my dick started to lengthen.
He handed it to me like it was something precious. “Go put it on then, sweet boy.
And I did.
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to stay or go, but I went into the bathroom to take a moment to myself.
My hands shook as I changed because I wasn’t sure how he would react when he saw me.
The onesie fit tight across my chest, and the snaps at my crotch took some effort, but after tucking in my hardening dick, I was ready to walk out.
When I emerged, Cain was waiting by my bed. His eyes went wide, and his breath caught as he really looked at me. “You’re perfect.”
And based on the weight of his words, I knew he meant it.
I shuffled over, and Cain scooped me up in his arms.
He cradled me against his chest, and I sighed, feeling small in the best way. In a way I couldn’t remember ever feeling before. Like a little boy who was being rocked to sleep. “I’m getting sleepy…”
Cain brushed my hair out of my face, his fingers careful and slow. “Ready for your milk, baby?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without my voice breaking.
After tucking the covers around me in the center of my bed, Cain lay beside me with his bare chest level with my mouth.
It took a moment to get the pillows just right so I could reach his pebbled skin while staying in a position that would allow me to fall asleep.
His dark nipple was already bubbling with milk as he guided me closer.
I latched on like I’d been doing it all my life, and the world felt perfectly right. The first drops were thick and creamy, urging me to draw out more.
“That’s it, sweet boy.” He held me tighter, with one hand cupping the back of my head and the other slowly stroking up and down my spine. “Take your time. I promise I won’t run out.”
I forced myself to take a breath through my nose so I could slow down, but after a few seconds nursing, my hunger and desire grew in equal measure. The comfort I felt from being with him was immediate, and my eyes fluttered shut.
But I had a different kind of hunger that I couldn’t sate so easily.
I wasn’t discreet as I pushed my hard cock against Cain’s thigh and began to subtly rub on him.
“I guess you like Daddy’s milk.” His hand slid over my hip and rounded to my dick. “Can I help?”
The bulge in his jeans pressed against my thigh, offering the validation I needed to keep going.
With wide eyes, I looked up at him and nodded. Then I pulled off, so overwhelmed by the moment that I needed a minute. “Are you… Um.” I took a deep breath but kept rocking against his leg. “You want to be my Daddy?”
He leaned forward and licked a drop of milk off my lip and then kissed me. Softly. Chastly. Quickly. “You’re such a good boy, Benji. I’d be honored to be your Daddy.” He came back down and kissed me harder. “In and out of the bedroom.”
I nodded and attacked his nipple again. This time, I didn’t hold back.
I rutted against him with my whole body, chasing the orgasm that was just seconds away as I drank from my…
Daddy. Tears filled my eyes, and I moaned around Daddy’s nipple as I came in my onesie.
The warm come spread across my tummy, and Daddy moaned too.
“Sweet boy.” He held me tighter to his chest, and I felt Daddy rocking against me too. “You make Daddy feel so good.”
My mouth ached and my jaw started to get tired, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t ever want to stop.
The milk flowed hot against my tongue, and I lost track of time. My sticky onesie started to cool on my skin, but that was okay. I liked having that reminder with me as Daddy continued to feed me.
After a few more minutes, his warmth and the sound of our breathing was too relaxing, and I felt myself drifting off. Eventually, I went boneless, and it took too much effort to stay latched on.
Because I felt safe.
Not just safe, but cared for. Like this was where I was always supposed to be.
Cain pulled the covers up over me again and kissed my forehead. “Sleep now, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.”
I woke to the sun shining through the blinds I’d forgotten to close. Cain was gone. No, not Cain. Daddy. He called himself Daddy.
Just thinking about our night brought a smile to my face. Even though I was alone in the bed, I didn’t feel alone in my heart. I sat up and kicked away the blanket that had tangled around my waist.
Unless…that was all an act. Maybe he just said that to get me to sleep. For a second I panicked, worried I had scared him off.
Then I saw the note by my phone. Call me when you wake up, sweetheart.
I grabbed my phone and saw a new message waiting for me. Good morning. Let me know if you need help with that massive tree. He added a smiley face and a flexing biceps emoji. Daddy’s strong like ox.
I giggled and threw myself back on the bed, giddy with excitement.
Not only was he kind enough to offer to help me today, but he still wanted to be my Daddy.
It was the best day of my life! Good morning, Daddy.
Decorating my perfect tree shouldn’t take long, and then I need to do some grocery shopping for the week. What are you up to today?
Three dots. I’m just thinking about my sweet boy and wondering if he might like some company when he goes shopping.
I hugged the phone to my chest, burrowing down in the blankets. My tree was still bare, but the whole room felt brighter, like it was already Christmas morning. Your boy would love some company. Let me know when you want to come over and I’ll be ready.
As soon as I hit send, I ran to the shower to wipe off my flaky tummy. The water felt so good and my memories were so hot that I made another sticky mess, but this time it washed right down the drain.
And by the time Daddy arrived at noon, all my fake presents were nicely arranged under my Christmas twig and I was in the holiday spirit.