Chapter 6 Nate
NATE
Gilly: Can we go on another date, Daddy?
Gilly’s text surprised the hell out of me when I saw it the next morning. Even though I was pretty sure he was interested in more before it came, I didn’t expect him to reach out, especially so soon.
Me: Of course. Let Daddy think of something fun for us to do.
Gilly: Thank you, Daddy. Can’t wait to see you again.
Me: I feel the exact same way, sweet boy!
When I saw that he was looking to explore our relationship more and seemed excited about it, I went ahead and started planning, and I didn’t want to wait until the next weekend.
Me: I’ll pick you up after work, around seven tonight. Pack a bag. I want you to stay the night.
My phone rang, and it was Gilly. “Hey, you. I was happy you texted me. I’m excited to see you again, and I’d really like you to stay over as part of our next date.”
“Yes. A sleepover. But I’m going to need my car to get to work in the morning. So why don’t I just come over after I get off?”
“Sounds good. I’ll order food. What would you like?”
“I don’t know, mac and cheese?”
“We can do that. How about mini sub sandwiches to go with it.” He needed to eat more than mac and cheese alone.
“Yeah. Sounds good. I gotta run. See you tonight.”
The food arrived before Gilly did, but I knew he would be along shortly, so I shoved the boxes in the oven and headed to my room to pump.
Well, maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should wait.
Maybe—just maybe—Gilly might want to try and nurse.
That was the ultimate goal, after all. Wasn’t it?
I could pump later if it didn’t work out that way.
I put my gear away and went back to the kitchen to set the table.
Gilly knocked on the door, and when I opened it, he glanced up with such a shy smile, it drew mine out. “Hi.” His bag hung from a strap on his shoulder. He was fresh-faced without any make-up, so his eyes were softer and darker with more of a hazel cast.
I leaned in and kissed him. “Let me take this.” I grabbed his bag. “Come on in.” I dropped it on the stairs as we moved into the living room.
I pulled the boxes from the oven, and we loaded up our plates and decided to sit on the couch to eat instead of at the table.
More relaxing and intimate, in my opinion.
In lieu of offering a movie, talking and getting to know one another was on the menu for tonight. “So, what kinds of things do you like?”
Gilly shrugged. “Video games. I play with Rob a lot.”
“Rob?”
“You know. Oh…” He swirled his hand around. “Daddy Preston calls him Bobby.” Then he rolled his eyes.
“Seems like you don’t like that.”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s because I just know him as Rob.” I could see why that might be irritating for him, especially if he thought Preston was being patronizing. He’d want to protect his friend, even if his friend didn’t want him to.
“Right. I can understand that. What else do you like?” I wanted to move the conversation back to him.
Gilly bit his lip. “I don’t know.”
I held his hand. “If you had the entire day all by yourself, what would you do?” He started to shrug. “Don’t hide, Gilly. You shouldn’t ever have to hide who you are.”
He squeezed my hand. “W-Well, what would you do, Daddy?”
“Play with you. Maybe more frisbees or cards, or even board games. Whatever you want to do.” There were plenty of things to do and play with that I wanted to offer him, even coloring, or maybe Daddy had some things up his sleeves for later.
“What about watching cartoons?” He glanced at the television.
“Sure. I love the older ones like Tom and Jerry. What about you?” That was a start. At a minimum, I needed to buy him coloring books and toy cars for when he was over here.
“I, uh…” He sat up straighter as if he’d decided to do this. “I like Ellie the Elephant cartoons.” He looked me in the eyes as if daring me to say something mean, but I would never. His admission had us heading down the right path, making me so proud of him for saying it.
“Nobody else knows that?”
He shook his head and sucked both lips between his teeth.
“Thank you for trusting me. I won’t tell anyone, and you can watch it here any time you want.”
He smiled so brightly it rivaled the sun. “Thanks.”
“Sure. Want more mac and cheese?”
He handed me his empty plate. “No, thank you, I’m full.”
I leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Go wash up in the bathroom while I clean up.” I pointed to the powder room on the other side of the stairs and took his plate into the kitchen.
After dropping our dishes in the dishwasher and shoving the leftovers in a zippy bag and tossing them into the fridge, I met him back on the couch.
This time, I pulled him onto my lap. “Is mac and cheese your favorite?”
“I don’t know. One of them. I also like pizza and Jello.”
“Good to know. Pizza is my favorite, but I’m not fond of Jello. I like chocolate pudding.”
“Mmm…me too. What else do you like, Daddy?” That sweet word coming from an equally sweet boy hit me right in the heart.
“I like it when you call me Daddy, and I like it when you don’t hide from me. I want to know everything, even if you think it’s embarrassing. You’d be surprised at what I might like too.”
“I understand. It’s hard, though. I’ve hidden so much for so long. I’ve had to, but I don’t want to anymore.” Those final words came out in such a tiny voice. I didn’t think Gilly saw his Little slip out, though it had.
“You don’t have to with me. Ever.” I kissed the side of his head and squeezed him. I liked having him in my arms. “So how did you end up running your uncle’s company?”
“I started working with him some when I was in like middle school. First only as a helper, then over the years the hours increased. I worked through high school so I could save up for college. When it came time to enroll, I realized I didn’t really want to go.
After I graduated, I officially went to work for him full-time.
I moved in with my grandfather then, and he left me his house when he passed, but it was too expensive, especially with only what I was making from painting.
So, I sold it and moved in with Rob shortly after we met.
A few months later, I started running the company because my uncle wanted to semi-retire.
My parents want me to use the money from the house to go to college, but I don’t want to.
Because of that we’re not actually talking much. I’d rather not see them than fight.”
Ah, another learning. My sweet boy avoided confrontation. “Wow, that’s a lot. I’m proud of you for doing what’s right for you.”
“Thanks, I guess. What about you? You own your own company, right?”
“Yep. I did go to college. After getting my degree, I got my contractor’s license. A lot like you, I worked with my family in construction when I was younger. My parents owned a small tiling business. They closed it years ago, but I never lost the desire to work in construction.”
“What did you go to college for? Engineering?”
“Nope, business. But there weren’t a lot of opportunities that interested me outside of the construction field when I graduated. So, I figured I’d get my contractor’s license and see what happened.”
“What happened?”
“I liked building things, making things. I also like taking care of people and problem-solving, so I turned it into a business.”
“Am I a problem that needs solving?”
“What? No. Never. Why are you asking that?” I flipped him around to straddle my lap. “You’re a special boy who deserves everything, and I want to give that to you.”
“What’s everything mean?”
“Whatever we want it to mean.”
“Can we cuddle?”
“Of course, get comfortable.” Gilly turned sideways and tucked his head into the crook of my neck.
“This is nice. I like this. It’s…comforting, and I’ve never had this. I’ve always felt like a problem that never fit anywhere. My parents pretty much thought that’s what I was, too. A problem. At least it felt that way.”
I rubbed his hair and rocked as best I could, wishing we were in an actual rocking chair.
“You are no problem at all, and you can cuddle with me anytime you want.” I wanted to suggest that he nurse, but I didn’t want to push him too hard or fast, but I should have known better.
Gilly was going to go for what he wanted, now that he knew he could have it.
“Can I do that nursey thing? With you, I mean. I, uh, saw that on that website Rob shared with me.”
“The Lactin Brotherhood site?”
“Yes. Can we do that?” Was that excitement in his voice? Could it be possible this sweet Little I nearly declined meeting was actually the right boy for me?
“Of course we can.” I pulled my shirt off and unstrapped the bindings from my chest, Gilly’s eyes clocked my every move. He shifted down, then latched on quickly as if he’d been doing it forever, making me sigh deeply knowing he was more than accepting, he wanted to participate.
The dual sensations of his sucking and the pressure relief tugged at my groin.
My dick got hard so fast I dizzied. Moaning, I cuddled him closer, cradling as best I could.
After a couple of minutes, he was moaning softly, and I’d never felt such satisfaction.
I’d nursed a few random boys at the club over the years, but none of them were like this.
It made me think I should have sought out my own boy sooner, but then again, if I had, I doubted I would have found Gilly. He made all the difference.
When that teat went dry, I shifted him to the other. He wiggled around, rubbing against my cock as he got comfortable, and I wrapped my arms around him. I rubbed his arm and slowly moved lower, caressing his leg and accidentally brushing across his dick. “Well, well, look at how hard you are.”
Gilly giggled, breaking his suction. “I like that. Feels good.”
“Yeah? What do you think we should do about it?”
“I dunno.” His Little peeked out again and giggled.