Chapter 6
I’d almost denied myself of this. I’d almost let my brain tell me this wasn’t appropriate.
I’d always been of the mindset that I wasn’t supposed to date in the town I was living—but that came with the caveat about outing myself, and I was thirty-eight.
Being out was the right thing to do, especially when I knew anyone would snap Caspian up if they were given the chance.
I loved seeing him play and perform for me—still not too sure on the accuracies of the play, but that’s what today was all about.
We were discovering each other. I loved the dynamic of being Daddy, in control, taking care, and I wanted him to have the space to be messy, to play, and not have another thought in the world but what he was focusing on—and that’s how he’d had those alarms going off so often.
There was nothing wrong with him, he was just hyperfocused a whole lot, and if I’d been anyone else, maybe it would’ve been annoying, but I was me, and I found it adorable.
“Okay, this one is much better,” he said, returning to the lounge and his tea party setup. It was his fourth onesie. It was a fashion show almost, but with different comfort levels for sitting.
“You look cute. Are you ready to eat?” I asked. “I think the nuggets and spaghetti are cool enough.”
He smacked his lips, licking them. “Yes, and—oh, I forgot to—”
From the side of the beanbag chair I was on, I pulled out a juice box. “Ta-da!”
He squealed. “You really thought of everything.”
“I’ve tried,” I admitted.
I had a small regular plate with food in front of me. In all honestly, I loved the taste of nuggets, they were a secret junk food I’d order when I got takeout, but besides that, I tried eating healthy—many smoothies. Maybe too many if you considered soup a smoothie too.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he said.
It was somewhat impossible to tell if he was blushing, or whether it was the dusting of pink makeup he’d brushed on his cheeks. I’d seen the compacts in his room; they were covered in pink and red fingerprints.
As we ate, we talked about each other’s lives, about how I become a fireman and how he became a baker.
Apparently, he’d been working at a restaurant in town.
I wondered why I’d never really seen him before.
He’d lived on the suburban outskirts of town with his parents before moving to the town center.
I was glad he did, but I knew we’d have met eventually, it felt like fate.
There was just one thing in the way of it. Something in my head I couldn’t escape from.
What if I couldn’t live up to his expectations?
I wasn’t an experienced Daddy, or someone in the community. At thirty-eight, this would be my first official gay relationship, and I didn’t want him to have to experience whatever teething issues came with that.
“What’s wrong?” he asked in his soft way. “You look a little . . . lost.”
“Just thinking.”
“Well, are you going to eat that last dino on your plate?”
“Oh, no, you take it,” I said. Sticking my fork in it, I tried to airplane it into his mouth but his shook his head. “Why not?”
“Because you’re not using the right spork,” he said, gesturing to his pink unicorn-themed spoon-fork currently sitting in his spaghetti letters.
I did it his way, and he looked so happy, chowing down on the nugget, moaning on it and staring at me.
It had my cock hard, pulsing inside my briefs.
I had to push it away with my palm and hope he didn’t see.
I felt . . . too old to experiment. I was trying to have a good time, and so was my dick it seemed, but my brain was telling me this was puppy love, and he was in his twenties. He was young—he’d outgrow me.
“I’m glad we did this,” he said, melting away my thoughts. “I thought you’d be really new, but it feels like you’ve played before.”
There it was, he had experience with Daddies, and I was a new one. “How many Daddies have you had before?”
Cas’s brow pinched with intensity. “One or two, but they weren’t in town. They were online, and it wasn’t the best. I’m still figuring out what I need.”
“To grow,” I grumbled.
“What I need to grow,” he said with a shrug. “I think what I need the most is someone who understands my need to be a messy creative, and someone who’ll play pretend with me and let me feel like a kid again, no stress, no obligations, just a childhood.”
I scooted over to him and put my arm around his shoulder. “And I’m looking to be the—well, the Daddy I never had. So I can help you with your playtime, making you snacks, reading you stories, is that the type of stuff?” I asked. “What about a little more domination in telling you to do things?”
He nodded, chewing on his bottom lip.
The internet was a great resource, but so was the lived experience I’d had from the clubs in the big cities where I’d engaged with this stuff before.
“You already wake early.” I spoke my thought process aloud.
“Actually, I think we could start with making your room cleaner, getting some organization to it.”
“And if I don’t?” he asked, looking at me. I wanted so desperately for my tongue, teeth, and lips to play with his bottom lip like he did. “What happens then?”
“Punishments,” I whispered. “Would you like that?”
He laid his hand on my lap. He knew exactly what he was doing, and I let him.
Slowly, it slipped down my inner thigh, his grip becoming stronger as he tugged on the fabric of my trousers—but he was a little far from my cock, which was growing up my other thigh.
“What type of punishments?” he asked in some breathless type of whisper back to me.
“You know, if I tell you, then you’ll see it coming, and if you see it coming, you might be a naughty little boy on purpose.”
A whimper strayed from his lips and I took that as permission to kiss him.
The moment presented itself and I was there, kissing him, my tongue in his mouth, trying its best to consume more of that vanilla sweetness that lingered there.
I wondered how much cake and icing he was consuming each day, and whether or not this was considered reverse baby birding.
He pulled away. “I should brush my teeth first,” he said.
“No, it’s fine,” I said. “But it’s a good habit to have.”
“Okay,” he said with a smile, his hand now on the side of my thigh, grabbing at my cock. His eyes lit up the moment he touched it. “Oh. I think—”
“And what do you have there?”
Gulping hard, I didn’t know if this was part of his play, but either way I was into it. “My dessert,” he said.
“This dessert is only for good boys who have clean bedrooms,” I told him, kissing his cheek.
He looked at me and nodded. “Wait right there,” he said, his hand squeezing my shaft before pulling away. “Please, one minute.” He wiggled up out of the beanbag chair and ran off down the hallway.
It gave me time to clear away the plates. He’d cleaned his plate well. I rolled my sleeves up and washed them in the sink, the first time in a while I’d washed anything by hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d used the plates in my apartment.
His little feet stomped down the hallway, and then back into the kitchen. “You’re there.”
“Yes, I’m here,” I said, flicking the tiny bubbles from my fingers at him.
“Come, come,” he said.
I laughed. “Come. You might be getting ahead of yourself.”
He snorted, grabbing my hand and pulling me. He had some strength to him, I had to give him that. He pulled me to his bedroom. The door was closed, and it had his name in decorative foam letters on it. He opened it slowly, and inside was—well, cleaner. Everything else was covered in white sheets.
“All clean!” he said, standing in the middle of the room, presenting it to me. He quickly turned the big ceiling light off and flicked another switch, illuminating the room in colorful rainbow string lights. “What do you think?”
“Love the effort, the idea,” I said.
“Can we play now?” he asked.
I closed the door. “You can ask nicer than that.”
“Daddy,” he said, and my cock throbbed. The tingle was a sign of precum. I knew he was already making a mess in my pants without even getting into them.
There was nothing I wanted more than to hold him, fuck him, and just be with him.
It was a desire I hadn’t had in a while, and a desire which I hadn’t been sure I was ever going to have again.
There wasn’t much I thought was possible for me in this world, however this new relationship—if I could call it that—was waking a new emotion in me.
“Do you think we’re going too fast?” he asked in an adorable way. My heart was throbbing harder in every vein, pulsing. “I have condoms and lube.”
“On the bed,” I instructed. “I wanna taste you.”
Caspian’s complete obedience had my cock harder now, aching against my trousers. It was begging to be set free, to be released in more ways than one. “Traffic light system,” he said.
I leaned back and nodded. “Sorry, we should’ve spoken about that.”
“It’s okay, we’re learning about each other,” he said. “And I think that’s the best way to learn. So right now, I’m all green. You can do whatever you want with me Daddy.”
Looking him over, I nodded. I could do whatever I wanted, and there were so many things I wanted.
I leaned over him once more to give him a kiss.
Moving down his body with kisses, I undressed him out of the onesie.
He was in a plain crop top this time—no more bear hugs—and the lower I got, the more he wiggled around, giggling, but telling me to keep going.
Each time he called me Daddy, another jolt of energy pulsed through me, or maybe that was just my cock.
He wore tight white-and-blue-striped briefs with the wrong day of the week on them. “Wednesday,” I said. “It’s Tuesday.”
He giggled. “Oopsie.”
“Did you do it on purpose?”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d see them.”