MAX
I want to be a good Daddy.
And more than just a sex and spanking thing too.
Little Channing deserves the best version of me…
‘Yay!’ Channing called back, his voice full of excitement. ‘I just need to finish some work on my presentation. I won’t be long.’
‘No problemo,’ Max hollered back. ‘Take your time.’
Max put his tight white t-shirt on over his lean, strong upper body and then tucked it into his light blue denim jeans. But just as he was about to put his watch back on, Max saw his phone flash up with a message…
Princeford University Alumni Reunion: Tickets are still available but in limited supply. Those intending to attend should secure their place at their earliest opportunity. We look forward to welcoming back the Class Of-
Max didn’t finish reading the message and instead tossed his phone on the bed.
The idea of going to a college reunion didn’t exactly appeal to him in that moment.
It wasn’t that Max hadn’t enjoyed his time at college – arguably he’d enjoyed it too much – but with his life not exactly in the best place it didn’t feel like a situation that Max wanted to put himself in.
Max had worked hard at high school to make the most of his talents and get into an Ivy League school like Princeford University but somewhere along the line his desire to live a life free of restrictions and rules had taken him away from that path.
Max wasn’t ashamed about not following his fellow Princeford graduates into high finance, government, or another high-flying career. Max knew that this kind of life simply wasn’t for him.
But on the other hand, Max knew that most of his fellow graduating class wouldn’t appreciate his choices in life.
And with no success to speak of currently, Max knew that he’d spend the evening trying to explain his life and almost certainly be on the receiving end of some barbs and patronizing comments from the more traditional members of his class.
Max had even felt himself drifting away from his fellow Ivy League Daddies Harrison and Michael in recent times. It wasn’t that Max didn’t love and respect them – and he was sure that they felt the same about him.
Perhaps Max had too much male pride and machismo, but he felt it hard to be as close to his two best friends when his own life was going through so many ups and downs – and in that moment, it truly was more downs than ups.
I need a lucky break.
Something has to change in my life.
I just don’t know how to make that happen…
‘Urgh. No bad thoughts,’ Max said, shaking his head. ‘Focus on the good things.’
Just like that, Max decided it was time to get ready to hit the park and have a fun picnic with his darling boy.
And while Max might not have been feeling successful in his career in that moment, he was feeling super confident about his ability to make Channing happy – and had just the surprise up his sleeve to put the biggest smile imaginable on Channing’s sweet face…
* * *
‘That’s a good boy,’ Max chuckled, encouraging Channing to build another level to the block tower after successfully making it six blocks high. ‘You and Billy are doing a great job.’
With the sun in the sky and Channing and his stuffie Billy having a great time with their park toys, Max happily leaned back against the tree and took a slug from his bottle of nicely chilled beer.
This is the life.
On days like this… I just want to settle down forever.
But is it too late for me? Can I really change my life now?
Max looked wistfully into the distance and watched as other couples enjoyed their picnics too. The park was large enough that even on busy days it was possible to find a secluded spot.
Channing was wearing a red dungaree with a diaper underneath. And Max couldn’t help but feel his heart melting as the boy happily played with his wooden blocks without a care in the world.
‘Just say if you need some help from Daddy,’ Max said, taking another sip on is beer. ‘I’m quite the builder, you know.’
‘Yes pwease,’ Channing replied, his eyes wide and a big smile on his face. ‘Me and Billie need a big strong Daddy to help us go up another level.’
With that, Max put his beer down and moved over to the picnic blanket and began to help his darling Channing build an even taller structure.
There was something so freeing and wholesome about playing with Channing. And what Max truly enjoyed was knowing that for now at least, Channing’s mind was off work and all the stresses that came with it.
Max admired the ambition and determination that Channing had for his career, but Max knew that Channing being a Little meant he needed his down time too. It was important for Channing to be able to let go and simply be his Little-self as often as possible.
‘Daddy…’ Channing said, a shy look on his face. ‘I think I might have made a pee-pee…’
Max could see that Channing was suddenly feeling a shade self-conscious. But Channing needn’t have worried, because Max was more than ready for diaper changing duties.
Max simply smiled and pointed over toward the windbreaker that he had set up over by the tree.
‘Come on, let’s get you nice and fresh,’ Max said, a warm smile on his face. ‘I’ll have that little butt of yours all clean and dry in no time. Do you want Daddy to give you a lift over to the changing mat?’
‘Yes, Daddy. Lift! Lift!’ Channing said, smiling happily as Max duly obliged and picked him up before carrying him over to the changing mat.
‘Don’t worry, the only people who can see us now are the birds in the sky,’ Max said, unbuttoning Channing’s dungarees and pulling them down to reveal a heavy diaper. ‘Looks like that sippy-cup OJ went in one end and out the other!’
Louis gurgled and giggled as Max went about his business of disposing of the old diaper, applying some wet-wipes, and then spreading a layer of baby butter over Channing’s butt and inner thighs.
‘More! More!’ Channing giggled, kicking his legs and thrusting upward.
‘Okay, but just a little,’ Max replied, a knowing smile on his face as he put his fingers into the tub of baby butter and duly applied it around Channing’s cock and balls. ‘That’s enough. Now time to get you a fresh diaper.’
Channing was blushing again as his butter-covered cock began to harden. But Max quickly put the new diaper on to cover his modesty.
‘It’s playtime… but not that kind of playtime,’ Max said, firmly but with love.
‘Now how about I give you some milk and you can have a nice nap with me under the tree?’ Max asked. ‘Would you like to have milkies with Daddy?’
‘Yes, pwease,’ Channing answered. ‘I’m going to have fun dreams.’
‘I don’t doubt it,’ Max said, chuckling to himself and with a knowing look on his face. ‘Maybe I should have gone easier on the baby butter.’
And with that, Max and Channing snuggled up together under the tree and Max went about giving Channing his bottle of milk. It felt good seeing Channing suckle the milk down so enthusiastically and it wasn’t long before the boy’s eyes were closing, and he was drifting off to sleep.
‘Let yourself go to Snoozeytown,’ Max said, encouraging Channing off to sleep. ‘You’ve had a lot of excitement today. You need a nice long nap with Daddy. That’s it, off to slee-’
Max smiled as Channing duly went to sleep before Max could even finish his sentence.
If this was the life of a responsible, settled Daddy then Max was beginning to feel like this could be the life for him. There were things he needed to resolve in his life, there was no escaping that. But Max was feeling it more than ever…
I want to be Channing’s true Daddy.
The darling little boy is so special.
I can’t make the same mistakes again. I just can’t…