Chapter 17
Orlando
“I’m not tired.” Brains got tired and mouths got tired, but I wasn’t tired. “I’m sticky, Daddy.”
Yes. I was sticky, not tired.
“I…” Hmm. “Do I need clothes, Daddy?”
I wasn’t stuck anymore but I wasn’t sure if Daddies liked naked.
“Terrence didn’t say anything about naked boys.” He talked about everything else, so he was still helpful. “My toes are cold.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Is anything else cold?”
He was silly.
But he was right.
“My penis is sticky and cold.” It was all done playing. “I need my surprise, Daddy.”
I had more rewards.
“You need clothes because you’re cold, not because there is anything wrong with being my naked boy.” Daddy took my hand. “Bathtub for cleanup and then we’ll start on your surprises.”
More?
“I like surprises, Daddy.”
I did.
Terrence did too.
All littles did probably.
“Do you need a drink now?” Daddy was asking about aftercare. I’d read about aftercare. “How are you feeling?”
“Not thirsty.” Hmm. “Why do Daddies in books make their boys drink water?”
That was kind of sad.
Water was sad.
Grown-up cups were sad.
“Well, that’s a good question, but I think it’s primarily because you got a lot of exercise, so you probably need a drink to help.” Daddy shrugged. “It might be to give the Daddies something to do so we don’t worry?”
Oh, yeah.
Daddies worried.
“You don’t have to worry about words or spankings now.” That was good. He’d have to find something else to worry about. “I’m not going to scream at you or throw a lamp at your head. They hurt.”
Daddy sighed. “How did I not know that story?”
“I didn’t tell my mother.” Shh. “We don’t tell naked stories to moms. That’s the rules.”
Daddy cocked his head and made thinking sounds. “That explains it. I think I know about most of the other stuff. She’s very…chatty.”
Nosy.
She was nosy and she liked to share.
“Don’t giggle.” Daddy kissed my head. “I was being polite.”
“Enzo says being polite will get you trampled. He’s polite. He knows.” Terrence was smart, not polite. “I’m polite too.”
It was dangerous.
Daddy agreed because he sighed and nodded. “I think we need a different word for how your family deals with things because technically your mother is polite and that’s not a good description of her.”
He made me laugh again.
“Stop that.” Daddy was wearing a silly smile. “Your family is insane and you know it.”
Yep.
Daddy wasn’t insane, though, except when he played pretend.
But we weren’t playing big pretend anymore ’cause I called him Daddy.
“Noooo…” I was silly and frowned. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, silly goose.”
Ha.
Daddy was laughing too.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not going to scream at me or throw anything at me.” Daddy let go of me as we got to his bathroom, but he stroked my head again and smiled. “We’ll get a drink after we get you cleaned up. That seems more important but we’ll get you some milk later.”
Daddy was smart and knew milk was better than water.
“I don’t like grown-up cups for milk.” I scrunched my face up. “They’re not good.”
Daddy made a huffing sound and frowned. “Would I give my boy milk in a glass?”
He was so silly.
“Nope. You’re smart.” And funny because he started shaking his head and grumbling.
“Milk in a glass. What is he thinking?” Daddy kept being silly and pouting as he turned on the water. “That’s like having a bath without bubbles.”
Oh, bubbles?
“I like bubbles.” I gave him my good boy smile. “You’re a good Daddy, so you got bubbles.”
Ha.
No question, so he had to stop his silly pouts.
“That’s right because I’m a good Daddy.” He forgot he wasn’t saying the Daddy word. He was proud of himself. “I’m glad you know that.”
He had to be silly again and get the grumbles about milk and cups but he liked being silly. He stopped and got distracted when my bubbles started getting bigger, though. “Tub time. You’re going to freeze.”
Sticky made me cold.
“When I’m all clean I get more surprises?” Daddy took my hands and helped me in the tub. “Do you like bathtub toys?”
Daddy chuckled. “Yes, but we need to pick some out. I didn’t think about bathtub toys yet.”
“You’re smart.” That was okay. “You got other stuff for me.”
Like surprises.
“That smile looks adorably greedy.” Daddy kissed my nose when I sat down careful. “Were you thinking about your surprises?”
“Yes.” Good boys didn’t lie. “I like presents and surprises.”
Terrence said that was okay and all the littles online did too…Daddy knew that was okay too because he laughed. “I’m glad.”
Sitting down beside the tub, Daddy scooped up some of the bubbles and put them on my head. “We need to make a list. Several probably. We need a to-do list and a stuff-to-buy list.”
“Toys.” For playing and for the bathtub. “And my tree. You said we’d do my tree.”
I didn’t have to fix the problem.
Daddy fixed the problem.
That was a Daddy job.
“That’s right.” Pushing off my bubble hat, Daddy smiled because he liked being silly. “We need to pick out snacks and dinners for Trippy, and we need to figure out what toys to have here and what toys to have at your house.”
Lots.
Did Terrence know he got toys at both houses?
“I like toys.” I liked bubbles too, so I scooped up the bubbles like I was going to give Daddy a hat and he laughed and crawled away like a crab. “Ha. I’ll get you.”
Once I was all clean and my bubbles were gone.
“Daddy stays dry outside the tub.” He was being silly but wet clothes were more yucky than just kind of sticky clothes.
“Do Daddies get in the tub?” I looked around. “Would you fit?”
He could play too.
I’d share.
Daddy looked at me and the bubbles and the tub. “Maybe? But we could not get me and toys in the tub.”
Oh.
Bubbles needed toys.
Littles needed bubbles.
“We can share when I’m big.” If boys and girls did that then boys and boys could do it. Everyone knew that. “I’ll share and be romantic.”
I could do that for Daddy so he’d feel ’portant.
I was so nice Daddy smiled. “Thank you for sharing.”
“Welcome.” I was such a good boy, I was going to get lots and lots of rewards. “I’m nice.”
Daddy made a silly sound like he was trying not to laugh. “I bet nice boys get lots of rewards.”
Ha.
“Maybe?” I shrugged and looked very sweet. “But Daddies are important and you like cuddling me. So you’ll like cuddling me when we’re wet.”
Hmm.
Daddy was scrunching up his lips like he was trying not to smile.
Daddy was thinking happy thoughts ’cause he was naughty, so I played a trick on him and gave him a Daddy kind of frown. “Oh, no. You’re thinking naughty thoughts. That’s not good. I’m Daddy’s sweet boy.”
Nodding, Daddy coughed and coughed as he played pretend. When he could breathe and not be silly, he nodded. “I’m very sorry. Daddies just think naughty thoughts sometimes. I know you’re my sweet boy.”
Ha.
Now Daddy was going to think lots of naughty things about me.
“I am.” I was sneaky too. “So no wet happies or wiggles and no rubbing my bottom on your lap. That’d be naughty and I’m sweet.”
Sweet and sneaky.
Ha.
I was naughty too, but I gave Daddy my sweet smile. “I’m your good boy.”
Daddy started coughing again.
He needed to learn to play pretend better.
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“I get my surprise now, Daddy.” Yes, I’d been soo good I should get lots of fun stuff. “I’m clean and not sticky.”
Hmm.
“Is it your turn to get sticky?” Daddy said that some Daddies played naked games with their littles and some didn’t.
Did he forget?
Leaning closer, I kissed his cheek and didn’t even fall off the bed. “Daddies are important.”
They worried, too, because Daddy thought I was going to fall, but I wasn’t. He was still nice and held me tight, though. “If you break your neck, I will get in a lot of trouble.”
Yep.
“My mother says she brought me into this world, so she’s the only one who can take me out of it.” I shrugged as Daddy chuckled. “Even accidents. She said so.”
She said so a lot when she got mad.
Daddy sighed. “If that’s the rule, we’ve got to be careful.”
“Did you get distracted?” Daddies did that. Terrence said so. “Or are you being nice ’cause you don’t want happy time?”
Happy was a good word.
A happy word.
Ha.
I was so funny.
Daddy rolled his eyes. “That laugh always makes me worry.”
Everything made Daddy worry.
“I’m your good boy.” Cheek kiss time. “Did you get distracted again?”
Oh.
He groaned.
Yep.
Worries.
“No, but I was trying to distract you because as much as I would love happy time with you, I think we should do that tomorrow.” Daddy stood straight and looked serious. “I want to be physical with you, but we need to talk more about that stuff.”
Daddy’s list was a fun time list but not an inside the boy list.
Hmm.
“You forgot to ask me about putting my mouth on you, Daddy.” He needed me to help him next time. “I’ll remember. I can do it.”
What else?
“And I’ll remember to ask about inside stuff and outside stuff. There’s lots of outside stuff.” There were different ways to do inside stuff too. “I’m smart and I’ll be a good helper.”
I could be a good helper now too.
How?
Had to follow Daddy’s rules and limits.
Oh.
I was so smart.
“Touching yourself was on the list, Daddy.” He forgot. “We can do that. I’ll watch. I don’t watch TV people but I’ll watch you.”
Daddy wasn’t boring and fake like the TV people.
“You.” Daddy stopped and breathed and worried again. “Yes, that was on the list and we talked about it. Good job for remembering our list.”
I ’membered good.
“I ’member lots about your list too, Daddy.” He didn’t have to squirm about that anymore. I leaned in close and whispered so he knew it’d be important. “You were worried about breeding me, but I’m going to like that, so you don’t have to get butterflies in your tummy anymore.”
No more tummy bugs.
Giving me a big, big sigh, Daddy pouted and tried to look dramatic. “I’m not sure I like how much attention you gave that.”
“Oh well.” I shrugged. “You’re important. Sorry.”
Grumbling about the tummy bugs, Daddy huffed and puffed and got all silly. “Fine. I was slightly nervous.”
“Some people think stuff is weird. But it’s not.” Other stuff was weird. “I read books and I’m smart.”
And Terrence was good at explaining stuff.
“I’m glad you read books.” Trying to un-scrunch his face, Daddy shrugged. “I might’ve been a bit nervous but I knew it was important to tell you.”
Breeding was important but being a Daddy wasn’t?
Hmm.
“Thank you.” Since he’d been trying to be a good boy, he got another cheek kiss. “Good boys get rewards, so your reward is going to be happy touching.”
He wouldn’t pick out his own reward…we both knew it because we were smart.
Daddy tried not to laugh but his smile peeked out. “You’re a fascinating cutie, Trippy.”
“Yep.” Oh well. “Smart people are interesting. Everyone knows that.”
Nodding, Daddy chuckled. “And you are very smart.”
I’d been researching.
“Alright, we’ll come back to my reward after I finish your surprises.” Daddy didn’t look like he had tummy bugs anymore, so I knew we had a plan.
Daddy liked plans.
And I liked surprises.
“I’ve been very good.” Terrence said it was important to keep reminding Daddies about stuff like that. “Very good.”
Daddy’s eyes laughed even though he pinched his mouth together as he nodded. He was still feeling silly but I was glad he wasn’t worrying. Nope. We were all done with worries because he nodded. “Yes, you have been and that’s why I got you some special things.”
Oh.
I liked special.
“You have to promise to sit still while I get them, though.” Daddy gave me his serious face and wasn’t smiling even with his eyes. “If you fall, I won’t get out your surprises.”
No falling.
“Got it.” I snuggled my towel tighter and sat very still. “I’m careful.”
Most of the time.
Daddy glared at me but nodded. “Okay, I trust you.”
Oh.
Sneaky Daddy.
Now I had to be good…Terrence said so.
“Thank you, Daddy.” I didn’t have to be cute but I was polite so he couldn’t take my surprises away.
Ugh.
His smile was back.
Sneaky. Sneaky. Daddy.
“You’re welcome.” Daddy was proud of himself as he went over to the closet. He puffed out his chest and looked like he was a fancy duck. “And I love what good manners you’ve got.”
Naughty Daddy.
Enzo would be proud of him but I wasn’t going to talk to family about little stuff. Daddy said I didn’t have to.
“Alright, close your eyes.” Daddy laughed when I wiggled my arms out and put my hands over my face. “No peeking. But you’re very sweet, so we don’t need to worry about that.”
Shoot.
I closed my eyes and made my fingers tighter.
I was Daddy’s good boy.
“Overnight shipping is a wonderful thing but you have to let me know if you don’t like your rewards.” Daddy had found something new to worry about. He was amazing. “Ready?”
“Ready.” I loved presents and surprises and rewards and attention. Even more than Terrence. “I was very good.”
Daddy chuckled and kissed my head as he made the bed wiggle. “You were very good. Okay, you can look.”
Whew.
Oh.
“You made me fancy, Daddy.”
Best. Daddy. Ever.