Chapter 20

Maddy

The next night, finally, we determined I was ready for some real play. We'd both been sporting erections on and off all day long. After the Sharky incident, I was so pent up I could barely think. All the blood had rushed from my brain to elsewhere.

I assured Colin I was feeling fine.

I saw his self-control crumbling. I'd seen it bit by bit all day, but now it all seemed to drop away leaving him all pliant and practically panting before me.

"I want to play with you, Maddy. I want to play with you all night long if you'll let me."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I love hearing you say that," he replied. "Every time you call me Daddy it sends a bolt of lightning through my body."

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy."

"Evil little gremlin," he said.

We were downstairs, watching TV.

Now Colin brought me upstairs, carrying me, my legs wrapped around his waist. We crossed the playroom, which emitted a mental siren call that got louder and louder each time I passed through it. There were so many wonderful things in there I had yet to explore.

Colin crawled onto the big bed on his knees with me still wrapped around him. I let my hands and legs slip away from his body. Kornie, who had been squished between us, dropped to the side, forgotten.

Colin tilted his head and kissed me. Even lying down, I still had a feeling of falling. His kisses were that hot.

"Are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm more than ready, Daddy."

He opened his mouth to suck on my lower lip. I let my lips part and the connection deepened. My cock grew harder than I thought it could get. It ached from balls to tip.

In my sexiest fantasies, I still couldn't imagine it would be this good with a real daddy. I'd been with other boys before, but only fooling around. I'd lost my virginity at eighteen. But I'd never had a real boyfriend. I never had someone hold me the way Colin did. Or want to date me. My friends didn't even use the word date. They talked of hookups and friends with benefits. Plus, none of them knew about my baby side. My little.

That wasn't how I wanted my life to go.

Colin gently lowered his weight onto me. I loved the sensation of not being able to move, of being held down and waiting for Daddy to make all the decisions.

He explored my mouth quite thoroughly, warm and deep, then began to kiss me on the chin and the jaw, moving down to my throat. All I could do was grasp tightly at his shirt.

"Does that hurt when I kiss you there?" he asked.

I had not even considered it. I loved his lips on my skin. Everywhere. "No, Daddy. I promise."

When my t-shirt got in Colin's way, he grumbled. "Off."

I raised my arms and Colin leaned up so I could lift myself enough for him to slide it over my head. For a moment, I was nervous again like last night at the tub. I wasn't buff like Colin. I had no chest hair, nothing to really brag about. But the nervousness vanished when I realized that if Colin liked boys and littles, he might prefer exactly what I had on offer.

He'd had no complaints last night at bath time.

Colin tossed my t-shirt aside and put his palms on my chest, stroking as if to soothe away any secret fears I still might be hanging onto. His hands were big, his fingers long and beautiful. I wanted him to touch me all over.

His hands went to my waist, and he straightened up to begin work on my waistband. My mouth hung open like a fool. My eyes kept rolling up. He got my button undone and my zipper down, then started tugging. I lifted my hips.

"That a boy."

My pants came down, underwear and all. Colin shifted over to the side to drag them all the way off along with my underwear, shoes and socks. Now I was completely and utterly bare before him for the second time, revealed for him.

His grin was almost feral. "Look at you. You're gorgeous."

I lay very still watching him. He swept his gaze up and down my body, stopping at my groin, which made me ache even more.

My cock was super stiff, arched up toward my stomach. I could see how dark the shaft was, how swollen and pink at the tip. It was already leaking. My balls twitched. I slowly drew my feet up, bending my knees to spread my legs. I didn't think about it. My body responded by itself, wanton, begging.

"Not such a baby right now, then," Colin said, placing his hand on my thigh and brushing upward.

"But I am. For you." My little was so awake and alive right now. He wanted caresses and kisses and rubbies. He wanted to be praised and coddled and fondled. And to blubber in baby talk about his daddy taking him, making him swoon, making him come. It wasn't weird. I knew that now that I'd met others like me.

"Oh, but this isn't a baby." Colin's hand finally reached my balls and cupped them gently, then encircled my shaft.

I had to admit he was right. I had a fully adult male pee-pee.

I drew in a series of quick breaths. My legs parted even more. "Daddy!"

"Sweet," Colin whispered. Then still holding my cock, he leaned down and kissed me on the mouth again.

My arms flailed and went up over my head. One of my hands bumped Kornie, and I grabbed onto him to ground me because I felt so good I thought I might float straight up through the air and hit the ceiling.

When he pulled back, I whispered, "Daddy, I want more."

"Do you now?" His hand moved back over my balls and then pressed beneath them.

I spread my legs even more and lifted my hips. "Yes, that."

"That's a very adult thing to want."

It was. But I also felt little.

"Daddy, is it okay?"

Colin moved his fingers over my crease until he found my pucker. "Yes, not-a-baby. It's wonderful. My boys always get whatever they want."

With his house and the big playroom, he was going to spoil me rotten. I just knew it.

Colin pulled his hand back and I whined in protest.

"So demanding," Colin said.

I couldn't quite tell if he was delighted or annoyed. I opted for delighted.

I watched him grab something from the side of the bed and realized it was lube. If possible, my excitement increased. I couldn't keep still and wiggled against him.

"You like this?" He held up the bottle.

"Yes, sir."

He wasted no time clicking open the pop-up lid and pouring it into his hand. He was back between my legs in no time, having grabbed a pillow with his non-lubed hand to push under my hips. No one had ever done that for me before, and it was far more comfortable than the few ways (very few; I could count them on one hand) I'd had sex in the past.

Before he could get really intense again, I leaned up on my elbows, still clutching Kornie.

"Daddy, it's not fair. You're still dressed."

"I'll take care of things. Don't worry yourself."

I leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. I imagined Colin naked, pushing himself into me. The fantasy was about to happen. He was taking too long.

"Daddy, I need it now." I heard the whine in my voice and almost cringed. But then I realized I was okay. I was with a daddy, my new daddy, and he knew I was a boy.

His hand went to my crease again, lubing me up. When his finger entered me, I moaned and inhaled at the same time, which almost made me choke.

"Relax for Daddy, now," Colin instructed.

I closed my eyes so I could focus on the feeling and realized I was smiling.

Colin pressed his finger in and out of me. It was an easy glide and didn't hurt at all. He wasn't rough. I'd been roughly stretched before and hadn't liked it, but I didn't need to say a word at all to Colin. He knew what he was doing.

Soon, two fingers penetrated me. I groaned aloud.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, Daddy. Please don't stop."

A chuckle. Then praise. "You're such a pretty boy. You know it, don't you?"

I wasn't sure if I did or not. While I contemplated my answer, Colin added, "If you don't know, then you'll learn. You'll learn to listen to me. You'll learn to understand what you do to me, how you make me feel. That you're a pretty boy. Very pretty. And one I hope will become all mine if you agree."

I'd already agreed in my mind the first time we went out. I guess that made me an easy boy, too.

Fingers filled me up. His other hand brushed my balls, then grasped my cock and squeezed it twice. It was all so great. But I wanted more.

"I want to be yours, Daddy. Make me yours."

His fingers left me. I was empty again. But not for long. I heard the rustle of clothing and the sizzle of a zipper. I lifted my head to peek.

Colin had taken off his shirt and was now pushing off his jeans. What I glimpsed at first was a startling beauty. He had round, tight muscles on starry tattooed arms. That's what I noticed first. Arms were my favorite. Then I saw his chest, taut with firm pecs. He leaned forward and his shoulders were broad and perfect. He knelt up and I saw his flat stomach, and the way his waist met his straight hips but curved in just above his backside. I had a side view for a few seconds, enough to note his backside was rounded and perfect, just like the rest of him. And of course, I noticed his cock. It stretched out from a nest of dark curls, bouncing as he moved, the shaft thickly veined, dark, and the head beautifully rounded. He was big but not enormous.

I wanted to touch. I wanted to feel him inside me. All of him.

"Daddy, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, sweet boy."

"I mean it. I can barely breathe to look at you."

"You have to breathe, love. Otherwise, this is going to become very difficult."

But it wasn't difficult at all. Daddy Colin moved between my legs again and I lifted up. My cock was aching, wanting more. I wanted to come on that big, gorgeous dick.

I pressed my head back into the pillow and closed my eyes as I heard the squirt of more lube.

Soon—finally—he pressed his cock against my hole. He went slow. Too slow. I felt very naughty and demanding as I lifted my hips up in a quick jerk to take him faster into me.

"Such a bad boy," Colin groaned, slurring the words. "So very, very bad."

By his tone, I knew what that meant. He liked it. I was giving him pleasure by rocking forward and squeezing with my muscles.

When he was fully inside me, I squirmed, feeling good, but needing more. I could already feel the pleasure building.

"Oh baby, you feel fantastic."

"Move, Daddy."

"Yes, sir." Colin mimicked my baby voice and began to thrust.

It was like a big wind moved through me, like my entire body was gasping at the way he pushed in and out of me. After a few tries, he angled himself perfectly to rub against my prostate with each thrust. That was when I became lost, the edges of my vision fizzing, fading.

I held Kornie tightly to me with one arm. With the other, I reached out and gripped my cock.

Colin pushed my hand away and I nearly cried until he replaced it with his own. I grabbed his wrist and held it while he jerked me and moved inside me at the same time. It was pure ecstasy.

"Daddy, I feel so big and so little at the same time." My voice had turned babyish as the wonder of such pleasure took away my ability to control my little space.

"That's okay, sweet boy. I've got you. I feel big. So big inside you. I'm going to come very soon."

At his words, my own cock throbbed and jerked in his hand. The orgasm swooped over me like a cloud with soft hands snagging me, lifting me up and away from reality. My cock spurted all over my stomach and chest as Colin milked every drop of fluid from me.

Colin's thrusts came faster. His cock seemed to get bigger, pressing my inner walls, making my still leaking cock bounce.

"Coming," he announced.

"Are you coming hard, Daddy?"

"Yes." He cried out. "So hard for you, not-a-baby."

He stilled and I lifted my head so I could see his face. It went all dreamy and soft, not like the Colin I'd first seen in the club. His eyes rolled up. His dark hair fell back away from the sides of his head. He looked like a prince in a beautiful trance.

"Give everything to me, Daddy," I whispered. "I want it."

"Yesss." He moaned and groaned a lot. Finally, he leaned forward and fell on top of me, his hands going on either side of me and catching most of his weight.

I grabbed him by the muscles of his upper arms. I could barely get my fingers around them; they were so bulging. I scratched him a little with my nails, trying to pull him close.

His cock slid from me and he turned onto his side, pulling me with him.

He took me into his arms. Our bare cocks touched for the first time. He kissed me over and over again as we basked in the golden afterglow of our first time together.

"How was that, not-a-baby?"

"The best I've ever felt. Fantastic." I gulped. "And I have a confession to make."

"Tell me."

"I am a baby. Even when we do this. I want to be your baby, Daddy. Is it okay?"

"That's the sweetest thing you could have said to me right now. I knew you were special from the first time I saw you, and I had to have you. I would love to be your daddy all the time, twenty-four-seven."

"But I like your nickname for me, too, so sometimes you can still call me not-a-baby."

He kissed me while trying to hold back a laugh, then pulled a few inches away so he could murmur, "When it's called for, I will."

"What we just did was not a baby thing, but I still felt little. It's my first time feeling that."

"Did you like it?"

"I loved it."

"Then I hope to give you many more moments like that."

"Yes, Daddy. Please, Daddy. I'm a greedy baby and I'll always want more."

I hugged Daddy tighter to me. Kornie was getting squished between our shoulders. Neither Kornie nor Daddy seemed to mind, though. All of it was good, better than good, better than every fantasy I'd ever had.