Chapter 15

15

Max

T he night Kiren showed me his scars was the first night we didn’t make love.

We hadn’t talked yet about going all the way. About penetration. Kiren was no virgin, I knew that much. But the moment for us had to be just right. He seemed to know it, too.

For now, exploration of little/daddy dynamics was enough for us.

Honestly, I wanted to hold him to me all night and just bask in his beautiful heart and his little self.

He was warm and diapered and fit just right, one leg looped between mine.

I slept in a daze of happiness.

The next day, we went Christmas tree shopping. Kiren raced all over the lot looking for just the right tree.

“They all smell so good,” he said. Other people were around, so he left off the usual “daddy” from his sentences.

He inspected each tree. It took forever but I didn’t care. We had all afternoon for this.

Kiren decided he liked certain trees because they were “big” or “needed love” or “were too skinny and we could fix them up.”

After a while, I realized he needed help making the final decision.

Christmas music played on speakers in the background. Kids ran around with fingers sticky from candy canes. The wind came up. Heavy clouds crowded the horizon.

“I think this one would look fantastic right by the window,” I said, picking a tree I’d seen him go back to more than twice.

“It would look good,” he agreed.

“Let’s get it. I can sense it needs us. It wants us to love it and decorate it and give it bright lights for the season.”

“Yes. This is the one.” He puffed out his chest as if he’d made the decision.

We grabbed the next salesperson we saw and bought it. The wind was really whipping up, so I asked to have it delivered. I wasn’t sure it would stay on top of my car with a simple knot of rope.

“We can deliver it tomorrow afternoon,” she said.

I paid, then turned to Kiren. “Looks like I know what we’re doing tomorrow. Hot chocolate and ornaments.”

“I can’t wait!”

That night, Kiren helped me get out the tree stand from the garage and set it up. We also carried in all the boxes of ornaments I had from years in the past where I went all-out for kink Christmas parties.

“Does this mean you’re spending Christmas with me, baby?” I asked.

“Does this mean you’re inviting me?”

“Yes.”

“Yay,” he cheered. He ran in a circle around me. “I want to. I want to.” When he stopped, he said in a more sober voice. “My parents will be out of town.”

“Yes. I know.”

“I was just going to order a turkey dinner from one of the restaurants to be delivered.”

“Is that what you want? A turkey dinner?”

Kiren nodded. “Turkey is good.”

“Then we’ll have that. I may need to get some things on order. I’m not always the best cook.”

“Can we have pie?”

“Of course.” I tweaked his nose. “With whipped cream.”

He clapped his hands.

“Now that we’ve gotten everything out for the tree, how about some dinner?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We can go out or I have some things here. Mac ‘n cheese. Chicken nuggets.”

“I want those,” Kiren said, laughing. “I want my sippy cup and ice cream, too.” He paused. “You’re not going to make a salad, are you? I don’t want salad.”

“Well, seeing as how I’d have to go to the store for fresh lettuce, you’re off the hook. But I’m your daddy and I will make sure you get your fruits and vegetables like a good boy.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Kiren was hungry. He ate everything on his plate and asked for seconds. I’d doubled up on the mac ‘n cheese because I loved it, too, with lots of pepper. I skipped the nuggets but made myself a nice sandwich of cold cuts. I made sure we always had those. And ice cream.

After dinner, Kiren got out his coloring books. He started talking baby talk. He stopped coloring, went and got Brobear, then sat in my lap and asked for a Christmas movie. We watched Miracle on 34 th Street.

“How’d you know that’s one of my favorites?” I asked him.

“I didn’t. But I love it. The old one with Natalie Wood. Thank you for finding it to stream, Daddy.”

I sipped cider. He had apple juice. Halfway through the movie, I paused it and made us a big bowl of popcorn with butter.

When it was over, Kiren hugged me. “Santa is real, Daddy. The movie says so.”

“I suppose a move like that can’t be wrong. I mean, the North Pole is real. And reindeer are real.”

“Why not? Why not flying reindeer, and toy-making elves, too.”

We both laughed.

“Are you sleepy yet?”

He shook his head. “Can we have more Christmas?”

I found The Grinch and Rudolph. Kiren bounced in my lap, the happiest boy on Earth. We both knew the songs from both shows by heart and sang along.

My heart nearly broke because I realized right then how lonely I’d have been this Christmas without a boy. Until I had Kiren in my arms, I hadn’t known how alone I would have been, but now that I knew what I had, I never wanted to give it up.

“Those shows were great. I’m glad we watched them,” I said.

“I love them, Daddy. Want to watch them again.”

“Me, too.”

I hugged him hard to my chest.

He laughed and kissed me all over my face.

That night we made love, still in the hands and mouth stage. I diapered him afterward and he rolled dreamily into my arms and fell asleep.

The tree was delivered on Sunday just after lunchtime. As I set it up in the tree stand and trimmed it to fit, Kiren kept coming up and sniffing the branches.

“Mmm, smell good.”

Together, we got all the ornaments and lights from the boxes. There was only one hiccup when Kiren dropped a silver ball ornament. It shattered on the tile.

He started to pout.

I put my finger to his lips, tapping twice. “No pouting. It happens every year.”

I grabbed the dustpan and broom, which I already had out to sweep up errant pine needles, and whisked the broken pieces away.

“See how fast it is to clean up? No big deal.”

His eyes went from big with shock to big with wonder. “Yes, Daddy.”

I went to the kitchen and dumped the broken pieces in the trash. When I returned, Kiren was back to decorating, singing Jingle Bells quietly to himself and wiggling his ass to the beat.

With two people working diligently, the tree was adorned within a couple of hours. We both stood back to admire our handywork.

“It’s shiny, Daddy.”

“We did great.” I clapped my hands. “I think it’s time for hot chocolate in front of our new masterpiece.”

“Yes, please!” Kiren hopped and skipped around me, following me into the kitchen chanting, “Santa is coming. Santa is coming.”

“Yes, he is. But not for another couple weeks.”

“Stockings, Daddy?”

“Yes. We can put stockings up.”

He ducked his head and began to pout again.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I don’t have one.”

“We’ll get new stockings, one for each of us. Okay?”

He put his arms around me and hugged. “Best daddy of all.”

While we sipped our hot chocolates and admired the lights and ornaments, I got out my tablet. We did a bit of online shopping and stockings were our first priority. We oohed and awed over dozens before finally making our choice of almost-matching stockings. Mine had a reindeer on it and his sported a snowman. They both were thick and somewhat expensive, but I wanted them to be well-made. My intention was for them to last more than one Christmas.

After our hot chocolate, the real kind with milk and melted chocolate shavings, Kiren crawled into my lap and became his younger baby self. He leaned his warm head against my shoulder and began to suck his thumb. His eyes rolled up and his golden lashes swept the tops of his cheeks.

It was a late Sunday afternoon. Time for a nap, I decided.

I lifted him up. He curled his legs around me and lay his sleepy head on my shoulder.

Upstairs, I placed him on the bed. He continued to suck his thumb as he curled into himself.

“Let’s get you changed, baby.”

“Mmm.”

That sounded like agreement. I got out his pajamas and his onesie and said, “Open your eyes. Which one?”

He pointed lazily at the onesie.

“It’s warm in the house. But I insist on slippers if your legs are bare.”

He nodded.

He lay back, limp and sweet, as I undressed him all the way down to his skin. His cock was slightly hard but not all the way. What a pretty boy he was.

“Diaper, Daddy,” he mumbled.

My heart skipped a beat. Diapers on my boys excited me. I was glad he had been sharing that with me.

I happily got out the cream and powder and diaper, placing them all beside his naked body. I rubbed the cream in, taking my time with his balls, watching his erection grow.

“Daddy, that’s naughty,” he murmured.

I bent and licked the tip.

“Ohhhh.”

He hardened instantly, my hand now milking him into my mouth. The tip swelled and I went down on him. His hands moved through the air as he moaned. He erupted in less than a minute as I sucked his essence.

He lay back, his knees slightly bent. I moved between them, undid my pants and rubbed my cock all over his soft crotch.

“Oh, Daddy, look. You are naughty like me.”

“I can’t help it.” I humped his thigh.

“You’re big. I like it pressing there. Press hard.”

I handed him Brobear to hug, then frotted him until I came. I fastened my pants, cleaned him up, powdered, and put his diaper on.

The onesie went over his head like a dress. I snapped the buttons at his crotch. It was a long-sleeved onesie of soft cotton with tiny lambs all over it. His long, lean body looked divine in it.

I crawled on top of the bed, pulling a blanket over us both, and spooned him. I wasn’t tired, but I was so content I fell right to sleep, waking abruptly about forty-five minutes later.

Kiren was awake, head up and staring at me.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Daddy. You look so big and handsome.”

“Thank you, baby.” I felt like preening. “Ready to get up?”

He nodded.

“Me, too. I need to see about our dinner. I was thinking of ordering a pizza.”

He sat up fast, bouncing on the bed. His diaper made crinkly sounds.

“Yes, Daddy. Pizza!”

“It’s decided, then.”

“Yeah!” He threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. He started to run to the door.

“Wait. Hold on,” I said. “Slippers first.”

He came back to the bed. “I don’t have any.”

“Daddies are magic. It just so happens I have some for you.”

“What? How?”

“I’ve had them for a while. They’re too small for me. Still in the package. Shall we see if they fit?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I brought out the clear plastic package and showed it to him.

His eyes widened. “Daddy, those are pink and fuzzy. With eyes. You didn’t buy them for you,” he demanded.

“Yes. I like fuzzy fun things, too, baby. I told you. I like toys and cute things. I store some things in case I have the perfect someone to gift them to.”

“Me?” He poked at his chest.

“Yep. You’re my perfect someone.”

He perched on the edge of the bed as I knelt and put them on him. I sat back.

“Well? How do they feel?”

He wiggled his feet. “Warm. And fuzzy.” He giggled.

“Excellent.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” He jumped up, grabbed Brobear and yelled, “I’m going to see the tree, now and wait for the pizza.”

As I watched him go, I realized my next step in our relationship was getting him to move in with me.