Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Max

A fter we fucked for the first time, I held Kiren to me for a long while, prolonging the afterglow. We murmured sweet nothings to each other. We kissed. We entwined our bodies in what seemed like an unbreakable knot.

“That’s it. I’ve made the executive decision. You’re moving in with me. I want you living with me. Full time,” I said.

“Yes, Daddy. I will. How did you know I wanted that, too?”

I kissed him on the ear. “We’re meant to be together. I feel it.”

“I feel it, too. For reals. You’re my Secret Santa. You’ve given me the best gift ever.”

“Not so secret anymore.” I nuzzled at his cheek.

“You made me come out of my shell. You’re magic, Daddy.”

“You’re my greatest gift,” I said. “Just when I’d given up looking, I found you.”

“You gave me a drink with a cherry in it. As if you knew cherries are my favorite.”

“I might not have known for sure, but I hoped.”

We both laughed.

We slept naked together. Kiren didn’t want anything, not even his diaper, between us.

The next day, we started packing up his house. Kiren contacted a rental agency to begin running ads by the new year. He didn’t want to sell. It was paid for, and the rent would give him extra income.

“I’m thinking of quitting my job in the next month or two,” he confessed. “Would you hate that?”

“Not at all.”

“I want to be little for you, Daddy. As much as possible.”

My stay-at-home little. I had always wished for that.

Kiren continued. “I want to send you off in the mornings with a blowjob and then greet you in the evening wearing just my diaper.”

“That’s a hard demand to resist.”

Kiren said, “And I keep thinking of the basement playground beneath us.”

Neither of us had gone down there since the first day I’d shown it to him.

“What about it?”

“I want to open it up. You should have parties if you want them. I want to watch.”

“You’re not just saying that because you think I want it?”

Kiren shook his head hard. “No, Daddy. I want to see what others do. I don’t want bondage. I can’t have whippings.”

“No, I would never allow it.”

I thought about how he’d told me he had more surgeries to go through. My boy needed to be protected. Watched over. Coddled and cuddled. And that turned me on more than anything else.

“But I’d like to see. I want to watch. I want to be little, but I want to see and watch, too. And watch other daddies and littles. Does that make me a naughty boy?”

I kissed his forehead. “Very naughty.”

“There’s so much fun stuff down there in the basement. I want to see it come to life. See it be enjoyed. It’s empty if it’s just me and you.”

“You’re right, baby. I still have friends in the community. We’ll have parties. We’ll plan them together. But only when the time is right. Only when you’re ready.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Kiren was my dream boy. There were some days I still couldn’t believe he was real.

But I’d found him. And he’d opened to me like a flower to sunlight. He hadn’t seen his beauty in his trauma, but he finally re-found it because I saw it, and he trusted me enough now to finally believe for himself.

I loved him more dearly than my own heart. Everything about him. The youngster. The baby. The Brobear-hugging, thumb-sucking little. He had great curiosity and a brilliant mind. If he ever wanted to go back to school, I’d support him fully. But in the meantime, he wanted to live his kink full-time, and I wanted that, too.

I’d found my heart’s desire. I would give Kiren anything and everything I had to give. And my world would grow ever more beautiful because of that.

THE END

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