Chapter 14

Zale

We were possibly more alike than we knew. To be with Kendry was relaxing and more fun than I could remember having in a long time. But he still didn't call me Daddy except on rare occasions in bed. I made no secret to him that I liked it. That he could go on doing it. Yet he kept himself in check. Too careful.

We had more trust to build.

Over the next couple of weeks, he held my hand almost every time we went out. It didn't gather too many looks since we both lived in the gay-centric part of town. I loved that he showed that trust. I couldn't help but want to show him off.

When I suggested a weekend night out at the club, biting my lip that he might be testy after what I'd told him some of his exes had been saying about him, to my surprise his eyes brightened.

"Yes. Let's!"

"You're excited," I accused. "Already wanting to stray?" I laughed to let him know it was a joke.

"Nope. Not even for a second." He puffed out his chest, then ran to me across the kitchen floor where we'd both been contemplating our next meal and slammed into my chest.

"Good to hear, honey." I bent to kiss the top of his head. "So good."

He flexed one knee and lifted his leg to curve around my thigh. He had started doing that a lot, and I finally got it through my thick brain that it meant he wanted to be lifted up and kissed as I held him.

I was all too happy to accommodate him. I ran both my hands down his back until I cupped his ass. It was nearly small enough to fit, one cheek for each palm. I squeezed gently and easily lifted him. He gave a little jump to help, then put both legs around my waist and both hands around my neck. He was face to face with me now and tilted his head back.

Teasing him, I kissed both his cheeks under the eyes, then his nose.

"Zale!" He pouted.

I grinned, kissing his forehead, then pulled back. "What?"

"I want a real kiss and I want it now, Daddy." He spoke like that petulant spoiled child from the Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory film, also one of our favorite books lately to read out loud to each other.

His terrible British accent made me laugh every time he tried to mimic Veruca Salt's voice.

Every day Kendry made me wonder at myself. I decided I had been missing some real gold by spending my years avoiding the littles playroom.

"Mercy," I said to him, and took his mouth in a full open kiss.

Kissing, touching, even giving each other the eye—all of it was dangerous territory for us. Dangerous in that it easily led to major distraction. If I could make Kendry come all day long, I would. But the boy needed to be fed and to sleep. And he had his job, as did I. As it was, we spent a lot of hours of every day making out.

I still hadn't asked him for full on penetration, and maybe I never would. He hadn't said a word about it. He was no virgin, but that didn't mean a thing. If he wanted it, I hoped he would tell me. If he didn't, that was fine, too. It was never a deal-breaker for me, which was rare among guys in the kink world.

A huge percentage of gay men I knew believed it didn't count as real sex if there wasn't penetration. I thought that was a bit narrow. There were also plenty of gay men who didn't prefer it. Did that mean all of them were left out in the cold living a celibate un-orgasmic life? Of course not.

I'd had some partners, one who lasted a year with me, who never said they didn't like it, but avoided it and the subject after the initial weeks of "honeymoon" dating. It was as if they had put out only because they assumed I expected it.

Yeah, a lot of us had issues.

I didn't want any of that with Kendry. A couple times I had licked down his back toward his crease, and he'd eagerly lifted his hips to be pleasured that way, but I'd never gone further mainly because it made him come pretty quickly, especially if I got his balls involved in the sucking and licking, too. After that sort of treatment, he'd go down for a nap for at least half an hour and wake hard, wanting me to suck his cock. The constitution of youth kept me busy. I wasn't old, but I was only good for about three times a night. Kendry could come six times a day if he wanted to.

I took great pleasure in all of it.

Kendry assessedhis arrangement of clothes.

I'd invited him to bring over a couple of suitcases of things since we were spending so much time at my house. He now owned half my closet space. What I really wanted was to have him move in but it was far too early to push that on him. I wanted Kendry sure and relaxed and feeling completely safe before I popped that question.

"Hmm, what should I wear?" he asked, pulling out a hanger with a nearly sheer white top and tight, lime green shorts.

"Those are short," I commented.

He turned to me. "Problem?"

His little ass cheeks could hang out all he wanted. When at home. Or just one-on-one at gay-owned diners. But at the club? I suddenly felt a bit possessive. That rarely happened to me and I was somewhat shocked. I immediately thought of those guys who'd called Kendry ace, and who talked as if he wasn't worth pursuing at all. I wanted to show Kendry off on my arm but at the same time they didn't deserve those ass cheeks on parade.

Kendry came to me and touched my arm. "Zale?"

I blinked to clear my mind. "What?"

"You were really faraway for a second. What were you thinking? Is there a problem with these shorts?"

Caught.

I gulped. "You should wear whatever you want."

He stared at them, then looked back at me. "Are you sure?"

I smiled. "You'll get a lot of stares."

"Does that bother you?"

"No."

He must not have believed me, because he added, "I promise I won't look at anyone but you all night long. We can have drinks—juice for me—and read. And I can hold your hand as we walk through the club to let everyone know you're mine."

"Am I?"

He frowned a question.

"Am I yours?" I clarified.

"Beyond any doubt," he replied, and began to climb me again.

I had become his favorite tree.

I put my hands on his ass, which was clad only in pink underwear with little dinosaurs all over it, and as I lifted he gave a little jump.

Christ, this boy. He knew holding him like this made my cock instantly stiff. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me with warm, soft lips, his mouth opening to receive my curious, probing tongue.

I squeezed his cheeks and bounced him against me. It was no effort to carry him. I had the muscle and he weighed about half of me soaking wet. Plus, with his legs curled around me, the fit was so perfect I barely felt I was carrying much more than a load of laundry.

I carried him with me as I peered into my part of the closet. "Hmm, what should I wear?"

He turned his head and reached out with one arm. "I like that red leather vest." He pointed. "It looks good with that black shirt."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

I supported him with one arm, making him giggle and cling to me harder, and took the two items in hand.

"Ohhh, don't drop me."

"Drop what? Oh yeah, I'm still holding you, aren't I? I barely felt a thing."

He giggled again. "That's not true."

"It is true." I carried him to the bed, still holding my clothes, then set the clothes down side by side. "Yes, I think you're right. They will look good for tonight."

Still, carrying him, I walked around the bed. "Oh, and something else I think will look good. I got it for you. If you like, good. If you don't, don't pretend you do." I dipped him as I took one hand away from his ass again and lifted up one pillow on the neatly made bed. Yes, it was neatly made. Kendry always made it, telling me it was what good boys did.

From under the pillow, I pulled out a fuzzy powder blue teddy bear with brown button eyes and a pink button in the center of his tummy. A pink belly button.

"Oh my gosh!" He rocked in my arms, reaching with both hands to grab it.

I held it away from him, then rushed it at his face and tickling his nose with it.

"Gimme!"

"Okay, honey. He's all yours. I guess you like him?"

Kendry squeezed and hugged him tight between us. "I love him."

"Tell me the truth," I said in my best patronizing voice.

"I really, really love him. I'm going to call him Alexander."

"That's a beetle name," I protested.

"It's a good strong name for anyone, isn't it?" he asked. "Alexander was a king."

"I think you're right. He'll be referred to as Alexander from now on."

In a soft voice as Kendry was rubbing his face all over his new bear, he purred. "Thank you, Zale."

I didn't have to be an outright daddy to know he'd love a teddy bear. "You're welcome."

It took us a long time to get dressed. We weren't klutzes or anything. It happened during the part where we undressed. We took a little orgasmic break. It was difficult to resist a bright-faced boy with a perfect ass holding a stuffed bear as he bent over and tried to get his tight shorts on one-armed. It made my mouth water while parts of me went liquid and other parts went stiff.

I had Kendry under me, rubbing against his chest. It was so hot when he reached for my cock and pulled on it. I moved forward so it could reach his mouth and he gave me a sly look, held it in both hands like a baby bottle and suckled the tip as if it was a big nipple.

Fire burned along my shaft, flaming hottest at the head. Kendry puckered his lips, let his eyes roll up, and fed. One hand moved up and down my shaft, while the other gave my balls an expert massage.

I rocked my ass against his ribs and chest, moving gently forward. He took the hint and sucked more of me into his mouth.

"That's so good. You're so good," I kept saying. I lost my mind to the act. My words were nonsense to me now. But I suddenly heard myself saying, "boy" and "good boy."

Kendry sucked me harder, then soft, then harder again. It was unbelievable how wonderful he felt. It didn't take long before I was pulsing strong, flying those heights of pleasure.

When I was done, I crawled down Kendry's body to reciprocate.

With Kendry, I always felt honored to be in this position. No other man had made me feel this way before, honored to have sexual encounters. My adult life had come with expectations. If I wanted something, I went out and got it. Cars. Clothes. Food. Sex. The word honor came to me one night concerning Kendry because with him I had no preconceived expectations. I didn't expect him to want me. Or want to keep me. Or better, maybe fall in love with me the way I was falling for him?

Every moment with him was so fulfilling to me, I began to value it the way I did my very own life.

He was like the sweetest honey on the sweetest bread. I couldn't get enough.

I sucked him leisurely because I didn't want it to end too soon. But being young and energetic, he came fast.

I swallowed every drop.

We had planned to stop for dinner on the way to the club, but by the time we got out of the house, it was later than expected.

"Let's do bar food at the club," Kendry suggested.

"Good idea."

We parked in the parking garage across the street. Kendry walked a little in front of me, those lime green shorts riding up and up. I gulped, wondering how I had gotten so lucky. He wore white knee socks which made his thighs and ass stand out even more.

I hurried to his side and took his hand. In his other hand he held Alexander.

"You're mine tonight and no one else's."

He gave me a long-suffering look. "No one but you, I know. I know." Then he snickered.

"You better be joking."

He squeezed my hand. "I'm ready to show you off. I know a lot of people here. They'll approach."

"You okay with that?" I asked.

"Yep."

We walked into the club with our phones open to the proper code. The doorman let us in immediately, shutting the door behind us.

The place looked like nothing from the outside. But always, for me, it was like walking into another world, a huge world that went on and on. It was in an old warehouse, the ceilings in the bar and dance area high and bare, showing the silver tubes for all the heating and air conditioning. The club was elaborate, and quite popular for crowds even beyond the local gay communities. They got people from all over, including tourists. The place was also a common meet and greet for various dating and hookup apps.

As usual, canned dance music played from the speakers. The dance floor was full.

My stomach fluttered with nerves and excitement.

Kendry bounced beside me. He had stuffed Alexander under one arm.

"This is fun coming here with you."

"It wasn't fun before?" I asked.

"It was. But different. Now I am with you."

I understood perfectly what he meant.

As we headed to the bar, I didn't see anyone I knew. So far. There was a big crowd to make our way through, so I was blocked. It was a miracle that Kendry and I found two stools side by side. Kendry set Alexander on the counter, which made a lot of the strangers around us smile.

I ordered a martini and Kendry, who was in full little form, got orange juice. We proceeded to order a shitload of appetizers that were really bad for us: wings, cheese fries, jalape?o poppers, beer battered veggies, mini eggrolls. We were both pretty hungry and happy that this club doled out large portions.

The atmosphere was fun and familiar, but being with Kendry was all I cared about these days.

Our food came and we chatted over the music as best we could and devoured the treats.

Someone I knew from another club came up to say hello. We'd never done a scene together, but we'd hung out in the same rooms and knew each other by name.

It happened two more times. One was, Julius, a guy I had done a scene with. He looked at Kendry curiously, then back at me. "You have a new kink."

I had the sudden thought Kendry would be uncomfortable and we shouldn't have come, but he merely looked up and said, "Hi, I'm Kendry. I am a little. But that doesn't mean Zale's a daddy.

Julius raised his eyebrows, then started to laugh. "Okay then."

After he left, I said, "Are you sure you're okay being here."

He shrugged. "Perfect." Then he stuffed an entire eggroll into his mouth.

"Kendry, you're going to choke."

He grinned. "I've had much bigger things in my mouth."

Touché.

After eating, we ordered more drinks "Off to the playroom next?"

"Okay. Maybe they have some new books."

"Awesome."

He picked up Alexander, took my hand in his, and off we went.

On the way to THE CELLAR, I met more people I knew. Everyone was polite. Kendry got a lot of positive attention. I felt good. This was my community.

We moved down the hall and made the turn that led us to the daddy and littles room. The crowd had thinned and only a few guys I didn't know stood around drinking and talking. We walked into the playroom. I immediately eyed the reading nook and went in that direction, but Kendry's hand pulled me to an abrupt stop.

I glanced down to see him staring at the couches against the wall. When I followed his gaze I instantly knew the problem. I recognized two of the men as the ones I'd overheard the first day I met Kendry. He had said he probably knew them. Now that was confirmed as they raised their heads at the same time and glanced toward him. They sat side by side. One leaned toward the other, still looking at Kendry, and said something too low for us to hear.

I bent toward him and quietly said, "We don't have to stay."

"It's okay." He looked up at me and his smile filled his whole face. "I don't care. They're my past."

"Are you sure?"

"They're the ones you heard talking about me, right?"

I nodded.

"I didn't realize they knew each other," he said.

"Regulars know each other here."

"Yeah." His voice went low and soft. "I guess."

"We don't have to stay."

Kendry turned, tugging at my hand. "Come on. Let's go look at the books."

"Good idea." I let him lead. It was his choice. I concerned myself with only his happiness.

I realized more as our relationship progressed that my once selfish, younger self had vanished to be replaced by a guy who, while falling in love, had learned that happiness came in different ways. For me, pleasing Kendry and making sure he was satisfied in all ways gave me a high almost as thrilling as sex.

Who knew? Did I feel like more of a daddy because of it? I wasn't all too sure. Maybe? At any rate, here I was in a littles playroom with a little named Kendry I couldn't get enough of.