3. Aaron

Chapter 3

Aaron

This workout might be an introduction to Rafa’s services as a personal trainer, but I’ll be honest – to me it feels more like something I’d fantasize over late at night when I’m all alone in my bed.

Rafa’s strong, sculpted body.

His handsome cock-hardening face.

Those firm but sensual hands as he puts me in my stretch poses…

But the craziest thing about all this is that I think Rafa actually really, really likes me.

I’m not making it up in my head, I’ve been flirted with by plenty of men in the past. Okay, maybe no one as hot as Rafa. But plenty of men have wanted my body to devour.

Being desired by Rafa is different though. Not only is he the perfect physical package, but he’s rich, successful, and… young .

I don’t know if he’s a Daddy for sure, but the way he looked over at Torben and immediately seemed totally chill about it spoke volumes.

Rafa knew that Torben was a special stuffie.

And if Rafa knew that, then it stands to reason that he’s either very close to someone who is a Little, or is a Daddy himself – and judging by the way his supple hands are stretching my hamstrings right now, I think I know which…

‘How does that feel?’ Rafa says, his soulful eyes staring right into me and making me feel like I could melt. ‘Not too tight? You just let me know.’

‘No, it feels good,’ I reply, trying to sound cool and nonchalant but really not doing a good job of it at all. ‘I think I can get my leg up higher though.’

‘I bet you can,’ Rafa says, flashing his perfect teeth as he smiles at me. ‘I think I could put you in a whole heap of positions.’

I giggle. It’s a small giggle at first but soon it becomes temporarily uncontrollable.

Rafa’s having the kind of effect on me that so few people do.

He’s making me go giddy, he’s making me stumble over my words, and most of all… Rafa’s making me feel like I want nothing more than to regress in age right here and now and submit to being looked after by him.

‘I’ll take that as… well, I don’t know what I’ll take that as,’ Rafa says, letting go of my legs and standing up. ‘Come on, up you get.’

I haul my butt off the ground and find myself immediately captured by Rafa’s warm, soulful stare. But there’s something going on behind those eyes too.

Rafa wants to do bad things to me.

But the good kind of bad, if you know what I mean.

If he told me to bend over right now, I’d do it. In fact, there’s probably a list of at least two hundred sexual acts that if Rafa commanded me to do right now that I would gladly throw myself into.

However, maybe it’s just not meant to be…

‘That was a good first session,’ Rafa says, typing something onto his phone. ‘You’ve got potential. Like, a lot of potential. You’ve got a great body already, but I think it’s cool that you want to look after your health and do some exercise too. So… I’ll message you with a suggested training plan?’

Message me a picture of your rock-hard cock, please. I mean, I know I’m supposed be really into this personal training idea, but right now all I want to do train my mouth to fit in that huge bulge at the front of Rafa’s training shorts.

Oh wait, I need to answer him…

‘Yeah, that sounds perfect,’ I say, my mind spinning with images of Rafa naked and oiled up, ready to have his wicked way with me – preferably after giving me a good, hard spanking as punishment for having so many naughty thoughts about him.

‘Cool, I’ll see myself out, boy,’ Rafa says, a smile on his face. ‘You be good now.’

I’m speechless.

Should I be offended that he called me boy? If it was someone else, I might be. But that didn’t feel weird or like it was crossing a line at all.

It felt like Rafa was testing the ground, seeing exactly who I am and how my mind works. And right now the fact that I’m standing here, unable to get my words and with a big dopey grin must be speaking volumes.

I just about manage to wave goodbye as Rafa turns around for one last look at me before he shuts my apartment door.

‘O… M… G…,’ I say, breathless. ‘Torben, what the hell just happened?’

I look down at my shorts and my bulge is pretty obvious. But if Rafa did notice my excitement, he clearly wasn’t offended. He probably gets that a lot, what with being such a perfect, dreamy personal trainer.

Anyway, I can’t stand around for too much longer.

I need to shower and get ready for a date.

Except this isn’t a romantic date, it’s something just as good… a playdate with my Little friends at The Fluffy Diaper club.

‘The Little Diaper please,’ I say as I step into the cab. ‘You know it?’

‘Sure do, kid,’ the cab driver responds, a warm smile on his face. ‘I’ll have you there before you know it.’

This is a ritual I go through each time with my regular cab driver. He’s the best. Not only is he totally cool with the whole Little thing, but he’s just about the fastest cab driver in the whole city.

As the cab whips and whizzes around the city’s evening traffic, I’m on YoungDaddies.com. There has been plenty of interest coming my way, but my attention has only really been focused on one person. And he goes by the name of AceDaddy28.

We’ve been exchanging photos, talking – and by talking, I mean seriously flirting. I haven’t seen his face yet on account of him wanting to maintain privacy, which I totally understand. That’s cool, he hasn’t seen my face either, even though he’s seen plenty of my body hehe.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll have us out of this traffic in two shakes of a boy’s tail,’ the driver says, looking in his rearview mirror and winking at me. ‘You have fun on that app of yours!’

DiaperBoy42: So…guess who’s wearing a fluffy pure-white diaper tonight?

AceDaddy28: Ha! I’m guessing you are, baby boy.

DiaperBoy42: I wish you could change me. Maybe powder my peachy butt…

AceDaddy28: Grrrrrrrrrr. I want do more than powder that butt. Speaking of butts…

DiaperBoy42: OMG are you about to send me a pic of your buns of steel?

AceDaddy28: Not quite. Sorry, I have to confess to something.

DiaperBoy42: Oh no, I don’t like the sound of this

AceDaddy28: I’ve kind of met someone… In real life.

DiaperBoy42:

AceDaddy28: Sorry….

This isn’t good. Actually, it’s way worse than not good. This totally sucks. But I understand it too. I’ve been flirting with AceDaddy28 on the app and it’s been fun, but nothing beats a personal real life connection.

I mean, I’ve just had the same with…

No, it couldn’t be… could it?

It’s a small chance, but I need to find out…

DiaperBoy42: The boy you met didn’t happen to be sweet, chubby, and live at Regal Rose Apartments, did he?

AceDaddy28: Wait… what?

DiaperBoy42: Uh-huh ;)

AceDaddy28: Really? Now this is… interesting.

DiaperBoy42: Was it as hot for you as it was for me?

AceDaddy28: HOTTER.

DiaperBoy42: I doubt that. Do you want to…

AceDaddy28: I do, baby boy. I want to do everything . But how about we start with a date?

DiaperBoy42: It could get complicated?

AceDaddy28: It already has. But screw it. We both want this.

‘We’re here kid!’ the cab driver yells at the top of this voice, clearly impatient to get onto his next fare. ‘Eyes off that screen and move that little butt of yours!’

I can’t believe what’s happening.

I’m in a total daze.

I pay the cab driver and step out onto the sidewalk. Did I just arrange to go on a date with Rafa?

Rafa is the Daddy of my dreams, I think.

Just wait until my friends hear all about this…

The Fluffy Diaper is my favorite place in the city. Open from morning until late, it’s a specialist Littles and Daddies club where everyone who is part of that life can come and simply be themselves.

With fresh, pastel-colored walls and a variety of rooms to cater for all needs a Little could possibly have, The Fluffy Diaper is worth every penny of the membership.

Even better, the owners of The Fluffy Diaper are a group of rich Daddies who have made the membership as cheap as possible so that all Littles can come and have fun, no matter if they’re rich or have less money.

My favorite room is the feeding and nap room, and that’s where I’m headed right now – but first I need to change into my diaper and romper.

‘Hey guys!’ I say, already feeling like I’m regressing as I toddle into the room in my avocado-patterned romper with my dry and extra-puffy diaper on underneath.

‘Hi Aaron!’ both Toby and Nick say at the same time, the pair of them lying on the floor patiently waiting to be delivered their milk bottles.

Toby and Nick are a similar age to me and the three of us make quite the team.

Toby’s a private equity investor with salt and pepper hair and a quick wit who’s never afraid of showing off his chubby body and strong arms.

Nick’s a TV producer who works hard and has the squishiest butt in all of New York City.

How the hell are all three of us still single? It beats me.

But maybe my time as a single Little is coming to an end, and I can’t wait to spill the tea – or should that be milk?

With the sound of Little Bo Peep Has Lost Her Sheep playing over the speaker system, I lie on the soft, thick rug next to Toby and Nick and smile…

‘I think… I might have met my Daddy,’ I say, unable to contain my excitement for a single second longer.

‘ Whaaaaaaaaa ?’ Toby says, his eyes lighting up with delight. ‘More! More! Say more!’

‘And don’t hold back a single detail!’ Nick adds, kicking his legs in the air in excitement.

‘Okay, okay, I won’t,’ I say, my cheeks flushing red as my mind gathers all the thoughts I can about Rafa. ‘Well, he’s younger …’

‘OMG! OMG!’ Nick and Toby say in unison.

‘Has he spanked you yet?’ Nick says, hiding his face behind his hands.

‘Have you seen his big Daddy dick?’ Toby squeals, mischief in his voice and a look of pure thirst on his face.

‘Guys! Guys! We haven’t been on a date yet,’ I say, knowing full well that Nick and Toby aren’t going to be happy until I’ve told them about every single moment of our training session. ‘But Rafa was the Daddy I’ve been flirting with on YoungDaddies.com. I think he might be something special.’

At this point, Miss Penny walks over and gives us each our bottles of milk for feeding time. Miss Penny is in her fifties and is the perfect nurse, friend, and confidante for all the Littles at The Fluffy Diaper.

With her warm smile and sparkly blue eyes, Miss Penny also knows when her babies are misbehaving too…

‘Let’s try and keep the conversation clean too,’ Miss Penny says. ‘Talking about big Daddy dicks is something for the rumpus room, not here. Okay?’

‘Yes Miss Penny,’ we all reply, sucking down our milk as fast as we can.

In fact, we’re all so into our milk that we’re not even talking at this point. There’s something so good about the wholesome, soothing effect of sucking down a full bottle of milk.

But as good as it tastes, I know that it could be even better if I was lying in Rafa’s strong, muscular lap as I sucked and slurped the creamy white stuff down.

With all three milk bottles resting next to us as we lie on the floor and look up to the beautifully stenciled ceiling above us, I think I know what Toby is about to ask…

‘How far will you go on a first da-’

‘I’ll answer, but first I think I need changing!’ I giggle, the sensation of my diaper rapidly filling with warm pee-pee proving impossible to ignore.

‘No fair, I want to know!’ Toby says, kicking his feet on the soft floor.

‘I promise I’ll say, but I really do need a change,’ I say, squirming and giggling to get Miss Penny’s attention. ‘My wet bottom need changey !’

‘Okay darling baby, Miss Penny’s here,’ Miss Penny says, her warm smile making me feel all safe and secure as she leads me over to the changing mat. ‘And while I’m changing you, you can tell me all about this Rafa. He sounds like quite the catch!’

‘Yes Miss Penny,’ I say, lying on the changing mat and feeling totally relaxed as Miss Penny pops open my romper and unhooks my diaper. ‘Oooh, cool air!’

Miss Penny smiles.

‘I think you three little ones are ready for nap time,’ Miss Penny says, expertly cleaning my private parts and applying a generous amount of powder to freshen me up. ‘Daddy talk and a bottle of milk will do that. You can tell me about your young Daddy when it’s wakey-wakey time.’

I can’t wait to doze off and have a good nap.

Nothing feels better than a fresh diaper, a tummy full of milk, and a nursery rhyme playing in the background.

But if I can dream about Rafa too, it might just make it the best naptime ever…