13. Brayden

Chapter 13

Brayden

I didn’t like taking days off work, but Daddy Ethan let me watch him work in his shop and that was awesome. I wanted to help make stuff, but with my right hand out of commission, mostly I just played on my phone and admired his ass and his handiwork from a safe distance.

At lunchtime, he took me to one of my favorite delis, and I had a big sandwich with lots of produce so I didn’t have to worry about another dumb salad for dinner.

“Is there anything else you want to get done while we’re out here?” Ethan asked as we were finishing up our lunch.

I sucked the last few drops of Sprite from my cup and eyed him. “Not really. But are we going to see your doctor friend?”

Ethan finished the last of his Coke and then leaned back in the chair across from me. “If you're ready, then yes, we can head over to Tony’s clinic.” He was quick to hold his hand to stop me before I said anything else. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready. I’m not trying to rush you. Just trying to kill two birds with one stone.”

“I’m ready. I don’t wanna make another trip to see the doctor, so let’s do everything at once.”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “When was your last physical?”

I dropped my jaw at the suggestion. “No, not everything. Just what we need to—for now…”

He kept his eyes on me as he slowly nodded. “Okay, but it’s important for healthy boys to see a doctor every year to make sure they stay healthy. Right?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe we’ll make an appointment for…six months from now.”

He laughed. “Why six months?”

I shrugged. “That’s better than today.”

“Indeed it is.” Ethan planted both his hands on the table and looked like he was ready to stand up. “You all set?”

“All set, Daddy.” I gasped and covered my mouth, quickly looking to see if anyone heard me say that. “Sorry. That was an accident.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” He gathered up our trash on the tray and reached for my hand. “I’m not ashamed by our relationship. But it’s okay for you to call me Ethan in public if that makes you feel more comfortable.”

“Um, maybe. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t really know how to do it. Not full-time, anyways.”

He wrapped his hand around my shoulders and held me close to his side. “I haven’t either, so we’ll figure this out together. Whatever works for us is how we’ll do it.”

Dr. Tony was very nice. He told me his boy owned a doggy daycare that was always looking for friends to play with the dogs and take them on walks, so he gave me Jason’s business card to look into it. I’d always wanted a dog, but I’d never lived in a place with a yard. Maybe if I visited with some dogs, I could pretend I had one of my very own.

On Monday afternoon, with new bandages and a stamp of approval from Dr. Tony for how clean we’d been keeping my hand, Ethan dropped me off at home while he made some deliveries to his clients.

I would’ve been happy to stay with him for the whole day, but then I remembered my goal to not be so needy. So, I went home and played video games and colored until he came back later in the evening with dinner.

When Daddy said he was bringing me dinner, I thought that meant takeout, but he actually prepared a casserole at his house and popped it into the oven as soon as he got to my place. While it was baking, Daddy sat with me on the couch and asked me what I wanted to do for the next forty-five minutes.

It was so easy to fall into my Little headspace when Ethan was with me. He just seemed to coax Little Brayden out even without me noticing. “Daddy, play with me? Blocks and crash.”

Daddy smiled and brushed his thumb across my cheekbone. “Daddy would love to play with you. Would you like to get changed first?”

I nodded and dropped to the floor then quickly crawled to my bedroom.

As if this were already a routine for us, Daddy followed and then pulled a diaper and a onesie out of my dresser to change me.

Taking off my regular street clothes was like shedding armor. When I was finally comfy, the only thought in my head was that my Daddy would take care of me. He’d take care of everything.

We played for a little while, and then he served me a delicious eggplant parmesan casserole that he cut into small bites and served to me in a bunny bowl. Even though there were a lot of veggies, it was quite yummy.

The cheese got a little unruly, and by the end of dinner, I was a mess. And sadly, only some of that mess could be blamed on Little Brayden. A tiny bit of Big Brayden had been thinking about how much fun bathtime with Daddy would be, so he might have been trying to orchestrate that.

Daddy cleared the table and came back to me with a wet towel to wash my face. After using every corner of the towel, he stood back with a smile. “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough, sweet boy. How about a bath?”

“Yes, please.” I tried to clap and then remembered my hand hurt, so I had to clap my arm. “Bubbles!”

“All right, sweet boy, then let’s get you cleaned up.” I crawled to the bathroom, then kneeled by the tub as I waited for Daddy to make the next move.

He turned on the shower and used the sprayer to rinse out the tub before he began to fill it with hot water. I sat by and watched, ready to tell him where the bubbles were, but he didn’t ask. He just looked under the cabinet and found them by himself and then poured two capfuls of soap under the water for lots and lots of bubbles. He also pulled out my basket of duckies and tossed them in the water too before turning back to me. “Okay, sweet boy, are you ready to get in?”

“Ready.” I lifted my arms up to him.

Daddy placed his hand under my armpits and lifted me up to my feet. Then he unsnapped my onesie and gently pulled it off over my head. Before releasing the diaper, he placed his hand on the warm bulge in the front to confirm it was wet. “All right, baby. Let’s get you in the water.”

I climbed in and immediately sank down to my neck in suds. I couldn’t even see my duckies, but I felt around with my hands and feet until I found them all and then positioned them in a row. “Look, Daddy, look!” I used my finger to swirl the water so the duckies all swam in a circle. “A whirlpool.”

“That’s right, sweet boy. Your ducks like to swim fast.”

I continued to draw a circle in the water. “Zoom, zoom, zoom.”

Daddy put body wash on a towel and scrubbed my back and neck, then he used a cup to carefully pour water on my hair. Not even a single drop got into my eyes. I continued to play while Daddy massaged shampoo into my hair and rinsed it out before the towel he was using to wash me snuck around to the front of my chest and down to my dick. As he leaned over to wash my thighs and casually skating over my balls, I turned and whispered into his ear, “I’m extra dirty there, Daddy.”

“Are you?” His lips captured mine as he used the towel to tease around my hard cock. It was soft and rough at the same time, and felt so good.

I didn’t want to ruin my bubbles, but I also wanted to keep going until I exploded in his hand. “Yes, Daddy. It’s still not clean yet.” I lay back against the wall of the tub and thrust up into his hand.

“Do you want to come like this, sweet boy? You can shower off after.”

I nodded as my breathing got faster, moving me closer to the moment I loved so much. “Yes, Daddy. Keep doing it.”

He slipped his other hand under the water and teased my hole with the tip of a finger until I spread my knees even wider. Daddy took the invitation, pushing his finger all the way inside me. “Yes, there! In my bottom.”

“I’ve got you, sweet boy. Just enjoy the warm water surrounding you and come for Daddy.”

He pushed a second finger inside me and that was enough. I fucked up so far that I almost slid underwater, but I caught myself just in time to shoot a little fountain of cream straight up. It looked silly, but felt so good.

I wanted to do that during every single bath.

Daddy kept rubbing me for a few minutes before he finally pulled the stopper to let them come and bubble water drain out and then turned on the shower to rinse me off. I was so relaxed when we were done that I couldn’t even stand up by myself.

Luckily, Daddy was strong and didn’t even mind getting wet when he carried me from the tub to my bed. My comforter got a little bit wet, but I wasn’t worried because Daddy knew what to do. He dressed me in a fresh diaper and new pajamas, changed the comforter and then tucked me into bed before choosing three books to read to me.

Once again, it was the best day ever, and we hadn’t even gotten our test results back. After that, Daddy promised to put his big dick in me and coat me with his cream so I could feel him inside me all day long.