6. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Marcel

I had dreaded the day I’d have to enter Elion’s playroom. It was inevitable, especially considering I had a new little. My heart ached, but there was no denying Ralphie helped ease the pain when I saw it again.

What did that mean?

It means it’s time for you to move on, Daddy.

But I don’t want to forget you.

You won’t, but I want you to be happy and Ralphie makes you happy.

I don’t know if I can.

Do you love that sweet boy beside you?

I glanced at Ralphie. Yes.

Then, Daddy, it’s time. Let me go but always remember.

I’ll always love you, Elion.

And I love you, too, Daddy.

Was that goodbye?

“Are you okay, Daddy?” My sweet boy’s concerned blue eyes met mine and I kissed his forehead.

“With you by my side, I will always be.” Ralphie preened at my heartfelt words.

We proceeded to strip down to our boxers, though I could’ve slipped into one of my swimsuits, but I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable not being in one of his own. The mental list in my head of things he’d need to have here grew by the minute and I was excited to do the shopping for it.

“Here you go,” I slid the floaties onto his arms. Ralphie had no idea how cute he was as he cannonballed into the pool. Well, kind of in an awkward way.

“Come on, Daddy, it feels great.”

I’d never been one for diving in and instead used the stairs and met him in the middle. I’d likely dislocate at hip at this juncture of my life. “Is it warm enough for you?”

“It feels really good. Now I need to try the jacuzzi.”

Ralphie half swam, half floated toward the stairs in his own adorable way and waddled over to the jacuzzi once he got out.

“Ah, this feels great. Is it okay to go back and forth, Daddy?”

“From the pool to the jacuzzi?” He nodded. “Absolutely.” I swam a few laps, checking up on Ralphie between them. His giggles echoed through the enclosed room. He was having the time of his life. There was no denying he was exactly what this house and my life needed.

“Daddy, I’m all pruney.” Ralphie wiggled his fingers at me.

“Meet me at the towel warmer.” I got out first and dried off, then slipped out of my boxers and into my robe before he waddled over. I dried my sweet boy off and wrapped him in a warm robe.

“Mmm,” he moaned and wrapped his arms around himself. “Towel warmers are the best.”

“Indeed, they are and I’m glad I’d splurged on them. Slip out of your boxers and I’ll wash them for you.”

“You spoil me, Daddy.”

“That’s the plan. That’s what a real Daddy does for his boy.”

“Can we stay in our robes and watch a movie?”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” I tossed our boxers along with a load of laundry I had to do into the washer and met him in the family room. He had both his stuffies and had set them up on the couch to watch the movie with us.

“There, Daddy. Now Howie and Snowy can watch, too.” He was so proud of himself. This boy and his big heart were quickly consuming my world.

“That was very thoughtful of you to include your friends. Let’s get cuddled up and choose a show.” I reached for the remote and my robe fell open, and my boy burst into a fit of giggles. Not sure that was a good thing. “What’s so funny?”

“Daddy, your winky monster is peeking out.”

“Oh my,” I righted my robe, but this felt like the opportune moment to address that part of our relationship we had yet to tackle. “Sorry about that, but that brings up a personal subject to discuss. Sex.”

Ralphie’s face pulled into a pout. “You don’t want to have sex with me, huh?”

Where did that boy pull that absurd notion from? “What on earth gave you that idea?”

“Well, all the other Daddies wanted it right away, but you haven’t tried.”

“Ralphie, I haven’t tried because to me it was more important to build a strong foundation for us first, which I believe we are. Do you understand what that means?”

“Kinda. I think. What do you think it means?”

Way to skirt around not understanding, though I didn’t call him out on it. “We’re not playing, little one. I’m your forever Daddy.”

“Like boyfriends?”

“Yes, exactly like boyfriends and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yay! I have a boyfriend Daddy!” Ralphie bounced around and somehow ended up on top of me. “Does that mean we can kiss now?”

“We have kissed, once.”

“Yes and I liked it, but I want more special kisses.”

“Special kisses?” That could mean many things. Best to clear this right up.

He scooted up so we were face to face. I tried not to move as his cock brushed mine.

Ralphie hands cupped my face. “Like this, Daddy.” He pressed his lips to mine once, twice, then his tongue poked out. Once I grasped what he meant, mine met his in a long-awaited dance.

Kissing.

One of the many things I missed since... Now was not the time to think of another.

As Ralphie drew back, his eyes slowly opened. Those pouty lips of his were kiss swollen and I snagged another kiss. “Just like that, Daddy.”

“Sweetheart, you can special kiss me anytime.”

“Yes, special kisses are good.”

There were other special kisses I’d like to treat him to if he’d allow.

“Daddy,” he ground his erection against me as we kissed some more, both turned on which was a good sign. I figured mine may never work again and was happy to see otherwise.

“Both our winkies are awake.”

“Yes,” I gasped as the head of his cock brushed mine. “Yes.” I was a well-educated man yet in that moment the English language escaped me.

“He-he.” I opened my eyes to find a smiling face staring back at me. “Daddy looks all dreamy-eyed.”

“Silly boy.” I flipped him over, beyond thankful I’d opted for the larger chaise on this couch, or we’d have wound up on the floor. I then proceeded to tickle my boy. “Teasing your Daddy. How naughty of you.” Ralphie giggled and squealed when my hand brushed his cock. “Do you want Daddy to touch you here?” I skimmed a fingertip along the shaft.

“Yes, please.”

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave it a gentle tug. “Like this?”

“More, please.”

Even in the throes of pleasure my boy was polite. He writhed and moaned beneath me as I stroked him. My own cock, though it once lay dormant, was now full of life and begging to be touched. Pleasuring this sweet boy was an aphrodisiac like no other. Every gasp, every moan shot straight through me.

“Sweet boy, may Daddy taste you?” His eyes flew open, and I thought it was over.

“You-you really want to do that?”

Had no other ever taken the time to pleasure this boy? To cherish his flesh and bring him such pleasure? The list of things I’d like to do to those who came before me grew as angry thoughts flooded my head.

“I would love nothing more right now than to taste you.”

“I think I’d like that, Daddy. Thank you.”

He watched my every move as I spread his legs and took my place between them. “What are your safewords, Ralphie?”

Blink-blink.

Those Daddies were in for a rude awakening when I found them. Not if, but when.

“You know what those are, right?”

“Yes, Tessy taught me, but I’ve never been asked for them. She said stoplights are the easiest ones to use.”

“Tess is wise and I’m glad she watches out for you. If at any time you want me to stop, just say red and I will.”

“Will you be mad at me, Daddy?”

“The only time I would ever be upset was if I found out later you didn’t use your safewords when you really wanted me to stop. No means no, Ralphie, and I adhere to that without question.”

“I promise to use them if I want you to stop.”

“Good boy.” Ralphie grinned and I added praise to the list of kinks to repeat with him.

I kissed his ticklish tummy as I worked my way down. I had a few tricks up my sleeve to test and see what else he may like. I’d forgotten how much fun it was to explore a new lover and learn what aroused them.

My lips pressed to tip of his cock and my tongue swiped the pearly drops that bubbled over. But I wanted more. So much more with this amazing boy I was quickly falling head over heels for. I trailed my tongue along his shaft and over his perineum, my eyes on his as I gauged his reactions. I’d stop in a moment if he no longer appeared to enjoy anything I did.

I bent his knees back then feverishly licked and speared his hole. “Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy,” he breathlessly chanted.

As soon as I’d worked him open enough to slide a finger in, I focused on his cock, drawing it in and taking it to the back of my throat while he rode my finger. When I’d found his sweet spot, Ralphie arched up and released with a gasp and I swallowed every last drop.

His eyes were half-lidded as he caught his breath. “Daddy, your turn.”

“I’ve got this, sweet boy.” I took my aching cock in hand and stroked. My eyes never left his as I brought myself to the apex and marked his glorious skin with my come. “Give me a moment, sweetheart, to catch my breath then I’ll clean you.”

As I rose, I fixed my robe and gazed down at Ralphie. The sweet boy had a blissful look on his sleepy face and it hit me right in the solar plexus. I wasn’t falling for this sweet boy. I’d already fallen, hard, and fast.

I used a baby wipe and cleaned him up then tossed it away before I slid in place behind him and covered us with the fluffy blanket I kept on the back of the couch. We napped, the movie long since forgotten but the memory of what we’d just shared one I’d reflect upon for all my days.

The growling stomach protesting beside me, followed by giggles woke me. I opened my eyes to find the dear boy staring at me.

“I’m hungry, Daddy.”

“So I hear. Give me a moment to fully wake and I’ll make dinner.”

“I can help.” Before I asked if he meant dinner, when I already knew he couldn’t cook, he reached down and fondled my nuts.

“That’s only going to serve to slow dinner down, love.”

More giggles. “I know, Daddy, but you got to touch me earlier and I didn’t get to explore.” Slowly, tentatively, his fingers glided along my shaft and around the head. Having just come, well, whatever time that was, much to my surprise my cock reawakened.

“Winky’s awake. Now can we have dinner.”

I sighed. “Yes, just, um, give me another moment to collect myself.” This boy would be the death of me. “The more you touch it, the harder, ahem, it will be to prepare our food, sir.”

“Okay, Daddy.” He did his best to tuck it away but given the current position I was in and the fact that I was now fully erect, that was no simple task. “It won’t go back into its hidey place.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” I rolled my eyes for effect, eliciting more of his rosy laughter.“Hmm, someone has a bit of a naughty side.”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ and hopped off the couch. “I just like my new toy.”

And now I was a plaything. Which, in hindsight, wasn’t a bad thing to be.

I willed myself to leave the playful imp’s side in search of sustenance. Thankfully I’d had the forethought to defrost a couple of chicken breasts to add to pasta primavera for us.

“Whatcha doin’?” Ralphie asked as he followed me outside.

“I prefer my chicken grilled so I’m warming it up.” The outside cook space was covered, though the sides were open for ventilation, so it was cold in the space. I turned on the propane and pressed the ignition to light the fire beneath the burners. “Voila. We have heat.”

“Brr, Daddy, I need slippers.”

“Yes, you do. Let’s get you back inside.”

Ralphie stood nearby as I seasoned the chicken and set the water to boil for the pasta. When I returned from putting the chicken on the grill, Ralphie was steadily rinsing the vegetables I took out.

“I helped, Daddy.”

“Yes, you did. You’re such a good boy. Thank you.” I kissed top of his head as I stood beside him and began chopping the vegetables. “Why don’t you set the table, love. Plates, silverware, napkins. Poke around and familiarize yourself with Daddy’s kitchen.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The pasta was boiling, the chicken was cooking, and the veggies were being chopped. Dinner would be ready in no time, and it was so much fun to have him around while I cooked. The loneliness I’d felt for far too long had nearly dissipated and the ice surrounding my heart had melted away.

I was whole once again.

“Yum, Daddy. That was nummy, nummy, in my tummy,” Ralphie sang as we cleaned up after dinner.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Daddy, tell me more about Elion. I think we would’ve been best friends.”

“You’re probably right. He was a truly gifted dancer. We met one night at an after party. He’d just come off stage and he was full of adrenaline. Elion was beautiful inside and out with a fierce Latino temper to match. Boy, when he went off in Spanish you better look out.” I laughed at the fond memories. “I’d witnessed him put more than one hater in their place. Quick-witted, intelligent, emotionally neglected before I came along. He put on a front, played the role of the charmer but behind the scenes he longed for something more. He’d never heard of pet play nor littles so one night I took him to the club. Much like you, he was drawn to the littles and he sat and played with them until closing. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.”

“You do the same with me,” Ralphie blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“You’re correct, in some ways you remind me of him. From there we worked playtime into his overflowing schedule where and when we could. I’d travel with him then at night when we returned to our hotel room, he’d slide right into his little side to unwind. When he tore his Achilles and could no longer perform as he once had, it broke him. I did my best to soothe him, implementing more playtime. He could no longer crawl around and play cars so I had that elevated play table on wheels you saw in his room built for him and the special chair beside it. It adjusted so I could lift it to roll over his foot brace then lower it over his lap so he could play. He’d been healed only a short while before the headaches began.”

“He sounds amazing, Daddy.”

“He was, as are you. I love you, sweet boy.”