9. Milo

Chapter 9

Milo

"I'm sticky." But I hadn't been naughty even if Daddy had kept his pants on and mine had come off. "I'm sticky, Daddy."

"We're both sticky." Daddy's face scrunched up and he frowned at his sticky hand. "Daddy didn't plan this well enough."

He was so silly.

"Gotta have wipes, Daddy." They fixed everything.

Sticky hands.

Sticky penises.

Sticky toys.

"Yes, Daddy is starting to realize we need lots and lots of wipes." Huffing, Daddy kissed my cheek. "Okay, hop up. We're going to go get unsticky in the bathroom."

Daddy didn't like being dirty.

He was pretending he was fine but Daddy kept wiggling his fingers.

"I'll help." I could get Daddy unsticky. "I'm a good cleaner."

I was so good I even got off Daddy's lap without letting my sticky penis touch my pants. "Don't touch me, Daddy. You'll make a mess. You can give me more cuddles after we're all clean. You need wipes."

Daddy sighed. "I need wipes in several places, so I'm going to put in an extensive online order tonight. We need lots of wipes and probably a list of things that I haven't thought of."

"You thought of me needing a cup with handles and you knew we didn't need bottles. You even bought me toys." Oh, my toys. "I need?—"

"To get cleaned up before we touch the toys." Daddy wiggled his sticky fingers at me. "The sticky monster will get you otherwise."

"Eww." I squealed and made Daddy laugh. "Sticky monster."

He did a silly laugh like he was a scary scientist in a monster movie and wiggled his fingers at me again.

So I had to be the victim and sound scared.

That made Daddy have to fight off giggles. "The monster is going to stickify you."

"Eek, I gotta save myself because I'm alone with the monster." Daddy thought I was funny as I ran to the bathroom with my penis flopping around. "The water will save me from the monster."

Soap too because Daddy was messy.

Daddy was messy and laughing before I escaped too far, though. "Upstairs so you can get the monster clean and save the day. My bathroom has washcloths."

Yes, I needed that.

"You need soap too, Daddy." Holding my pants so I didn't fall on the stairs, I frowned at Daddy. "Your sticky hand is drying."

Daddy sighed and shrugged. "Wipes."

Yep.

"I'll help you make a list. You've got to have wipes to take care of me. And snacks and stuffed animals and a blanket and maybe diapers." I shrugged. "I can go potty like a big boy but some Daddies like diapers. Some don't. That's okay. Dally says peeing should never be a deal-breaker. He's smart."

Daddy almost fell down the stairs but he saved himself with his not-sticky hand. "He's very smart. Yes. Peeing should never be a deal-breaker."

Daddy was smart too.

"Can I tell Dally that we're going to have a second date? He was worried." I wasn't but Dally had been worried.

"His tummy." Daddy nodded as he finally made it upstairs and didn't fall or die. "Yes, we don't want him to have a funny tummy, so yes, you can tell Dally that I'm your Daddy and we're going to have dates."

Whew.

"That's good." Daddy's bathroom was also good. "It's so big."

Daddy looked down at the front of my pants and nodded. "When it was hard."

" Daddy …" I tried not to laugh but he was too silly and kept smiling.

"You're so cute." Daddy kissed my cheek again. "Come here. Let's get clean and then you can have more cuddles."

"I like cuddles." Daddy did too because he came up behind me when I was at the sink. "You do too."

Because I wiggled my bottom and felt how excited he was.

Daddy snorted. "Yes, I like cuddles too."

He gave my neck a big smacky kiss. "Once we're all clean then I'll show you."

Giggling, I was silly too because I made my face look confused and I wiggled again. "I get to see it?"

Daddy laughed and laughed and kissed my head as he started washing our hands. "You may have anything you want, but I'm very happy with our evening so far."

Hmm.

"Anything?" Daddy said anything but he might not know what that word meant.

Dally's mom didn't know what it meant either.

"Yes." Daddy kissed my head, not looking frowny or confused. "Anything as long as it's not a no on my limits list."

Maybe he did know what it meant.

"Having limits is a good thing." Even Dally understood that and he was stubborn. "We both have limits."

"Yep." Daddy shook the water off my hands before he did his. "Alright, time to dry hands and then we'll work on other sticky bits."

"I've got a bit." He was so funny. "What's on your list, Daddy?"

Daddy's face scrunched up as he turned me around so he could dry my hands. "I remembered to order your cup and toys but not send the lists."

"Yep." Daddy snickered when I gave him his silly word back.

"Well, I'm going to fix that tonight once I get an email from you." Daddy frowned again. "Unless you want me to text it? I could print it out while you're here?"

Did Daddy like papers or did he worry about papers?

"I like lists." I shrugged and wiggled my dry fingers at him to make him laugh. "I like long lists and short lists and happy lists and naughty lists. I like lists anywhere."

Snickering, Daddy kissed my nose. "I don't want to eat green eggs."

Giggling, I made a silly scrunchy face. "Me neither."

But I'd been funny.

"Okay then." Daddy looked happier as he picked up a washcloth out of a pretty basket on the counter like it was a fancy restaurant. "I will text it to you and not worry."

He was so smart.

He was a good Daddy too because he warmed the water before he cleaned me up.

"But okay, my limits. Let me think." Daddy looked like Pooh Bear as he frowned and thought and finally shrugged. "None of my limits seem like they would come into play right now. I don't like pain. I will bottom but it's been a long time since I did that. I don't want to do anything that will make you upset."

Hmm.

"Some people want to get upset?" I was confused but I didn't get distracted even when Daddy tucked me back in my pants and made me look all nice.

"Yes." Daddy didn't like that idea. "I've talked to several subs over the years who…they were looking for scenes that they could cry from. Like watching a sad movie just to make yourself cry? That kind of idea."

Oh, Daddy wouldn't want to make someone sad on purpose.

He was a Daddy.

They didn't like sad boys.

"I don't want to be sad and I won't spank you." I wasn't sure I'd do the other thing either. "I'm happy and I want cuddles and to make you happy."

"Then I think that sounds like a wonderful plan." Daddy tossed the washcloth in a big basket against the wall after only using it one time.

One time.

That'd be lots and lots of quarters.

"Are you ready to cuddle?" When I nodded, he kissed my cheek. "Alright, should we go back downstairs?"

"Yes, we can cuddle and then play." I had to look at my basket again. "Do you want to play too?"

"I would love to play." Daddy took my hand and led me out of the bathroom and down the stairs. "Do you know what you want to play first?"

"Hide and Seek." Daddy had a big house. "I'd win."

Laughing, Daddy tried to look serious. "No. I'd win. I know all the good places."

"But I don't know any of them, so I'll find new ones." I was a good hider and I was really nosy, so that made me a good seeker too. "I want to play books first."

"So after cuddles then I'll read you a book?" Daddy smiled when I nodded big. "That sounds like fun."

Yay.

"I like having fun." And I liked having a Daddy. "Thank you for playing with me."

"You're welcome but playing is part of being a Daddy. It's one of the important parts of it that everyone online seems to agree about." Daddy shrugged. "Everyone sees being a Daddy differently, though."

"Some people are bad Daddies." They just couldn't help it. "I got a good one, though."

Daddy was all mine and that made him smile. "I like the sound of that because I got a good boy."

Kinda.

I giggled. "Most of the time."

Daddy laughed as he sat down in our chair and tried to pull me down. "Come here, silly goose."

Shaking my head, I tried not to laugh. "No. No. No. It's my turn to play and cuddle. You said so."

Daddy cocked his head and looked like a confused puppy. "Technically, that sounds right."

He was so funny.

"What are you—" Daddy was smart too because his eyes went wide when I plopped down between his legs. "You know you don't have to do anything, right? You remember that part?"

Yep, he was a real Daddy…he worried about me.

"Yes." But I wasn't worried. "I don't have to and you don't have to. We can keep our pants on and everyone will be happy. You kept your pants on and were happy but now I want to play. You said I could."

Daddy nodded but he was still being a Daddy. "But you remember that you don't have to, right? We don't play games like this unless it's what we both want, no matter who takes their pants off."

"I remember." Daddy said it lots. "And you didn't ask for anything even when I wiggled."

And I'd wiggled lots.

"But you still want to play with Daddy?" He looked down at his lap and frowned at his penis like it was being naughty. "I can't help it if you make it excited. He's got a mind of his own."

No laughs.

No giggles.

Only serious boys got to have penis playtime.

"He's got a good mind, Daddy." I liked playing. "It's okay."

I was going to have to tell Dally he was right…real Daddies were the ones that worried. I'd just never found a worrier before.

"I would love to play with you but you have to promise you remember that you don't have to."

Yep, a worrier.

I'd found him but he was hard work.

"I remember. And I promise." What else was I supposed to tell him? "And I remember your list. I won't be sad and I won't hurt you. That means no teeth and no…no scary things?"

What could go sad or ouchy?

"Dally's mom said if you're playing with a penis and someone cries, then you're doing it wrong." She was smart. "But don't tell her we heard that. We were supposed to be upstairs while she had an important talk with one of Dally's brothers."

She said they were a handful.

Daddy looked confused but then he nodded. "She's correct under the circumstances. I don't think either of us like pain on our penis."

"No." Just playtime, so I tried to help Daddy's penis escape. "That's on my no-no list. No pain on my penis. But other people do that. Dally does that."

Dally did a lot of things.

Daddy moaned but he nodded. "Yes, Dally seems…adventurous."

"He is." But he was funny and happy and had good manners and he played. "He does lots of stuff."

"We're just going to do the stuff that both of us like and it's okay if we're not as adventurous as Dally." Daddy sighed as I got him free and gave his penis a gentle hug. "Fuck."

He liked that word.

"Naughty Daddy." I was very big and didn't giggle, but smiling was okay. "Playtime."

Daddy had played with me and now I got to play with Daddy, but it was because I wanted to and not because Daddy was nice to me. Even though he had been nice to me. But he might not understand that, so I just gave him a kiss.

Penis kisses.

No giggling.

Some Daddies had weird rules about giggling and penises.

My Daddy didn't seem to have lots of weird rules but I was going to be careful.

We were just going to have kissing playtime and I was going to pretend to be mostly big so he wouldn't worry about new things. He had enough to worry about and I was going to be helpful. Dally always said not to give people worries they didn't need.

Daddy hadn't gotten grumpy yet or made up new rules, so I gave him another kiss and even licked the tip. Daddy was tasty. Daddy was happy. Daddy was naughty.

He cursed again.

Daddy had a potty mouth but he was Daddy, so that was okay.

Hmm.

"Fuck."

Oh, Daddy liked licky kisses.

"Fuck."

Daddy liked being my sucker too.

Lick.

Lick.

"Fuck."

Daddy liked tongue kisses on his penis.

Did Daddy like hugs too?

"Fuck."

Yes, he did.

I got ten more fucks before Daddy groaned and I got my prize.

Ha. Ha. Ha. Fourteen fucks.

I was amazing…and I was the Count of Fucks.

And now I needed books and cuddles and maybe a nap.

"Come here, baby." Daddy knew just what I needed. "Someone needs cuddles."

Daddy was so smart.