6. Oliver

I was overcome with nerves and excitement as I sat in my car outside Tad"s house. I had so much fun on our coffee date… I mean, he bought me self-defense muffins. He was the sweetest.

I usually struggled with talking to people, especially when we first got to know each other. But Tad was so easy to talk to.

Something about him just felt safe. I wasn't sure if it was because he was also quite nervous and unsure about his life being turned upside down…or if he was just an easy going guy.

After chatting for a bit while we munched on our pastries, we decided tonight at his place would be the best place to meet up. Tad was struggling with his new supply and couldn't fully drain the milk by himself. If he went too long without relief, it could cause blockage, or even worse, an infection.

Just imagining the pain made me shiver. That would be a horrible way to be introduced to the first few days of his new situation.

That thought gave me the push I needed to get out of my car and walk up to his house. Tad needed me to help him.

I went to the door with a bounce in my step, and my worries started to fade as I focused on helping Tad and getting to drink his precious gift from the source. I could feel my Little space creeping up on me at full speed with nothing but warm milk on the brain.

Ugh, this is going to be hard.

I was supposed to be helping Tad learn the basics of chest feeding. I didn"t need Little Ollie distracting me. But somehow, Tad already made me feel like I could just be myself. Not to mention the fact that it didn"t help that he was so hot.

"Hi, Oliver…" Tad pulled the door open as I approached, startling me. "Sorry, I heard your car door close and wanted to come get you."

"Uh, hi… You look fine, I mean… you're fine." I groaned, annoyed that my stupid filter was broken. But how was anyone supposed to think when there was a sexy older man in front of them? Tad was dressed in loose-fitting sweatpants and a tight black tank that looked like it had padding over his chest, showing off his muscles that he no doubt got from working hard.

"So cute." Tad chuckled as he gestured me inside. "I just finished making dinner. Are you hungry?"

My tummy rumbled at the delicious aroma filling the house. "Mm, yes, please. It smells so good."

Once we finished eating, I noticed Tad was subconsciously rubbing his chest. That had to mean he was full, and my mouth watered at the thought.

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my belly. "Dinner was very yummy. Thank you!"

He stood up and started clearing the table. "You"re welcome, boy. I"m glad you enjoyed it."

My face flushed, and I shivered at the pet name.

"Why don"t you go get comfy on the couch while I clean up, and then I"ll come help pick a movie for us to watch while you… Um, you know."

I smiled at his words, knowing they were difficult for him to say. "Mmm, a movie and dessert? I can"t wait."

Tad smiled and blew out a breath as he shook his head before disappearing into the kitchen.

Hoping he was starting to feel more comfortable with what was about to happen, I went to the couch as instructed. My body melted against the soft cushions as I sat down.

He was back a few minutes later. "Is there a particular movie you want to watch?"

I pondered that for a moment, trying to decide what movie would be best as Tad settled on the couch next to me. "Maybe something we"ve both seen before, so we won"t miss out on anything if we…get distracted." My gaze flicked down to his chest, and my tongue peeked out, licking my lips.

"That"s a really good idea." He flipped through the movie channels until he found something he liked. "What about this one?"

My eyes widened at his choice. It was an animated movie about a rat who becomes a chef. "Yes, please. I love this one."

He reached over and ruffled my hair, making me blush. "You're so sweet. Is there anything we need before we get started? I don"t mean to rush you, but I'm getting quite full, and it's starting to get uncomfortable."

I swayed back and forth and hummed thoughtfully. "Oh! Maybe some pillows? They'll be nice if either of us needs the support to get extra comfy."

"Perfect. I"ll start the movie and grab some from my room. Wait here, and I'll be right back."

I got off the couch and stood up just as Tad came back into the room carrying a couple of pillows. Then I took charge in getting us into position. "Why don"t you sit down first? This will be easier if I"m…well, lying across your lap." I wrung my fingers together nervously. "Is…that okay?"

He slowly reached for my hands, stopping my fidgeting as he rubbed his thumb soothingly across my palms. "That"s more than okay, sweetheart. I want both of us to be as comfortable as possible." He let go of my hands, and the loss of contact immediately made me miss the warmth of his touch.

But I didn"t have much time to sulk as he pulled me onto his lap, cradling me against his chest.

My cheek nuzzled his swollen pecs as I breathed in his warm scent, and my body melted against his.

"There you go. Get comfy, sweetheart." His hand slid over my hip in a soothing gesture. "So, how do we start?"

While remaining in his lap, I pulled away slightly to give him some space. It wasn't easy to focus because he just smelled so good, but I remembered what came next. "Um…you should probably take your shirt off."

"Oh. Yeah, that will definitely get in the way."

That made both of us chuckle, easing some of the tension that suddenly filled the space between us.

He removed his shirt, exposing his chest and stomach. His job kept him fit, but he wasn"t cut, so he still had some soft pillows over his hard muscles. Perfect for cuddling.

I lay my head back on his chest with my fingers grazing the soft patch of hair nestled between his pecs. "Mmm, that"s nice." A happy hum escaped me at the feel of his strong fingers as they softly carded through my hair.

His body stiffened as I flicked my finger against one of his hardening nubs. The motion caused beads of pearly white to bubble to the surface in the most inviting way.

I licked my lips and glanced up at him. "Can I drink now?"

He groaned, looking slightly embarrassed by the whole scene. "P-please do. It"s starting to h?—"

His words were choked off as I wasted no time wrapping my lips around his right nipple and flicking the tip with my tongue.

A whimper tore from me when the first burst of warm liquid trickled over my tongue. It took a few tries to find the right rhythm to get a consistent flow, but soon enough, there was a steady stream of sweet milk filling my belly.

Once the initial shock wore off, Tad cupped the back of my head, gently supporting me as I suckled. "Wow. That feels…amazing. I thought my chest was gonna explode, but I already feel so much better." He let out a long sigh as his body was finally able to fully relax.

Warmth bloomed in my chest, and his words erased the rest of my worries as a fuzzy calm started to wash over me. I always enjoyed my sessions with Collin, but something about nursing from Tad was just…different. Better. I felt so small yet so safe in his arms.

I hummed happily around the perky flesh when his fingers soothingly scratched at my scalp. My shoulders shifted in his lap as the flow started to taper off, making me whine. His hand immediately started rubbing circles on my scalp. "Does it taste good, sweetheart?"

A small wet pop sounded as I broke my firm latch. My tongue poked out as I rooted around for his neglected pec. I definitely didn"t feel big right now, and I was reacting purely on instinct. It was amazing. "S'good. Want more, Daddy."

My body tensed, stilling as what I'd just said broke through my hazy thoughts. "I mean, crap… I'm sorry." My eyes widened in panic, afraid I'd scare him off or make him uncomfortable. How could I allow myself to regress when I was supposed to be helping him?

"Shh." Warm, calloused hands cupped my head, guiding me back to his chest. As if he knew exactly what needed to be done, he brushed my lips against his other wet, leaking nipple. "It"s okay, little one. There's plenty more on this side."

His warmth calmed me as I melted into him once again, latching around his tight bud. His milk was so yummy and sweet, it was no wonder I couldn"t keep it together.

"There you go, little one. Just relax and listen, okay?"

I hummed nervously, agreeing to listen as I let the rhythmic suckling soothe me. As I drank, I prepared myself for his words, really hoping I didn"t freak him out.

"I"m not going to lie, sweetheart. When you called me Daddy, it did shock me. But not because I"m upset." He paused for a moment, then cleared his throat. "You shocked me because I am a Daddy who has been looking for my special boy."

I looked up at him in disbelief, trying to calm the tidal wave of hope that settled in my gut. "Do you want to be my Daddy?"

"We'll need to talk more about this later when you"re in a big headspace, but for now, if you'd like, I can be your Daddy while you…train me."

Free milk and a Daddy? I couldn"t believe I was so lucky. Tad wanted to be my Daddy! Maybe it was only temporary, but I was still the luckiest boy in the whole world.

Even though my chest ached with happiness, I whined in frustration, unwilling to give up Daddy's delicious milk, so I nodded slowly, careful not to break the latch.

Tad chuckled, softly ruffling my hair again. "I"ll need verbal consent once you"re done drinking your milk, sweetheart. But you look so precious like this…and god, your mouth feels so good. Especially after days of trying to use that torture device they call a pump."

He started scratching at my scalp again, lulling me back into the familiar fuzzy calm as everything else faded away.