It's Still Just Us: (Sequel to It's Just Us)

by R. Phoenix

  “Daddy! This is getting mean!”

  “Oh, we’re not done yet, baby. I need to put you in your onesie, so I can get you to bed, after all. Baby boys need their bottles and then get some sleep.” I smirked as I typed out the words, knowing he wasn’t going to like that at all.

  “Sleep??”

  I laughed out loud, wishing I could see the look on his face. “Yeah, sleep. After they are really relaxed, they need to sleep.”

  “I have no words. I never thought you could be that mean.”

  “AFTER you were completely relaxed, baby. Don’t worry. <3 Now stop distracting me.” I looked at the kitchen. It was clean enough. I’d had enough time to cook and leave food for us in the fridge, and I’d taken care of the dishes after. I’d meant to do a more thorough cleaning, but I much preferred the idea of texting my sexy boy.

  “Sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good now.”

  “That’s my baby. Now, you’re in your onesie, ready for bed. I’ll pull back the covers, lay you down and give you your paci until I have the bottle ready. You need to be a good boy and wait for me, until I’m back. Even if it’s hard for you, you need to behave.”

  “I can do that!”

  “I know, baby. And you’ll get a reward for that. Once your bottle is ready, I’ll come to bed to you, hold you close. You’ll start drinking your milk from the bottle, sucking like you suck my cock… And my other hand, the one not holding your bottle, will start caressing you. It’ll move down, inside of your onesie, over your nipples…” It was getting easier to be a little less cautious when he was responding so beautifully to me. I just wished he was here with me so I could see the look on his face.

  “Hmm, I like that. Daddy is so good to me.”

  “Daddy is going to be even better to you, baby.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m playing with your nipples, which are getting harder and harder, and your hips are starting to move, rubbing your cock against the diaper and me. You can’t moan, because you’re still drinking, but I can feel you getting more and more aroused. And I’m not doing any better. I have you in my arms, giving you the bottle, and just you against me is enough to make me lose my mind. But I need my baby to relax, so I’m holding your bottle, even as my hand travels over your stomach, and then further down.” I could imagine it, and my cock pressed more insistently against my pants. I wished he was there so we could try to do just that, so I could feel him beneath my hand and even in my mouth.

  “Don’t stop now, Daddy.” I could practically hear him begging me.

  “I won’t, baby, but it’s me who pleasures you, don’t forget that. You need to keep your hands off yourself, my boy.”

  “God, Daddy. I’m gonna come right on the spot.”

  Even though the idea of him coming in the middle of his classroom because he just couldn’t help himself was hot, I wanted to be the one to make him come. “No, not right now. Let’s save that for later. Do you want me to stop?”

  “Hell, no!!”

  “All right. My hand covers your cock, which is rock hard below the diaper, but I can’t really touch you, of course. Though, the diaper over your cock is an awesome feeling, too, and your breathing speeds up a lot. You’re still my good boy, drinking your milk, keeping your hands away from yourself, even though they’re clutching the covers. You want to come so badly, but you know Daddy is going to take care of you.”

  Was that too much? Would he go for it? Not only the diapers, but the dominance, too? Would he let me take over like this?

  Before I could second guess myself too much, I went on. “I’d rub you until you can’t hold still any longer, until you can’t drink, because you need to come, make your Daddy make you come… but he’s not going to do that yet. Good boys need to finish their bottle, after all.”

  “I’m your good boy, Daddy. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”

  I had my hand in my trousers, gripping my cock, and those words alone were enough to bring me to the edge.

  “That’s really good, baby. You deserve a reward for that. I’m going to open your diaper on one side, so you can still feel it around you, against your perfect, sexy ass and your balls, all ready to come. But my hand fits inside now, and I’m taking you in my fist. Since I made good work with the body lotion earlier, I don’t need lube, but can start stroking you right away. The tip of your cock still touches the diaper, my hand is warm and strong around you…”

  “Daddy, I need to come. I really need to come now!”

  “Do you want me to stop?” I didn’t really want to make him come in the classroom. I knew my baby was probably embarrassed enough over his reactions, and maybe even more so because of what was making him so hard, and I didn’t want to completely humiliate him — even if the idea of making him come just from this was utterly appealing.

  “Hell, no. But I’ll be at home once this lesson is over and I can stand up again.”

  I wished I could stay home until he got there and at least kiss him senseless before leaving, but I didn’t have much time before I had to leave. “Lol, I need to work, little one. But after that, I’m all yours… or you’re mine.”

  “That’s sooooo long!”

  “Sorry, but I need to work…” I wished I was less responsible so I could stay home instead of going, but there was no way I could cancel classes at the last minute like that. I had too many people depending on me to be so irresponsible.

  “I know. But it’s still so long.”

  “My poor baby. But I’m suffering with you.”

  “That’s not helping. Can I get the end or are you going to keep me suffering?”

  “Never. So my hand is wrapped around you and finally, you really can’t drink anymore. Instead, I’m kissing you, holding you close to me as I rub you slowly, bringing you right to the edge of an orgasm. You still have your diaper on. It’s touching your skin, making you feel like you are the most precious thing in the world, and as I tell you how much I love you, you come all over my hand and into the diaper.” If he was there, he really would be coming, whether he was in a diaper or not. I wouldn’t be able to resist touching him, kissing him… tasting him.

  “God.”

  “And then I need to clean you up again… make sure you don’t get to sleep like this… and after that, you’re so relaxed and exhausted, you’re sleeping until morning.”

  “You’re mean, Daddy. So mean. Although, you didn’t describe the second round…”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. He was into this more than I’d thought he’d be. Yet again, I was reminded of both Sean and now Rick telling me that I was going too slow with him. Micah might’ve been young and even inexperienced, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he wanted. I felt a little guilty, like I was taking advantage of that innocence, but he didn’t seem to see it that way — and he was an adult. We’d both been quick to assure my parents of that, but it seemed like I hadn’t believed it myself. “You need to wait until tonight to see that.”

  “It might be better. I’m going to spend the rest of the lecture trying to get myself under control anyway.”

  “Me too. And I got some food for you ready, so I can feed you once I’m home.”

  “You won’t stop teasing me, right?” His text surprised me, but in a good way.

  “No, I’m enjoying this way too much. And you do, too.”

  “Absolutely. I just hate that I’m not at home right now. Because I really need to relax right now… right now.”

  “I know, baby. Soon. Then we can do whatever you need to relax.”

  “I’ll hold you to that. Love you so much, Daddy.”

  I didn’t think there would ever be a time when I didn’t melt at the words. Seeing them, hearing them, always made me feel so warm inside. “I love you too, baby. I need to get a few things ready, if I can leave you alone in class now.”

  “Yeah, it’s nearly over anyway.”

  “Good. Then I distracted you enough. I’ll head to work soon. Going to miss you.�
� As little as I wanted to stop the conversation, I also needed to get ready, and that wasn’t going to happen if I kept standing there texting him.

  “Me too. Thank you for distracting me. You’re simply the best Daddy ever. <3”

  “Now that’s what I love hearing. But you’re the best boy ever, too.”

  “I try, Daddy. <3”

  “I know. And you’re doing absolutely great.” I only hoped he believed me, because he was doing more than great. He was absolutely perfect.

  “Just wait until I get arrested for indecent exposure because I get up and everyone sees me.”

  “Uh, don’t you dare. I don’t want to get you from jail. Then I couldn’t put you to bed like I wanted to.”

  “I’ll try my best, okay?”

  “Thanks, baby.” Not that I thought he’d really end up in jail from any of this, but if he was actually worried… Was he, or was he joking? I couldn’t quite tell for sure.

  “Now go, you need to head to work, right?”

  “I do. I just don’t want to. Love you, baby. See you later.”

  “Love you too. If I don’t get arrested, I’ll wait for you. <3”

  “If you get arrested, I’ll paddle your ass. And not in the fun way.”

  “Well, then I won’t. They’re wrapping up. I need to leave soon.”

  “Me too. Talk to you later.” I didn’t want to wrap up the conversation, but both of us had to go. Still, I was happy we’d gotten to talk, even though I felt a little guilty about distracting him through his entire review session.

  “<3 <3”

  I was still grinning from ear to ear as I got ready for work. Micah hadn’t bailed, and no matter if we really played with the diapers tonight or if we just talked about it, it excited him as much as it did me, so we definitely could try that again.

  Chapter Seven

  Micah

  By the time class was over, I was sporting a semi. I’d gotten used to wearing tighter pants, and so far, it hadn’t been a problem… but right now, I was a little worried about how obvious my partial erection would be to anyone who looked at me. Not that I expected anyone to stare at my crotch, but it was still uncomfortable — and I couldn’t think of a way to excuse sitting down any longer when there was another class waiting to file into the room.

  I gathered my things, wishing I had a messenger bag instead of a backpack, and walked slowly toward the door. No one paid me any attention, which was a relief — and to be expected, really, so I wasn’t sure why I was surprised.

  Besides, even if someone noticed the fact that my cock was pressing so hard against my zipper, would they really comment on it?

  Still, my face burned as I made a break for my car… only to run right into Finn.

  The timing absolutely sucked.

  “Hey!” Finn said, slowing down in front of me. “Long time no see.”

  “Hey,” I replied a little weakly, hoping to make my erection completely wilt in the face of someone I actually knew.

  “Do you want to hang out this weekend? I know you’re probably busy, but I figured I’d ask. I’d love to get to hang out.”

  As usual, his fingernails glittered, this time with red nail polish, and his clothes were tight and form-fitting around a body that had to come from some kind of workout routine. There was no way he had that sort of lean musculature by sitting around eating chocolate alone in his dorm room. It made me feel a little self-conscious, but I’d always been lean — without the muscle, but lean enough.

  I was about to make my excuses when I remembered that I’d made Carter go out with Rick. If he found out I’d passed on an opportunity to hang out with a friend, I’d never hear the end of it. But my friendship with Finn was new, and it was limited to occasional run-ins on campus and a few texts that hadn’t really gone anywhere.

  “I… Sure. What would you like to do?”

  “Bowling,” he said. “We should absolutely go bowling.”

  Bowling.

  I blinked at him. “Seriously?” I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

  “Seriously,” he said with a nod, his eyes sparkling beneath the eye shadow he wore.

  I envied his confidence. I couldn’t wear my makeup out of the house, and even my nails were painted a subtle shade of silver that wouldn’t catch too much attention. I loved the pretty pinks I wore when I was at Carter’s.

  At home.

  The thought thrilled me all over again, and I smiled. “Sure,” I said, finally tuning back into the current conversation again. “I’d like that.”

  “Saturday at… three? It shouldn’t be too busy then,” Finn said, brushing a few of his curls from his face. “They have pizza at the bowling alley. It’s actually pretty good. Beer too.”

  “I don’t really drink,” I told him, my thoughts wandering to the sippy cups and bottles I’d been drinking out of with Carter. There was no way I’d tell someone, even someone who seemed to be as open-minded as Finn, about the fact that I drank out of baby and toddler things instead of big boy cups, or that I liked it that way. I was a little wary he might roll his eyes or mock me, and I thought all over again to how I’d ended up meeting Carter to begin with.

  Finn shrugged. “They also have Coke and stuff,” he said, sounding utterly unbothered. “Anyway, I need to get going. I’ll text you to remind you. Does that sound okay?”

  I nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed at the sheer speed in which this had happened. The only person I’d gone anywhere with was Carter, and that was still relatively new. Before that, I hadn’t done much at all. But I had to try. I didn’t want to be a hypocrite, especially when Carter had come back so relaxed after his time with Rick. “Sounds great,” I told him. “I’ll see you then.”

  Assuming I didn’t back out.

  “Awesome. Bye, Micah!” He wiggled his fingers in a wave to me then ambled off, strutting his stuff like he was perfectly proud of everything he had to offer.

  I envied him. I wanted his confidence. Maybe in time… but for now, I didn’t really have much of it at all.

  I went to my car, still frowning. My encounter with Finn had briefly distracted me from the sexting in class, but now that I was alone again, it all came flooding back. I couldn’t help but blush. Not only had I been sexting, but it had been even more intimate than usual because Carter had brought up diapers.

  I’d known it would only be a matter of time, and I’d expected it. I’d expected it to catch me utterly off guard, but it had felt… natural. Maybe the bottles had opened me up to new experiences, or maybe I was finally getting past the trauma of Carter’s parents catching us right when we were about to try them.

  The thought made a lump rise in my throat, and I felt guilty all over again for what had followed. Not only had Carter had a falling out with his parents, but I’d gotten utterly freaked out about what we’d been about to try.

  He’d been patient with me, and I knew he’d be patient forever if he had to be. If I’d reacted poorly, he would’ve ended the conversation right there.

  But coming from him, as a part of our routine and more, it hadn’t sounded bad at all. It had sounded as soothing as the bottle, but with the promise of an orgasm at his hands from wearing it. Not that I was deprived of orgasms by any means, but it would be something new and different.

  Besides, I only had to try it once.

  If my cock had anything to say, though, it seemed like I’d like it enough to want it more than that.

  The drive home didn’t take long, and I wished Carter was going to be there. I needed to talk to someone about the whole diaper thing, but it wasn’t like I could call Finn and talk to him about it. I hesitated, considering calling Sean, but it felt too personal. I didn’t know the other little well enough. Besides, he was probably at work or just getting home.

  I’d just have to deal with this by myself. I was used to that, but I hadn’t realized how much I’d started to rely on Carter being there to talk to about everything. It was a little lonely when I stepped inside
, but it was easy to feel better when I saw Creamsicle curled up on the couch.

  He froze, looking up at me as I entered, and his tail twitched. He didn’t move, though, and I smiled at him. “Hey, C,” I told him. “Glad to see you out and about.” I wanted to pet him, but that was still asking a little too much of him. Even after he’d bopped Snowflake on the nose and put the dog thoroughly in his place, he was still skittish. He had always been fine with me, but he was in a new place, and I wasn’t going to rush him.

  When I dropped my bag next to the couch, he took off, hiding under the couch, and I sighed. I needed attention from someone, from something, and I was glad I had a big fluffy dog outside who would love to shower me with affection.

  I headed out into the backyard, only to be greeted with doggy kisses. I laughed, trying to fend them off, and he ended up dropping to his back on the grass, baring his belly to me. Rolling my eyes, I scratched his stomach until his leg tapped the ground. He always lifted my mood and cleared my head, and by the time I headed inside, I felt much more centered.

  But the thought of the diapers still hadn’t left my mind. I couldn’t get rid of the images Daddy had planted in my head, of the feelings his words had woken inside of me. Where there’d been curiosity before, now there was more… I wanted to know.

  I went to the nursery, finding where the diapers had been stashed, and I gingerly pulled out a pair. I held it against me, the pretty pink pattern alluring even from just a glance, and I considered putting it on — just to see what it felt like. Part of me wanted Carter to dress me in one for the first time, but another part of me wanted him to come home to see me like this. Besides, it would give me the chance to panic in silence if I didn’t like it.

  Decision made, I wriggled out of my pants and panties, letting them drop to the floor while I sat down to carefully, awkwardly, fit the diaper on. It felt strange immediately, and the crinkling sound it made was even more bizarre. I touched the front of it, finding that my cock was half-hard again.