Sugar Mister: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 2)

by Jerry Hastings

  While everyone on the sidewalk watched, I hugged my little and picked him up, his little body lying on them. He had his paci in his mouth now, and looked so cute I couldn’t help but rock him, kiss him and then tell him over and over again how much he meant to me.

  “I’m so glad my life with you is like this,” he said, blushing.

  “And it’s never going to change. Not ever again,” I commented, confirming to him he could just relax.

  I took him to the car, put him in the baby chair, and then drove back home. It didn’t take too long for the crib to arrive. The guys that brought it even mounted it for us, and I gave them a tip for their good work.

  Now our life was going to be complete.

  The End

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  The moment I woke up was the moment I noticed something wrong – too wrong – was going on with me. Oh Jesus, what the fuck was that smell? It seemed to be in the air, in my nostrils, in my lungs, and even in my hands.

  I peed myself while sleeping, and this wasn’t the first time it happened. I needed to do something about this, or else my housemate was going to find out about it and kick me out. I paid for half the rent, but it didn’t really mean anything if he found out I had incontinence problems.

  Sweating quite a bit, I slid off the bed, grabbed the bedsheets, and then opened the door. Realizing I was still wearing my dirty PJs and underwear, I couldn’t help but shake my head at the thought of having to put them to be washed as well.

  Because of these silly, shitty incontinence problems, I’d been having to put so many bed sheets and clothes to be washed in the room downstairs. Bryce didn’t mind it much, but he’d made some questions about it sometimes. Some very inopportune questions I didn’t like answering at that.

  Putting my head on the door of his bedroom, all I could hear was the sound of his loud breathing. Still sleeping, good, and no sign that he was going to snore every night again. Whenever he did that, I just couldn’t sleep. It almost felt like bombs were exploding right in our house.

  I reached the washroom and put the bed sheets into one of the washing machines. It still had enough space for some other things, and so I didn’t turn it on yet. Then, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed my smelly PJs to a white shirt and a pair of jeans, and rushed back with my dirty clothes.

  Turning when I heard someone clearing his throat, my eyes landed on him.

  Bryce was in the doorway, one arm resting on it. His eyes looked serious, like he knew I should have told him something important – that he should know about what was going on with me. And he didn’t have a shirt on too, showing me the perfection of his torso.

  I could see every curve, every line of his build, and they turned me on so much. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do, just opening and closing my mouth, flames flooding my cheeks.

  His nipples looked so big too, and I couldn’t help but stare at them, and then at his face, and then at them again. I was making a fool of myself, and I knew that very well. However, how could I not be doing such a thing with Bryce showing me what his body was like?

  He didn’t know I was gay, and even if he did, he’d probably kick me out of here too. He was a very conservative guy.

  His caramel skin was something of wonder, and even though he was a good 10 years older than me, it still looked so smooth. I felt like touching it now, feeling it with my fingers, running them along his lines, and also basking in the hardness of his muscles. That would be a dream of mine coming true.

  If he learned I jacked off at night while fantasizing about him, he’d kick me out too. It was a wonder I was still in this house. He had so many reasons to expel me from here. He just didn’t know about any of them – not yet anyway.

  And that’s all without mentioning the fur on his chest. He was making me drool over it, wondering if this could be much more than an initial attraction and that I could sleep together with him one day, caressing his chest hair until he fell asleep.

  His arms seemed to be twice the size of mine too, making me wonder what he would feel if he were to pick me up. He’d probably say I weighted like a feather, which wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

  And he’d make me feel so protected and cared for. Though I had to suppress all those thoughts and temptations. Bryce was a good man, a gentle man, and he cared about me, but he would never care for me. If anything, he was going to end up marrying a gorgeous woman pretty soon.

  “Bryce! I didn’t think you were going to get up so early.”

  “Well, with you making so much noise, I had no choice but to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

  Ah, so there it was again. How much he cared about how I was doing. No wonder I loved living with him, despite all the difficulties that came with calling this place my home.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  “No, I guess not,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “And you changed clothes this early in the morning. What happened? That’s not very like you.”

  Not recently, no, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  “Yeah, I don’t like my PJs that much anymore. I’m going to buy some new ones.”

  “Wanna me to go with you?”

  I grinned and responded, “No. no need. I’ll be fine on my own.”

  “You sure? Because last time you came back with a hefty bill to pay, and I think you are still paying it, right?”

  Oh shit. He was right about that. I could always end up spending too much when there wasn’t anyone keeping me in check.

  I blushed. We were approaching some sensitive topics, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be talking about them.

  “Yeah, but I swear this time it’s going to be different,” I answered, punching the air upward to tell him I was determined this time and that, because of that, it was going to be different.

  He chuckled the gentlest chuckle I’d seen in a very long time, making my dick so hard. I was so ready to kiss him here and now. If only he wasn’t straight. If only he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend… maybe then we could be so much more.

  Bryce then checked up on the washing machine that I’d turned on, and padded back to me. “And when do you think you are going to find a job?”

  I rubbed the back of my head. “Well, you know. I’m looking, but it’s difficult, especially since the economic downfall of last year.”

  “Yeah, I suppose it’s hard. But as long as you continue getting enough money for the rent, it’s fine,” he said, now getting out of the washroom and going back to his bedroom. Was he going to finish getting dressed? I sure as hell was hoping he wasn’t.

  Not including a girlfriend, he had pretty much everything a guy his age could want in life. He wasn’t rich. He didn’t need to be. But he had an expensive car, people that loved him, friends, self-esteem, more money than he could spend (for the most part, he was a pretty simple guy), and seemed to get hookups all the time.

  I couldn’t get him out of my system when I closed the door of my bedroom behind me, and thus in a moment pushed down my pants and pair of briefs. Looping my fingers around my cock, I felt how warm and hard it already was.

  I then moved over to the bathroom and checked it out in the reflection. It was so small. I doubted any guy out there would ever wan
t to do anything with me. I was pretty much by myself, wasn’t I?

  Especially with the rise in popularity of getting buffed up, being this skinny was going to do me no good.

  I began to jack off slowly, not wishing to make too much noise because everything was so silent now. Bryce would otherwise pick up the sound and think I was some kind of weirdo for doing this. I knew he did it as well, but guys never think those things of other guys. We don’t remind ourselves of it – and it’s good it’s that way because you never want to shake the same hand that strokes a shaft.

  In no time at all I was cumming in the sink, my whole body shaking. My fantasies involved Bryce grabbing me with force and shoving his monster cock deep into my boypussy. Of course, that was never going to happen, but a guy like me could dream.

  Taking a handful of toilet paper, I cleaned up my gland and then rinsed the sink with hot water to get the cum to flow down the drain, through the small hole.

  I was now finally ready for another day of job hunting, and I hoped this time I was going to find one. I just needed a good interview, a good chance, and I was sure the person on the other side of the desk – there was always a desk – would hire me.

  I needed to stop living in this place while thinking I wasn’t going to do good on my word to continue paying my half of the rent. And most of all, I didn’t want to feel like a burden to Bryce.

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  About the Author

  Jerry Hastings is a passionate gamer, an outspoken lover of his PS4, an advocate for minority rights, and a staunch supporter of the fight against homophobia. Much more than putting words on paper, his stories change people's lives and minds.

  As a writer, his specialty is gay romance. His tales are spicier and more affectionate than those usually found elsewhere. Have your soothing tea ready, because his words will make your heart beat faster than it should.