We didn’t speak for a while then, Matt still eating his meal while I did the same. I enjoyed his company, his presence, and despite all the things that defined the kind of guy I was, he kept reassuring me that he was enjoying our dinner.
Matt cleared his throat, looking calm and composed. His eyes set on me just when it seemed we were done with our dinner. I didn’t know this for sure, but it seemed he had some questions to ask me.
“You don’t think that that guy is going to come for you again, right?”
“Jack? Oh, no. I don’t think so. You taught him a pretty good lesson, and if anything, he’s going to be thinking twice from now on before picking on someone else, or me.”
“Good,” Matt said. “If he tries anything again, don’t hesitate to call me. Here, I’m going to give you my number and address, if you end up needing them.”
His number and address? Now he was making me think this was a date, even though it couldn’t be. That was how it was with older men like him that lived in small cities like this one. They were always so friendly and ready to trust strangers.
I noted his address on my phone, making sure to include his number. In the meantime, I was still thinking about the ABDL haul that was going to come soon. It was supposed to come when my parents weren’t there, so there was no reason to worry if they were going to find out about it or not.
“You wanna give me your address too?” Matt questioned, making me widen my eyes in surprise. I hadn’t thought he was going to ask for that information.
I still gave him my phone number and address, and then we also added ourselves on Instagram and Facebook. I didn’t have other social media accounts, so he was going to have to content himself with just them.
“So, with the whole Jack thing out of the way, I’ve got to ask,” Matt said, clearing his throat once more as he leaned in. “Do you have a girlfriend, or are you single?”
I opened my mouth, but closed it right away. Of all the things I could have imagined he was going to ask me, that wasn’t one of them. We’d been talking for some minutes and conversing with him was fun, but I still didn’t think we were intimate enough for that.
Matt’s eyes were set on me, and I could see the intensity of the fire that burned in them. That was an important question to him, and he wasn’t going to drop it until he got an answer. Whether it was going to be a positive or a negative one, he was about to find out.
I swallowed down, hard. His question made me feel uncomfortable, but there was still nothing more embarrassing than being a 19-year-old guy that still wore diapers because he couldn’t control his bladder.
I’d assumed, back when I was much younger, that that would change one day, but it didn’t.
Finding it impossible to escape his question, all I could do was to say, “No, sir. I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Hmmm, thought not,” he said, contemplating me as something wild and alien bubbled in his eyes. It was like he was thinking he might have a chance with me and that I was the guy he’d been seeking for a good while, but that couldn’t be.
This conversation was being all kinds of awkward even before making that question, and now it was even more so. All I could do was swallow down hard, my hand holding the fork and forgetting there was a piece of that delicious bacon still on the plate.
“Was there… any reason you wanted to know about that, sir?”
“Nah, I was just making conversation,” he responded, sounding livelier and waving his hand. Phew. I’d thought he was going to use that question to make another that would be just as embarrassing.
Time passed once again, and we were almost done with our dinner. Then, he paid the bill, just as he’d promised he was going to, and we walked out of Denny’s. I had my backpack with me still, the weight reminding me of all the homework I was going to have to do after getting home.
Still, with the coming holidays and the New Year, I was going to be able to forget about them. I was so glad this had been the last day of classes of the year and that I was going to be able to ignore them for some days.
We walked to his pickup truck, and when he opened his mouth again, I wasn’t surprised what his offer was when he made it.
“Do you want me to take you home? I think the next bus might be running late.”
“Yes, sir. I think that would be nice.”
“You think, or are you sure?” He asked, putting his hands on his hips.
I nodded. This time I finally had enough courage to look him in the eye.
He opened the door of his truck, offered me his hand, which I took, and then helped me sit on the seat. I regarded him with wonder as he opened the driver’s side door, sat down, and then turned on the engine and drove.
Talking with him was nice and I learned a lot about him that way. Matt lived all alone, and he didn’t keep any sort of contact with his family anymore. He was the true definition of a hermit. The fact he was a lumberjack and made everyone’s day better by cutting logs for them just accentuated that.
His red-checkered jacket that hid his muscles from my prying eyes, his jeans pants, and his black boots… They all reminded me of his job. His face’s skin wasn’t as smooth as it could be, and every time he smiled, the corner of his eyes made chicken feet-like wrinkles.
His trimmed beard made me feel like jumping on the seat and hugging and kissing him, but I couldn’t do that. When he fastened the seatbelt on, he made sure that I couldn’t move. It was just that tight, keeping me glued to the leather.
It didn’t take him too long to get to my house, and when he dropped me off, I wasn’t surprised when I saw my parents packing their stuff in their bedroom. They were super protective of me, so they’d been trying all the time to make me go with them to my grandparents’ house.
I didn’t feel like going with them, though, just cherishing the fact they were not going to be here for some days. There was still a woman they’d hired – a nanny – to care for me, but even though I was still a baby at heart, I didn’t need her.
I could do my own cooking, take a bath. I was going to be fine without her, even though I had no choice in the matter and she was going to be here one way or another.
Matt didn’t come inside with me as I was hoping he was going to. Even though I was aware he didn’t want to talk to them, I’d still hoped that he would have been able to convince my parents he was the one they needed to hire as my nanny.
I’d be jubilant and jumping around like an idiot if they made that choice. The connection I had with Matt was undeniable, and even though we made no plans to talk after our meeting, I was still hoping he was going to do that.
Chapter 4
Matthew
Iopened the door of the truck, proceeded to the living room, hugging myself while I tried to shield my body from the snow and the cold. The wind wasn’t helping too, blowing so hard the trees were bending. I took one look at the woods behind my house before realizing I wasn’t going to be able to get out the coming morning.
I pushed the door of the living room open and exhaled, flipping up the switch. Having just had dinner, I hurried over to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Looking at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but wonder if I was right about this one thing.
Something that couldn’t be, but which there was some chance of being the case. What if Cody was a little? I didn’t think he was, but the way he kept behaving while having dinner with me… He either had a deep problem with meeting new people and making friends, or he was indeed a little that was keeping himself hidden from other people.
I spat the foam out of my mouth, into the sink. Flushing it with tap water, I splashed some water on my face and then considered taking off my clothes. I shook my head then, deciding not to do that because I didn’t want to pass out because it was too cold.
I loved going to bed just on my underwear, but I couldn’t do that with the temperatures dropping as much as they were. The wind howling outside, the trees bending violently from side to side, all I could do was t
o keep wondering if Cody was a little or not.
Opening the door of my bedroom and glancing around, I took in some of the toys I’d brought with me here from my former home in New York City. They were a part of me that kept remembering me of Keith. I knew I should forget him for good one day, but doing that was easier said than done. Much, much so.
I plopped down on the mattress, my weight heavy enough to make it bounce. My hand snagged my phone from the nightstand, and while cherishing the fact that this time I’d remembered to turn off the bedroom’s light before lying down, I watched the trees outside swaying violently for some seconds.
I reminded myself I was safe and okay inside my house. Nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen, and chances were almost zero of anyone trying to break in when it was this dark and cold.
Pressing the button on the side and turning on the screen of the phone, I loaded up YouTube. There was this ritual I always followed before going to sleep. People on the internet always mentioned that you shouldn’t stare at a screen before trying to get some shut-eye, but in my case, if I didn’t do that, I’d probably have a hard time turning off my mind.
I guessed that was so because there was too much going on in my mind almost all the time.
The first thing I did once I was on YouTube was to search for videos made from littles. I just needed to think there was someone out there, the right guy, looking for a Mister like me. I preferred the term Mister to ‘Daddy’, but that was just me. I’d met some littles that were a bit different in that regard.
There were more videos on the platform than I’d thought there was, and one curious thing I noticed was that most of the influencers included their face in their footage.
I’d thought most of them did otherwise, that they were too afraid to show what their lifestyle was like, but it seemed that most weren’t. Now, just like with all other kinds of peoples, most didn’t record what they did and put it on the internet, so what I was looking at was just a small bubble contained inside an already tiny world. ABDL was still such a rare thing, though more and more people were growing conscious about it.
I watched some of the videos until my eyes noticed one whose little hadn’t recorded his face. The title was something along the lines of ‘ABDL haul’ and I couldn’t help but notice that he kind of looked… rather similar to a person I knew?
Other than the people I knew in New York City, there were also the friends I’d made here in Owens. I knew a considerable number of people, so finding out who was that little was so hard. But he was also so cute, hiding his face like that.
Still, the temptation of discovering if he was someone familiar to me… If that were the case, then we could talk about stuff, about our lives, what he did for fun, what his fears and aspirations were, and that sort of thing.
The phone finished loading up the page, the little beginning to talk. He did sound familiar. I suspected he was Cody, but even though I’d been with him not too long ago, my memory of the tone of his voice was already a little hazy.
I kept watching the video, noticing one more thing: he’d also changed his voice a little through some kind of video editing program. He kept talking about the things he’d bought for himself. His new diapers, bibs, sippy cups, and some toys I was sure he was going to have a pretty happy time with.
That was a little sad, though. I wished he had a Mister like me to buy him all sorts of gifts, and then take him to different places and show to the world the kind of person he was behind his mask. So many people had ill thoughts towards littles like him, and I’d like to prove them wrong.
I’d show them that he was a good boy, deep down there, and that he had a heart of good.
All of sudden, my mind began to register some things about his looks and mannerisms that were a little too familiar to me. I’d seen them before. The way he made hand gestures when explaining stuff, how he chuckled pretty much every time he finished a funny sentence, and that birthmark on the inner part of his wrist… There was no denying it. It had to be Cody.
Now that I was thinking about it again, it all made sense. He kept calling me ‘sir’ when we were dining, and it wasn’t just out of respect. He’d been trying to show me some signs of his littleness to bait me.
He couldn’t know at the time I was a Daddy, but something in his mind told him that it was worth trying to do that nonetheless.
Did I really miss my chance, though? I suspected it was still alive, but I’d have to try to know that for sure. I needed to find a way to bait him out of his shell somehow, coercing him to tell me it was okay to share his secret with me.
I had his profiles on Instagram and Facebook, but I thought it would be too awkward if I just straight up said, ‘Hey, wanna meet up again? I’m a Mister. I know you’re a little, and I’d like to get to know you better. How about going to Denny’s again?’
I was kind of assuming that would probably just scare him off, which meant I needed to be a little more cautious about my approach. Since he had my profiles on those social media websites, I could begin by making some posts that reflected my ‘Daddiness.’
But then that would mean possibly going through the New Year without having Cody in my arms, and that wasn’t even the worst of it. I hated to imagine he was going to have to spend the New Year without someone to show him all the love he deserved.
I got off my bed and took pictures of the toys I had, always including some kind of message with them to make sure other people were going to think that I was going to gift those items to a friend or a family member of mine that had a baby. They were in good condition still, despite the years, and my friends here in Owens knew I had family outside of the city.
I didn’t keep in touch with them anymore, but everyone here didn’t know that, so it was a nonissue.
I finished uploading the posts, with some of the photos containing my face. Even though it was pretty late, the moon rising in the sky, some of my friends liked my photos and commented on them. Most said something along the lines of ‘who’s the baby’ and ‘can I meet him?’ But the interaction I was waiting for didn’t come.
Not until some minutes later.
Cody finally liked all of my photos. He still couldn’t figure out just from them I was a Mister, so I needed to be a little blunter. I didn’t know him well, but one thing about him I knew for sure. He was pretty smart. Smarter than he gave himself credit for, which meant he could figure out the hidden meaning of another message I was preparing for him.
I had some wooden blocks for kids with letters on them, and there were plenty of them scattered all over the bedroom. The room was even colder than before, but I still wore a jacket and a pair of pretty thick pants. I could continue putting my plan into practice without fearing this was going to backfire, or that it was a waste of time.
I rearranged all the blocks until they formed a message – something that was going to make Cody think about it, and approach me on his own. It was the only way to get the truth out of him, if he was courageous enough to take the first step.
Do you want me to be your Daddy?
I took another selfie, with this one featuring the rearranged wooden blocks, and then posted it online. People flooded the photos with comments about how funny and cute the message was, but there was still no interaction from Cody.
And it didn’t come.
Sighing, all I could do then was to turn off my phone and close my eyes. After lying down and pulling as many blankets up to my chin as I could, I closed my eyes, but sleep didn’t come until much later.
My heart was racing. I hadn’t felt this nervous and excited in a pretty long time. Now that I knew Cody was a little, I was sure that life was giving me another chance. One more opportunity to pave the path to love.
I just needed to find out if he was going to take the bait or not. It was a pretty clever message, so if it was going to result in something fruitful or not, I was going to find that out pretty soon.
That night, I dreamed of him and I marrying. Big dre
am, my grandpa would say if he were still alive. I liked him so much. He was the only one that seemed to get me.
In the end, I just knew I wasn’t going to give up. Little by little, I was going to make Cody open up to me, if I felt that he was okay with that, of course.
Chapter 5
Cody
Iwas playing with some action figures when the thought crossed my mind. Of all the things I’d thought I was going to see on his profile, those weren’t what I had in my mind. What was that all about anyway? Did Matthew have a friend that had a baby, or was someone in his family about to give birth?
It was strange. All of sudden, in the middle of the night, he posted those photos. I couldn’t complain about them much, of course. I had a hard-on for him, so I kept admiring those photos for hours.
When I woke up, it was already past eleven in the morning. Way past the time when the nanny came. She was vacuuming the whole house and cooking something for lunch. What it was, I was soon going to find out. The smell was pretty nice, though.
I’d woken up, but she hadn’t come here yet to tell me she was here. My parents already left too, and I had no idea where they were at the moment. Most likely on the road as they headed to their final destination. They were going to have a lot of fun at my grandparents’ house. I didn’t want to go with them, so I decided to stay.
I’d recorded a video showing off the stuff I’d bought online, and I was pretty jubilant for all the responses I got. They all liked the video. Well, not all of them, but enough to make me feel pampered and desired.
I just wished some of those littles lived near here. I’d love to get to meet them one day in person.
But back to the topic of Matt… I had this suspicion, and I kind of didn’t want to think that it might be true. What if he’d posted those photos to show me that he was a Daddy, but wasn’t brave enough to disclose that to me directly?
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