by Laurie Lochs
My eyes burned. A tear slipped down my cheek and fell onto my collar. But I didn’t wipe it away. I didn’t want to hear what Mark said. It was time to leave.
Suddenly, a wave of realization flashed across Mark’s face. At once I knew he’d seen my tears. But I couldn’t handle it, not now. Not when I’d been verbally assaulted by Matt, his best friend who thought I was too young to start my career. Tossing my little backpack over my shoulder, I sprinted to the bathroom and threw open the door. I didn’t care if he left or followed me down the hall. All I wanted to do was get out of here, to leave this stupid florescent office behind and go back to Ma. I needed to make sure she was okay and that she wasn’t eating brown sugar or those baklava squares we bought few weeks ago that she hasn’t been able to touch since the bad news.
I burst into the bathroom and headed straight for the stalls. Tears ran down my face like rain. I couldn’t believe he was here and that he wanted to ruin my life again. It was unmistakable, the look that flashed across his face the second he saw my tears. Pity. Abject pity. He didn’t view me as a person but as someone incapable of fending for himself.
I was a child. A pathetic, starry-eyed child who men felt bad for, never loved.
I’d done little more than curl up in one of the stalls when Mark suddenly burst into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. One, two, three. I counted his steps. A shadow loomed under the door. He was in front of the stall.
“Kyle?”
My heart raced. I silently wiped my nose with a square of tissue paper and said nothing.
“Kyle,” he repeated, this time in a softer voice. He knocked again.
I refused to speak.
This time, Mark snapped. “Kyle, get out here right now. I’m driving you home.”
“B-But I can’t,” I whispered, wiping my eyes. “Ma is having her afternoon nap.”
“Then I’m taking you to my home,” Mark said, shaking the stall door. “This has gone on long enough. Wipe your eyes and get in my car.”
“Why should I?” I whispered, struggling to separate my feet from the floor. The tiles melted into each other as if my tears had changed the material makeup of the room. “Why should I go with you, Mark? So you can pity me even more?”
“Pity you?” Mark asked, his voice soft. “Please explain.”
“Pity me,” I snapped, now angry. “Like you did three weeks ago when I spent the night. Or when you took me out to lunch all those times. I may have been too blind then, Mark — but not anymore. You’re just like every other fucking man I’ve ever loved in my life. You want to be the one to save me. But you don’t want to see me fly.”
Mar said nothing. Fuck. Did I just say I loved him? “That’s not true, baby boy.”
“Oh, right,” I said, spitting the words out like venom. “If that’s the case, then why didn’t you say anything when you ran into me in the break room? You let me think this, Mark. You could have stopped everything with one fucking word.”
“Kyle,” Mark said, his voice wrought. “If you don’t remember, you’re the one who left without an explanation. I had five dozen waffles ready to go and you left.”
“B-Because you didn’t want me there,” I said, pressing my thighs together to stop them from shaking. “You might have said you did but you were lying. You weren’t telling the truth.”
“Baby boy,” Mark said, pushing the door. But it still wouldn’t open. “That couldn’t be further from the truth. That Friday was the most magical night I’d had in a long time. Maybe even in my life. After the afternoon we spent together, how could you ever think I pitied you? If anything, I’m fucking terrified you’ll become my competition.”
“Oh, sure,” I said sarcastically. Except this time my voice cracked, betraying the vulnerability beneath the ice.
“I’m serious. I haven’t seen a boy like you in my life. You’re going to at the top, little one. You’re a little at home — and I know this, so please don’t deny it — but you’re going to be the most ferocious professional the second they turn you loose.”
I said nothing. I didn’t want to believe him. And yet… Well, something about his words made sense. I was definitely a submissive in the bedroom and I’d loved when he put a pacifier in my mouth. But I just couldn’t believe he thought I would be a good real estate agent, let alone a “ferocious” one. I couldn’t believe that at all.
His words raised a second concern, as well. If he was telling the truth, I was at an impasse. I could either cling onto the bitterness and resentment I’d felt for the past few weeks and refuse to face the new evidence he’d brought to the table that let me know I was sorely mistaken… Or I could lean into Mark’s embrace and relegate any fantasies I had of “doing it on my own” to the back burner. But this would involve trusting Mark, believing him, and feeling in my soul that he hadn’t meant to hurt me… I’d have to take a leap of faith and jump into his arms.
I didn’t know if I wanted to do this. To stall for time, I decided to open the stall door… And Mark immediately pushed it open. He got to his knees and kissed my cock through the dress pants, running his tongue over the length and gripping my ass with his hands. "Yes, baby," he said, inhaling my scent through the fabric. "You don't know how much I've been missing this the past three weeks.”
“Mark,” I gasped when we parted, clutching his shoulders. His words meant everything. I already knew the decision I had to make.
“Shh,” he whispered, coming in for another kiss. This time, I let it happen. Come to me, his lips said, let me make you whole, dear boy. You’ve been missing Daddy for so long. I wanted you then and I want you now, sweet boy. This time, let Daddy make you whole.
“I’m so sorry,” I muttered, rubbing my eyes. I felt horrible that I’d refused to let love in.
"It's okay, little one," Mark moaned, gripping my waist. He lifted me from the toilet seat and brought me to the row of sinks. He wrapped his hand around my waist and squeezed hard. I moaned and withered in his grip. Slowly, he stuck his hand through my dress shirt and massaged my tummy. His firm hand let me know he was in control and wasn’t going anywhere. With the other, he gripped my thigh and brought me closer to him. I leaned into his mouth and body, not daring to relent. We were still in the bathroom, even though I'd been transported to the stars. This sick thrill of knowing someone might walk in any second only aroused me more.
Mark must have felt the same, because a second later he got back down on his knees and pulled down the zipper of my pants. With his teeth, he separated the fabric and pulled my underwear to my thighs. "So smooth," he whispered, gruffly kissing the inside of my thighs. My body clenched in anticipation. I trembled against the sink.
Mark tore off my dress shirt and kissed my tummy, chest, thighs. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, clenching against his lips. My cock throbbed in my dress pants and threatened to burst through the seams. I backed to the sink until my ass pressed against the counter. If I went any further, I'd hit the soap dispenser. Planting a final kiss on my tummy, Mark pulled down the last of my underwear, sending my cock forward like a pent-up spring.
Oh, Mark. This is all I've ever wanted. But I can't believe you're doing this in the bathroom.
Mark brought his lips to my cock. With grace, he teased the tip before inserting it in his mouth. A wave of passion overwhelmed me as he welcomed the length down his throat and swallowed. One second, I was standing pressed up against the sinks with the white residue of hot tears running to my mouth. The next, he carted me off to heaven. In his arms I was Ganymede. My Zeus didn't let me look down.
"Daddy," I whispered, thrusting imperceptibly into his mouth. "Daddy," I whispered again, this time even quieter. It was an incantation, a spell, a promise of everything he'd given me and would give me in this life. With that one word I knew I was safe and that he saw me as more than an object of compassion. His heartwarming gesture said more than words ever could.
Moving slowly, Mark pulled the cock from his mouth and ran his lips along the underbelly
of the shaft. With his free hand, he massaged my balls, rubbing them gently and coaxing the life from them. I clenched my thighs together but he quickly spread them apart and continued to give me the best massage I'd had in my life. With his lips, he kissed the head of my cock and licked a bead of pre-come that had fallen from the tip. He swirled his tongue around the head, making sure to get up every drop until suddenly, I felt myself approaching the edge. The brakes in my race car had been cut and there was nothing stopping me from flying over the edge… Gripping his hair, my body tensed as I barreled towards the cliff. If I was going to nosedive into the abyss below I wanted it to be in his arms.
"Hold me," I whispered, pleading with him to wrap me. "Please."
Mark didn't need me to say anything. With his right arm, he gripped me and pulled me close. My body tensed as I approached my orgasm. Without warning, a wave of pleasure washed over me and, suddenly, I let myself go in his mouth.
I moaned and arched my body into his hot mouth, spurting come. The knowledge that someone could walk in at any moment and see us sent firelight down my spine. What if Matt came in and wanted to continue my interview? He would see me with my tiny cock lodged deep in Daddy’s mouth.
Mark swallowed every drop. He didn’t let a single bead fall to the floor. When he finished, he pulled it from his mouth and brought me in for a kiss. My spine burst into flames the minute he pressed his lips to mine. "My boy," he whispered, stroking my cheek. He kissed me again. Then one more time, until the bathroom stall washed away and we were standing in a sea of passion. He didn't stop kissing me until we left the office. “Get in my car,” he commanded, and with a giant sniffle, I did as told. Any lingering objection faded to the wings.
“Okay,” I whispered, rubbing my eyes once again. When we finally reached the BMW, he threw open the door and ushered me into the seat. It was hot and burned my ass. After pausing at a red light to kiss me, my Daddy took his trembling baby home.
Chapter 28
Mark
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The second we pulled up to the house, I wasted no time in throwing Kyle in my arms. I carried him past the gates and over the threshold. After taking him down the hallway, I brought him to my bedroom and laid him on the bed.
"My little angel."
"No," Kyle whispered, "mon petit ange."
I couldn't help but laugh. My baby boy was so cute. "Little one," I said, "if you want to say your little angel, you need to say your little angel. Ton petit ange, mon amour. That's how you do it in French."
"Oui?"
"Oui, my little baby," I said, unbuttoning Kyle's shirt. The boy smiled as I got to the collar. I traced his neck with my fingers and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"You're a butterfly, Daddy," Kyle whispered, staring into my eyes.
"Yes, baby. And tonight, I'm going to spread your wings."
Kyle let out a moan as I brought my nose to his. Without blinking, we rubbed our noses together like we were two rainbow monarchs on a tulip in spring.
At last, I broke away from Kyle and peeled the shirt off his smooth body. It was so soft and smooth. This is the same body that had occupied a central role in my dreams for so long. Like before, I wanted to taste every inch, explore every bit of flesh I hadn't gone the chance to three weeks ago.
The best part was that the boy would let me. His body was butter and my lips were the knife.
After I removed his shirt, I brought my tongue to his navel and licked him. The boy quivered in the bed and thrust out his arm. He almost knocked over a glass of water on my nightstand but I brought his arm to his side at the last minute. "Silly boy," I murmured, playing with his smooth tummy. There wasn't a single hair on it. He looked like an ancient statue or Renaissance painting that had come to life.
Slowly, I peeled back his dress pants and exposed his blue underwear. In the dim light of the bathroom at the real estate office, I hadn't had the chance to examine his underwear or the design. In my bedroom, it was clear that he was wearing little rocketship underwear. The tiny spaceships were red, white, and blue. Clouds of exhaust shot out the back and took them to the sky. They were the cutest thing in the world and I wanted to buy him one hundred more pairs. With a grin, I nibbled the band of the boxers and slowly brought them down his bony hips. I buried my nose in his hips and moaned. Kyle's right leg twitched beneath me. I couldn't believe how much his bone protruded from his flesh. He was the skinniest boy I’d laid eyes on in my life and I wanted every part of him. All these years, nothing had changed. I gently bit his bony hip to let him know how much I liked it. The boy brought his hands to his flushed face and sunk into the pillow even deeper to let me know he liked my bite.
When I finished playing with his hip, I brought my lips to his cock. Except this time, I didn't put it straight in my mouth like I’d done twenty minutes earlier in the bathroom. Instead of blowing him, I gently lifted his cock from the blue underwear and planted a soft kiss on his balls. The boy withered beneath me and my heart soared at the site of his soft, velvety balls. They fell down his taint and pooled on his thighs like satin or silk. All at once, I was gripped by an urge to play with them and taste them. Moving softly, I took the left one on my tongue and ran my tongue under the crumpled skin. At first, it threatened to shrivel up beneath my touch; but then it loosened and expanded in my mouth. Kyle moaned as if I'd brought him to another dimension. In my jeans, my cock was throbbing harder than ever in my life. I knew that pre-come was threatening to escape into my boxers but I dared not let it out. What I wanted more than sex was to taste this boy's flesh and hold it in my mouth.
Moving carefully so as not to hurt him, I removed the ball from my mouth and rubbed his cock across my face. "Oh, Daddy," Kyle whispered, clenching his thighs against my cheeks. After licking my finger, I slid it into his hole and kissed the underbelly of his cock. Kyle moaned and thrust ever so slightly upward. His cock bumped against my nose and a bead of pre-come smeared against my lip. Some even got in my eye but I was so enchanted that I didn't even realize it happened. If my eyes started to burn, I’d deal with it later. Because right now, Kyle and I were in the stars.
Kyle rushed towards me and threw his arms around my neck. "So great," he whispered, rubbing his nose against my cheek. "So soft, Daddy. You're making me feel so small."
“I make baby feel little?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Kyle moaned and thrust upwards. “Baby feels like a little angel in the sky.”
I forced the boy's mouth open with my thumb. I inserted my thumb and watched in amazement as he darted his tongue over the nail. My cock throbbed in my jeans. It was damn near time to take them off.
Kyle must’ve gotten the message. Because a second later, a look of devilish delight flashed across his eyes and he got on his knees. He unzipped my jeans and pulled down my underwear. I held my breath as I watched my cock shoot out and bump into his chin. Kyle's eyes shot open and he giggled. I thought he was going to say something but instead he shook his hair out over the cock and ran his lips down the shaft. I gasped and thrust into his mouth. The second he wrapped his lips around the tip.
"Does Daddy like?" he asked when he took it out of his mouth.
"D-Daddy likes," I whispered in a low voice, "Daddy likes more than baby could ever know."
I let Kyle play with my cock more. I knew it was almost time to spread my baby's wings. I planted a kiss on Kyle's cheek and leapt from the bed. I thought he was going to say something but instead he merely watched in amazement. I retreated to a different room and grabbed the things I'd picked up for him. I held them behind my back and reentered the room. I didn't need him to tell me he was dying for the surprise.
Chapter 29
Kyle
* * *
I held my breath as my Daddy came back into the room. I couldn't believe it. He was definitely holding something behind his back. Did he get me a present?
I was about to ask when suddenly Mark laid out the surprise on the bed. I gasped as I saw the assortment of baby th
ings. By the pillow, Mark set a collection of baby colored pacifiers. They were every color of the rainbow. Pink, yellow, purple, and blue. My heart raced because I wanted to try them all. By the bedpost, Mark set a pair of pajamas that warmed my heart. Though they didn't have little rocket ships on them like my underwear, they had cartoon pictures of tiny monkeys doing silly things like playing with their siblings on beds. I wanted to throw my arms around my Daddy and put them on.
"Be patient, little one," Mark whispered, pulling something from his pocket. My cheeks burst into flame.
"I can't, Daddy. I want to try the pajamas on right now."
"You're going to have to wait, little one. I bought more of your favorite thing that you can put on under your pajamas when we're done."
I was about to burst into tears. "You didn't, Daddy. You didn't get me…"
"Yes, little one," my Daddy whispered with a glint in his eye, “but baby needs to wait until we're done. Daddy promises that baby will like the ‘special underwear’ he bought him very much."
"Oh, my God," I moaned, burying my face in my arm. ‘Special underwear’ could only mean one thing.
My Daddy had bought me diapers.
Mark inserted the light blue pacifier into my mouth. I stared up at Daddy as he massaged my navel. He traced the outline of my jaw and pressed his palm against my tummy. At once, a wave of tingles washed over me. I wanted to cry out but I couldn't say anything because of the pacifier. It was better this way. My body would do the talking for me.
Mark spread my legs and brought his lips to my hole. After wetting his lips, he teased the outside of my hole with his tongue. Without warning, my entire body burst into flames. It felt like Mark had pressed the pillows of childhood itself against my hole. Teasing me, Mark flicked his tongue into my hole and coated the inside with spit. He probed deeper and deeper, refusing to let even a tiny bit go untouched. With every flick, my yearning for him only increased. I wanted to spread my hole as wide as I could to welcome his entire tongue.
