Kissing Kyle

by Laurie Lochs

  When he finished, I knew my body was ready to go. But when I looked up at him, I saw Mark preparing the question that would kill everything for me. Baby. Are you okay with this? Does this make you uncomfortable? I’d read stories on Amazon where people left ridiculous reviews because there weren’t five-page long discussions of consent between Daddies and their boys. On one book, some people even “felt dirty” because the Daddy called the boy his “son.” Had these people never gone on PornHub in their lives? Did they not know the acts described were between consenting adults and that it was role play for God’s sake? Sometimes, people didn’t need to go on and on about how much they were consenting to every little detail when they were in a loving, committed relationship. I for one liked when my Daddy did things by surprise… I could always tell him No! if I wanted and he would stop. People needed to seriously realize that the ABDL books they’d read weren’t fucking representative of the entire community and that the ABDL “fantasy” put forth by some female authors who did not have firsthand experience with real-life ABDL relationships did not in any way correspond to the boots-on-the-ground reality of actual ABDL Daddies and littles like me.

  Frantically, I shook my head back and forth. No, I wanted to say. Please don't ask me if I want to do this. Just read my body and know what I want. If you're really my Daddy, you'll do it. If you know me like you claim you do, you'll know I want you to enter me without saying a thing.

  Mark paused. He was studying me. For a second, I almost thought he was taking a mental snapshot of my body. In this way – spread, defenseless, the baby blue pacifier in my mouth -- I would be perfect for a mental picture. But a second later, a grin burst into existence on the side of his mouth. He slowly nodded as if he'd understood what I was trying to say. Without saying a thing, he brought his cock and placed it on the outside of my hole.

  "Yes, baby. Let Daddy have his way."

  Relief flooded over me. Yes, I wanted to cry, do it, Daddy. This is everything I've ever wanted and I don't want you to ask me first. Just do it.

  Never letting go of my tummy, Mark inched forward and brought himself to my hole. He stared into my eyes with a desperate intensity. I was as enchanted as he was, if not more. Slowly, he leaned in and, after squeezing my nipple with his left hand, he entered me. I tried to cry out, but the pacifier kept me from saying a word.

  "Oh, baby. Daddy is so excited. You've made Daddy so hard."

  I nodded frantically. Yes, I wanted to say, I've made my Daddy hard. Maybe I've made him harder than Mommy ever could. I hold power over you, Daddy. This is something you can get nowhere else and you can only find it in me.

  As if reading my mind, my Daddy thrust into me and filled me to the brim. This time, I really did cry out, spitting the pacifier out of the side of my mouth without thinking. But my Daddy picked it up and put it back between my lips, never stopping the momentum, never pausing his thrusts. I squeezed my eyes tight as every inch of his cock filled me and made me whole. I glanced down and saw that his hand was still on my nipple, firmly twisting the soft flesh and massaging it between his index finger and thumb. Pain seared through my body. I was in the clouds.

  "Baby," my Daddy whispered in a rough voice, "you're doing such a good job. No one… No one can know, okay? If anyone finds out –" he thrust into me even harder "– if anyone finds out, we will get in big trouble.”

  His words turned my flesh into simmering lava. Without thinking, I thrust upwards and forced myself even harder onto him. I wanted every inch of him inside me. What we were doing was naughty, dangerous, wrong… It would get both of us killed. But that was something I wanted. The danger – even if fake – lit a fire storm in my heart.

  Just when I thought I could take no more, my Daddy's body tensed and froze inside me. "Daddy's going to come, baby," he whispered in a gruff voice. "Baby needs to be a good boy and – and take Daddy's come."

  I nodded rapidly. If this is what Daddy needed, I wanted to do it for him. I’d taken his load before but this was different. At this moment, he was filling me with his seed. In another universe, he might impregnate me and I would carry his child. But we were living on this one and it was enough to take his seed. In seconds, he would enter me and fill me. I stared into my Daddy's glistening brown eyes and willed his orgasm to the front. Something began to flicker in my own body at the same time it was happening for him. With intensity, my Daddy thrust into me one last time – and then one more after that – until, suddenly, he exploded in my body. I cried out as the tidal wave of his orgasm coursed through me, filling my pores and veins. Before I could speak, a second wave washed through me as if his orgasm had been contagious. Before I could stop myself, my cock suddenly exploded upwards onto my Daddy's face.

  "Oh, baby," my Daddy moaned, licking my offering from his lips and swallowing it whole. Waves of pleasure rolled over me like clouds in a mountain valley. He was still inside me and his seed was coursing through my veins. "You're mine," he whispered, pulling the pacifier from my lips and kissing me. He was still lodged inside me and his lips were pressed against mine.

  This was the moment to speak my truth. I had no choice but to say it. I'd hinted so much at the office, but now I had no choice but to say it loud and clear.

  “I-I love you, Daddy."

  "Oh, baby… I love you too."

  Our story was complete. After pulling out, my Daddy held me in his arms and didn't let go. This time, I didn't let a shred of anxiety infiltrate my brain. His arms protected me from the worry that he thought I was an object of pity and not one to be loved. In his firm grip, and with the soiled bed sheets tangled around us, I knew I was worthy of his passion. I was worthy of his gentle kisses. I was worthy of love.

  Later that night, my Daddy led me to the shower and washed my body. "See that, baby?" he whispered, guiding my soapy hand to his cock. I nodded and looked where he was pointing.

  "What is it, Daddy?"

  "It's called foreskin, baby. Look," he said, moving my hand back to my own cock. "Baby doesn't have any."

  I gasped. How could I not have realized that Mark's cock was different from mine?

  "But I want to be the same." I sniffled and wiped the hot shower water from my eyes.

  Mark chuckled and wrapped me in his arms. "It's okay to be different, baby. You have a beautiful cock. And besides," he said, guiding my hand to his once again. He positioned my thumb and index finger on the shaft and pulled up. I gasped as the soft band of skin revealed the shiny tip underneath. "Yours is easier to wash."

  I shook my head in astonishment. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. With every tug of his foreskin, Mark's cock began to grow. I glanced back down at my own and realized I was fully hard. Thinking quickly, I took a step closer to Mark and brought the cocks next to each other. In the light of the shower, his looked three times bigger than mine. When I pulled the foreskin back again, the shiny head was at least two times bigger than my own.

  "It's beautiful, Daddy," I said, "but…"

  "What is it, baby?"

  I bit my lip. It was a silly thought and I didn't want Mark to know.

  Mark dropped to his knees and looked me in the eye. "Tell Daddy. Let Daddy know what's on your mind."

  "Oh, Daddy," I whispered, trying not to giggle. "It's so stupid. I just wanted to see what it would look like inside."

  Mark's cock jutted upwards. "What do you mean, baby?"

  "I wanted to see what it would look like if I put my cock inside your…"

  "Inside my what?"

  "Inside your foreskin," I whispered, bringing my hands to my eyes. I was hiding myself. I was too embarrassed. I’d said something silly.

  I expected my Daddy to admonish me. Instead, he stood up and gripped my cock in his fingers. "Baby," he whispered, bringing my cock to his own. "You just made Daddy so happy."

  "But…" I said, unsure of where to start. “You don't think that's too silly?”

  "No, sweet boy," my Daddy whispered, pulling back his foreskin. "Bring your cock to D
addy's. Let’s make it fit."

  I gasped. My heart fluttered. I stared into my Daddy's eyes to see if there was any hint of mischief or deceit, but all I saw was trustworthiness and kindness everlasting. Okay, I thought to myself. If he really wants to try, I'll do it.

  Standing on my tiptoes, I brought the head of my cock – which was no more than four inches on a good day – to my Daddy’s so that they touched tips. A flutter of giggles coursed through me, but I forced myself to suppress the urge to laugh. They looked so funny standing next to each other, almost like two butterflies who had finally gotten the courage to kiss. With his right hand, my Daddy pulled back his foreskin until his tip showed. It was my turn. I leaned up as far as I could. I was about to lose my balance when, suddenly, my Daddy pulled his foreskin over both of our cocks and covered me.

  "Oh, Daddy," I gasped, unable to believe my eyes. It was so beautiful. My Daddy grinned and began to stroke the long, single cock that connected us.

  "We are one, my love," he whispered, stroking my cheek with his free hand.

  I burst into a grin. "One," I echoed, trying to see how one tasted in my mouth. It tasted magical. When I said one, I knew we'd be connected forever.

  When we finished showering, Daddy brought me back to the bed and gave me my well-deserved pair of special underwear. "For baby," he whispered, drying my thighs, hips, and cock with a plush towel. It was a seafoam pink towel and it looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't place it. He grabbed a bottle of baby powder and proceeded to powder my body. When he finished, he diapered me and helped me into the pair of little monkey pajamas that were lying by the post of the bed.

  “Baby…” I whispered, “baby like."

  "Baby likes his pajamas"?

  "Yes, Daddy," I said with a grin, "the monkey pajamas help baby feel small."

  My Daddy smiled. Hoisting me into his arms, he walked to the kitchen and set something in the microwave. When it came out, he brought me back to the bed and pulled a children's book and read me to sleep. The last thing I remembered was my Daddy singing a song to me in French and feeding me the warmest bottle I've had in my life.

  This was home. I was safe, protected, and littler then a real baby.

  "I love you, baby."

  "Yes, Da-Da. Baby loves you too."

  With the bottle in my mouth, I fell asleep.

  Chapter 30

  Mark

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  It was after midnight and I still couldn’t stop thinking about Kyle’s words. How could he have ever thought I was pitying him? Didn’t he know how much I cared?

  I wanted to ask Kyle why he thought those things. But I knew I wouldn’t, not now. The past was in the past and any misunderstandings were firmly behind us. I didn’t want to retrace our steps because I didn’t want to reawaken any lingering seeds of doubt.

  What mattered was that I was so proud of my boy. It suddenly felt like I was his real Daddy and watching him grow up before me. “This is how Daddies must feel when their boys learn to ride bicycles and tie their shoes. This is pride I’m feeling for my boy.”

  I’d never felt like this for anyone, not even Bruce. Kyle was the specialist boy in the world and one-of-a-kind. The best part? He was mine.

  I replayed all of our scenes together in my mind. The afternoon in Minneapolis where I bought him bubbles, the real estate courses, the lunches at Wendy’s and Chick-fil-a. I didn’t leave out anything. I wanted to teach him everything I knew about real estate and how to close deals, how to fake a tough exterior and hide yourself from the world. I didn’t have to teach him about being my boy. That, he was picking up on his own.

  Kyle snuggled against me as we finally fell asleep. His little arm brushed against my stomach and accidentally nudged my cock. I shifted and arched my body towards his so that my cock rubbed against his torso. “Sweet boy,” I whispered, running my fingers over his jawline. I removed the pacifier I’d inserted and placed my fingers inside his mouth. Kyle took to the fingers and sucked them, not letting any bit of skin go untouched. Still sleeping, he darted his soft tongue over the nail and skin. This only made my heart swell all the more.

  I grinned when I remembered I still had another surprise for him tomorrow. When I woke in the morning, I planned to buy him a new stuffed animal. He’d told me repeatedly that Blakely had a teddy bear his mother had given him when he was a child and that he carried it wherever he went. I wanted to do the same for Kyle, since he didn’t have a bear to call his own. Hell, we could even go first thing in the morning to the store where I could help him pick out the one that spoke to his heart. This was a thing I wanted to do for him. He was my little man… And I loved him.

  I rolled sleeping Kyle onto my chest and planted a kiss his forehead. The sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains let me know it was almost one o’clock in the morning. For a second, I was almost worried about Ma, but then I remembered Kyle had called her and asked if he could stay out a little later than usual. She responded that he could, but that he needed to remember their conversation from earlier and to stay safe. If only she knew how safe he was. In my arms.

  The phone call had been funny, if nothing else. When I’d introduced myself on the phone, she’d said she recognized me briefly from the hospital. “To be honest,” she'd said, “I thought you were one of those hot nurses at first, or like a hot guy in a dream. Looking clean and fresh in that suit.”

  “Thank you, ma’am,” I’d replied, unable to push the thought from my mind. It tickled my funny bone to think that old women found me attractive. Or at least Ma did.

  “And Mark,” she’d said, “I wanted to personally thank you for taking care of Kyle. These past few weeks have been so horrible for us… You stepping in to help him was more than I could ever hope for. You’ve helped this boy so much, Mark.”

  “Christ,” I’d said, choking on my coffee. “You’re so kind, ma’am. I appreciate it.”

  “I know you two have an unconventional relationship, but the truth is I love it. There’s a hell of a lot of people out there who’d object to what you two have. But I want to let you know that I think it’s special. Admirable, really.”

  I didn’t know what to say.

  “Shit,” she’d continued, “when I was a little girl, I had an older boyfriend and we did the exact same thing. Sometimes, he even had me put on a pair of his little stepsister’s pajamas and we would role play that… Well, that I was his stepsister. I don’t know exactly what you and Kyle do in the bedroom, but I know for damn sure we had some good times.”

  This time, I really had spat out my coffee. “You’re fucking with me.”

  “I’m afraid not,” she’d said with a hearty laugh, “I put on his little stepsister’s pajamas and he pretended I was her. Of course, he wasn’t in love with his stepsister. I doubted whether he even had a real-life crush. The important thing was that it was role play, baby. He never hurt anyone — I know, because I followed up on him through the rest of his life just to make sure — but a lot of people would have looked at that and said horrible things.”

  “Yeah,” I’d said, nodding slowly. “I know, Ma.”

  “But he never did anything, Mark. The worst he ever did was punch a wall when I broke up with him a year later because I had to go to college and leave him behind. That was it. Besides that ridiculous outburst, he was fine.”

  “He never became a pedophile?”

  “No. It was role play, for God’s sake. Lighten the hell up.”

  “I agree, Ma,” I’d said, exhaling softly. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

  There had been a momentary pause. Then, Ma jumped in to say goodbye. “Oh — and Mark,” she’d said, “if I ever sell this goddamn home, I want you to be the one to do it. I don’t know if you’re taking on new clients right now, but… Well, I’m getting up in age. I would love for Kyle to live with you full-time — because I know you’ll protect him — which means I’ll probably have to downsize.”

  “I would love to have the boy,” I’d s
aid with a grin. “And when the time comes to sell, I’d be more than happy to help. Thank you for your blessing, Ma.”

  “Yes, baby — I hope you don’t mind me calling you baby — I know you’ll do me right. Have a wonderful night, sweetheart.”

  “You too, Ma.”

  It’d been a very enlightening conversation. I’d been floored to hear that Ma had been involved in a pretty non-vanilla relationship before. Her words made sense and calmed me. If nothing else, they resolved a conflict that had been brewing in me for some time. Who cared if I’d ended up falling in love with a former foster placement? At least I’d never asked him to dress in my stepsister’s underwear.

  And so while I laid in this very bed with sweet, unassuming Kyle, I replayed her words in my mind. He’s a special boy, she’d said, her voice her voice full of wonder and pride. He’s a sweetheart and I know you’ll do right by him.

  Little Kyle was more special than he’d ever know. He was driven and ready to push any obstacle from his path. But he also held onto an innocence that I loved more than life. His innocence was something I wanted to nurture and keep inside him. Not everyone had that special something he did. I wanted to help him hold onto the flame, not snuff it out. For it was what set him apart and made him unique. It was his life essence. He was feisty, proud, and stronger than any young man I met in my life. The best part was that he was mine. Mine.

  I took my thumb out of his mouth and traced the outline of his jaw in the moonlight. His bones were sharp and soft in the silky night. With a loving sigh, I grabbed the pacifier and placed it in his mouth. Ten minutes later, I was fast asleep.

  Chapter 31

  Kyle

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