Kissing Kyle

by Laurie Lochs

I woke up in the middle of the night entangled in Mark’s buttery sheets. I turned to him and snuggled into him, rubbing myself against his gentle chest. I started playing with his nipple under the duvet but suddenly I had a brilliant idea.

  I want to go back in time.

  I glanced at Mark. He was fast asleep. With a huge grin bursting across my face, I tiptoed out of the bedroom with Mark still sleeping and slid onto the couch. I wanted to relive everything that happened when I was a boy, the night before I was sent away from this house.

  Okay, Kyle. Let’s do it. Let’s tip-toe down the hallway and sneak in Mr. Mark Godin’s room.

  With the pacifier tight in my mouth, I slid off the couch and walked to Mark’s room. I stood outside the door for some time before I decided to push it in. I was re-enacting the moment that changed my life, the one where I’d tried to kiss him…

  I snuck into the room. My heart burst into flames the second I saw Mark sleeping on the bed, just like before. He looked so soft and vulnerable in the moonlight. My chest swelled. I wanted to wrap my arms around him.

  I slowly crept next to him like I’d done all those years ago. Suddenly, I was no longer Kyle, the nineteen-year-old who was first in his real estate class and who some people thought was going to be a star in the field someday. In this moment, I hadn’t even met Ma. I’d stumbled into a time warp and, suddenly, I’d gone back in time; the version of me who stood before sleeping Mark was no longer nineteen-year-old Kyle but the timid boy who knew nothing about sex, love, none of it. All I knew was that I wanted to steal a kiss from my Daddy.

  This time, no one would interrupt me.

  This time, when my cock throbbed, it was throbbing for the very first time.

  “Daddy,” I whispered, stroking Mark’s five o’clock shadow with my thumb. “Let me kiss you, Daddy. L-Let me make you mine.”

  I leaned in to plant a kiss on Mark’s lips. I shuddered as a chill swept through my veins. I was just about to slip out of my rocketship pajamas when Mark suddenly froze.

  “Oh, shoot,” I whispered, “I-I think Daddy’s waking up.”

  No one moved. My limbs froze.

  It’s just like last time, you idiot. Now Mark’s going to wake up and kick you out of his home.

  Except before I could speak, Mark suddenly lifted me into the air and slipped me on his lap. “Little Kyle?” he whispered, parting my hair. “Is that really you?”

  “Y-Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, trembling at the touch. “I-I’m sorry. I just wanted to kiss a man.”

  “A man?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, so close I could taste him. “A man like you, Daddy.”

  I swallowed hard and prepared to get off the bed. But before I could move, Mark unbuttoned the top of my pajamas and kissed my collarbone. Then he unbuttoned the bottom three buttons and slid his hand on my tummy. “Gah,” I moaned, thrusting ever-so-slightly into his manly palm. “Y-You’re making me hard, Daddy.”

  “You’re so soft, boy,” Mark muttered, sliding his hand across my chest. “So soft, so moonlit.” He kept repeating these words like a mantra, like an incantation. “You’re so soft, Kyle. Just like your friend Blakely.”

  “Li-ttle,” I whispered, “I-I’m so li-ttle, Daddy.”

  “Yes, baby. But you shouldn’t have slipped in my room. Mean Mr. Bruce will throw you out.”

  “I-I couldn’t help it, Daddy,” I whispered, clutching his thumb. “I just had to k-kiss Daddy.”

  Without a word, Mark gasped and pulled me in. He yanked the back of my head and slammed my lips on his. “Daddy,” I cried out, burying my nose in his lips. He licked that, too.

  My Daddy licked me.

  “Show Daddy your cock,” he whispered, peeling back the rest of the pajamas. In the dark, I didn’t know what version of me he was seeing. Was it the nineteen-year-old who was much to big to sit on his lap? Or something else altogether? “Daddy is on fire, sweet boy. He needs to see your body so bad.”

  “O-Okay, Daddy,” I whispered, thrusting my hand into my diaper. Lava dripped down my spine, pooling in my hole. “H-Here.”

  Waves of ice-heat consumed me as my cock stood strong in the moonlight. Mark licked it, flicked his tongue along the tip. He swallowed the shaft and placed it in his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue. I gasped and dug my fingers into his manly, fully-grown scalp. Then Mark gripped my lower back and shoved the entire length down his throat, gagging on the four inches and forcing them down.

  “I-It’s so wet, little one,” he whispered as he removed the cock from his lips, “it’s the wettest cock in the entire world. You’re making Daddy so happy.”

  Without warning, he stuck a finger up my hole.

  “Oh, no—” I gasped, clenching against the touch. “D-Daddy, you’re going to make Kyle—”

  Before I warned him, my cock burst in Daddy’s mouth. “Shh,” Mark whispered, probing me harder. “You came, little one. That’s called cum.”

  “Cum,” I echoed, trying the word out in my mouth. Cum, Kyle. See that shiny stuff? That’s called cum.

  “Is that the first time you’ve seen cum?” Mark whispered, kissing my tummy.

  “The first time for Daddy,” I whispered, my voice no louder than a butterfly.

  Mark grinned and pulled me close. In his arms, I was little again. I’d never had to do adult things or grow up. He was everything I needed and he was mine.

  In my Daddy’s firm arms, I fell asleep.

  Chapter 32

  Mark

  * * *

  The next morning, I held Kyle until the sun entered the room. I made love to him three more times, never pausing to take a breath or drink of water. When it was time for breakfast, I rolled him out of bed and carried him to the dining room where I prepared the most delicious brunch he’d had in his life.

  I’d done the right thing. The moment Kyle saw the waffles with homemade whipped cream I wanted to make for him the first time we spent together, the diced strawberries, peaches, chocolate and blueberries, he couldn’t help but blurt out, “I love you, Daddy.”

  I grinned. “I love you too, my little prince. Now,” I said, guiding him to his seat. I put a rocketship bib around his neck and dished him up a waffle with blueberries and cottage cheese. “Let’s eat.”

  It was the most delicious breakfast ever. Kyle moaned throughout the entire thing like he’d never had such food in his life. He devoured the diced strawberries and velvety chocolate toppings like they were delicacies he’d never been allowed to have before. I sliced a banana over his second waffle and fed it to him. “Here comes the airplane,” I said, sliding the spoon in his mouth. Kyle’s eyes flashed with love and he gently wrapped his arms around my waist. I kissed his hair and fed him the rest of the waffle, one bite at a time.

  After breakfast, I took Kyle to the sofa and gave the boy his bottle. “Baby,” I whispered, sliding the nipple into his mouth. Kyle giggled and took it in his mouth. Thinking quickly, I stripped him of his pajamas and placed him on my knee. He didn’t have a diaper on because I’d torn it off last night when he’d snuck into my room… And tried to kiss me, like he’d done all those nights ago.

  All those heart-wrenching, hopeless nights.

  “Feed me, Daddy. B-Baby needs his bottle.”

  “Yes, little one,” I murmured, threading my fingers through the boy’s soft hair. It was so smooth. It reminded me of pebbles. I wanted to bury my lips in his hair and never leave this sweet place.

  I finished giving Kyle his bottle and sat him on my lap. He needed to be burped, so I gently bounced him up and down on my knee so that he could feel better. He giggled and blinked his eyes so hard when his big burp finally came out. He was the cutest boy ever.

  After I finished burping my boy, I rolled him across my lap and, with my free hand, I fondled his little cock and balls. With the other, I massaged his right shoulder and let him melt into me. His body was warm chocolate and I was the sun. I milked my boy and, after only two minutes, his body bucked upwards and sho
t translucent cum all over the floor, and a little bit even on my knee. I snickered and felt my cock rising towards his small, hairless ass. “Open wide, baby,” I whispered, rubbing his boy hole with my cock. Kyle trembled before me and his body shifted on my knees but I kept going until I’d inserted the tip.

  “D-Daddy has his cock inside baby,” Kyle moaned, bringing his hands to his eyes. But on his face, I saw the biggest grin in the world.

  “Yes, little one,” I whispered, frantically stroking his cheek to let him know everything was alright. “This is how Daddies show their love. Later this afternoon, Daddy will buy you a present.”

  Kyle’s eyes shot open. He whipped around. “You mean it?” It was so sexy staring into his eyes with my cock still lodged deep in his ass.

  “Yes, baby,” I grunted, thrusting into him until his hole swallowed me. “Daddy wants to buy you a treat.”

  “Oh, Daddy!” Kyle gasped, his eyes fluttering like an angel. A tremor of heat raced across my flesh but I wasn’t going to let him off the hook so soon. Daddy needed to take his time and build up to his orgasm. Little Kyle was going to feel all of Daddy inside him, and Daddy was giving the boy what he needed.

  “Just wait until you see it, sweet one,” I moaned, fucking his tight ass. Kyle’s cock bounced between his legs and smacked into my thighs. I’d made him so excited by touching him and he was taking my cock like a champ. “P-Please, let Daddy finish so we can get your toy.”

  “A toy?” Kyle shouted, bringing his hands to his eyes. They were glistening and that only made my cock harder. I’d made the boy so excited by telling him I’d buy him a toy… I was moving him to tears.

  “Any toy you like, little baby,” I whispered, gripping his bony waist and fucking his tight nineteen-year-old ass. I remembered what Ma said on the phone last night. It was role play.

  “C-Can I get a little penguin?” Kyle moaned, wriggling on my cock. His ass was so tight and I was about to explode. With my free hand, I gripped his nipple and caused him to yelp.

  “Yes, baby. Just take Daddy’s load and Daddy will buy you anything you want.”

  “H-Hurry, Daddy,” Kyle whispered, sweat dripping down his cheeks. “B-Baby wants to get his toy.”

  “Oh, sweet boy,” I cried, arching my back upwards. “You make Daddy so hot when you say that. Daddy’s going to come, little one.”

  “Come, Da-Da,” Kyle gasped, clenching his ring around my cock. “Come inside ba-by.”

  I snapped into Kyle’s sweet hole. I was about to come. But before I could, I suddenly felt a different sensation around my cock. I glanced downwards and my eyes widened in shock. There was something coming out of Kyle’s ass hole… Something wet. My stomach flipped like I was going to throw up. My jaw dropped and I grabbed my boy’s neck.

  “What did you do, boy?” I whispered in a gravelly voice. “What the hell is that?”

  Kyle trembled beneath my touch. “Ba-by had to poo-poo,” he whispered, hiding himself from me. “Ba-by didn’t know Da-Da’s cock would feel so—”

  “Oh, little one,” I cried, arching into his body. The contents of his abdomen spilled over my thighs. To my shock, Kyle’s cock also let loose and sent a wet stream across the floor.

  It was too much to handle. Grabbing his neck with both my hands, I thrust deep into my boy and snapped his head backwards. Kyle let out a cry as his cock suddenly spurted all over the floor for the second time. My cock exploded in his ass hole and sent violent waves of cum into his lower intestine where it mixed with yesterday’s lunch.

  “Da-da,” Kyle whimpered, unable to move after his powerful orgasm. I couldn’t do so much as lift a finger. “Da-da. Baby like.”

  “Yes, baby,” I whispered, frozen on the seat. Kyle’s little accident was pooling all around me. “Daddy loves you so much.”

  “Baby needs to be cleaned, Da-Da.”

  “Yes, my little treasure boy,” I whispered in a low voice, lifting Kyle from the couch. I tried to ignore the “accident” running down my legs and melting on the floor. “Let’s go to the shower.”

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  I led my messy boy to the shower and soaped him up. He was so perfect. He closed his eyes and let the hot stream wash over his body and cleanse his soul. I scrubbed his ass with a pink bar of soap that a client had given me. It smelled of strawberries. When it was clean, I flicked my tongue along the rim until I got the job done.

  When we left the shower, I led Kyle to the living room where we watched his favorite movie. “The Good Dinosaur,” he whispered, staring at me with enormous brown eyes. “Please, Daddy. Baby would do anything to watch."

  I wasn’t into animated movies but I would do anything for my baby. “Okay, little one,” I said, kissing his forehead. I pulled up the movie on Netflix and made popcorn with lots of butter. By the time the Good Dinosaur was parading around the barren tundra with his friends, Kyle was asleep in my arms.

  The sun was starting to set when we finally clawed our way out of sleep. We’d slept the entire morning and afternoon. I poked Kyle in the chest to wake him up. “Come on, little guy,” I whispered, parting his hair. “Let’s get your toy.”

  Kyle’s eyes sparkling in the waning light. “You mean it, Daddy?”

  “Yes, baby. Let’s get you dressed for public and then we can get whatever you like.”

  Kyle’s cheeks burst into flames. “Thank you, Daddy,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. He didn’t look away and the connection was magical. I brought him upstairs and wiped him down. After powdering him, I slid him into a fresh diaper and dressed him in a light red sweater that went great with his eyes.

  “Little man’s ready to go shopping,” I said, ruffling his hair. Kyle grinned bashfully and leaned his head against my thigh. He didn’t need to say anything. His smile was enough.

  After buckling Kyle into his seat, I sped off to the last Toys R Us location in the city. Well, it technically was no longer a Toys R Us but it was a similar store that had bought the bulk of its inventory called “Toys R We.” I parked right in front and led Kyle inside. His eyes shone the moment we stepped inside.

  “Oh, Daddy,” he gasped, bringing his palms to his rosy cheeks. In the flickering fluorescent light, he looked even smaller than at home. It was like I was seeing him through new eyes.

  “Come on, baby,” I whispered, pulling my boy towards the aisle with plush animals. My little guy was wearing a diaper under his khakis and we were about to buy him toys. How lucky was I? How lucky were we?

  The second we rounded the corner, Kyle could no longer contain his excitement. “Look, Daddy!” he gasped, pointing to the display of enormous stuffed bars on the wall. “T-This one looks like Blakely’s.”

  “Yes, baby,” I whispered, getting on two kneels and pulling the boy close. “It sure does.”

  “It’s so pretty, Daddy,” Kyle moaned, turning to face me. I grabbed a huge brown bear from the shelf and pressed it into his arms.

  But Kyle looked confused. A second later, he blinked hard.

  Something rocketed through my gut. “Did I do something wrong, baby? Does Kyle want a different bear?”

  “It’s just that…” Kyle began, unsure of where to start. The boy stared at his toes and took a deep breath. He was having trouble telling me what was on his mind. “It’s just that this was the first bear you saw on the shelf, Daddy.”

  My heart sunk. “What does that mean, little one?”

  Kyle turned around to observe the shelf. Such an inquisitive boy. “It’s just that, well… There might be one — like this one — who feels more lonely, because he’s so far back…”

  Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. “Oh, sweet boy,” I whispered, pulling Kyle close. I planted ten kisses on his hair and nuzzled into him. “You’re so considerate for thinking of the other bears.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, baby. Most little boys and girls wouldn’t give them a second thought. Here,” I said, putting the first bear back on the shelf. I selected a b
ear from the back of the shelf that looked far lonelier than the one in front. “Let’s get baby a different bear.”

  Kyle smiled at me. But his eyes were still worried. I was going to speak when suddenly, he started to shake his head and tremble.

  “What is it, little one?”

  “Oh, Daddy,” Kyle said, blinking back tears. “It’s just that… Well, when you put that bear back on the shelf, I think you hurt his feelings… He told me, Daddy. I-I don’t want the bear to be sad, Daddy. I don’t think I could ever sleep again if we hurt his feelings.”

  “You think so?” I asked, rubbing Kyle’s hand. I picked the first bear from the shelf and placed it under my arm. So we were buying two bears.

  “Y-Yes, Daddy,” he whispered, rubbing his eyes. But I removed his hand and kissed the spot where his fingers had been. “You did a nice thing for Mr. Teddy Bear.”

  I was about to plant a final kiss on my boy’s lips when I suddenly realized that it wasn’t just the teddy bear I held under my arm that was lonely. No, it was… Well, shit. It was all of the teddies on the shelf, even the ones in the way back that Kyle couldn’t have seen. Fuck. It was like I was standing in front of an adoption agency and didn’t want just the Irish boy with the sad eyes or the poor Colombian girl who’d never had never had a family in her life… I wanted them all. Seeing these sad bears sitting in the back of Toys R We — which wasn’t even a name-brand toy store, for God’s sake — broke my heart. Clearly, it was breaking Kyle’s as well, because his eyes were still glistening even though he dared not say another thing.

  “You know what?” I said, turning to Kyle. I squeezed his hand. “We’ll take the lot.”

  His jaw dropped. “You mean it, Daddy?” he asked, unable to control himself. I was pretty sure he let go in his special underwear right then.

  “Yes, baby,” I whispered, kissing him abruptly on the nose. “Let me call a sales associate over and see how we can take your new little brothers home.”

  Kyle squealed and threw his arms around me. I grinned and gave him the tightest hug I’d ever given him in public in my life. After paying for the bears, a sales associate helped me place them in the back of my BMW. They didn’t fit, so Kyle and I put fifteen of them in the backseat. We made sure to buckle them up first. Kyle held three bears on his lap as we went home.