His little complication 18+ ddlb

Chapter 10

JACK

Daddy.

Luke referred to himself as daddy.

My daddy.

As soon as I heard that word, I felt something tug at my heart... a slight wrench that spawned vigorous waves of thrill and delight... a warm, tingly feeling that quickly sharpened into an immense sensation of absolute bliss.

It took me some time to figure out what it was.

And when I did, a sense of contentment gripped my entire being.

It was happiness.

I was happy.

He made me happy.

And that had me wondering...

Could it be?

Is it even possible?

Was I experiencing that four letter word that has eluded me for a long, long time now?

Nah.

That couldn’t be right.

I didn’t bring him here for that kind of s**t. I brought him here to help him out... to aid him in discovering a side of himself that needed to come out... an aspect of his personality that would provide clarity amidst the doubts he was experiencing about his career, about his upcoming wedding, about his life.

Love was never part of the plan. No, Sir! That’s not what tonight was all about. And even if it was, love was an impossibility between us. I knew he’s attracted to me, but the guy also professed his love for someone he’s about to marry. Besides, even though he’s gay (though still in denial), I wasn’t. I was certain I wasn’t.

I’ve never had a daddy. Oops. Let me rephrase that. I’ve never had a daddy partner... never... not even once. I’ve always known that I was a little, and I’ve constantly explored this lifestyle since I started to live by myself. I’ve had several partners before... all of them were mommies. Some were mere caretakers. A few became lovers. None lasted, though, for a variety of reasons... and it’s been a while since I hooked up with a big.

But now, I gotta admit that having a daddy - and having Luke as a daddy in particular - is just as fulfilling, if not more so, than the experiences I’ve had in the past.

He caressed my ass, trying to soothe the sore spots where his hand previously landed. “I’m sorry daddy had to do that,” he said with a soft voice. “Will you be a good boy from now on?”

Heh! Behaving badly to test his patience was loads of fun. But, then again, tonight wasn’t about me. Tonight was all about him. I had to defer to his wishes.

“Sorry, dad,” I muttered my reply. “I won’t give you any problems ever again.”

He heaved a sigh of relief. “Wonderful!” he exclaimed as he lifted my chest and helped me up from his lap. Inadvertently, I might’ve concentrated my weight on his right thigh. He grimaced for a bit, but he was quick to curtail it. I found that rather cute. “Now,” he spoke once again when I was already sitting on the bed right next to him. “What do you want to eat?”

“Awwww, dad... I’m not hungry anymore,” I cooingly answered. My stomach wasn’t even empty to begin with. I took my dinner at the club just before he arrived earlier this evening. I just pretended that I was starving to provide a reason for the tantrum I concocted.

My response had Luke all confused, however. His face expressed a semblance of remorse. “Did daddy make you lose your appetite?” he asked quite sullenly.

“Nah! I’m just not hungry anymore, dad,” I assured him while I hoisted my leg over his. “But I’m getting bored. Let’s do something fun!”

“Fun?” he repeated, addled. “What’s your idea of fun?”

“Playtime!” I screamed excitedly as I raised both of my arms in the air.

“Playtime? You mean playing? With toys?” He looked at the gym bag I brought with me. “Do you have some playthings there?” he wanted to know.

“Daaaddddd!” I impishly slurred his name for the night. “We don’t need toys to play!”

“What do you have in mind then?”

“Oh, oh, oh... we can play hide and seek!” I eagerly suggested.

That made Luke chuckle, and I knew why. We were in a small room, and I was a big guy. I wouldn’t be able to hide anywhere in this joint even if my life depended on it.

“Anything else we can do besides that?” he asked while still sniggering.

Aw s**t! I realized how severely limited my ideas were. Playing horsey and riding his back? I’d just end up breaking his spine. Hovering over him as he lifts me up while I pretend like I’m flying? I was way too heavy for his thin and frail physique. Gliding down his legs as if they were a slide? I’d just shatter his bones.

I couldn’t think of anything we could do.

So I just shrugged.

“Nothing, huh?” he remarked. “Well, I’ve got an idea.”

My eyes lit up. I couldn’t wait to hear it. I flashed a wide smile, anticipating what he had in mind.

“I don’t think you’re ready for it though,” he informed me, teasingly. “I don’t think you’re big and strong enough for it.”

Oh-kay... suspension of disbelief time. I had to play along.

“I’m a big boy! And I’m a strong boy!” I skittishly argued. “I’m ready for it!”

“You sure?” he asked. A knowing grin formed on his face.

“Yeah!”

“There’s no turning back once we start, okay?” he warned me.

“I’m ready!” I assured him.

“Okay, if you say so, you big, strong boy. Prepare yourself then... for a tickle fight!” he revealed.

Quickly, his hands darted towards my ribs. He was too fast. I wasn’t able to avoid them. I clipped my arms, hoping to push his advances away, but he already had a solid position.

Then I felt his fingers wiggling... like worms burrowing deep into the soil...

Fuck! He got me! He got me good!

I began to laugh... wildly... fiercely... uncontrollably.

I tried my best to escape, jerking my body left and right and forward and backward... but I couldn’t. He kept following me, his hands firmly attached to the sides of my body. He kept poking and jabbing and digging and prodding and I couldn’t do anything but laugh. I laughed and laughed and laughed in gleeful anguish, tortured by agonizing delight.

“I told you... you’re not ready for this war,” he declared triumphantly, never abandoning his torrid approach.

“No! Please stop!” I guffawed, begging for him to put an end to the pleasurable suffering he was inflicting on me.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stepped up his game, propelling his entire body towards me as his finger began to bury themselves even deeper into my ribs.

I was laughing so hard that I was running out of breath. I kept pleading for him to cut it out, but the more I adjured, the more he tickled me.

Out of desperation, I retreated to the middle of the bed. There, on my back, I violently pumped my feet and flailed my arms, praying that such would be enough to keep him away from me.

None of them worked.

Immediately, he was on top of me, his hands searching for every vulnerable inch they could find... my tummy, my armpits, my neck, my n*****s, my inner thighs, my knees... even the soles of my feet weren’t spared.

“Dad... stop... please...” I implored, but he didn’t take my plea seriously. How could he? I was practically convulsing with laughter as I spoke.

I tried my best to push him away, but I couldn’t.

Hence, I decided to pull him closer to me... to close the gap between us... to give him less space to work with.

I might’ve pulled him a bit too close though.

His face drifted over mine, near enough that the tips of our noses touched.

Our mouths were but a few inches apart. I could feel the warmth of his breath. He could feel the rapid emanations of mine.

Our eyes met.

His smile disappeared. My laughter was muted.

An awkward silence.

An unplanned moment.

An act of fate.

I am what experts would call a self-aware little. I know my needs. I know the life I preferred to live. I’m cognizant of the fact that this is unusual... weird for most people, even. But I’m also confident enough to accept that this is who I am, and this is how I want to spend my life. That doesn’t mean that I’m stuck at thinking, acting and feeling like a little the whole time, however. No. I can choose when to enter this state of being - this little space, as it’s called. And I can choose when to exit it.

And now...

Now that Luke and I were at the crossroads...

Now that we were about to make a choice that would define who we really were to each other and how we would want to proceed...

I knew that I had to leave my little space. I knew that I had to be the adult me in order to process what was happening and to decide on what would happen next.

I knew I had to stop being a little.

But I couldn’t.

Luke was my daddy. I was his baby boy. And though this started with the unselfish goal of making him discover a side of him that needed to emerge, I found myself riddled with the selfish reason to stay this way because everything about this felt so right...

Everything about this felt so good...

And I didn’t want it to end.

His face began to descend by a few centimeters. Our lips brushed against each other like feathers skimming a canvass.

I was certain about what was coming.

But I’m not gay.

I’ve never been gay.

And I’ll never be gay.

I’ll never, ever be-

Oh, f**k this s**t!

I lifted my head to meet his waiting mouth as my hand reached for his nape. Our lips fastened into a passionate lock. I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled his body closer to mine. Our groins collided. Our hardened c***s crashed against each other. He shimmied. I writhed. Our d***s danced together like inseparable shadows under the moonlight.

We kissed for the longest time, refusing to release ourselves from each other’s grasp.

All the while, I was thinking...

I’m not gay...

But for him...

Perhaps I could make an exception...