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Chapter 16 Alex

I wasn’t completely ignorant about my... inclination.

I always knew I wanted, and often needed, to be a child... a

baby to be exact... and I didn’t just dismiss that aspect of my

being as something that I just had to live with. I did some research, I read

some materials, I joined online forums, and I even talked to some people

(only on the internet though, and only through chatting) who shared the same

predicament. I had a good idea about what I was going through.

And I realized, quite early, that reverting to a childlike state was

something that was well within my control. People called it ‘little space,’ a

reality which I can slip in and out of at will. Sometimes, of course, it was

more difficult to exit this condition as the challenges of everyday living make

me want to stay within its shell and away from everything else.

As Chad continued to lead my hand in squishing his rock-hard p***s and

guiding it to stroke his manhood slowly and carefully, I knew that I had to

stop being a baby to provide for him the pleasure which he wanted from me.

The heat our bodies were both emitting, the thrill that we were both

experiencing with the slightest brush against each other’s skin, the way our

voices have began to shudder and weaken to eventually give way to sensual

moans, the way our gazes never left each other... we were about to have s*x.

That much was certain. And that made me afraid... about how I’d fare, about

how I’d live up to his expectations, about how far he was willing to go, about

how far I wanted him to go...

About how he would feel making love to a... baby.

It just didn’t feel right, and I was afraid that he’d come to realize that it

was a bit perverted. That’d turn him off, and this... all of this... would come to

an end.

I didn’t want that to happen. I had to get out of little space before things

escalated further between us.

But it was hard. It was very hard.

“Do you like that, baby boy?” he’d ask and I’d get even more aroused in

agreement. “Daddy’s here for you,” he’d murmur and my heart would

explode with glee.

He let go of my hand and lied on the bed, staring upwards as he rested his

neck over his hands. I ceased stroking his c**k, thinking that he wanted me to

stop. He gave me a perplexed look.

“You don’t want this no more, pumpkin pie?” he wondered, a reaction

which surprised me.

I responded by holding his d**k and by gliding my hand up and down his

shaft once again.

“Ah, there you go... that’s it... slow and easy...” he mewled with pleasure

as he closed his eyes and smiled as if he was savoring every motion I made.

He seemed like he was enjoying it. A lot.

And that made me very happy.

But I wanted to make him even happier.

After a minute or so of giving him a hand job, I drew my head closer to

his p***s. He noticed my movement. He tilted his head upwards, shocked by

what I was about to do.

I, myself, was shocked by what I was about to do.

Still holding his massive c**k, I began to lick its tip like it was ice cream.

Slow and easy, he said... the rate he preferred. And that’s how I nibbled his

dick. Slow and easy, relishing every inch of his luscious manhood which was

both saline and sweet to my taste.

Soon enough, he was moaning continuously. Each groan was louder than

the last.

“I... I-Is... Is a b-b-baby supposed to... to do that?” he struggled to ask

while he was lost in elation.

No, a baby’s not supposed to do this. But I didn’t care. Not now. All I

desired was to please my daddy.

Soon enough, I was swallowing him whole, sliding my moist lips up and

down his shaft, sucking fervently every time his d**k would go deeper inside

my mouth.

He was losing it, moaning like the wind in a stormy night. My hands

reached for his chest until I found his n*****s. I rubbed them a bit before

pinching them in rhythm with my oral strokes. That made him howl in

euphoric satisfaction.

“O-Oh God, b-b-baby boy...” he mumbled. “Y-You’re gonna... gonna

make daddy... come in your... mouth...”

That idea excited me a lot, so I quickened my pace.

He enjoyed it so much that I thought he’d climax right there and then.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he pushed me away and got up to a sitting position.

“Hey, baby boy, you’re gonna make daddy come,” he repeated. “But

daddy wants you to be happy too.”

Oh wow.

I was so engrossed in trying to please him that I didn’t even think about

myself. But he was thinking of me and my own happiness.

My daddy... he really cares for me.

And maybe... maybe... maybe my daddy loves me too.

“Now, how can daddy give you what you want?” he asked with a wink

and a playful grin.

I smiled back.

I knew exactly what I wanted.

I pushed his chest downwards until he was lying on the bed once more. I

unclasped my diaper and removed it. I crawled up to him, meeting his nose

with my nose, his mouth with my mouth, his lips with my lips, and

eventually, his tongue with my tongue.

We kissed and cuddled and pressed against each other’s naked bodies.

Our c***s, both hard and throbbing with zealous anticipation, clashed against

each other like swords in savage battle.

Soon, I mounted him. I wanted more of my daddy... so much more...

I wanted him.

All of him.

Inside me.

I spread my legs, held his rigid d**k and positioned it just outside my

hole. He didn’t resist that act. Instead, he arched his back to push his cock

towards my ass.

Then I winced as I felt some pain after the initial entry. Daddy noticed it

and he immediately withdrew.

“Everything okay, baby boy?” he asked with concern.

I just nodded, still recoiling from the sudden rush of ache.

My hole wasn’t moist and the saliva on daddy’s c**k has dried up from

all the humping we’ve done. I needed some kind of lubricant, but the only

option I could think of was the shampoo in the bathroom.

It was too far from me.

I didn’t want to leave the bed. I didn’t want to leave my daddy. I didn’t

want to interrupt this moment.

Then I saw something on the side of the bed... something which I have

previously set aside as useless.

The milk that my daddy prepared.

I immediately grabbed it and opened the lid, pouring some of its content

on my palm. I rubbed it all over his p***s.

Daddy just looked at me, trying to stifle a smile. It seemed like he was

both shocked and amused at the same time.

His shaft was dripping with milk.

It was ready.

I reassumed the position which I earlier abandoned - on top of him with

his d**k pointing straight into my bum hole. My hand pressed against his

chest, my way of telling him to lie still, to let me do all that was needed to be

done.

Slowly, I dropped my butt on his groin.

Slowly, his c**k slid inside my hole.

Slowly, the pain came.

The ache was sharp, but it was made bearable by the astute rapture that

the moment brought.

After that first thrust, the succeeding ones were nothing short of ecstatic.

I rode him non-stop, helping him shove his lumber-like rod harder and

harder inside me, feeling him completely like our bodies were unifying... like

our souls were merging... like our hearts were beating as one.

I moaned and moaned and no longer cared if I didn’t sound like a baby.

I was with him... with Chad... with my daddy...

Just thinking about it gave me so much joy.

Feeling him inside drowned me in the rapturous waters of pure

satisfaction.

Harder and harder I went...

Faster and faster I rode...

Louder and louder I wailed...

Stronger and stronger swirled the thrill in my gut...

A deep need that made me feel so much anguish and pleasure...

A desperate battle for control that I was about to lose...

And I surrendered...

To the sheer bliss he was giving me...

To everything he was making me feel...

To all that he was to me...

To all that he was for me...

Chad...

My...

“Daddy!” I yelled as I exploded, my c*m shooting out of my c**k and

splattering all over his wide chest. Some drops even reached his cheeks, but

he didn’t flinch at all. Instead, he watched me intently, delighted and

satisfied. “Daddy!” I screamed once again as I continued to climax. “Oh

daddy, daddy, daddy!” I kept shouting the name I wanted him to go by for the

rest of my life. The moment was coming to an end, exhilaration was being

replaced by fatigue, my body was swiftly weakening and I was about to

collapse on him. “D-Daddy,” I muttered as I fell on his torso. “Daddy,” I

whispered feebly. “I love you.” I murmured, my voice as soft as silence.

Oh s**t!

I shouldn’t have said that.

I was so caught up with my orgasm that I uttered something that I knew

would just ruin things.

I was so freaking stupid.

I expected the worst. I expected him to push me away, to shower me with

expletives, to kick me out of the apartment, to start avoiding me like the

plague.

But none of those happened.

Instead, I felt his hand caress the back of my head as his fingers tenderly

combed my hair.

“I...” he seemed hesitant to reply, like he was gathering his thoughts. “I

think I love you too,” he continued.

And I stopped breathing.

I lifted my head to look at him. He was smiling at me. He meant what he

said.

“Daddy?” was all I could respond with.

“Baby boy... I figured things out,” he started to explain. “I’ve lost

something the past few years and I didn’t even have a clue what it was. It sent

my life on a downward spiral and I didn’t even realize it. But then, you came,

and you made me know what I was missing. Best of all, you gave me back

what I’ve lost. And now... now I’m whole again.”

There were a million things I wanted to tell him. But no words came out

of my mouth. I was speechless... because never in my life have I ever felt that

happy... because I was so overwhelmed by joy that I couldn’t even talk...

because I wanted to be his baby boy forever, and baby boys don’t react with

heartfelt spiels.

Baby boys just giggle when they’re content.

And that’s what I did.

I giggled.