His manhood was like nothing I’d seen before.
“Mister… it’s so big!”
“I know, and it’s all yours.”
I licked my lips, my heart beating like a galloping horse. I leaned down and closed my eyes. I was going to do this. I was going to give him a blowjob and make Mister feel like he was one of the luckiest men in the whole world.
I wrapped my lips around his hardness, his pre-cum already layering my tongue. He said nothing, his eyes continuing to admire me, and then his hand went to me and settled on my head.
I smiled.
I knew how this was going to be, how it was going to be played. He was going to dictate the pace and I was going to follow each and every command of his. How could I not? This was my Mister and I depended on him for my happiness. Without him, I’d be a nobody.
I bobbed up and down on him, making him tilt his head back, close his eyes and begin to moan. His moans filled the interior of the car, and all I could think about was how I was going to continue pleasing him from now on.
Mister was such a manly man. I’d seen his abs before, and they looked like something that came straight out of another world. I’d touched them before too, feeling their hardness. It made me have so many dirty thoughts then, and most of them I made happen.
The veins of his manhood continued to pulse while I pleased him, my hands playing with his balls. They felt heavy with his milk, and the feeling of the ruggedness of his ballsack made my pee-pee achieve full-mast in an instant.
I wondered if he was going to give me a blowjob too, but then again, maybe all he needed right now was this blowjob and then, once we were done here, we were going back home. I wasn’t complaining. When getting back there, he was going to make a late-night dinner for us and then cuddle with me on his bed before we both fell asleep.
I was already waiting for that to happen – finding that too draining to wait for, more like. Mister filled the void in my life like no other, and the more this went on, the more I grew sure that, soon, I was going to marry the guy as well.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft once more, feeling the veins, the seeping pre-cum, his love for me, and assessing how close to blowing his load out he was. The more this went on, the longer it did, the closer I got to him – to his heart – and now knew, more than ever before – that there was going to be no coming back from this.
This was how my life was going to be like from this moment onwards.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I think I'm going to blow my load, little prince, and you are going to swallow it all down your throat. There's no other option.”
I didn't say anything, my heart still beating like a racing car. I was waiting for it. Waiting for his meaty rod to send rope after rope of his delicious, salty spunk inside my mouth, claiming me for his dominion once and for all.
He'd kind of claimed me before, but this was going to be different. From now on, not even a girl would be able to land her eyes on me without drawing suspicion – and envy – from my Mister.
His massive manhood throbbed, erupting inside my mouth. One long rope of his nutritious sperm after the other, he filled me to the brim with his essence, making me notice one more thing I was experiencing.
It was so soothing too, now that I knew this was reaching its end. His hand dictated the pace the whole time, but I almost didn't notice it happening.
It was almost like he and I were connected in a powerful, intense way. His hand, then, finally moved, and instead of doing anything with it, he just let it rest on my diapered buttocks.
“You look so cute right now with my dick still inside your mouth.”
I groaned a little while hoping that this moment was going to remain immutable, but still lifted my head and licked what was left of his spunk on my lips.
“And you, Mister, are making me feel like I shouldn't let this end here and now. There's still so much we could do together.”
The radio of his car was still playing that soothing music that I didn't know the genre of. I considered asking him about it, but didn't think it mattered at the moment anyway.
What mattered now was convincing him that we just couldn't end this dirty moment without me orgasming as well.
“I need it, Mister. My dick is so hard right now and I don't want to leave this beautiful lookout without making you do it for me.”
His fingers looked for the things that kept my diaper tapered and fixed around my hips, and one by one, he pulled them. It didn't take him long then to get the diaper off me. But it wasn't the only one that he needed to free from me.
Not the only one.
He removed the other diaper that was being in the way of us taking the next step in our relationship. We'd never done this kind of thing before.
Before this, all we did was to permit me to suck him off.
His hand then looked for my hard, little pee-pee. One of his hands was enough to engulf the whole thing, which he did. He looped his fingers around it, making me moan and half-close my eyes.
“Fuck. Now you are making me realize I've been missing something too good this whole time.”
“Your hand is so warm, Mister. If you don't hurry up, I think I might cum before the right time. And I want to extend this for as long as possible.”
“Alright,” he purred, leaning down and pecking my lips. “I'm going to make this last for as long as it needs.”
Moving up and down, he stroked my cock with his hand. I locked my eyes with him for a second before focusing on his hand and how my balls moved while he continued to please me.
I kind of hoped he would fuck my pucker inside his car tonight, but then thought that he didn't need to do it to continue loving me.
I threw my head backward and moaned, the loudness reverberating inside the car. My dick shook and I felt my sperm shooting out. That happened minutes later, so Mister did manage to make me last long enough. Long enough to appreciate the feeling of his calloused hand around my pee-pee.
My spunk layered his fingers. Then, he took his hands off my little hardness and brought it to his lips.
He stuck his tongue out and began to lick one finger clean at a time, his eyes remaining focused on me.
The sight of that mesmerized me, my mouth hanging open. He just turned me on so much that my cockie went full-mast in an instant once more.
His hands looked for mine, and his head leaned down to peck my lips again.
One moment later, he turned his head to contemplate the horizon, the city, and our house. Still couldn't believe I wasn’t going to have to find another home. I had a new home now.
“My little darling, I think I might be ready to fix one thing about you that you've been hiding this whole time from me.”
I turned my head to him, blinking. “What kind of thing?”
He just smiled without showing his teeth, and didn't say anything.
Should I be concerned about this turn of events?
Chapter 6
My hands were shaking. I didn’t think Mister was going to find out, behind my back, where my uncle lived. He’d taken me here to settle things with him and, once and for all, make him come to terms with the fact that I was a different kind of man – and always had been, and that there was nothing about that he could do.
He settled his hand on my shoulder, comforting me. My heart’s rate slowed down a little, but I still felt like I shouldn’t be here. I felt like I should be doing something much more fulfilling, pleasing and that made me feel good about myself.
But one glance at Mister’s face was enough to tell me he wasn’t going to change his mind about this. His fisted hand reached up and knocked on the door. There was no turning back now, unless I felt like running away and foregoing ever being with my Mister again. But that was unfeasible.
It wasn’t going to happen.
The door opened soon, and an old man with a balding head appeared on the other side. His eyes widened the moment they recognized me. I changed a lot since the last time he saw me, b
ut that’s the thing about meeting people that you knew well once – you never really forget them.
“Chris? Didn’t think I was going to see you today, and who’s this man here?”
“… My boyfriend, and my Mister.”
“Your Mister? What the hell are talking about?”
Mister interrupted me before I could respond to him, scrutinizing every single detail of our relationship. Good thing none of the neighbors were outside their homes, or else they would be rushing to me and then kissing me on the cheek and then telling me-
They were the only thing that had made living with him for years bearable.
“Can we continue this inside?” Andrew asked.
Uncle opened his mouth, but stuttered. I didn’t know why Mister needed to take me here and be doing this with me, forcing me to conciliate with my uncle. His mind was stuck in the past and he was never going to understand who I was, and why this path had been chosen for me.
I mean, this guy here was pretty conservative and wasn’t going to change his mind about the ‘weird things that I did, and opening my ass for other men.’
But he still stepped aside and allowed us in. He closed the door and I kind of wondered if he was going to rush to the kitchen, grab a knife, and then kill us with it. But that he didn’t do. What he did was to take us to the living room.
There, Mister explained our relationship further, and kept insisting on one thing I hadn’t thought he’d noticed. Because of my ‘experience’ living under my uncle’s roof for years, I couldn’t fall asleep without taking some addictive pills every night. I’d never talked to him about my medicine, but he must have noticed them standing on top of his dresser and… I guess I should have hidden them better.
Too late for that now, I presumed.
“Well, Mr. Andrew, I don’t like to talk about it much, but ever since Chris disappeared and he didn’t let me come see him when I found out where he was living, I’ve been… feeling a little bad about myself. I guess the whole thing hit me a little hard, and… Chris, I’m really sorry for all the evil things I said.”
I snapped my head upward, eyes bulging. “What? I don’t… get it. I thought you despised me.”
“For a long while, I did, but I was a worse man before. I’m better now. Since my wife died, I’ve learned that people, family, and having friends are some of the best things to have in the world, and all I want to say now too is… I want you to think of me as your friend. I’m not just your uncle – or at least, being only that is not enough.”
“Uncle…”
He stood up and offered his hand. “I know you can’t just forgive me out of the blue as if nothing happened. All I’m saying is that you should give me a chance. That’s all I need, and then we could begin thinking about going out, doing some things together, that sort of stuff. I don’t want to force anything on you, so we should take things slow.”
I blinked twice, not knowing what to be feeling at the moment. Uncle was telling me that he felt bad – and responsible for all the things that happened years ago – and the way he was looking at me now… He was making me conclude that he was being genuine. No lies tainted his words.
I took his hand and shook it gently. Why shouldn’t I? I didn’t like the man much yet, but I could give him a chance. A chance to prove that what happened was truly in the past now. He then smiled without showing his teeth, and that sight comforted me.
I then turned my head to Mister, and he was smiling too. He knew this was going to mean a lot to me, and I couldn’t have asked for someone better to be leading this unique occasion. Without him explaining all that needed to be mentioned, I would have just frozen and muttered without making any progress whatsoever.
I jumped off the couch and hugged my uncle. Then, I hugged Mister too and kissed him in front of the only man in my family that hadn’t approved of who I was. Seeing his old face one more time, I knew that this occasion was going to forever remain housed in my mind.
I just wouldn’t be able to forget what all this meant to me.
I broke the hug with both of them, and uncle offered, “So, wanna have dinner with me in that old restaurant you loved going to often when you were still living here?”
Epilogue
We had dinner there and ate like pigs, though the atmosphere ended up being a little too tense for my liking. Pardoning uncle for all the things he did to me was going to be hard, but I was more than willing to try.
Just didn’t know when it was going to happen.
I grabbed my coloring book and began to color some stuff on it, my Mister sitting on his couch and reading the sports news section of his newspaper. He was an old school kind of guy. He could just grab his phone and read the news that way, but he didn’t feel like doing it.
He never did.
I wore another double-diaper, and I just finished peeing in it. I covered my mouth to contain a giggle. Didn’t want Mister groaning about having to diaper me too early today. But maybe he didn’t have a choice. He was going to have to work soon. Go to work… I wished he didn’t have to go, but since I didn’t have a job anymore, he needed to work harder.
I didn’t have a job since he revealed his feelings to me.
He flipped another page and I thought he was going to say something, but didn’t. What he did was to sigh and close the newspaper, putting it down beside him. I kind of worried something I should know about was going on in his mind, but since it seemed he didn’t want to talk about it, I wasn’t going to insist.
His eyes found me, something different glazing over them. The way he was behaving was getting me worried, but maybe that was just my paranoia kicking in again. And I really didn’t want to sour this morning by bringing up a subject that he didn’t want to talk about.
We were lovers now, and soon we were going to get married. He hadn’t mentioned anything about that for the time being, but it was inevitable. Sooner or later he was going to offer me the ring, asking me to say yes to him, and I would have no choice but to obey his wishes.
His wishes to wed me and then make me forget all the bad things that happened in my life previous to our first meeting – after he got me out of the burning apartment and then brought me here to live with him.
“Mister… is there something that I should know about?” I asked, caving in.
He frowned a little. “No. Huh?” He stood up, avoiding my question. “I’m going out.”
“Going out? I thought you were going to work.”
“Yeah, that,” he said before grabbing his black suitcase and leaving the house, closing the door behind him.
I was a little, but I still could take care of myself. As soon as he turned on the engine of his car and left, I stood up and headed to our bedroom, where we had our computer. I pressed the button and waited until the screen flashed to life.
I found some online games that I played with my friends. They were all littles, so I was able to turn on the webcam and show them the double-diaper that I was wearing. It looked so cute and they couldn’t stop commenting on it, which made me feel jubilant and forget that my Mister had seemed worried.
But then I brought that up just when we were about to finish the match.
“Guys, I don’t know how to say this, but something seems to be bothering my Mister, and I want to find out what it is.”
They all suggested multiple reasons, but only one stuck with me. Maybe he was going to offer me a wedding ring, get on his knees in front of me, and then ask me to marry him. Could it be that it was at last going to happen? I didn’t want to build unrealistic expectations and then get disappointed, so I decided to push the thought away, for now.
When the sun fell in the distance, kissing the sky with bloodshot colors, Mister came back. He pulled the car over and stepped into the house. I rushed from my hiding spot and hugged him, almost making him fall on his ass.
“Oh, my little man. Is something worrying you? You are acting a little strange all of a sudden.”
“I just want to s
ay that I love you too much, and… if there’s something you wanted to tell me before but couldn’t, I want to know all about it now.”
He smiled without showing his teeth. “Well, now that you mention it,” he said, his hand reaching for the back pocket of his pants. Out of it he got a small velvet box. My heart skipped a beat, finding it almost impossible that he was going to ask me in marriage – at long last, it was going to transpire.
“I’m going to go ahead and say yes,” I said in a hurry, covering his mouth with a barrage of kisses.
“I knew you were going to.”
“So, that was what had gotten you looking a bit different than normal this morning?” I probed, cocking my head to the side.
He rubbed the back of his head, and I moved away from him a little, giving him space. “Yeah, that was it. I didn’t know how to break it to you in person. I’m not too good with that sort of thing. I’m just so glad now that you said yes, though. This couldn’t have turned out any better, even if I knew how to proceed.”
I smirked. “You are such a mystery, Mister. You managed to explain everything to my uncle and then make him see reason, but now you are acting like you don’t really know how to use words.”
“Yeah, I’m just like that,” he commented, pulling me to him and then spinning me with him, washing away anything that might have gotten me worried me before. Now that I knew the direction this was taking, there was nothing capable of souring this moment.
I was going to forever be his little, and I couldn’t have asked for a better Mister.
The End
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