by Laurie Lochs
My heart melted. "I get my own room?"
I was under the astute impression we'd share bunk beds. Isn't that what real boys did?
Nathan pushed open the door. My jaw dropped. The room was enormous. In the corner, there was a crib-like bed with a mobile hanging over the ceiling. The wallpaper was little teddy bears holding rattles and other baby things. Through the window, I saw the expansive view of the Little Rocky Mountains reaching towards the sky.
"It's beautiful," I whispered.
Nathan took my hand and led me to the bed. We took off our socks and cuddled. "You can cuddle with your Daddy here, if you like.”
I giggled. "I'd love that very much."
We sat in bed for some time. Then, Nathan pulled off the sheets. But his jaw dropped when he glanced at my body.
"Hey," he said. He scratched his cheek. "Did you ever notice one of your legs is shorter than the other?"
And that was enough to send my heart seizing in my chest.
Chapter 4
Oscar
The milkshakes on the floor having been mopped up, Brent and Joe led me back to the career center and shut the door behind us. Though Paul was still washing up in the kitchen and getting the blender put away, Brent and Joe wanted to go over the fundamentals of the ranch with me to make sure my boy would be comfortable.
"So, Oscar," Joe said, spreading out on a comfortable chair. “We're dying to know how you and sweet Calloway met."
I grinned. "It's actually a funny story."
"We've got time for laughs."
"Cal was a student in my Spanish class. Spanish was his major at Montana State. Every day, he would come into class and we’d go over exercises. He was always a quiet boy. He sat in the back row and never contributed. For the first three months, I was confident he was failing. But when he aced his final, I knew he was one of those shy students who doesn’t speak but is actually really smart."
Joe nodded slowly. "You just described me to a T."
"After the class ended, I realized he'd missed the day I'd handed back the finals. I shot him a quick email to pick up his final at my office. He accepted. When we were in the office, I made a comment about how intelligent he was. I asked him why he didn't speak up more. He couldn’t give me an answer."
"That makes perfect sense. He was a shy little virgin boy."
"That's partially it. The truth was that he had such a wild crush on me he got nervous every time he opened his mouth to speak. He didn't tell me this until later."
"But how did you get together?"
"I offered him supplemental tutoring the following semester. He needed it, especially since he wanted to get a masters in Spanish language. I offered to coach him, even though he was no longer in my class. One thing led to another. We became close. One Monday afternoon, I was tutoring him when a baby blue pacifier suddenly slipped out of his backpack and landed straight on my desk. That was how I discovered his secret."
Brent was smirking like a maniac. "Oh my God. What did you do?”
"I picked up the pacifier and handed it to him. I asked him if he had a little sibling. He shook his head. Then, I asked him, ‘Boy, tell me why there's a pacifier laying on my desk.’ His cheeks burst into flames. He sucked in his cheeks and stared at his feet. I discovered it was because he was looking for a Daddy. That's how I knew."
Joe clapped slowly. "Jesus Christ. So he's got more balls than he lets on."
I burst into laughter. "You could say that. He’s the sweetest boy I've met in my life."
We continued talking. Brent shared the story of how he met Nathan at Jim’s Accounting in Bozeman. Eventually, I popped a question I’d been meaning to ask since our conversation begun.
"I wanted to ask both of you for advice."
"What is it?” Joe said.
"There's something on my boy’s mind. I can tell it’s there but he hasn't come forward to tell me."
Brent bit his lip. "Does it have to do with the way he walks?"
"Yes. He's had a small limp since I met him. But he’s never told me what's wrong."
Joe nodded slowly. "That makes sense. When I first met Dennis, I knew there were things he was keeping from me. But that's completely normal. You can't expect him to tell you everything, even after a year."
I nodded. "I just hope he's not bottling it up inside."
"Trust that he'll come to you when the time is right. It might be sooner than you think."
I mulled this over. It was true. I shouldn't force Calloway into offering information he wasn't ready to. I wasn’t prying information from a terrorist. It could cause a serious rift in our relationship.
After talking, Brent and Joe joined Paul in the kitchen and we popped open beers. We went to the backyard and flicked on the grill. We were making ribs tonight for our hungry boys.
But I couldn't help think that Calloway was keeping a dark secret inside.
Chapter 5
Calloway
Sweat pooled in my armpits as I stared at Nathan. My limbs trembled. No one had ever set it straight out like that before, pointed it out like I wouldn’t take offense. I knew he wasn't trying to be mean but it still hurt. Bad.
"I…" I stammered. My eyes flitted around the room that suddenly seemed a lot less comforting than before. "I don't like talking about it."
Dennis’s jaw dropped. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry, Calloway. I had no idea."
"No, no. It's totally fine. I just don't talk about it, that's all."
Nathan nodded adamantly. "I completely understand. There are some things I don't talk about, either."
My ears perked up. "Like what?"
I didn't realize how stupid my question was until Nathan turned to me with a very funny expression on his face. "That's why I don't talk about them."
"Oh my God," I said, bursting into laughter. "Now I’m the insensitive one. I'm sorry."
Nathan giggled. "It's okay. I'm lying, anyways. I don't really have anything that's off limits. Except…"
"Except what?"
Nathan took a deep breath. "Well, sometimes in the playroom, Jacob’s Daddy changes his diaper and it makes me excited inside. Every time he does it, I try to focus on my play but it kills my concentration. I can't help but glance over and stare at Jacob as he's being changed."
Something stirred within me. “What’s it like?"
Nathan took a troubled breath. "Jacob's Daddy pulls his pajamas down and squeezes his diaper. This is called a diaper check. Then, he peels off the diaper and sets it aside. If Jacob’s used the diaper, the contents will sit on his body until Daddy Paul cleans him."
I bit my lip. "How does he clean it?"
"With baby wipes. He wipes Jacob’s cock, balls, taint and ass. Then, he deposits the baby wipes and the dirty diaper in the garbage. He cleans Jacob with a fresh wipe and pulls out the Johnson's baby powder. After sprinkling it over Jacob's naked body, he fastens a brand-new fluffy diaper on Jacob and pulls his pajamas back up so he can play."
“Oh my God." Why did that sound so hot to me? I'd been into little things like pacifiers and rattles and stuffed animals my entire life but I'd never once thought to actually wear a diaper. I'd seen it on PornHub but I'd never heard about it in real life.
It sounded hot.
"That's my deepest, darkest secret. I kind of want to try a diaper, too.”
My cheeks flushed. "That sounds incredible. If you try, can you invite me to watch? I want to see."
Nathan nodded. His cheeks were flushed. His eyes flickered with excitement. "Of course. I might even like if Jacob and Dennis watched, too."
My body was doing funny things as Nathan told me this words. I squeezed my legs together. My cock was rock hard. Why was this turning me on?
"Nathan," I said, adjusting myself on the bed. "If you can tell me that, then I can share my secret too. Just know that I've never shared it with anyone."
"I understand."
“I-It’s very difficult to speak about. It happened when I was 11 years old."
"What are you talking about?"
I sighed. "Climbing trees."
Nathan breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh. Okay. Go on."
"It was my brother Peter who made me do it. He was three years younger than me but he was a daredevil. He climbed trees, jumped bridges, and always came home late when he was a teenager. When I was 11, he convinced me to climb a big pine tree in the dog park by our house. It was fenced off so no one would be around to find us."
Nathan nodded. He was picturing the scene in his head.
"I followed Peter's lead. We climbed the tree. I was terrified the entire time. I didn't want him to tell my parents I was a pansy. Especially since they'd found a pair of little boy pajamas in my dresser the week before. I needed to prove I was a man."
Nathan grinned. "You were a strong man at 11. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
"I followed Peter up the tree. I was terrified. My heart was beating out of my chest and the entire ground swayed beneath me. At the top, my nerves got the best of me and I had to climb down. I went down a few branches but then one suddenly snapped when I saw a squirrel in front of me. I screamed and blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. My left leg was fractured in three places. They told me it would heal completely but it didn't. I've never been able to walk straight again."
Nathan's eyes widened. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
“It’s…” I stammered. “It’s nothing, really.”
"Is it painful?"
I shook my head. "I’m sometimes thrown off balance but that’s it. I was lucky it wasn't a severe fracture. I didn't have to get bone-lengthening surgery. But I trip over easily. Please don't tell anyone, Nathan. I couldn't handle it if you did."
"I wouldn't ever." Nathan rushed towards me and threw his arms around me. "This is our secret, okay?"
I nodded quickly. "Thank you so much. This means the world to me."
Nathan blushed. "I mean, I think you should tell your Daddy too, but it's our secret for now.”
I laughed. "Thank you for being my friend."
Nathan kissed my cheek. My skin burst into flames.
Suddenly, I wondered what it would be like to have Daddy Oscar sleep with me in this bed. We'd only gone all the way a couple of times. This was the perfect place to do it. The teddy bears on the walls, the view of the mountain, the stuffed animals tucked into covers. This was a little's paradise.
Take me, Daddy. I want you to breed me on this little bed.
Chapter 6
Oscar
"Jacob," Daddy Paul said, "can you pass the maple syrup?"
Jacob grinned and slid the small bottle of amber liquid across the table. "Yes, daddy. Anything for you."
Daddy Paul smiled and applied a healthy amount to his pancakes. I rubbed Calloway's hand. Then, I made an incision in his stack of pancakes and brought a forkful to his lips.
"Open wide, baby. These are going to be the best pancakes you've had in your life."
Calloway giggled and accepted the load. "They're yummy, daddy. They taste like clouds."
I draped my arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. Today was our first official day at Neverland. Last night after ribs, we'd made a fire and s'mores around the campfire. We shared stories about our most ridiculous times in the ABDL community and everything we did to learn about it. It was a beautiful night. Calloway had never felt more at peace.
Today, he was excited to start his brand-new adventure in Neverland. Before breakfast, I'd spoken with the other daddies and we'd decided to go on a nature walk. The mountains were far-reaching and you could climb them forever. We planned to go up a particular peak called Mount Crest nestled in the valley, which was at the foot of our property. Daddy Joe informed us that it boasted some of the most magnificent views in the entire state. That it was in Neverland was a lucky fortune.
"Are we almost ready?" Calloway's voice was soft and inquiring.
I grinned. "Yes, sweet boy. Drink your coffee and we’re ready to go."
Calloway picked up the coffee and brought it to his lips. "It's bitter, daddy. I need something to go with it."
I reached for the cream and deposited two servings into the cup. I stirred it and brought it back to my cute boy’s lips. This time, he flicked his tongue over the rim and accepted the mouthful.
"It's delicious, daddy. Thank you so much."
"Yes, sweet boy. It's Daddy Joe's special roast from the Andes Mountain region of Colombia. He got it from a little town called Armenia, three hours east of Ibagué."
Calloway's eyes glistened. "I didn't know you knew so much about coffee."
I laughed. "I'm a bit of a connoisseur."
We finished breakfast. The boys rushed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I stayed with Daddy Joe and Brett to discuss our plans.
“We're going to take the east trail up the mountain and stop at the lookout path. In our refrigerated backpacks, we're going to pack turkey sandwiches and plenty of vegetables like carrot sticks and celery for our hungry boys."
“That's an incredible plan. They're going to be happy to get in nature together."
"Exactly. They're going to bond and grow closer. That's what Neverland’s about.”
When the boys came out of the kitchen, we took them to their respective rooms to get them ready for the big hike. After opening the dresser in room number 4, I selected a dark green t-shirt that I draped over my beautiful boy’s slim body and a pair of khakis that made his ass look incredible. My cock stirred. I wanted to rip the khakis off and take him in the middle of the bed.
Unfortunately, we had plans.
Plans in nature.
Plans that didn't involve pounding my boy’s sweet hole until he couldn't say anything but "daddy."
After tying my boy’s laces, we were off. We hopped in Daddy Joe's jeep and drove to the foot of the mountain. Nathan's jaw dropped when he saw the incline.
“Holy fuck. It’s steeper than I imagined."
Daddy Brent immediately slapped Nathan's ass. "No cussing, boy. You're setting a bad example for sweet Calloway."
Nathan blushed. "I'm sorry, daddy. It slipped out."
Daddy Brent squeezed Nathan's ass again. Nathan quivered and swooned in his grip. Clearly, Nathan liked a little punishment and humiliation. Would Calloway like the same?
I took Cal’s hand and faced him. "Sweet boy," I began, "we're going to head up the mountain. If you get nervous at any point, just tell me. We’ll make it better."
Calloway bit his lip. It was obvious he was terrified to climb this high. He'd never been in nature, growing up in Bozeman. He was a city boy.
But I knew he was up for the challenge. I squeezed his hand and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered and he burst into a grin.
"I'm ready, daddy."
"You're an amazing, adventurous boy."
We took off. Halfway up, Dennis and Jacob paused in the middle of the trail. Nathan and Brent were far ahead, paving the way. Jacob and Dennis glanced at one another and then immediately spotted a fun task they wanted to try.
"Calloway," Dennis said, grabbing my boy's hand. "Look! Wouldn't that be fun to climb?"
Calloway froze in the spot.
It was a tree.
Chapter 7
Calloway
My knees trembled as I stared at Jacob and Dennis. What the hell were they thinking? Did they really want to climb this tree?
My childhood flashed back like a horrible nightmare. All at once, I was at the top of the enormous white pine with my little brother, the ground swaying beneath us in the wind. A squirrel darted in front of me and suddenly I was flying to the ground, shattering my limbs. Then, I was in the hospital, waking up to the sound of a doctor telling my mother I might never be able to walk again. "His leg is shattered. He'll need to wear a brace. But the leg will be so weak he may not be able to use it for the rest of his life."
I gulped and wiped my palms on my khakis. I glance at Daddy Oscar. Was he going to let these boys do this? Wasn't
he supposed to protect me and stop them from sending me to my death again?
"Come on, Calloway. Don't be a scaredy-cat."
Jacob's voice shook me to the core. My entire body was shaking. I took a deep breath to center myself but it was no use. The ground trembled beneath me. Just like when I was with my brother. It was all coming back. There was nothing I could do.
"We'll be back in five minutes, boys. You go on without him.” Daddy Oscar’s voice was firm and strong.
Jacob and Dennis looked at each other. They shrugged.
A firm hand gripped and led me to a small clearing, sitting me on my knee. When I glanced up, I saw it belonged to Oscar.
"Daddy," I whispered. My voice was trembling. "I'm so scared."
"I can see that, boy. Please. Tell daddy what you're afraid of."
I open my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. "I… I'm having trouble finding the words."
Daddy Oscar wrapped his arms around my waist. "Tell your daddy, boy. He'll be able to help."
This is my moment. I'm never going to get this again.
"When I was a boy, I had a major accident. I was exploring the woods with my brother Peter. We stumbled across a pine tree that rose towards the clouds. It was big enough for 20 boys to climb on. For some reason I was scared to go on."
Daddy Oscar nodded. He understood fear.
I took a deep breath. "I didn't want to climb it. But my brother Peter pressured me into going on the first branch. He called me a scaredy-cat pansy. Normally, I wouldn't have paid any attention to him. But my parents had found a secret stash of pacifiers and my rocket ship pajamas in my drawer the week before. They thought I was a wuss. I needed to prove them wrong."
Oscar’s face softened. "I understand what you're saying, boy. My last baby boy had something similar happen. He had a package of grown-up diapers in his closet. One day, his mother stumbled across them. She posted on Reddit asking for advice. But she didn’t realize his name was in the picture. When it went viral, it embarrassed him forever."