The last installment of Wedding Gift
The first installment of Wedding Gift
The play date was set up. I’d gone through friends and found other men with littles in the city and chatted with a few of them in the week since Toby had been with us. A man named Roger had a boy about Toby’s age.
His name was Benji, and he was a university student, too. He’d been with Roger for over four years and had always been very well-behaved.
Benji enjoyed the little life of a toddler, whereas I thought Toby might fluctuate between toddler and infant. He certainly enjoyed being cradled and nursed.
I was glad to hear Benji hadn’t been potty-trained yet. I didn’t want Toby to feel like he was behind in his development. I wanted him to be happy where he was.
I lumbered back and forth in Toby’s nursery, folding some new clothes I bought him. Something suitable for play dates with another little. I knew he’d love the lions on the shirt I’d bought him paired with a cute pair of shorts with enough room for his puffy diaper bum.
I loved how he waddled in it; his little butt shifting back and forth.
Toby was due to arrive soon. Eric had gone to pick him up because I didn’t like the idea of Toby driving. I knew he was an adult, but that’s not how I saw him. I wanted to protect him.
There was a commotion at the front door of laughter and movement, then Toby came rushing into the nursery and threw his arms around my middle in a big hug.
“Daddy, I’m home.”
I swear to God, those words almost made my heart stop.
I held him tight against me with one hand, then combed my fingers through his absolute riot of dark curls. “Yes, you are, good boy. Daddy is so glad to see you home safe and sound.”
Toby needed to get out of his outside clothes. I stepped back and started with his shirt. It went onto the crib mattress, where I could fold it later. Next were his pants. Tight jeans that I did not approve of. I shuffled them off his hips and smiled when I saw his underwear.
I touched one of the baby lions decorating the white cotton briefs. “Where did you get these?”
“Ordered them online. They make me feel good. Like I’m cared for.”
I frowned. Toby had hinted at an issue between him and his parents. I already didn’t like them. Why would such a beautiful child be out in the world feeling like he wasn’t cared for?
“They’re very cute.”
I chuckled as Toby roared for me and then giggled. He was already regressing. Roger and Benji would be here in fifteen minutes, so I needed to get Toby changed.
I patted the change table. “Up you get.”
Toby clambered up and lay flat on his back, legs ready to be lifted … thumb in his mouth. Silly me. I’d forgotten to give him a dummy. I collected one from a container of clean ones and popped it into his mouth. His jaw immediately went to work as he sucked on it.
The cute underwear was easy to slip off, exposing his soft dick, practically encased by his full balls. My boy was a grower. I cupped his balls and rubbed my thumb up and down his shaft. It swelled slightly. Maybe I should consider locking it up, so he couldn’t get an erection.
I was getting his diaper organized under his butt when he started peeing. I was quick to slap the top part of the diaper over his penis and hold it there until he was done.
That could’ve been quite a mess. He would’ve needed a bath. The cool air must have tickled him to tinkle. I would need to keep an eye on that and be more careful.
With a fresh diaper on, Toby climbed down, and I helped him to dress. He was having trouble getting his arms through the sleeves of the lion shirt.
He roared at me again as he looked down at it.
As I was slipping his shorts on, the doorbell rang.
“Your play friend is here,” I said to him. Toby bustled over to the door and tried to open it, but couldn’t get his hand to grip it properly. I opened it for him, and he took off down the hall.
When I arrived in the living room, the two boys were facing each other, just looking as they sucked away on their dummies.
Toby lifted the front of his shirt. “I have lions.”
“I have lions, too.”
Toby nodded, then touched Benji’s shirt. “I like your turtles.”
Eric, busy behind them, dumped a box of blocks and cars onto the carpet. The boys immediately sat down and started playing.
I walked over to Roger and shook his hand. “They seem to be getting on all right.” I took a seat beside him on the sofa, aware I was causing my side to sink lower than his.
“They do. I’m glad you called me. Benji’s best friend recently moved away.”
I sat beside him. “That’s a shame. So hard when they’re little.”
“He’s been moping around the house. He was so excited to come here.”
I nodded. “Toby is new, as I told you. He’s taken to it well so far, but I’m not sure how far I can push him when it comes to extra play time.”
“One way to find out.” Roger turned away from me. “Benji, be a good boy and give Toby a kiss. I think he needs one to let him know you want to be friends.”
Benji shuffled closer to Toby, spat out his dummy, and gave Toby a kiss on the cheek.
Toby giggled and placed his hand where Benji had kissed him. He looked so innocent and shocked, it made my heart sing. There was so much joy I wanted him to experience.
“I meant for you to kiss him on the lips.”
Benji reorganized himself until he was kneeling in front of Toby. Without using his hands, he leaned forward and gave Toby a quick kiss on the lips.
It had no sexual desire attached to it.
I wanted to see more. Test how far Toby was willing to go.
“Toby, get Benji to lie down and then pull his shorts off.”
My boy looked at me for a moment, then over at Benji. The cogs in his brain were turning. We hadn’t discussed what play dates might entail.
He made a decision and pushed Benji over, making Benji giggle.
Toby was awkward in his movements, but he soon had Benji’s shorts off. Then he looked at me, waiting for his Daddy to tell him what he should do next.