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ANDY

I can’t help the grin as I read over the chat.

Maybe I do want to join, chat up a few Littles to see if they want to play with me too.

It’s been so damn long since I’ve let my Daddy side out.

Even if I can’t catch the attention of anyone online, that’s fine.

There will be more people at the club than just online.

Andy: You win. I’m going to chat up the group. What should my screen name be?

Kevin: You can’t see me, but I just fist pumped. You need this so bad.

Andy: ::laughing emoji:: you know me so well.

Which is why I asked him about a screen name.

Kevin: AttyAndy since you’re an attorney.

I contemplate it.

Andy: AttyAndy or DaddyAndy?

Kevin: Oh! Either!

I roll my eyes. Maybe I will use Daddy somewhere so everyone knows I’m a Daddy.

Andy: Thanks, gonna dive in now.

Kevin: GOOD LUCK! FINGERS AND TOES CROSSED!

Love him. I shake my head as I start the profile creation process. I’m glad I could get a trial profile to look at the chat, forum, whatever it is. Kevin said it was old school, but they were looking into starting their own official Discord, whatever the fuck that is.

Profile pic? Do I want to upload a picture?

No. No, I do not. I skip that part, but fill in everything else it asks. It’s like I’m reapplying to the club.

Once I’m officially in the forum, it looks like everyone else opted to add a profile picture and I panic.

The chat blows up. They’re making plans for Saturday dinner. I explore everyone’s profile, because of course I do.

RaccoonBandit seems to be popular among the Littles, though it looks like he hasn’t shown up to the club for a while.

He’d been silent for a long time after he announced he was coming this weekend, but after 10pm he’s chatty again.

He’s got that adorable hyper energy I want to soak in, but so do a lot of Middles and Littles. Soon he’s saying goodnight.

RaccoonBandit: N ight night. Even you mysterious lurker DaddyAttyAndy.

My face heats. I didn’t know they could tell I was reading the conversations. I guess that’s what the green light by my screen name means. I groan. Now I look like a creeper. I set my phone face down on my nightstand and rub my temples.

A ding sounds out, and I cock a brow at the device. Who the hell is contacting me at this time of night? Slowly, I retrieve my cell.

1 new private message.

I have a private message? I navigate back to the chat and bark out a laugh.

RaccoonBandit: Sorry for calling you out ::hides:: I couldn’t help it.

I watched that green dot all day, and you never said anything.

Mysterious Daddy with no profile pic makes us all wonder who you are.

I’m Trevor btw. I’ve been coming to Playful Pleasures since I was 19.

It’s the best. I just wish I didn’t live an entire hour away.

Ugh! Anyway, welcome to the forum! I hope you poke around and chat with us sometime.

We’re getting a Discord server soon for more chaos :D The club wants to make sure it’s secure or something before we launch it.

I don’t know, but it’ll be nice to be in this century LOL!

I should probably go to bed, but I had to message you an apology first. I don’t normally call people out like that ::hides again:: Please forgive me.

If I didn’t already think he was adorable from his chat interactions to begin with, I would now.

RaccoonBandit—Trevor’s—profile doesn’t show his face, but he has a slim fit build in footie pjs that has raccoons all over them.

Plus, he’s holding an adorable pink raccoon stuffie to his chest. Who can resist how cute a Little is holding a stuffie?

I sure as fuck can’t. I can’t just leave him hanging, but what the fuck do I say?

DaddyAttyAndy: Hello, Trevor. Nice to meet you.

I’m Andy and very old school (but not old old.

I’m only 33 myself. I just dislike social media type stuff).

There’s nothing to forgive, gives me incentive to chat on the forum with everyone.

There seems to be a good group of people here.

I’m hoping to meet you all this weekend.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to the club.

Lots of work going on. I hope you sleep well. —Andy

And send.

I sound like a stiff old guy. Maybe I should add a picture.

Doesn’t have to be my face, right? But might as well be.

I take a quick pic with my phone and upload it.

Then delete it almost as fast. My heart pounds.

I want people to see me, not my face. Too many people ogle me because they find me attractive.

I want a connection with someone beyond how we look together.

Maybe this was a bad idea. I pick up one of the stuffed mini bears from inside my nightstand and take a picture of it in my hand.

Cute. Teddy goes back in the drawer and I slump into bed, cursing myself for overthinking. I’m better than this!

RaccoonBandit: Welcome to the forum Andy. I’d chat, but I need sleeps. Night night.

And with that sweet message, my heart melts.