Page 4 of Little Treat

“Hey, baby,” I said, squeezing it in my arms, and I lay in bed with it for a moment. “You think I’ll ever find someone who accepts all of me?”

The teddy didn’t respond, but my chubbed cock brushed up against the bottom of it. There was a flap on the bottom—self-made, with a fleshlight rammed inside it. To say this teddy was my favorite might’ve been an understatement, since it was the only one that was... you know, pleasing me.

My phone buzzed in my onesie pouch, tickling my belly.

It washim.

Hey, it’s Logan.

Immediately, no thought behind it, I responded.Hi, what took you so long?

I’ve been chasing that note all around town. It got swept away by the wind. That’s no lie. I think I got one hell of a workout in.

I giggled to myself as I rolled around on the bed in excitement over the fact he’d texted me. If it was true—which he said it was—then he’d really gone out of his way to get my number so he could text me.

I hope this isn’t too forward, but if you’re free, I’d love to see you.

I stopped rolling around in my giggles.

Sure, are you at the resort? What’s your room number?I sent.

There was silence for several moments. I didn’t know what to make of it. Had I come on too strong? It was entirely possible that he didn’t actually want to see me like that, but maybe just as a friend. Those butterflies in my belly were replaced by heavy rocks, stabbing at me.

I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk, since I’ve never been here before. I’d love for another one of your tours.

I mulled over being a tour guide as opposed to having him tour my body. It was not what I had planned, and yet, I still accepted it.

Sure. When?I asked. It was just after eight. I had to be up at six to get a start in the kitchen downstairs, because we opened at eight. So I had plenty of time.

Are you free now?

Give me ten minutes. Send me your location.It was all I needed. I wasn’t getting out of my onesie, but I would be heavily layered—the snow out there was no joke.

3. LOGAN

I didn’t know what we were going to do. All I knew was that he was coming to meet me in town. I’d had a mulled wine and continued to walk around, making sure I wasn’t going to stop and get cold. Jamie was gorgeous, and just what I needed. He was funny, playful, and best of all, he was willing to come give me a tour.

Since I’d been near the chocolate shop, it was easy to meet him. He appeared from the alleyway, a darkened side path I hadn’t noticed, his messy red waves of hair desperately calling for my fingers to comb through them. I was letting my thoughts run wild, no longer pushing them behind the hetero identity I was always trying to force onto my face.

“You okay?” he asked, hugging his puffy blue coat tightly around himself.

“Better now,” I said.

“So, what did you want to do, besides the tour?” he said. “And is that code for something, because I really wasn’t sure what it was you wanted? You know, a lot of people come to town, and they’re looking to hookup and you know... stuff.”

Slowly nodding, I was staring into his eyes and holding his gaze. “I like to take things a little slow. Like, I want to get to know you a bit.”

That lasted all of ten minutes before we were in my suite at the hotel. Jamie’s confidence was thrilling. He was on his knees for me, unzipping my boots and getting my feet out of them before his own.

“You do this for everyone?” I asked.

He shook his head and licked his lips. From his knees, I could feel he wanted to reach into my trousers. “If this is too fast, let me know.”

“I still want to get to know you,” I said, reaching out and placing a thumb beneath his chin, and raising it slightly.

Giggling at the action, he stuck his tongue out and tried to lick my hand—with no success. “Ask away. I’m an open book, and you’re... here for the weekend, or the week.” He shrugged.

Pulling my hand away, I could see he’d done this before. “How often do you do this?”