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Chapter Four

Roen

“Roen, sweetheart, how many bird feeders are you planning to make?” Daddy Kyler, though I hadn’t said that out loud yet, in my head he was already my daddy, asked me as I stuffed another pinecone behind my overflowing overall bib. He didn’t realize how daddy sounding that question was.

“Um,” I thought hard and used my fingers to count. “One for each cabin. One for the office. Oh yeah, and one for the dining hall.” I was so excited to make them for all the birdies to come and eat from. “Lots of birdies.”

He shook his head and smiled. “You, dear boy, are too cute for words. Did you count what you’ve collected yet?”

“Uh-huh, in my head. I need two more to equal fourteen.”

“Why don’t you point out the ones you want when you spot them, and I’ll carry them for you. I’m not sure your bib can hold any more.”

“Okay, Da-err, Kyler.” That was like the third time I almost said it. Next time I wasn’t holding back. He was my daddy, and I was claiming him. Plus, he read me a story last night so that makes him mine. I called dibs!

At least in my brain it worked that way.

“Here, come this way.” Daddy Kyler led me off the path and over toward a group of pine trees. “I saw some here when I cleared the paths last week.”

“Those are ginormous.” I took out a few that were smaller and exchanged them for the bigger ones. “The birdies will be so happy.”

“Yes, sweet boy, they will be. Come on, let’s get back to the dining hall and get started.”

He-he, he called me sweet boy. He was so my daddy.

Daddy Mark had stayed back to set up all the stuff we’d need.

Huge containers of peanut butter and birdseed were in the center of the wax paper lined tables when we got to the mess hall.

I hope they had a big broom ‘cause this was gonna make a super big mess. Daddy Mark was really smart so I’m sure he was ready for it.

As soon as everyone sat down where their name tag was, each little was handed a box to put their finished bird feeders into. They also had wax paper in those too. Daddy Mark said it’s so the bird feeders won’t stick to it on the trip home.

“For those of you traveling by means other than your own vehicle, please feel free to leave this week’s goodies behind and we’ll gladly ship them to you.

” My daddy was smart too and so nice. “And just so you know, there’s a laundry room off the mess hall kitchen if you need it.

” That had a lot of heads bobbing and the grown-ups groaning.

“Is everyone ready?” Daddy Mark asked, and we hollered “Y es !”

“Step one, smear the peanut butter around the sides and between the layers of your pinecone. Get nice chunks in there.”

“Daddy, I’m the only one with a lot, will you help me?” I watched Daddy Kyler’s face to see if he got mad at me but when he smiled I knew it was okay to call him daddy.

“I’d love to.”

As soon as everyone had their first one loaded with peanut butter and their hands caked in it too, Daddy Mark spoke again.

“Now, take that one and roll it in the containers of birdseed.” He watched as we did it.

“Excellent. Now have your mommy or daddy cut a long piece of string to tie around the top so it’s ready to hang and that’s it.

Now finish all the pinecones you collected. ”

I looked at all my friends’ bird feeders and noticed Orion’s face was covered in peanut butter.

Wait, was that birdseed on his lips? I think he ate more than he used.

His poop was gonna be funky tonight. I shook my head and got back to mine.

Daddy Mark came over and helped Daddy and me.

It was so much fun working with both daddies.

It was only Tuesday, and this was already the best week ever.

“All done, daddies.” I held up my peanut-buttery hands. “I need a bath.”

“Yes you do, bud.” I liked that Daddy Mark called me that. I wonder what nickname Daddy Kyler will give me. I loved that he called me sweetheart, but I wanted a special name just for little Roen.

“Everyone, why don’t you take your littles back to your rooms to clean up for lunch. I’d recommend swimsuits since our next event is out on the lake.”

“Do you have floaties, Daddy Mark?” Jacob asked.

“We do, little one. After lunch we can get everyone who needs them fitted up. We have beach towels too so please leave the bath ones in your rooms.”

They really did think of everything.

“Ew!” I wiped the side of my face after Orion came up and gave my cheek a big sloppy peanut butter kiss. Except I forgot my hands were covered too and now my face was even worse. Orion giggled and skipped away.

“I’m sorry about that, Roen,” Daddy Alex apologized. “I think Orion needs a nap instead of participating in the duck hunt.”

That stopped the little demon in his tracks. “I’m sorry, Roen.” He was anything but sorry. “Sorry, Daddy. But duckies!”

Daddy Alex shook his head. “To the room now, Orion Michael.”

Somebody was in trouble.

“Daddy, I need a bath.” Guess I had to remind him. That’s okay, he’s worth it even if he does forget stuff but I don’t like being goopy.

“Yes, sweet boy, you do. Mark, can you take his box to the office so we can hang them up later?”

“You got it. Enjoy your bath,” Daddy Mark winked but poor Daddy Kyler just looked confused by that.

“Come on, Daddy, I’ll show you what to do.”

I skipped ahead of him back to my room, far too excited for my first bath with my new daddy.

“Okay, Daddy,” I threw my arms in the air. Some peanut butter might have flown off, but I wasn’t sure where it disappeared to. “Gotta take my clothes off first.”

Daddy Kyler blinked, then blinked some more. “You want me to take your clothes off?”

“Yup. Hurry up, please. I’m all yucky.”

“Let me start the bath water first.” I stood there and waited, arms still high above my head but the more I thought about tubby time, the harder my winky got. By the time Daddy came back I was squirmy. “I’m going to wipe your hands and face down so you’re not sitting in peanut butter floaties.”

“Smart, Daddy.” I had the smartest daddy in the world. “But I didn’t bring tubby toys.”

“I’m sure we can figure something out.” Daddy got his thinky face on as he wiped my hands and face down then started undressing me.

When he got to my boxers he froze. “Are you um, are you sure you want me to finish undressing you?” There was no way he missed how excited I was.

He was on his knees, and it stared him right in the face.

“Yup. That’s just my winky. He’s excited for bath time with you.”

“Yes, yes he is.” Daddy pulled my boxers down and it sprang free.

“Yay!” I got the zoomies and ran around the room. “Tubby time! Tubby time!”

Daddy Kyler laughed at my silliness. “Come on, silly boy. Let’s get you clean.”

“Bubbles! Where did you get the bubbles from, Daddy?”

“Well, Daddy was smart and when he thought children would be here he bought tear free shampoo, so I used that to make the bubbles with.”

“You’re so smart.” I noticed Daddy Kyler was smiling a lot more today. I hoped I was the one who put that sexy smile on his face. He helped me get safely into the tub. “Look, Daddy,” I smeared bubbles on my chin. “I have a beard like Santa does.”

“Yes you do,” he bopped my nose. “Are you excited for the duckie race?”

“I am. Then I have duckies for bath time. This is the bestest week ever!”

“It’s only Tuesday, silly boy.”

“I know. Isn’t that great?”

We played for a while, and I made bubble bombs with my fist and giggled when they landed on Daddy. By the time I was all pruney, he was a bubbly mess. “You look silly, Daddy.”

“That’s ‘cause you made me that way. Come on, let’s get you dried and in your swimsuit.”

Daddy pulled the plug and dried me off but my winky was still awake. “Did you want a few moments in the bathroom to take care of that?”

I stared down at it and shrugged. “Nope, you can do it.”

“I can do what?”

“You can take care of it for me. That’s what daddies are for.”

While he stared off at no clue what, I took off and ran through the room again.

“Should’ve remembered to get sugar free peanut butter,” Daddy shook his head at me. “Now, how do you suggest I take care of your um, issue.”

“Not an issue, Daddy,” I swayed my hips swinging it back and forth. “My winky likes you.”

“I’m happy to hear that?” Daddy was unsure so I waddled over and kissed him really quick then plopped down on the bed. He didn’t realize how important it was that winky liked him.

“Daddy’s job.”

“Daddy’s job,” he repeated. “If you say so.”

“Winky says so.” He mumbled something but I didn’t hear it, and it didn’t matter. I was just happy my winky finally liked somebody. That’s how I really knew Kyler was the daddy for me. I’d been hard since I got here but was too tired last night to take care of it or ask Daddy Kyler to.

Daddy laid down beside me and brushed my hair off my face. “You, sweet boy, are full of surprises today.”

“That’s because I finally found my daddy and I’m not gonna let him go.”

Daddy pressed his lips to mine in a slow kiss. “I’m not sure I can let you go either.”

It may’ve been Roen the little that drew daddy in, but the second his firm grip met my cock, it was Roen the adult that moaned.

“That’s it, sweet boy. Let Daddy hear you. Your pleasure is mine and I want it all.”

I always hoped that when the right person finally touched me I’d know.

And I knew.

I thrust up into his hand and pressed my lips to his again and pushed my tongue inside. His taste, the way he stroked my cock, this was…this was…

Magic.

Cliché much?

Yeah. But when you believe for so long that you’re broken then suddenly it all made sense, there was no other way to describe the epiphany than magical.

I drew back for air. His name ghosted past my lips on a whisper as I neared the edge. “Kyler.”

“I’m Kyler now, am I.” He nibbled behind my ear and down my neck. Shivers ran through my body and every hair stood on end. “You’re so responsive.”

“Mmm, hmm.” One more twist, turn, or nibble and I’d float over the edge.

“I wonder what this will do.” He pinched my nipple, and I arched up off the bed and came.

“Good to know what that button does.” After a quick kiss, he slid off the bed and grabbed a rag to clean me with while I caught my breath.

“I’m curious, how does this work sex wise?

Your little asked for relief but midway through you called me by my name and were far more mature.

I hope that’s not offensive in any way to ask.

I can assure you it’s nothing more than a curious newbies question. ”

I took a moment to gather my thoughts. Clear communication was essential, but my brain was still rebooting. “For me, it’s kind of hard to explain. Do you know what demisexual is?”

“I do. When one needs a deeper connection in order to enjoy a level of intimacy with another.”

“Yes, exactly. I’ve had sex before, not a lot, but it’s always been kinda blah for me. Never once has my little side initiated it or felt safe enough to. I’ve played with many but slept with very few.” Even to me that sounded confusing. “Not sure if I explained that correctly.”

“No, I think I get it. So, this was the first time for little Ro,” I giggled at the nickname. “Ah, he’s peeking his head out again. But just for clarity, you and your little side felt safe with me, felt that connection you desired. Is that right?”

“Exactly. But midway through it took a turn and the intimacy leveled up. Ugh, this is coming out all wrong.” I covered my face to hide the embarrassment, but he wasn’t having it.

“Sweet boy, don’t hide from your daddy.” Daddy peeled my fingers back and I peeked through them. “There you are. I understand and thank you for explaining it to me. I’m honored you felt safe with me. I can promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you.”

“’Kay.” Then I remembered the duckies. “Duckies, Daddy!” The excitement was back. “Is little Ro my special nickname?”

“Would you like it to be? I was thinking more along the lines of my little gnome or daddy’s little Sprite.”

“Daddy’s little Sprite.” I rolled it around, liking how it sounded. Calling me his gnome would evolve into gnomey and that would confuse me and Gnomey. “I like Sprite.”

“Then Sprite it is. Now, where are your swim trunks so we can have lunch and catch some duckies.”

It was amazing how quickly I slid into Sprite with daddy around. I jumped up and ran over to the dresser and yanked them out. “Here Daddy!”

“Okay, now these are too cute. Did you find them at one of those stores you mentioned?” Daddy bent down and held them open for me to step into.

“Nope, my mom made them for me. She knows I’m a little and my room is filled with all kinds of gnome stuff.

Once I fell in love with them she started making me all kinds of neat stuff.

” I loved my family. I don’t know if it was because we grew up in Vegas where anything goes, but they never thought less of me for being gay or exploring my kinky side.

In fact, they encouraged me to be me. “I have gnome curtains, and a bedspread, and she made my blankie too.” There was more but I couldn’t remember it all right now.

“She sounds wonderful. Alright, do you have any water shoes?”

“Um, just flip flops.”

“Not exactly water friendly, but for what we’re doing today they’ll do.”

When we finally made it back to the mess hall, the place was crazy loud. It took a moment to figure out why. “Chickie nuggies, mac and cheese and fries. You’re the best, Daddy.” I threw myself in his arms and hugged him tight. “Can we eat now?”

“Yes, and we have chicken sandwiches for the grown-ups.”

“That’s good thinking, Daddy.”

“Alright, which dipping sauces would you like. Barbeque, ranch, or ketchup?”

“All of them.”

“How did I not see that coming?”

“Dippy sauces are a littles best friend.”

“You’ve taught Daddy so much today, little Sprite.”

He-he, build your own daddy and I was building the best one ever!