Page 138 of Monster Daddies

My performance earned a snicker from my audience, but I thought my acting was amazing as I laid out training pants and a diaper with teddy bears on the front. “Oh, this is hard. But I get to pick because it’s my turn.”

More giggles escaped Little Roo but as I shifted my hand back and forth over the two options, he nudged my arm toward the diaper. I frowned at him as I picked it up but he snickered again. “I picked it.”

He seemed to think that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard, but I pretended to be very serious as I gathered his goodies and him up into my arms. “I picked you too.”

Tickling him wasn’t the best option at the moment, but I kissed his neck and got more laughter out of him as he barely held on to the binkie. “Mine.”

He was still making happy sounds and snuggling against me as we got to my bathroom and I had to set him down again. “Okay, potty time. Do you need help?”

I was good either way and he shrugged.

Testing the waters?

Did he not care?

Was it another aspect of his Little side?

I hadn’t seen him quite this young yet without his bottle, so I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. But no matter his headspace, he’d been able to figure out what he was thinking and even exhausted he’d tried to manipulate me to get what he wanted.

“Daddy helps then.” Because Little Roo was just standing there like he was waiting for me to make a decision. “One second.”

Another head kiss and I quickly went into the bedroom to drop the jammies off on the bed, but I didn’t leave him for long. “I can see you. Don’t think you can be sneaky. There are no cookies in the bathroom.”

That got a snicker around the binkie.

“Or cupcakes.” It’d only been a very full tummy that kept him from asking for another one after dinner. “You’re just going to have to be patient for me.”

Considering he hadn’t moved a muscle, I didn’t think he’d have a problem with that but he found my ridiculous rambling funny. “And I’m back, so you can’t be sneaky.”

He could however just be giggly.

Daddy was clearly in charge of everything, so I kissed his cheek and quickly moved around the thankfully large space to start filling the tub. When the piles of bubbles were growing and Little Roo was doing another happy dance wiggle, I took him over to the toilet. “Potty time.”

Grown-up Alton had checked out completely because Little Roo leaned back against me and reached one arm up so he could pet the hair on my neck. “Such a good boy.”

For making how comfortable he was clear at the very least.

We definitely should’ve had more conversations before we’d gotten to this point but our date hadn’t turned out like I’d expected. He could make his feelings clear, though, and there wasn’t an ounce of worry as he rubbed his head against my chest and waited for me to fish his penis out of his pants.

I had a feeling I’d get a bigger reaction if I tried to make him pick between Oreos or a cupcake, so it felt like Little Roo had no feelings on naked things whatsoever.

So I took my cue from him and pushed his pants down just enough for me to free him from his briefs and aimed his soft cock toward the bowl. “Ready. Set. Go.”

Making a game of it got a giggle from him but that was the extent of his reaction as he obeyed the silly order. Even giving it a shake and tucking him back in the blue briefs he was wearing didn’t get a reaction out of him, so I mirrored him and treated it as matter-of-factly as I could. “All done.”

By the time that I’d washed both our hands… which got a giggle from him probably because he hadn’t touched anything… the tub was ready and the way he was studying it said he wasready to jump in headfirst. “One second. You have clothes on, silly goose.”

He giggled as he patted my chest, so as I took his shirt off, I pretended to glare at him. “I’m not a goose. I’m too hairy.”

That had him cocking his head and he reached up to pet the hair on my neck. There was clearly a question of some sort running through his head, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Still not a bear but I have lots of hair.”

He giggled but shook his head and stroked it again.

So I was funny but that wasn’t it.

I kept up random chatter as I finished stripping him, but I didn’t get it right until he was naked and in the tub… still completely unconcerned about his lack of clothes. “Some people think it looks like fur but it’s hair.”

Bingo.