Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Big. Big.” Hand up. Time for Daddy to get me all clean. “Ready, Daddy.”
“Bigger than yours.” Daddy laughed as he took my shirt off and it went over my head. “It’s not the biggest on the street, though. Some of them are ridiculous.”
He was silly.
“Your house is ’diculous, Daddy.” His oh-well face made me laugh. “Biggest-biggest-biggest.”
She liked a big house.
“That ridiculous monstrosity is not mine. I just live there when I have to.” Daddy twisted his face up as he squished down to take off my socks. “Lift your foot for me. Good boy.”
One and two.
“What was I saying? Oh, a house.” Daddy made a happy face as he took my pants off. “Something this size…with at least one more full bathroom…this is insane…but yeah, something like this or my place would work.”
Hmm.
Daddy made me thinky too.
“Big yard? Flowers?” I pointed to our tiny, tiny window. “Too small.”
He made a big groan as I stepped out of my pants. “Thank you for being careful. Yes, these yards are tiny but that’s just because we’re so close to the school. Even a couple of blocks out the yards are much bigger. Those are just all owner occupied and no one rents those.”
“They’re pretty, Daddy.” Oh. “The pink one. I like the pink one.”
Wide eyes.
Shocked face.
Careful face.
“That’s a very pretty color, you’re right.” Daddy was so nice…and so funny…and so huffy. “Hey, don’t fuck with me about something that ugly. It’s Pepto-Bismol pink. It looks like someone vomited bubblegum on that house.”
Hahaha.
Naked boy.
Funny boy.
Daddy stood up and got his frown face on and crossed his arms. “I was worried I was going to hurt your feelings.”
“You’re so cute.” Kiss. Kiss. “Thank you for being nice, Daddy.”
More grumbles from Daddy.
I was so funny.
“And somehow every flower they planted clashes with the color of the house. How do you do that?” Daddy got wound up about houses.
“I don’t know.” Daddy was frustrated but Daddy held my hand. “Thank you, Daddy.”
Careful in the tub.
Careful in the bubbles.
No more stickies.
“You look like you just melted into a hot tub.” Daddy laughed when I nodded. “Would you like a house that had one of those?”
“Yes.” Grown-up bubbles. “Little house. Big tub.”
He pretended to look thinky. “Medium house. Big inside tub. Big outside hot tub.”
Oh yes.
“We’d need both.” Daddy shrugged. “And a big yard. I won’t forget.”
Silly Daddy was going to keep his boy.
“Daddy will remember the toys too.” Daddy poured in my toys, shaking his head. “And you need a bathroom big enough to store toys inside the bathroom.”
I shrugged.
“It’s okay to be a private person, Teddy.”
Daddy laughed so hard he almost tipped over. “Oh my god, that impression is spot on. That was your mother.”
Closing the lid, Daddy sat down on the toilet and grumbled. “There’s not even enough floor space in there for me to sit down beside you.”
Nope.
Smiles were back.
“That was a good impression, Chipmunk.” Daddy leaned over and kissed my head as I reached for my pirate ship. “I take it she doesn’t like how much privacy you want.”
“Nope.” I gave Daddy a big sigh and leaned over to get another kiss. “She says love means talk and talk means share and share means tell everyone.”
“Oh, yeah, I can see that being a problem.” His thinky face was back. “Does your father keep that stuff under control? I honestly hadn’t heard anything about you being little and I’m not sure I knew you were gay. I thought I heard somewhere that you dated a few girls a year or so ago?”
“Ugh.” I needed more kisses, so I gave Daddy pucker lips and he laughed before giving me happy boosts.
“You look like a fish.” He snickered and gave me more good feelings. “I take it that wasn’t something I hallucinated?”
“No.” Bad dreams would’ve been better. “I had to be nice and being nice meant a date and a date meant they tried to like me.”
Daddy’s wide eyes came back. “How did that happen?”
“Being nice is dangerous, Daddy.” I shrugged. “Her real work people who do business stuff came to visit. They were real boring people and they brought their kids. Kids were not kids, Daddy.”
Ugh.
“Mom said ‘you’ll play with the kids’ and I said ‘yes, I like playing’…but kids were old.” Somebody had been sneaky. “I got tricked.”
Trying not to laugh, Daddy shook his head. “I’m sorry, but that does explain things.”
“I’m too nice.” I pouted. “You’ll save me?”
“From your mother?” Daddy reached for the fishing boat as I nodded. “Deal. I’ll save you from your mother’s good intentions, but you have to remind me that my mother doesn’t have any.”
She was mean.
“Deal.” I gave Daddy my serious face and then my gimmie a kiss face. He was smart and gave me what I wanted. “I’ll help you remember my Daddy is nice and special.”