Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Henley flopped back onto his bed, lying crosswise with his feet still dangling over the side. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans. I was grateful we'd implemented a safe word; I didn't need to interrupt the moment to ask about his comfort, because he had an easy out if he needed it.
I unzipped his pants and shimmied the denim down his legs. He was wearing the cutest pair of orange briefs which matched his socks. I almost hated to take them off, but I knew there was something even better to come.
Before I touched his underwear, I unfolded the diaper, flattening it against the mattress beside him. I thought a quick and easy change would be best for him. Once he became more comfortable with everything, I would take my time and lather him in lotion and powder. But for now, it was all about speed.
As I watched him tangle his hair, I thought about retrieving the binky I’d bought for him; to give him something to focus on and relax with. But I didn’t want him to feel hindered in any way to use his safe word if he needed it.
So, I wrapped my fingers around the waistband of his briefs, held my breath, and quickly pulled the fabric down his legs and off of his feet. I hooked one elbow beneath his knees, and lifted his legs while the other hand grabbed the diaper and slid it under his bottom before working the flap between his legs and covering his groin.
But not before I took an inconspicuous but thorough look. Like the rest of his body, Henley’s cock was stunning. It had a cut pink tip, and lay soft against his fuzzy sack. I hated to cover it up, but I had high hopes I’d see it again soon.
I secured the tabs to the front of his diaper and asked, “That’s not too tight, is it? How does it feel?” When I looked up into his eyes, I was taken aback by the moisture glistening in them.
“It feels perfect,” he whispered back. “Everything about this just feels so right.”
His sweetness melted my heart. I took his hand and told him, “It does for me, too. I’ve waited so long to care for my boy like this. Thank you for trusting me, Henley.” His answering shy smile was breathtaking. “Now, let’s finish getting you dressed so I can show you the prizes I brought for you.”
“Those bags were for me?” He was so damn precious; he’d seen me carrying in shopping bags, but didn’t assume they were gifts. I nodded and he excitedly clapped his hands. “Oh, I can’t wait to see what’s inside them!”
I loved his eagerness, but I couldn’t help jumping in on the playfulness. “That’s too bad, because I think someone pressed…my…slow…button…” I barely inched my hand towards the outfit lying at his side. “This…may…take…a…while…”
“Oh no, Daddy!” Henley exclaimed through a fit of giggles. “Not the slow button! Where is your fast button?” He reached his hand out and poked his finger into my stomach. When I didn’t move any faster, he laughed some more and pressed all across my chest and belly.
“You did it!” I cheered before grabbing his shirt at regular speed. “It’s a good thing; when I finally got you dressed, it would have been time to change into your jammies.”
Henley snickered as I slid his t-shirt on over his head, and then shimmied his shorts up his legs. “There we go; let’s have a look.” I gripped his hands and pulled him to his feet before swiping my gaze up and down his body. “Adorable.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yes; Daddies always tell the truth.”
Henley beamed as I took his hand and led him back into the living room, loving the quiet crinkle of his diaper as he walked. I stopped next to the bags on the floor and asked, “Are you ready to see what’s inside?” His hair bounced when he nodded enthusiastically. I thought it would be more fun for him to look inside than for me to pull out the items, so I said, “Go for it.”
Henley dropped to his knees and stuck his hand in the first bag without even peeking inside. A wide grin crossed his face when he pulled out a box of crayons. “Oh wow, look at all of these colors! 96? I only have a pack of 24! I can make an awesome picture with these!”
He ran his fingers along the front of the box, admiring all of the colors on the packaging. He probably would have been satisfied with the lone item, but I was too excited for him to see the rest, so I gently reminded him, “There’s more where that came from.”
He placed the crayons by his knee and dug into the bag again. This time, he gasped when he pulled out a blocky wooden car. “It looks just like yours!” Indeed, it was in the shape of a cruiser, and even had the word ‘Police’ printed across the side. “Oh, I love it! Thank you!”