Max’s getting sexier with ever year that passes.
He seems more like a Daddy than ever.
And yet he’d still never want to settle with me either…
Channing picked up one of his large, super-cozy white towels and wrapped it around his waist and walked out of the bathroom and into his master bedroom.
With its clean aesthetic and high ceilings, Channing’s bedroom was a place of sanctuary.
Of course, Channing had entertained the occasional guy in there, but somehow none of them had ever quite lived up to expectations. It wasn’t that Channing was freakishly fussy, it was just that he needed something extra to truly get him going.
Max needed a Daddy to dominate him and then snuggle up with him and Billy afterward.
It felt like a distant dream, but it was one that Channing wouldn’t give up on or compromise.
So, all in all, Channing’s bedroom was mostly a place of rest and relaxation rather than any steamy late-night fun for most of the time.
Channing padded over on the soft carpet toward his wardrobe. Despite wanting to appear as casual as possible around Max,Channing couldn’t help but find himself deliberating over what to wear.
‘Stop it, dude!’ Channing said, berating himself as he scrambled to pick out his favorite t-shirt. ‘Nothing is going to happen with Max this time. He’s obviously in a bit of trouble and needs support. There will bezeroaction between us of the bedroom variety. I’ll be a friend but no more than that.’
Feeling pleased with himself that he had managed to put a stop his wandering mind and any burgeoning rekindling of romantic feelings toward Max, Channing got himself dressed.
If there was one thing that Channing was good at, it was helping others.
Max had clearly come to him in need of assistance, and Channing was determined to do just that.
Now all that remained was getting to the bottom of whatever it was that had led to Max showing up so abruptly.
But before that, Channing had a date with the best Little friends a boy could ask for…
* * *
Beach Babieswas a wonderful place.
Being the only specialist Little hangout in Los Frisco, it could sometimes get quite busy. But not today. Pleasingly, Channing and his two Little friends Tommy and Rick were the only people in.
Maybe it was too early for Los Frisco’s other Littles, but it certainly wasn’t for Channing and his best friends.
With its calming, pastel-colored walls and super-cozy furniture and fluffy rugs, Beach Babies was the perfect place to come for a morning milk feed…
‘Burrrp!’ Channing said, realizing too late that he was drinking his perfectly white milk just a little bit too quickly. ‘Hehe, I think I’m going too fast!’
Channing was wearing nothing but his multi-colored duck patterned briefs over a snug pure-white diaper. As he lay on his back and looked up to the turquoise ceiling, Channing felt so warm and cozy and most importantly –safe.
‘I love this place,’ Channing said, feeling himself perfectly in Little space.
‘Me too,’ Rick replied, suckling on his milk with a look of sheer pleasure on his face.
‘Me three,’ Tommy added, kicking his legs up in the air and pretending to cycle as he lay on his back.
‘I think we’re three lucky little babies,’ Channing squealed before gulping down some more milk. ‘My tummy is getting super-full. I think I might need to go pee-pee.’
The three friends giggled and allowed themselves to enjoy their milk, the perfect nursery rhymes as the played on the speak system, and the general feeling of total relaxation.
Being in Little space was something that Channing adored.
As much as Channing enjoyed his day-to-day life, nothing quite matched up to the sensation of feeling himself regress and become his most authentic Little self.
