Kent’s Point of View

Despite AP’s journalistic endeavors, Jei and I managed to enjoy our evening together at W25. The poor kid spoke at about two decibels the entire night, giving me the opportunity to lean down and make him feel small while spoke about Seymour Duncan’s latest offerings with the enthusiasm of a child.

It’s times like these where Rai’s words make a lot of sense to me; that Jei’s the kind of introvert that likes being alone in a crowded room, socially interacting without interaction. I know he’s happy this way, but there’s a part of me that still feels bad for him. I can absolutely sense the underlying fear and apprehension that lingers in his every movement. I’ve found myself awake at night trying to deduce who could have hurt my boy in his past…

A tug on my sleeve brings me back to the present; a snowy sidewalk outside the club at 2:35 AM.

“You okay, Da… Kent?”

I take a sharp inhale and shake myself the rest of the way back.

“Yeah! I’m good! Sorry, I left this dimension for a second there.”

“Seems like it!”, Jei chuckles. “Ready to head back?”

“You bet, kiddo” I reply, one hang flipping open my phone while the other tussled at the fur lining his coat. A soft giggle accompanied a blush as my fingers found their way to an ear lobe, followed by a nuzzle against my arm.

Jei’s Point of View

I’ll always appreciate just how warm Kent is. As we make the short commute back to my flat, he’s ever-so-gently holding my hand in his; completely enveloping what my fingerless gloves aren’t covering.

I find myself starting out at the snow again, allowing myself to get lost in the sensations. There’s a quiet isolation about the winter’s chill that has always brought me comfort, and being able to share this beauty with another human being is… quite magical.

Kent’s thumb stokes my palm, bringing my senses to an even deeper calm which lasts until two soft taps alert me to our arrival at the destination.

“This is the place?” The cabby asks shortly, parked in front of my old brick factory building sat betwixt archaic warehouses.

“Yep, thank you”, I reply, slipping him a twenty as I exit.

Kent walks behind the car as the dated motor sputters away, placing a hand on my back and I hunt for my keys. Stepping up the loading dock, I unlock and slide open the shudder door, revealing the front lobby.

The developer really did a nice job renovating this place; maintaining the original aesthetic and allowing the floorplan to remain open did a lot to keep the historic charm intact.

It’s late, and the night guard has replaced the normal secretary at the front desk. I shoot him a friendly glance with a nod, and he returns the same to me.

“Didn’t have any trouble getting in, did you? I told them I’d have a visitor tonight.”

“Nah, no troubles there, kiddo. I figure it’d be difficult for me to waltz in and demand an audience with a prince such as yourself without an invitation!”

He tickles my back lightly, causing me to wriggle around while I fumble with the freight elevator’s key. I love this man beyond words…

Stepping in, I push the button for the eighth floor and close the shudder doors. I allow myself to lean back into Kent… there’s a heavy feeling in my stomach. Not of anxiety, but something else entirely.

“Hey, uh…”

He looks down to me and I look up, my head cocked back against his solid chest.

“I had a really nice time tonight…”

“Good, as did I”, he replies warmly, wrapping his arms around me. “Not too flustered by the flashes?”

“No, no, I’m good. Thank you for the help”, I say, a tiny grin stretching across my face as a blush blooms from my nose and stretches across my cheeks. I turn around, still bundled in his arms.

With a chuff I gaze up at my boyfriend, quietly asking for a kiss, which he graciously returns with a loving smirk. Despite how tough and weathered he may look on the outside, Kent has incredibly soft lips; lips that I am glad were the ones that taught me to parlay.

The elevator jerks to life as we start to ascend floors. I close my eyes and reengage. One of his hands travels up my side to cradle my face as I nuzzle into his palm. He’s always this gentle with me, even before he knew, Kent would treat me with kid gloves on tour. I could feel his respect for my boundaries and hesitation to move forward… or rather, into without the proper clearance.

Our lips together, I open my maw for him, allowing his tongue to start exploring my molars. I feel my shoulders release all of their tension as I put all my weight into him, my hands laying against his pectorals. A whimper escapes my throat unconsciously, exciting both of us in the process.

As we arrive at my flat, I kick open the doors with my foot without breaking contact. Kent took the jingle of the keyring around my finger as time to pause, but I desperately started sucking on his bottom lip.

"Alright, alright kiddo, I hear you!" he chuckled.

I grumbled playfully as I unlocked the wide shudder door and stepped off the elevator into my loft. As I start to walk in, I feel Kent's hand tug at my hood as his other slides the door shut.

"Hold up there, sport. You're too small to handle your boots and jacket all by yourself!"

A fresh blush explodes across my whole body.

"But... I..." I stammer and he unzips my coat and slides it off my arms.

"But you what, cutie?" he retorts playfully, hanging up our outerwear.

"I can..."

"You can whaaaat?" I hear as my boots started getting untied and slipped off.

"By all myself... WAIT! No, I... uh, ALL BY MYSELF!" Oh lordy. I'm not living that one down. A mixture of an evil grin and parental adoration immediately takes to his face.

"Well now! We've got a big boy over here, sounds like!" he announces as a finger plays with the waistband of the diaper I forgot I was changed into.

"Daddddyyyyyyy! Oh my god......" I exclaim, hiding my face in his chest.

"Did someone get tipsy or are you too small to remember your words?"

"I had one drink that I nursed throughout the evening, plus I had dinner before you came! I'm not even tipsy!"

"Okay, silly. That just means you’re feeling small then!"

"I..... cannot refute that,” I say into his chest.

He tussles my hair and picks me up, cradling me in his arms.

"Hey... Daddy? Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, sweetness?"

"How are you doing, you know, alcohol-wise?"

He stops in front of my bedroom door.

"Not drunk, not tipsy, had dinner beforehand. Why? What's up?"

He opens up the door, effortlessly one-handing me. Walking in, I work up the nerve to pop the question.

"I... think I'm ready."

Kent pauses, looks right at me, taking in the significance of what I said. He knew exactly what I was referring to; the fact that I was still a virgin and apprehensive about giving up that status. Despite all of the opportunities I've been presented with because of the band, I've never felt prepared to take the plunge. I blame my past, I suppose...

"Jei..." he starts, setting me on my bed; a soft king large enough for me and all my stuffies. "Are you sure?"

Swallowing a gulp, I respond, "Yeah. I really am sure." I recognize how this level of forwardness is out of character for me, hence his reaction. He walked up to me, cradling my head in his hands once more.

“Well then… in that case, do you have lube here? I’ve got a condom on me, and I got tested a week or so ago.”

“I do, there’s a little black bag in the armoire by my diapers.”

“It’s not an Adult World black bag, is it?” he chortles.

“Is… that bad?”

“Not bad at all! Just… next time I’ll take you shopping. I know some classier local stores, silly.”

We share a laugh as he slides his hands down and rests them on my sides.

“You ready, little one? And you’re sure about this?”

“I… I am”, I answer confidently.

“Alright. First things first, let’s get you changed.” Kent says as he lays me back on the bed and props a pillow beneath my head. He delicately undoes my belt and continues to the buttons of my skinny jeans. With a gentle pat of my bum, I raise up my legs, hooking them on his shoulders as he lifts me up and slides my pants off, leaving me laying in just my shirt and padding.

“My, my, baby boy… someone made good use of their diaper! Good thing we got you protected before we went out.” he says through a coy smile. All I can muster in response is a whimper and a blush.

“Shhh… it’s okay sweetie”, he replies, bringing a finger to my lips. I latch on to his fingertip, still not finished soothing from the elevator, and hold his hand with both of mine, my fingers not even wrapping all the way around.

His open hand rests against the front of my saturated padding, the fade-when-wet stars nigh but a memory. He looks into my eyes and I give him a nod while sucking on his finger, which he responds to my pressing into the fluff. I feel my member twitch as the soft, warm, damp core envelopes my length… or lack thereof.

“Feels like somebody’s excited…” echoes his low, intoxicating voice. I squirm helplessly beneath, my hair spread out across the sheets. He leans down to kiss my forehead affectionately, assuring that he’ll take good care of me.

Taking his hand back, he tears the tapes from the landing and opens up my diaper; all three of my inches standing at attention and pulsing with lust.

“Look at you… I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘up’, before!”

I grab for my blankie, hiding half of my face as he runs his now wet index finger up and down my parts. He attempts to take hold of me; finding that his whole hand takes up my entire length, he switches to his first two fingers and thumb to begin stroking me.

“Do you need Daddy to show you how to play a very special grown-up game?”, he asks, finding a suitable rhythm. I nod helplessly, my mouth agape, breathing to the beat. Before I have a chance to even approach my climax, he pauses and removes his hand, giving me a playful look as I pout at him.

“All good things in due time, little one!”

After setting the supplies on the bed next to me, he removes his sweater and undershirt, revealing a tastefully landscaped, solid chest. A soft chuckle escapes after noticing how transfixed I had become.

Sliding down his pants, he unveils his impressive size, though significantly larger than me, I find myself largely unintimidating given the person it is attached to.

I raise up my hands, our signal for asking for help removing my shirt, to which he happily obliges. Now completely nude and prone, I’m laid back down again as he begins to explore my curves. His eyes and fingers linger around my small nipples, toying with them and watching them grow harder with each revolution around my areolae.

“So… have you had anything up there before? Been practicing at all?”

“Y-yeah. In the shower…”

“Good, so we have a starting point. I’m gonna have you roll over, cutie.”

I comply as he lays down in the middle of the bed, beckoning me.

“Dada? Can I...”

“Yes, sweetest?”

“Can I taste your special parts, Daddy?” I ask timidly, looking between him, his cock, then back to him.

“Of course, may I taste yours?”, he responds, guiding my hips to mount him, facing his crotch. Spreading my thighs to make contact with the bed again as I lay on top, I took a second to appreciate just how much larger Kent was, in every sense. I slide back, fully aware that I’m presenting, welcoming him to begin.

I timidly lick from the base to his tip, giving his cut head a tiny kiss before testing it with my lips. A bead of pre sticks to my lip, tasting surprisingly sweet, as I slowly go down on Daddy’s paci. He fills almost my whole mouth with his girth, the most satisfying soother I’ve ever enjoyed. Slowly, I begin inching deeper, wanting to please both of us without going too far my first time.

He spreads my cheeks and allows me to feel his warm breath against my still-virgin hole. His masculine, delectable musk envelopes me as I squirm slightly on him, before being stilled by his tongue carefully probing its way inside of me; the feeling of another human being entering me for the first time causing yet another twitch as I feel my own dribble of pre forming on his stomach. Easing my hips back and forth, he guides my body to take a little for of him in, before retracting and allowing him more depth on his side.

Swallowing a mouthful of pre, he stops the rocking.

“How is it? Still doing okay?”

I helplessly nod again, desperate for more. I go back down on him, allowing more of him in my tiny maw, his warmth coating my gums. Coating his length in my saliva, I attempt to slick him down as best I can, anxious as to what was coming next. Even though I know we had more than enough lube in the house, something about it just made me feel better.

Kent's tongue continues spelunking through my hole as it gently loosened up for him. Given my general lack of experience, I wasn't expecting it to be able to go that far... but here we were. I could definitely tell he was giving the same treatment I was applying to his cock, sending my hesitant, yet palpable excitement.

His dick throbs in my mouth before tensing up; I can tell he's getting close. His precum flowing more freely now, I begin massaging the base of his member with my tongue, seeing if it would be good for him. My answer quickly arrives.

"Jei... I-I....."

Kent has his first climax in my mouth, his heated member pumping load after load of warm sperm into my pleading mouth. I can't suck that shit down fast enough; it pools on my tongue as I get my first taste of my boyfriend's sweet, sweet gift.

As he finishes with a hearty exhale, I begin to sit back up, leaving a small kiss on his head as I rise. Turning to face him again, I see little puddles of my own pre on his chest; clearly my own bits were having a party of their own, unbeknownst to me.

"Well then..." Kent starts with a smile. "All that practice on your pacis really paid off, didn't it, cutie?"

I giggle as I nod with a deep blush. Kent sits up to meet me at my level, running a hand through my sweaty hair.

"Are you feeling good about this? You feel ready? It's not too late if you need more time to prac---"

"I'm ready." I interrupt with a firm tone I rarely utilize. "I've never been more ready for anything in my life, Kent."

A proud smile curls on his lips and he rustles my hair. "That's my boy..." he quietly praises.

I turn around again and assume the position, face down with my ass raised like a good boy; my face nestled into my blankie. I'm quivering, but it's a good energy that's coursing through my chakras. One of anticipation and unbridled desire.

Kent's Point of View

I place my hands on Jei's sensitive little ass, one hand per cheek. I take my time surveying my precious, tiny little emo boyfriend. I know how much he wants this, but there's a huge part of me that knows how gentle I'll have to be with him. I don't know how much or how hard he's been preparing for this, but something tells me that I just have to trust him.

I arch myself over him and gently lay down, still supporting my own weight while allowing our skin to touch, his back to my stomach. I push myself against his asshole laterally, allowing its presence to continue to build up his excitement; the teaser trailer to our film. I exhale deeply across his whole height, eliciting a quiver from him.

"Are you ready?"

"Y-yes... Daddy..."

I sit up again and remove myself from his behind, a quiet whine escaping his throat. Reaching over to the end table, I begin applying several pumps of lube to myself, knowing there can never be enough, especially for a virgin like Jei. With myself coated, I apply an equal amount to my index and middle fingers as I begin to gently caress his tight, pink little hole.

Rimming around the edge's folds, I slowly insert my fingertips, then the first knuckle, then the second, all the way to the base third, the generous amount of lube covering his interior as his little whimpers only goad me to continue. I slowly remove myself and approach him from behind. With my cock dripping in excitement, I lean down and hold his small hands in mine, a final reassurance before I press my tip against the virgin's entrance.

Jei nods softly, the final level of consent given before I slowly insert my head in. He's warm... so warm. And ever so tight. I worry about how all of my inches will be able to fit, but he seems to be enjoying himself, so I continue. We pass the apex of the head and begin on the shaft as I slide deeper and deeper into the boy, his eyes and mouth agape at the sensation; smalls gasps being his only sound.

"Breathe, Jei... just breathe and relax. Daddy's almost in..."

Past the halfway point, we start to approach my end as I feel his sphincter relax. Jei grits his teeth and nestles aggressively against his little blankie, drying small tears from his eyes. At last we reach completion, my entire self in him. My thumbs caress his hands, reassurance of who is protecting him in this moment.

"D....D-daddyy..." Jei moans.

"I'm here, sweetie. Daddy's here. Do you like it?"

Jei helplessly nods, eyes still pressed shut.

"Can Daddy start doing what he wants to do?" I ask, to which he nods again.

I begin gently humping his boypussy to establish a rhythm. I tighten my grip on his hands, enough to brace him in place but not so much to hurt. A fresh batch of pre lubes him up even more than I had already done so and I gradually begin sliding out and in again. Which each thrust I pick up a little more, being careful not to pound him. He's panting heavily beneath me, still keeping his ass up. He's working so hard... I can't believe how well he's doing on his very first time.

He squeezes my left hand twice, asking for more without using the words he had lost apparently. I oblige by increasing the tempo slightly, the bed beginning to squeak beneath us as a little puddle of drool gets absorbed by his blankie beneath him. His hips start playing along, our copulation now a duet as I am allowed more of him, but faster.

I am leaving nothing but my tip in with each thrust, Jei taking almost my whole self. My right hand finds his tiny parts, his three erect inches actively dripping all over his bedsheets. I begin caressing him in tandem with my thrusts, keen on helping us finish together. A load moan is shared as he buries his face in the pillow. I grip the boy, his whole self merely in the palm of my hand as I begin jacking him off. Eventually my hand reaches eighth-notes as my hips establish the quarters, Jei's at half as I feel his sensitive little bits tense and swell with cum.

He lets out muffled moans into his pillow, one after another as we begin our crescendo. He's so close... I pick up my thrusts' speed, defying our time signature, my cock now fully exiting and re-entering with each beat.

With a rapturous "Oh... FUCK.", my cock bursts within him, a generous gush of my jizz firing off in his pleading asshole with each pulse. He tilts his head up and cries out at full volume as he cums in unison with me, unloading an adorable amount of his stickies into my palm. We each remain at the top of our orgasms, continuing to pulse into each other, our gentials showing our respective appreciation. When it finally begins to slow down after what feels like minutes, Jei's hyperventilating slows to deliberate, heavy breaths as he lays his head back down on this soft square of fleece and silk, his little boy bits shrinking back to their original, tiny size.

I slide myself out and I take a moment to appreciate the slow yet active drip of lube and cum leaking from Jei's now-christened, now-owned asshole.

I grab a baby wipe from the nightstand to clean off my tired member as I lay down beside Jei, drawing him into my bosom, cradling his precious head as he buries his face against me. Through his wild sex hair, I can see a soft smile peeking beneath his bangs. His little hands find their way to my pecs, coiling themselves in my chest hair.

"Good job, little one... Daddy is so proud of you."