Page 3 of Snuggle Bug
Recently, Wren found his forever baby boy named Waxley, which is the most precious thing ever. All it took was a night in the cuddle room for them to become partners. The sight of Wren and Waxley hugging gives me warm fuzzies whenever I see them.
I’m well aware that my emotions are silly. A mature, plus-sized, grown-ass man doesn't usually prance like a schoolgirl at the sight of one of his best friends falling in love with the most special boy he adores with all his heart.
I’m a sap, thanks. No need to let me know.
Wren and Waxley got back from a cruise across the Atlantic Ocean last week and the pictures they shared put me over the moon. Waxley is a rootin’ tootin’ steamship captain thanks to Wren’s love. He always guides the ships to the best of his ability, and he never lets his passengers down. It doesn’t matter if he’s playing here at the Club or at sea.
I shake my head. "Calloway says that he’s ready to take the next step with me. I don't think he is."
"He’s been your boy for almost a year. It’s long past time."
I take a much-needed sip of scotch. I recall the day I made Calloway mine, which is still one of the happiest of my life. I’d been going through a pretty rough couple of months. There didn’t seem to be a light at the end of a long tunnel of trials and tribulations.
My former Little cheated on me with his bisexual childhood best friend who’d come back into his life after breaking up with his Mommy. My career was in an iffy spot, with my partners at the legal firm I founded turning against me. They’d invited me to speak on a panel at a conference and then disinvited me at the last minute after I’d already paid for a hotel and transportation.
Their betrayal came out of nowhere, and even though I acted like everything was all right, they never apologized. They even accused me of copying their legal briefs, which was so absurd I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I’d been successful as a lawyer long before them, and made plenty of money. The entire situation made me so sad. I couldn't understand why grown adults couldn't get along instead of letting petty bullshit taint their relationships. I’ve since left my old firm and moved to a new one.
Calloway came into my life like a rainbow over a patch of dark clouds. I was scrolling through a local kink community dating app one day after I started at my new firm, and I stumbled across a blank profile. The boy hadn’t included any real information about himself, which piqued my curiosity. Was he a brunette? Blond? Tall? Short? Older? Younger? After talking for a bit, he sent me a picture of him at the park, and that was all it took to know this was the angel with whom I’d fall in love.
They say love at first sight only exists in movies.
I beg to differ.
I invited Calloway to the Hug Club after he confirmed that he was eighteen by sending me a picture of his ID, and I never looked back.
Calloway is the boy I want to be with forever which is why I refuse to rush him into sex.
Because Calloway is only eighteen, I change his diapers, bathe him, help him use the potty, but I ignore his cock when it grows hard. He never pouts, he simply nods and says that he understands, and that he’ll be a good boy and pretend he’s not excited, either.
Calloway’s cock grows hard a lot.
He’s always horny.
It especially sucks when I’m bathing him and I get aroused washing his body, too. I’m ashamed to think about the times I’ve touched myself while I shampoo his hair.
I’m not meeting his needs.
"Calloway needs to be positive that I’m the man he wants to give his virginity to." My voice couldn’t be clearer. "If he’s not, then I refuse to go any further."
Wren places his hand on my shoulder. "You’re a good, good man, and Calloway is making the right decision by trusting you. However, I think you two should have a conversation in the cuddle room tonight. Speak about your feelings. Talking is the only way you two will be able to see eye to eye. If you’re never open about what you both want, the steamship of your relationship is destined for the rocky shores of miscommunication."
"The ship metaphor isn’t necessary."
"My boy is a steamship captain. Deal with it."
TWO
CALLOWAY
"It was amazing." Waxley shows us the pictures from his cruise again. We’ve seen them a hundred times, but that doesn’t stop him. "Wren brought me to meet the captain of the ship, and he let me guide the zoomer."
"That’s amazing, Waxley." I place my hand on his.
"I steered around icebergs." Waxley beams. "Dodged killer whales that tried to eat the passengers, and at the end of our journey, I even pressed the toot button. The zoomer shook when the horn blared. My fingers were a little sticky from the ice cream that Wren fed me, so I left a mark on the button, but Wren said that I still did a great job. I got everyone to Iceland safely."
BJ crooks a brow. "Oh, right. Killer whales tried to eat you."
"I didn’t say they tried to eat me." Waxley holds his teddy Barnacle tight. "They tried to eat the passengers. I kept them safe."