Page 36 of Snuggle Bug

"You know the rules."

"Can’t." I whimper, shaking my head back and forth.

Greyson drops to his knees, then frowns as he stares up at me. "Tell Daddy what’s wrong. If you need to use the potty, let me know."

It’s not that. I’m hard, oh so very hard, and my boner isn’t going down.

I nudge Greyson’s nose with my cock. "This is my problem."

Greyson growls playfully, pretending to bite my boner. "Oh, that? That’s nothing more than a hard wee. Ask Connor and I bet he’ll tell you that many of the Littles who come to Little Land deal with the same problem. It’s not an issue here, boy. Little Land accepts all types of regressors—those who don't grow excited while playing, and those who do. There’s nothing wrong with being hard. In fact, I’ll be honest, Daddy’s a little hard himself. Being around you makes him feel a certain type of way, and now that your hard boner is poking his nose, he’s growing harder."

I sniffle, shyness taking hold of me. "Embarrassed. Don't want to get naked."

Greyson rises to his feet. Taking my hand, he places it on his bulge. Sure enough, he’s as hard as a rock. "There’s nothing to be ashamed about. This is the way our bodies work. We can’t hide when we’re excited like ladies."

Greyson moves my hand up and down his bulge, which only makes me grow harder. "I guess you’re right."

Greyson helps me out of my onesie. I try not to look at my hard dick sticking up, but it’s difficult not to.

Greyson takes hold of my cock. He squeezes it, then pumps it a few times, which causes me to jolt my head back.

"Into the hot tub you go."

He leads me by my hard dick into the tub. The second I hit the water, I laugh and splash, picking up rubber duckies and zooming them around the tub.

Greyson pats my head. "You look like you feel better already."

"Sure do, Daddy." I beam, picking up a ducky and handing it to him. "Now, I’m keeping my streak of obeying all the rules and hopefully I’ll still receive my sticker."

Greyson shows me that it’s okay to be afraid at times, and all I need to push past my fear is to trust him. There’s no shame in being myself around people who support me.

When we leave, Connor hands Greyson a custom-printed sticker for me. "I’ve never had such a well-behaved Little in the playroom. Your boy doesn’t only get a sticker—he gets a sucker, too."

Greyson sticks the sticker on my teddy t-shirt, and I open my mouth so I can welcome the sucker. Yes, I’m a good boy, both Connor and Greyson said so.

Only the best boys get stickers and candy.

FOURTEEN

GREYSON

I wrap my arm around Calloway’s waist, then lead him into my house. He had quite an eventful day today.

First, he played to his heart’s content in Little Land. He made the prettiest picture of Constable Charlie, and even though I didn’t show it, it brought tears to my eyes.

There’s something about our childhood stuffies that makes us emotional. We never really quit loving them no matter how old we get. Seeing a new boy love Constable Charlie the way I did all those years ago makes my heart happy. My old teddy deserves love, hugs, and all the sweetness only a boy can give him.

After Little Land, I took Calloway to Coney Island. We met up with Waxley and Wren, who were watching Norwegian ships come into the harbor. Waxley let Calloway use his plastic steering wheel, and he told Calloway all about his adventures at sea. I think Waxley has a tendency to exaggerate, but he’s a Little, so I don't judge him. As far as Waxley is concerned, he really did guide his passengers out of a hurricane and water packed with hungry killer whales. He’s a wonderful captain, and I love seeing him use his imagination.

After, Calloway and I went out for hamburgers. His parents were vegetarian, so they didn’t allow him to eat meat in their home growing up. I wonder if Calloway’s father’s vegetarianism caused his panic disorder. Not getting enough red meat like a big juicy steak when you’re hungry can trigger emotional problems. I had a friend who tried to go vegan for a few months over the summer and he was a nightmare to be around. He used to be ripped, friendly, and outgoing. Then, all he ever did was talk about artificial insemination and how dairy producers violate cows. The second he started eating meat again, he lightened up. I’m all for protecting animals, but I don't need to be preached at. I get enough of that at my job, thanks.

Calloway ordered dinosaur nuggets with fries and a rainbow milkshake. Neither of us were sure what a rainbow milkshake was, but one taste told us we’d made the correct decision. It tasted like unicorn fluff, cotton candy, and a whole lot of love. Calloway dipped his fries into the milkshake, and when I told him to be careful because he might spill a droplet on his sticker, he slid the fry into my mouth instead. I chomped on it, pondering this curious delicacy that I’d never had the privilege to taste before. Sure enough, the fry-and-milkshake combination was to die for. I stole two more of Calloway’s fries and helped myself to a second taste. Calloway pretended to grow cross with me, sticking his nose in the air and telling me that I should’ve ordered my own milkshake. I said I’d buy him another one on the way out if he wanted it.

As fate would have it, Calloway wasn’t in the mood for another milkshake after we left the restaurant, but he was in the mood for cuddles. Lots and lots of cuddles. On the drive home, he rested his cheek against my shoulder like a baby kitten, one that’s found a ball of yarn that it can’t quit cozying up to, pretending it’s their mommy. Soft sighs escaped Calloway’s red lips, and I couldn’t help but move my hand between his legs to rub his bulge as I drove. It was very naughty of me, I’m well aware. If a police officer had pulled us over, I would’ve gotten in trouble, but Calloway would’ve gotten in more trouble, for being too cute.

Now, we’re finally back home. An eventful day indeed.

Calloway holds Constable Charlie to his chest. "I had too many nuggets and fries, Daddy."