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Academy last year, and we both like our gym time. At six foot three, I eclipse his height by about two inches, but he’s broader across the chest than I am. His eyes are dark where mine are blue, but we both sport the same dark hair and stubble across our matching jawlines.
Even though there’s eight years of age between us, we have a close enough relationship that we’re aware of each other’s kinks. In fact, he can thank me for introducing him to the world of age play where we’ve both found our niche.
shaken awake by another cop. He looks a lot like Officer Jaywalker, but his eyes are a deep shade of blue and have a couple of laugh lines in their corners where Jaywalker does not. Also I can’t help noticing that his scruff is thicker and darker, and I have the urge to rub my cheek across his jaw like a cat.
clapboard home. It’s two stories, painted gray with white accents, with a wraparound porch. It’s got a cute cottage feel about it. Welcoming and homey.
mop of curls on my head.
I’m not exactly a small guy. I’m five foot eleven, and I’ve worked hard to bulk up since my teens. But cradled by this man, I feel Little
The kid, though. God, he’s adorable. He’s got wide hazel eyes, a mop of chestnut-colored curls on his head, and an athletic build, with broad shoulders that taper down to slim hips and strong thighs. He’s perfection, and from the moment I saw him,
The walls are painted a pale blue with fluffy white clouds scattered abstractly. The carpet is a deep shade of blue and is lush and thick beneath our feet. In the built-in cupboard, I have a selection of onesies and pajamas which should fit him, as well as new pairs of training pants and some diapers…but they can all wait for another time.
Unable to meet his gaze, I try not to drool over his biceps because hot damn they’re something else.
Charlie’s blue eyes
his hazel eyes,
But then my gaze is drawn to his muscular chest, with its smattering of dark chest hair, and across to those insane biceps of his, then down the defined abs that put my lightly toned stomach to shame. He’s all hard ridges, where I have a little softness to my belly. His opened jeans hang loose on his hips, and the prominent V shape of his form dips directly into the waistband of his boxer briefs like an arrow directing me to the promised land.
Then there’s Emma, Spencer’s Little girlfriend. She’s gorgeous. Today she’s Big like the rest of us, but her hair’s still in long, dark pigtails and her lips are painted bright pink. She’s as bubbly as the brightly colored dress she’s wearing, and I’m immediately comfortable talking to her.
The two Daddies, Chance and Spencer, aren’t exactly intimidating, though. Chance looks like an ordinary guy in his midthirties. He’s got a bit of a dad bod, a scruffy reddish beard, and his hair is cropped really short because, according to him, it’s starting to thin. Spencer is tall and lanky, with glasses and wild dark hair. But he has a friendly smile, and the way he looks at Emma makes me feel all fizzy inside because it’s a lot like the way Charlie looks at me.
“Long day?” he asks me, nuzzling into the short beard I’ve grown. “Yeah. I hear yours was pretty crappy, too.”
Considering those big, hazel eyes, the soft curls on his head, and his youthful face,
