Page 95 of Tangled Innocence

Every now and then the interview goes viral again on Twitter or TikTok, and plenty of people have gossiped and speculated that we’re actually an item. Or at least that we were fucking at the time.

But the reality is that Kyle and I have never once put our hands on each other in a sexual sense- or any other body parts for that matter!

We’re Daddy friends for life.

And we’re both now at the point where finding a baby boy is what’s on our agenda.

‘Rafa, here me out,’ Kyle says as he gulps down his drink and instantly reloads with afresh bottle. ‘You ever heard of YoungDaddies.com?’

‘Please tell me this isn’t porn?’ I laugh, honestly thinking it could be.

‘Hell no,’ Kyle replied, smiling from ear to ear as he shows me his cellphone. ‘It’s dating. But with a difference. The whole set-up has been designed to match younger Daddies with older Littles. I think this could be the one for us.’

I grin like a cat who’s just about to get the cream.

This does sound good.

‘Okay, I’m in,’ I laugh. ‘What’s the worst that could happen? I fall in love?’

‘I still get a kick out of a quick hookup, but it’s not quite as fun as it used to be,’ Kyle says. ‘I’ve got a career. I’ve got money. I want…more. And all these younger boys are just too bratty.’

‘Trust me, I know what you mean,’ I reply. ‘My last asshole of a client just sent me a nude. I mean, he’s cute but I’m not into it. I need someone older. Someone… bigger. You know?’

‘I certainly do,’ Kyle replied, a knowing smile on his face. ‘I want cheeks that clap for days. Big, round, spankable buns. A tummy I can tickle and flesh I can squeeze.’

‘Shit, you better stop or you might need to visit the bathroom for some relief,’ I laugh, actually beginning to feel turned on myself at this point. ‘YoungDaddies.com might just be the making of us, my friend.’

We toast one another.

This might be nothing, or it could be the beginning of something special.

Either way, it feels like the perfect moment to reload the drinks and let the good times continue to flow.

‘Twenty-four… twenty-five… twenty-six,’ I say, counting the door numbers and walking down the corridor of the smart, well maintained eighth floor of the Regal Rose Apartment block. ‘And here we are.’

Before knocking, I pause and whip my cell phone out of my pocket.

I know, I know, social media addiction is a terrible thing.

But YoungDaddies.com isn’t exactly the same as scrolling through endless TikToks or Instagram stories. In fact, it couldn’t be much more different if it tried.

In the week since downloading the app with Kyle and signing up for an account, I’ve been having plenty of flirty fun.

And one older boy in particular has been especially forthcoming.

I like to flirt, but this baby boy has been giving as good as he’s got from me and then a whole heap on top of that too.

And now I’m opening my messages and seeing another cute photo of his butt in some banana print briefs over the top of a fluffy diaper.

I’m getting hard right before I see a new client.

This isn’t good. It’s time to put away the cell phone and get my head in the game.

But I can’t get this boy out of my mind.

I just need to see his face now. I get that he’s shy, and I never send nudes or compromising photos with my face in either, I don’t blame him at all for that.

‘Rafa, control yourself,’ I say, breaking my mind out of its boy obsessed thoughts and back into reality.