Gifting Crayons: An ABDL MM Romance (Regressed Book 1)

  Gifting Crayons

  An ABDL MM Romance

  Jerry Hastings

  Gifting Crayons Copyright © 2020 by Jerry Hastings. All Rights Reserved.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  Cover designed by Jerry Hastings

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  “Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.”

  — Erich Fromm

  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  More ABDL MM

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  T he moment I woke up was the moment I noticed something wrong – too wrong – was going on with me. Oh Jesus, what the fuck was that smell? It seemed to be in the air, in my nostrils, in my lungs, and even in my hands.

  I peed myself while sleeping, and this wasn’t the first time it happened. I needed to do something about this, or else my housemate was going to find out about it and kick me out. I paid for half the rent, but it didn’t really mean anything if he found out I had incontinence problems.

  Sweating quite a bit, I slid off the bed, grabbed the bedsheets, and then opened the door. Realizing I was still wearing my dirty PJs and underwear, I couldn’t help but shake my head at the thought of having to put them to be washed as well.

  Because of these silly, shitty incontinence problems, I’d been having to put so many bed sheets and clothes to be washed in the room downstairs. Bryce didn’t mind it much, but he’d made some questions about it sometimes. Some very inopportune questions I didn’t like answering at that.

  Putting my head on the door of his bedroom, all I could hear was the sound of his loud breathing. Still sleeping, good, and no sign that he was going to snore every night again. Whenever he did that, I just couldn’t sleep. It almost felt like bombs were exploding right in our house.

  I reached the washroom and put the bed sheets into one of the washing machines. It still had enough space for some other things, and so I didn’t turn it on yet. Then, I hurried back to my bedroom, changed my smelly PJs to a white shirt and a pair of jeans, and rushed back with my dirty clothes.

  Turning when I heard someone clearing his throat, my eyes landed on him.

  Bryce was in the doorway, one arm resting on it. His eyes looked serious, like he knew I should have told him something important – that he should know about what was going on with me. And he didn’t have a shirt on too, showing me the perfection of his torso.

  I could see every curve, every line of his build, and they turned me on so much. For a moment, I didn’t know what to do, just opening and closing my mouth, flames flooding my cheeks.

  His nipples looked so big too, and I couldn’t help but stare at them, and then at his face, and then at them again. I was making a fool of myself, and I knew that very well. However, how could I not be doing such a thing with Bryce showing me what his body was like?

  He didn’t know I was gay, and even if he did, he’d probably kick me out of here too. He was a very conservative guy.

  His caramel skin was something of wonder, and even though he was a good 10 years older than me, it still looked so smooth. I felt like touching it now, feeling it with my fingers, running them along his lines, and also basking in the hardness of his muscles. That would be a dream of mine coming true.

  If he learned I jacked off at night while fantasizing about him, he’d kick me out too. It was a wonder I was still in this house. He had so many reasons to expel me from here. He just didn’t know about any of them – not yet anyway.

  And that’s all without mentioning the fur on his chest. He was making me drool over it, wondering if this could be much more than an initial attraction and that I could sleep together with him one day, caressing his chest hair until he fell asleep.

  His arms seemed to be twice the size of mine too, making me wonder what he would feel if he were to pick me up. He’d probably say I weighted like a feather, which wouldn’t be too far from the truth.

  And he’d make me feel so protected and cared for. Though I had to suppress all those thoughts and temptations. Bryce was a good man, a gentle man, and he cared about me, but he would never care for me. If anything, he was going to end up marrying a gorgeous woman pretty soon.

  “Bryce! I didn’t think you were going to get up so early.”

  “Well, with you making so much noise, I had no choice but to check up on you. Is everything alright?”

  Ah, so there it was again. How much he cared about how I was doing. No wonder I loved living with him, despite all the difficulties that came with calling this place my home.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

  “No, I guess not,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “And you changed clothes this early in the morning. What happened? That’s not very like you.”

  Not recently, no, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.

  “Yeah, I don’t like my PJs that much anymore. I’m going to buy some new ones.”

  “Wanna me to go with you?”

  I grinned and responded, “No. no need. I’ll be fine on my own.”

  “You sure? Because last time you came back with a hefty bill to pay, and I think you are still paying it, right?”

  Oh shit. He was right about that. I could always end up spending too much when there wasn’t anyone keeping me in check.

  I blushed. We were approaching some sensitive topics, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be talking about them.

  “Yeah, but I swear this time it’s going to be different,” I answered, punching the air upward to tell him I was determined this time and that, because of that, it was going to be different.

  He chuckled the gentlest chuckle I’d seen in a very long time, making my dick so hard. I was so ready to kiss him here and now. If only he wasn’t straight. If only he wasn’t looking for a girlfriend… maybe then we could be so much more.

  Bryce then checked up on the washing machine that I’d turned on, and padded back to me. “And when do you think you are going to find a job?”

  I rubbed the back of my head. “Well, you know. I’m looking, but it’s difficult, especially since the economic downfall of last year.”

  “Yeah, I suppose it’s hard. But as long as you continue getting enough money for the rent, it’s fine,” he said, now getting out of the washroom and going back to his bedroom. Was he going to finish getting dressed? I sure as hell was hoping he wasn’t.

  Not including a girlfriend, he had pretty much everything a guy his age could want in life. He wasn’t rich. He didn’t need to be. But he had an expensive car, people that loved him, friends, self-esteem, more money than he could spend (for the most part, he was a pretty simple guy), and seemed to get hookups all the time.

  I couldn’t get him out of my system when I closed the door of my bedroom behind me, and thus in a moment pushed down my pants and pair of briefs. Looping my fingers around my cock, I felt how warm and hard it already was.

  I then moved over to the bathroom and checked it out in the ref
lection. It was so small. I doubted any guy out there would ever want to do anything with me. I was pretty much by myself, wasn’t I?

  Especially with the rise in popularity of getting buffed up, being this skinny was going to do me no good.

  I began to jack off slowly, not wishing to make too much noise because everything was so silent now. Bryce would otherwise pick up the sound and think I was some kind of weirdo for doing this. I knew he did it as well, but guys never think those things of other guys. We don’t remind ourselves of it – and it’s good it’s that way because you never want to shake the same hand that strokes a shaft.

  In no time at all I was cumming in the sink, my whole body shaking. My fantasies involved Bryce grabbing me with force and shoving his monster cock deep into my boypussy. Of course, that was never going to happen, but a guy like me could dream.

  Taking a handful of toilet paper, I cleaned up my gland and then rinsed the sink with hot water to get the cum to flow down the drain, through the small hole.

  I was now finally ready for another day of job hunting, and I hoped this time I was going to find one. I just needed a good interview, a good chance, and I was sure the person on the other side of the desk – there was always a desk – would hire me.

  I needed to stop living in this place while thinking I wasn’t going to do good on my word to continue paying my half of the rent. And most of all, I didn’t want to feel like a burden to Bryce.

  Chapter 2

  I plopped down in my bed, wondering what I was doing wrong. Another useless day where finding a job was pretty much impossible. I had to be doing something wrong, right? Maybe it was my looks, attitude – or lack thereof – or perhaps even my own personality. Whatever recruiters saw in me, it rendered my chances of getting hired zero, and I needed to do something about that.

  Maybe ask Bryce for help? But then I wouldn’t know if he would be able to help me much. He had a degree in psychology, but didn’t practice it. His job was a much different one this time. He was a fireman, and a good one at that. His colleagues who sometimes came here always praised him.

  Well, no point getting all worked up over something like that. It’s not going to help me.

  I took my phone out of the pocket of my pants and installed Tinder. Perhaps this was going to be a mistake, but I didn’t want to think of it this way. And, in a moment I added some of my photos and was swiping left and right.

  Maybe getting a date now was all I needed to blow off some steam and reassess how my job hunting was going. Perhaps then I’d find out what I was doing wrong and would be able to correct it.

  But time passed, and I didn’t get any matches, as I suspected. Most of the guys on this app were looking for men that were way above average, and all I had going on for me was a pretty, cute face. Even Bryce said that one day.

  I found a guy that turned me on the moment my eyes landed on him, though. Getting my dick out, I beat it off until I was cumming all over my shirt. Fucking hell. I was going to have to put it to wash as well as soon as I felt like getting off the bed for dinner.

  Bryce didn’t come home yet, so I was going to have to be the one to make it.

  But then, swiping left one more time, I found him. Bryce. He was in the guys looking for guys section of the app, and all I could do now was to rub at my eyes. What the hell? This had to be some sort of joke, right?

  Bryce, in here, of all places? It didn’t make any sense. I saw the women he brought over every weekend. They made plenty of noises in his bedroom, and they were sex noises. He was straight.

  So, what the fuck was his profile doing here?

  I shook my head. Maybe someone found his Instagram, stole his photos, and put them there. That had to be it. The only explanation that made sense to me.

  Still, I swiped him right just to see what was going to happen. I considered hiding my profile from other people, but thought ‘why should I do that?’ Sure Bryce could find out about my true sexuality – if that profile was really his, that was – but then I supposed I shouldn’t be that afraid of stuff like that.

  Bryce was in many ways my friend, and he wouldn’t kick me out of here over a little thing, unless I really fucked up… right?

  I decided to go back and check out his profile. I hadn’t read his bio. I never did that with guys on Tinder, but I thought if there was a way to find out if his profile was his or not, it was by reading what he wrote there – if there was anything in that field.

  Scrolling down, I was surprised when I found some text in there. He – or whoever else had set up his profile – had written something, and it read as follows.

  Looking for a little. I’m a daddy and I haven’t seen a little in ages. I know you might not even understand what I’m talking about and that’s okay, but if you really don’t, just swipe left and don’t bother.

  There was some more info about his height, weight, personality, preferences, traits, quirks, and they were all… spot on. I was shocked. If his profile wasn’t really his, then we were dealing with someone that knew him well.

  Maybe a coworker, but then what would he or she gain by faking his account on Tinder. Unless they were criminals looking to kidnap people, it wasn’t going to help them much.

  And perhaps I should tell Bryce about this, just to be on the safe side.

  I went back to his profile and thought about what he’d said about being a daddy and looking for a little. What was that all about? I’d never heard the term ‘little’ before. ‘Daddy’ was a common one and in many ways, he was that to me, but that didn’t mean much.

  Perhaps, behind that profile all that there was, was an ugly guy trying to fool people online. I should get around to report his profile, as soon as I asked Bryce about it. After getting the confirmation that it wasn’t really his, then I could do that and the Tinder staff would take care of the rest… right?

  I shook my head. Sometimes, they didn’t do anything about fake profiles and just pretended everything was going to be alright.

  One thing I could always do was to change my gender and swipe in the women’s section of the app, but then that was something for another time. I didn’t feel like doing that right now.

  Better not.

  I put my phone away on the small bedside table and sat up on the bed, my eyes landing on something I was sure wasn’t mine and wasn’t here back when I left the room for my job hunting.

  It was a red crayon.

  And okay… that was puzzling. Didn’t think I was going to find something like that here, of all places. Maybe one of Bryce’s ‘babes’ was a mom and she forgot it here. But then, what business would she have had in my bedroom? Did something get stolen?

  I pushed myself off the bed and scoured the room for anything missing, but nothing was. Just the small, worn crayon. It had been used a long time ago. Maybe whoever left it here didn’t care about it much, but then I had to ask myself why anyone would have brought it here and was carrying it with them in the first place.

  This was all so puzzling and confusing.

  I got out of the room and stopped in front of Bryce’s. The door was semi-open, and the inside was dark. I pushed it open without making any noise and flipped up the switch to turn on the light.

  I hadn’t been here in a very long time, but now that I was, I was seeing something I’d thought I was never going to see. The crayon in my bedroom was nothing more than a prelude, it seemed.

  There were many crayons in the room, and they were all of different colors. Some were smaller than others, telling me they were used a long time ago.

  So… the whole thing involving Bryce’s Tinder profile could be true. Could I be wrong about him? Could he be gay? But then, even if he were, what explained him meeting up with so many girls here in his bedroom?

  He hooked up all the time with them. Nothing of this made any sense.

  By curiosity more than anything, I opened up the door of his closet and found the most interesting thing I’d seen in a very long time. It was a photo – who
still did physical photos in this day and age? – and it depicted a man about my age getting… diapered up.

  I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and so I put the photo back where I’d found it. Walking out of the bedroom, I heard Bryce calling me. Dinner was ready, and I had a lot of things to tell him. Problem was – was I ready to do that?

  I told him I was going down there in a jiff and grabbed my phone. Firing up Google and inputting the keywords that I already knew about the subject, I loaded up some pages that talked about littles, daddies, and of course, crayons.

  And when I read what they had, it all clicked for me. That wasn’t his fake profile. Bryce had been lying about his sexuality this whole time, which did explain the lack of girlfriends in his life. Someone his age, with his build, face, and everything else, should have one, but he didn’t.

  Bryce was a gay older man looking for a little to take care of.

  Chapter 3

  I had a plan. Maybe it wasn’t going to work. Perhaps I was wrong about my conclusions and Bryce was going to kick me out, but I really couldn’t care much about that. I needed to do this. I didn’t know much about being a little, but I was reading up on it. I didn’t want to disappoint Bryce, and now I was really wishing to make us happen.

  I bought a diaper and left it in my bedroom. Upon coming back home, Bryce came up to me, and we talked about some things, asked about my job hunting, how it was going, if he could do anything to help me, and even mentioned there might be an opening in his workplace soon. I said to him I was going to keep that in mind.

  Then, he rubbed at his forehead and said, “Look, David. I know I don’t have anything to do with it, but I found a diaper in your bedroom. Is something I should know about going on?”

  “No… I don’t think anything is. I bought it because… well, my sister will have a baby soon and she’s going to need it.’

  “Huh? Really? Must be a pretty big baby. The diaper is big enough to fit on an adult.”