Hitman Daddy by Aster Rae
1
Christian
I'm pokingthe straw through my juice box when I get the text.
NYCDaddy: Hey boy
My eyebrows migrate to my forehead.
Me:Hi
NYCDaddy: Got any pics?
Excitement courses through my veins.
"Finally," I mutter.
I've been looking for a Daddy since I was in high school.
But the men I want aren’t interested.
They want someone they can hook up with without settling down.
I've even made posts on Reddit searching for older men but I rarely get a response.
The people that do respond are typically other teenagers or daddies who trade "passion" for cold hard cash.
I'm not interested in that.
I want something real.
NYCDaddy — a.k.a. the anonymous silver fox who just added me on FetApp — might have what I need.
Me:Yes >.<
I send the stranger a picture of me in my favorite bib.
It's light blue and covered in silly dinos.
It's basically the cutest thing ever and it makes me feel so warm and comfy.
NYCDaddy: Age?
Me:19
I hold my breath.
This is typically the point in the conversation where men stop talking to me.
They either think I'm too young to function or too immature to be with an older man.
NYCDaddy: U into father/son play?
Disappointment seeps into my veins.
I let out a groan as I set down my apple juice.
Me:No
NYCDaddy: I’ll make it worth your while
I snap my phone shut.
Asshole.
The fact that he offered to pay me makes it so much fucking worse.
"You look down in the dumps,” a familiar voice says.
Tristan. My roommate.
"I've had better days,” I moan, slumping onto the center island.
"Care to tell me about it?" Tristan asks, grabbing a juice box.
“I'm looking for a Daddy, but all I can find are creeps,” I lament.
Tristan snorts. “Have you checked Reddit?”
“I did this morning. I got one message from a twenty-two-year-old little in Texas who wants to trade onesie pictures with me. He said his Daddy likes it when he shares with other boys. But that's not what I'm looking for. I want a man just for myself."
"Dating in the gay community sounds like a nightmare,” Tristan observes.
“You don't know the half of it."
Tristan is a great ally. He’s the only person who offered me a place to stay when my parents kicked me out at sixteen after they discovered my onesie stash. He even introduced me to Lil’ Man Discord chat where littles like me can connect with each other across the country.
He’s also a straight Daddy to a beautiful baby girl named Tina.
They met at the University of Florida and they've been partners ever since.
He loves to surprise Tina with sweet gifts like brand new pajamas.
He’s basically the world's perfect boyfriend.
A pang of jealousy shoots across me but I force myself to push it down.
"Look what I ordered for Tina." Tristan pulls out his phone.
My jaw drops when I see it.
A onesie.
A beautiful, pink, fluffy rainbow onesie with a picture of a unicorn on the front and sparkles going down the side.
"It's beautiful," I muster at last, secretly planning to order a brand-new onesie of my own ASAP. "Where did you get it?"
"Etsy sale."
"You didn't think to ask if I wanted one?" I grumble. “We could've ordered them together. Saved on shipping.”
"I'll send you the link."
TristanAKABestie: Here u go
TristanAKABestie: They have super cute dinosaur onesies too
Dinosaurs. My kryptonite.
I might be late on rent this month, but these dino pajamas are calling my name.
How can I resist perfection?
I pull out my MasterCard and buy two.
Tristan heads to the freezer and pulls out the rainbow ice cream cake we got for my birthday last weekend and dishes me a slice.
"For the birthday boy." Tristan slides the cake across the counter.
My tummy rumbles.
"It's so good,” I moan, spooning a delicious bite into my mouth.
When it melts, it tastes like a rainbow.
"Don't take too long to finish," Tristan says. "We have plans tonight."
That's news.
"We do?”
"Look what finally arrived."
All thoughts of rainbow sprinkle cake vanish when Tristan pulls out two plastic rectangles and sets them on the island.
Our fake IDs.
"Tina wants to have a three-way with the bouncer at Crave tonight,” Tristan explains. “I need company."
Crave is the hottest LGBT nightclub in Manhattan that opened last month.
Everyone from famous local drag queens to Las Vegas Onlyfans royalty has gone there in the past week alone.
"Will they actually work?" I ask.
“They better.”
My heart brims with warmth. I've been looking for a partner forever and this fake ID I ordered two months ago might actually get the job done.
And Tristan has a contact at the nightclub.
He and his girlfriend want to make love to the bouncer like in that Studio Killers song.
Is tonight the night I find a fucking Daddy?
