Daddy on demand an mm ro.., p.2
Daddy on Demand: An MM Romance, page 2
I was already on the edge of believing it was time to commit to the app. Now that I have help, I'm ready to actually do this thing.
Damien clicks the button to move into the questionnaire part of the signup process. "First question. What do you want most in a Daddy? It's multiple choice so let's go down them. Kind, loving, patient, stern, demanding, bossy, or other, where you can put your own answer."
"Can I pick more than one?" I bite my lip; my nerves heightened as I try to consider my choices.
"It does look like you can pick more than one. Which do you like?"
I take a deep breath, then answer, "Kind, loving, and patient. Oh, and for other can you put gentle?"
My friend nods as he selects all the options I said. "Good work. Next question. What's your ideal playdate look like? Crayons and coloring party. Dinner and a movie. Playing with toys, then cuddling. Traditional dates. A spanking and/or punishment routine. Unsure. There's no other option on this one."
"I like the first three. Number four is ok too but definitely not the spanking."
He frowns, then shakes his head. "This one is a one selection only option. Which is your favorite?"
Ugh. I hate having to choose. It's part of the reason I needed the damn app in the first place.
"I guess toys and cuddling if I can only have one," I grumble.
The rest of the questions go much the same. Damien asks my favorite color, favorite animal, times available, and preferred method of communication to which I reply, teal blue, pandas, any times not on shift, and text as my answers.
"You did good, Zach. This is a great start, and I think you'll find it easier as time goes on. Maybe you'll even luck out and your first match will be someone amazing." He hands the phone back to me, then stands from the couch. "I've got to go call my boy now. You've made me miss him more than before."
I chuckle as he leaves the area. The rest of the guys are all playing ball outside or napping before another call swings through. Meanwhile, I focus on the app and send up a prayer to the universe that it sends me someone soon. I don't want to wait a really long time.
The sooner I get some experience, the sooner I can ask out Smith to see if he's willing to be my Daddy. It wouldn't be the easiest thing I've ever done, but I have a feeling the man is worth it.
My gut is rarely wrong on matters like this.
Since I know staring at the phone won't help, I decide to make myself something to eat. From the fridge, I pull out two Lunchables — both turkey and American cheese, aka the elitist of Lunchable flavors. I take a seat at the table, rip the plastic cover off and lay it out on the table with the food touching sides facing up. Then I go about my routine of making my crackers. One by one, I lay out the circle crackers until the plastic lids are covered. Then I pull out the cheese and separate it one by one, laying a slice down on every other cracker until I run out. From there, I put the remaining cheese back in the container and grab the turkey. Every single cracker and cracker/cheese combo gets a meat slice. Once that's all done, I go back to finish off the cheese pieces I didn't do before.
My result is an alternating collection of cheese topped or turkey topped open faced cracker sandwiches. It's delicious and silly, but I love it all the same. I've done it since I was a little kid. No one can convince me there's a better way to eat them. I dare them to try.
When I finish eating the main portion of food, I turn to the cookies I've got stashed away. The chocolate chip ones are my favorite, so I gobble them down. Then I pull the juice pouches out, stab them both with straws, and double fist them to wash down my food.
Satisfied with the meal, I toss my trash away before checking my phone again. It's been... twenty-seven minutes since I last checked it. Maybe there's something there this time.
Opening the Daddy on Demand app, I'm shocked to see a red notification icon. I click it right away to find there are five potential matches for me. My body is frozen, as if I'm in a state of disbelief. How could the system work so fast? I mean, yeah, algorithms and computers are quick, but DAMN. I'm nervous and excited in a way I can't recall being in a long time. It's exciting to know I could potentially meet someone soon who will put me one step closer to Smith.
I scroll through the options listed. Since you don't put a profile picture of your face like traditional dating apps, the review process is more authentic. I'm looking for their answers rather than worrying if their six-pack is photoshopped or not. This way also makes me feel less like a creep and more as if I'm truly getting to meet someone based on more than vanity.
The first two are nice enough guys, though their bios do mention they are up for disciplining a boy as needed. Something about the wording has my gut clenching tight. Like they're looking for boys who might be ok with an occasional spanking and they want to do more than that. I don't know how to explain it. I can only say that it doesn't sit well with me.
Third in the lineup is a Daddy who seems too perfect to be true. His wants align with mine perfectly. It's as I scroll down that I see the issue. His schedule is as busy as mine, which would mean lots and lots of planning.
Ewww. I hate planning.
I leave him as an option as I check out the other two. The first of them says he's only looking for serious partners who will turn into in-face meetings soon after the initial chat. He's an automatic no for me. Which leaves one more option.
The last guy is my only option besides the guy in the middle of the lineup. His profile shows he has a busy job, but that he will take care of all the planning. He admits to being a single parent with long-time experience in the kink community. He even added an extra note to say those new to the lifestyle were welcome to reach out for an initial chat. His honesty and openness have me opening a chat before I can even think of being nervous.
CuddleZ4lyfe:
Hi. I got matched to you. I'm new.
After hitting send, I immediately feel my nerves rushing back.
Oh, no. What did I just do?
Chapter 3
SMITH
There's nothing like the end of the day when I get to come home with my daughter, and we can relax the night away. Granted, most nights are chaotic as hell with Star fighting me over homework problems and then me trying to coax her into a shower. But overall, it's still more relaxing than navigating the world of the elementary public school system.
I've always known I wanted to be an educator. I love teaching others. The moment I see the information click in someone’s mind gives me a sense of purpose.
But in that timeline of planning, principal wasn't on the list of things to do. Then one day a coworker of mine, Joselyn, mentioned she thought I was better suited to head the school than to be teaching first graders. I took her words for what they were and wound up pursuing the path that led me to the position at Turner Titan Elementary.
With Star preoccupied for the moment, I pull out my phone to check my Daddy on Demand app. I doubt there's anything there since this morning. I still want to check, though. It never hurts to take a peek.
I'm shocked to find that not only is there a notification of a potential new match, but there’s also a message from said match.
CuddleZ4lyfe:
Hi. I got matched to you. I'm new.
What a cute screen name! I wonder just how much cuddling this boy needs, and what he's looking for in a Daddy that brought him my way. Not wanting to waste another minute, I send a reply text back.
DaddyEllisCares:
Hey there, CuddlesZ4lyfe! I'm so happy to see you as a match. Are you new to the app or to the lifestyle? Tell me a bit more about yourself and what you like. I'm here to help you as you need me.
There. That should do it. Not too needy, but clear enough to let him know that I'll be there for him if such a time comes that he does in fact need me to fill the role of Daddy.
As I've used the app I’ve been more and more amazed at how handy it is. It's not the same as when I was running things on my own. But I’d almost say it’s better. There's still a million and one ways to connect and guide a partner, while ensuring anonymity.
A new message pops up on the app as I'm thinking of how he might respond. I smile as I read what Cuddles wrote.
CuddlesZ4lyfe:
New to it all. I'm twenty-nine years old. Single and bisexual, though I haven't dated in ages. My work is service oriented and very demanding. I like the idea of a Daddy who checks up on me. I'd love to have someone just to talk to about my day. Maybe even someone to remind me to eat and stuff. Little things like that. I don't know much else since I've only been watching my friends do the whole Daddy thing for the last year. I didn't give it much thought before that.
Wow, that was so much typing. Sorry about that.
My smile turns to a frown at the last message. Who has this sweet boy been around that made him feel like it was necessary to apologize for being wordy?
DaddyEllisCares:
First thing to know with me: there is no need to apologize for something like you just did. I asked a question, and you answered beautifully. Ok?
CuddlesZ4lyfe:
Ok. Thank you.
DaddyEllisCares:
Secondly, I'm proud of you for sharing all that with me so freely. It's good that you're willing to communicate. It will make this type of connection easier to navigate.
Lastly, is there anything you consider a hard limit? Some people don't like to use real names or talk about family. Others share it all. There is no right or wrong answer, only what you prefer.
I wait to see what he'll say to my new question. It's interesting to have a new person to play with, though there's also a sense of dread in knowing that it's temporary. Unfortunately, with my schedule and with my fatherhood status, dating isn't all that easy. I have a built-in babysitter in Charlene's brother, Corrin. But he's always traveling for his job and it's hard to pin him down. Plus, the last time I let those two go out, Star came home with nearly an entire toy store. I guess that's what happens when your uncle is a famous rock star.
Ignoring the feelings of worry moving through me, I focus on the new message that pops up from Cuddles.
CuddlesZ4lyfe:
I don't think I have a hard limit. I don't really want to use real names right now, but maybe later. You can call me whatever you like best, and I can call you what you deem appropriate. Since this is new, I think most of my limits will be in the moment. Does that seem normal?
Fuck. He's perfect.
There are some who are naturally submissive by nature. They don't do anything to enforce the behavior. They don't fake it. They submit and do so gladly. And when it comes to Daddy/boy, Daddy/middle, or Daddy/little relationships, some of that natural submission fits perfectly into the dynamic to create a truly extraordinary bond.
DaddyEllisCares:
That's perfect, Cuddles. For now, I'll use that as your name. As time goes on and I learn more about you, I might change it. You can call me Daddy if you're comfortable. If not, then Ellis is fine until you're ready. As for what's normal, there is no guideline. Each relationship is unique to the couple (or more) involved. They get to make the decisions based on what each partner wants, not what society deems as the standard.
I step off my imaginary soapbox, hoping I didn't scare him away. It always bothers me when people think there has to be a standard to something. Uniformity is great for some things like doors and parking lots. It's harmful in others, like creativity and expression. Cuddles needs to let go of the rigid ideas in his head, lest he not get the fulfillment he desires from our time together.
"Papa! I'm ready for you to come see my room." My daughter beckons me to move down the hall to her room. I drag myself from the couch, where I'd been laying down to chat with Cuddles, to go look at the newest arrangement of toys in her room. If there's one thing Star is not, it's uniform. Her toys and space get changed around often, with no rhyme or reason to the process.
Sure enough, I notice the big changes as soon as I step into her room. Her toy chest, dolls, and tea set have all been moved around from the places they were in before. She's put them all against one wall, which leaves a big open space for her to move around in.
"This is for my tumbling routines. Would you like to see?" She beams a bright smile my way.
I nod as I move to her bed to sit. "Sure thing, Princess. Show me what you've got."
As I watch, she dives into this complicated series of movements that involve lots of rolling, bouncing, jumping, and even a cartwheel. It's like something you might turn on the tv and see during the Olympics, but in tiny kid form.
I'm reminded yet again that she desperately wants to learn gymnastics. It's not something we discuss often, but in times like this, it's obvious she's making do with what she can based off the digital streaming she watches and her own creativity.
I clap once she's done. "That's amazing, Star! You're so talented!"
"Thank you," she says as she does a slow, regal bow. "I've been working on it for a while now at school too. Now I'll have more room to practice."
Nodding, I accept the hug she gives me as I think about how much lessons would cost. Last I checked, there was only one place with an opening and the weekly payments were more than my car note. I know I could just call Corrin and ask for the funds, but that feels wrong to me. I've never wanted to have him foot the bill on something unless it's his idea. His money is earned through his blood, sweat, tears, and lack of privacy. I don't want to use it on something that an adjusted budget might fix.
I promise myself that I'll figure it out one way or another. Even if it does mean taking a small loan from Corrin until I can get my next round of royalties from the app. I know Star needs the outlet she's craving, and my girl deserves only the best - always.
"It's time for your shower," I tell her after a few more minutes of talk about the gymnastics moves she's been learning. She growls, but still moves to grab her pajamas before strutting into the bathroom. I follow her to make sure she doesn't need my help. Little Miss Independent Star has gotten to where she only lets me help with her hair these days. And I totally get it. She's a girl growing into her body, and it's not cool for her father to be around during bath times. I would never make her do something she finds uncomfortable.
At the same time, I have to remind her constantly to actually use the shower time wisely. This is not the time to perform a ten-song concert. It's to get clean and get out.
Before she shuts the door, my daughter turns to give me her most haughty look. "I hope you know you're distracting my greatness with this silly shower thing."
I lean against the wall with my ankles crossed as I fold my arms over my chest. "Is that so? Would you rather be the only stinky kid at school tomorrow?"
She shakes her head quickly. "I do not stink. I'm delightful."
"Of course you are, Star. I'm just trying to teach you proper hygiene and such. If you become an adult and decide you hate showers still, then by all means, don't take them. My house requires that everyone showers."
"Fine! But know that when you come visit me when I'm older, I expect you to shower every time. I'll even build a special father shower that's only yours since you'll have to use it so much." Her tongue comes out as she makes a raspberry noise, then she closes the door quickly. She doesn't slam it since I have a no slamming rule. But she definitely tests the boundaries of it.
I scrub my hands over my face as I fight back a laugh. That child of mine is hell on wheels, and I know she's only going to get more emphatic with age.
Now that she's taken care of again, I head back to the kitchen to make sure I started the dishwasher after dinner. As I walk, I check my phone to see if Cuddles replied with anything else. I nearly drop my phone when I see a notification for a chat.
CuddlesZ4lyfe:
Thank you for reassuring me, Ellis. I have a feeling the d-word will come soon. I've got to run, but I hope you have a good night. Talk soon?
I'm responding before I even give it much thought. I don't want him second guessing my intentions, nor do I want him thinking he did anything wrong. Cuddles is the type who needs lots of reassurance and validation in this journey. And while some would think it too much, I look forward to praising him for the way he reaches out to me and for his openness.
DaddyEllisCares:
There's no rush. Whatever you feel comfortable with is what we'll do. Have a good night, Cuddles. We'll definitely be chatting soon, sweet boy.
Chapter 4
ZACH
CuddlesZ4lyfe:
Do you think there are aliens out there?
I send another random text to the man I'm getting closer and closer to calling Daddy every minute. He's been patient and understanding of my terrible schedule over the last few days. Ellis has even gone out of his way to let me know he wouldn't be around for long periods of time when he suspected I might reach out. It's the most thoughtful I've ever had someone be in a relationship even though that isn't officially what this is.
We're both just people on an app trying to find someone to fill a need. It just so happens to be the role of Daddy and boy that needs filling.
"Head in the game, Zach Mack! Don't let these losers beat us," Rolando calls out as he dribbles the basketball across the court from me.
