Page 10 of Kit
Why did Kit think he might get coal from Santa? That was one question of many.
When I got home, Nelson was fast asleep on my couch, but he woke as I put a blanket over him.
He sat up. “Hell, what time is it?”
“One-thirty.”
He got up, letting the blanket fall, stretching his arms. “I should go home.”
“You’re welcome to stay.”
“Nah. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I got stuff to do tomorrow.”
We hugged and he left me to clean up his pizza trash. Poor Nelson. He was actually grieving his dick of an ex-boyfriend.
I hung my Santa suit neatly in my closet, sniffing it to make sure it didn’t smell. The club had contracted me for two more gigs. I couldn’t wash it, but I could possibly get it dry cleaned.
It was cold outside, but my heater worked well. I stripped down, took a shower and got into bed naked. I always sleptnaked. Couldn’t stand getting wrapped up in pajamas. Even shorts and t-shirts constricted me.
The sheets and mattress pad absorbed my weight. The softness against my naked skin was like a big hug. I fell asleep fast but woke an hour later.
Dreams misted through my mind. Of Kit. Of his slim body fitting perfectly in my lap, his big dark eyes and sweet young face looking up at me like a man who had regressed to his happiest Christmas moment.
Perhaps those sorts of looks were a dime a dozen among littles, but Kit had more layers. As we had talked, I saw them emerge. I felt him open up to me. Our conversation had included real emotion. Kit had shown me vulnerability I craved to see. That sort of thing attracted me more than angelic beauties with big cocks begging for release.
Kit’s face flashed before me as I fell back to sleep. When I woke again, he was calling to me. That’s all I remembered of the dream, but my cock was hard, my balls aching.
I grabbed a tissue from my bedside table, reached down and tugged. It took only a couple of minutes for my orgasm to hit. It convulsed my entire body. My eyes rolled up.
That was not my normal routine. At least, not since I’d passed twenty-something. Was all that because of Kit?
My muscles and cock were still tingling. For sure I would sleep deeply now.
The next nightI went back to the Club. This time as a member. Employees were not supposed to play in the same club they worked, but as a member first and a temporary employee forthree gigs, that rule had been excluded. I knew for sure because I’d asked when I was hired.
“Does this mean I have to give up my membership?”
“Not for you.” Mr. Winterbourne said. “You’re only working three shifts. It’s not fair to make you give up your membership.”
When I walked in, Colin winked at me but said nothing. The doorman scanned my pass, and I moved on.
People were actually talking about the Santa appearance from the night before. I was thrilled. An actor always likes good reviews. But that wasn’t why I’d come. I was looking for a particular man. A boyish little who had haunted my dreams.
After searching everywhere, I came up empty-handed despite a few offers and come-ons. In the littles room, I could have asked for the boy by name but held back. I was not a stalker. If I ran into him here, so be it. But I refused to resort to hunting him.
I didn’t linger in any of the wilder kink rooms. That was unusual for me. Even on nights I didn’t want to participate, I usually liked to watch. People were interesting. Fun. Everyone had their own unique ways of role-playing their kinks for voyeurs. The narcissists loved the attention.
When I was leaving, Colin said, “Slow night?”
“Not really. There’s a lot going on. Just tired.”
“Have a good night,” he called after me.
I couldn’t deny my disappointment. Maybe Kit was a late arriver, and I should have stayed longer. Maybe he was only a weekend boy. He had admitted he was single, so unless he’d found someone last night, he didn’t have a boyfriend keeping him busy.
The following week, my day job kept me busy. I was too tired for clubbing. My next Santa gig was another Christmas party on Saturday. I was looking forward to it, hoping Kit might show up. I had a special toy saved just for him.
Just before I went on stage, Mr. Winterbourne introduced me again.
