Little Crayons - An ABDL MM Romance: Regressed, #5
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A paci in his mouth was set to star the beginning…
He was the cutest guy I'd seen in my life. Short, baby-faced, big red lips, and a tendency to hide himself in his shell. He was blind to his littleness, but I was going to be his revealing light. And as a Mister, I was looking for someone like him to complement me. A trail of crayons was sure to pique the attention of his curious eyes.
After bringing the 21-year-old home, I cared for him, pampered him, and made him giggle every day. Oliver added so much to my life I could never imagine myself ever living without him. But then, a tumultuous incident tossed everything upside down, and I had to make punishing sacrifices to regain his love…
"Little Crayons" is an ABDL MM romance story. All characters are consenting adults roleplaying. If you are looking for that heartwarming story, then look no further.
Jerry Hastings
As an accomplished author, Jerry Hastings is passionate about writing MM ABDL books. His creative imagination is constantly at work, crafting stories about littles finding their Daddies and achieving their happily ever afters. From diapers and pacifiers to coloring books, Jerry's books are filled with details that bring these worlds to life. Some of his most popular works include "Quarterback's Little" and "My Caring Biker", both of which hold a special place in his heart. If you're a fan of MM ABDL books, be sure to check out Jerry's author page to discover more of his captivating stories. In his spare time, Jerry has a quirky hobby that he loves to indulge in. He is a huge fan of 90s pop music and can often be found having dance battles with his friends.
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Little Crayons - An ABDL MM Romance - Jerry Hastings
Chapter 1
The light coming through the blinds, bathing the room, was one of the few good things still soothing my racing heart.
It was one of the many mornings I didn't like one bit. Mom and dad were having another of their fights in the living room.
Things had already gotten so bad they slept in separate rooms now. What had once been his game and gym room became his bedroom.
On the floor was one of the many coloring books for children I’d bought. I was no child. Not to most people anyway, and I was already supposed to be in college, or working.
Problem was, I couldn't bring myself to do either of those things. I didn't have any inclination to any particular field of study, and every time I tried to work somewhere, I had panic and anxiety attacks.
I either ended up getting fired or firing myself.
In light of those events, here I was, in my parents’ house, pretending that there was no life on Facebook or Instagram.
I deleted my accounts on those websites, but I could still remember what tended to happen there. People posting photos of their marriages, their lives going forward, having kids, traveling all over the world, meeting different cultures and people.
That sort of thing was never going to happen in my life, right? I was sentenced to forever be the kind of... person I was.
I wasn’t cut out for everyday life.
I sighed, wishing things were different. Most of all, I was wishing I could meet someone that could complete my life. My other soul.
But one big problem with that was putting myself out there. I tried Tinder, only to find out no one there wanted me.
They all looked for manly, hulking men, and I wasn’t one of those. I didn't have bulging muscles. I didn't have the will to include something like that in my life. To be honest, I preferred bigger and manlier men caring for me.
I sighed, looking at the sketch I was coloring. It was a pretty simple drawing, showcasing some hills, a house, a sun between two peaks, and a farmer digging holes in the ground. It was nothing out of the ordinary, but people still thought that I was too childish, and they even laughed at me.
I wore my pajamas still. It was the middle of the morning, the light of the sun bathing the inside of the room, but I was still in my PJs. The truth was, without classes to attend and a boss to suck up to, I didn’t have much to do.
So, I killed time by playing video games all day and trying not to be a nuisance to people. Some considered that creepy, that I needed to change my ways, my routine, and find something more ‘fulfilling’ for life, but they didn’t know who I was.
They all assumed I needed to conform to their ideas of what someone should be like.
I didn’t browse the internet often, though. Or I guess I should say I didn’t mingle with other people in forums and shit. I liked being by myself, not having to depend on people for anything other than food and a roof over my head. For those things, my parents were enough.
Something broke into a million pieces in the living room, forcing me to snap my head to it. My hand was shaking. Every time they had a heated discussion about stuff I couldn’t care less about, they destroyed their own furniture.
I guessed I should be thankful both of them worked and made more money than we needed. That allowed me to continue being the vagabond I now was, with no plans at all to become someone more productive.
I stood up, my diaper crinkling. It wasn’t a fancy diaper. It was just a thing I had to keep wearing for the time being to control my bladder. While growing up, I never learned how to keep my poop and pee inside me, so I had to wear diapers all the time.
I didn’t tend to mess it up bad when it happened, so it was pretty thin, and the material was also light. Wearing it in public with a pair of pants covering it was no problem. My pajamas showed the outline of the diaper, though.
In my house, it was okay to be wearing a diaper. Both mom and dad understood that it was because I couldn’t keep my bladder in check. Just one of the many reasons why I thought I would never be more like the normal boys my age.
They were all in college now, or out of it, meeting their significant others and having kids.
I wished I could be more like them, or just find someone willing to accept me for who I was. However, making that happen was next to impossible.
If there were people like me, they didn’t like to expose themselves much in the real world or on the internet.
I proceeded to the door, opened it, and witnessed hell breaking loose in front of me. They weren’t just spouting words of hatred toward each other – they were fighting, mom holding a knife and threatening to slice his skin with it.
Dad was a hulking man, wearing a dark suit, and he was in his mid-forties now. His black hair was peppered with some white follicles, showing his age. His eyes were bloodshot, and I’d say he’d been drinking before showing up here tonight.
You see, there was a problem with him I didn’t like one bit, something he kept under wraps most of the time, but that he couldn’t hide from his wife, my mother.
He was a drunk fool, always spending more money than he should on drinks and going to bars.
You’re not going to take him away from me!
Mom shouted, her nostrils flaring.
He’s no good living here, and it’s high time he started to become a man. He’s never going to amount to much living in his room all the time, and that’s without mentioning he has no friends as well.
It’s okay. He doesn’t have to have friends. He has me.
One of the things that made me keep thinking it was okay to be the person I was now was the fact mom overprotected me. She was fine with me living here and doing nothing. I loved her too, but even I could kind of agree with dad. I needed to leave this house, one way or another.
He’s going to be nothing more than a zombie once he’s old enough.
I don’t care!
Mom shouted, brandishing the knife, getting so close to slicing his neck she made me jump, my heart skipping a beat. I can just give him everything I have once I die, and then it will all be okay with him. I could even hire someone to look after him, a woman his age.
He grabbed her hand all of sudden, tightening his grip until the knife fell on the floor.
You’re not going to do either of those things. He’s my son too, and I love him. If something happens to him, if he becomes nothing more than a loser, then I’ll blame you.
"Do that! Blame me!