The door repaired, the tea brewed, Kelli wiggled over to his rescuer with a cup and saucer in his hands, being careful not to spill as he stepped gingerly in his dress and high-heels. As he brewed the tea and watched the big man work, Kelli had experienced a mixture of emotions. Gratitude, for sure, was the greatest of them. He was so thankful for the rescue, to be let of his room, to not have his vacation ruined by a faulty door handle. But there was a little bit of embarrassment as well.
Sure, Kelli looked the part of a big, rugged, tough man, a man in control of his own destiny, a man who didn't need help from anyone. His experience, though, betrayed him. The big man who was now sitting at the dining room table could see right through Kelli's disguise. The maintenance man knew that Kelli needed saving, that he couldn't even get himself out of his bedroom without help.
But Kelli wasn't worried too much. His shame was far too small compared to the excitement he felt about getting moving with his vacation. He handed the tea to the man and nestled himself down into his lap for a visit while the man enjoyed his drink. It would be rude, of course, to dismiss the worker without a nice visit, a way to say thank-you for the assistance.
"I believe you have me at a disadvantage," Kelli said, smiling warmly at the man, one arm draped around his neck, already feeling like they could be fast friends, buddies.
"Disadvantage?" the big man queried after taking a sip.
"Your name," Kelli giggled, "You know mine, but I don't know yours. How am I supposed to properly thank you if I don't even know your name?"
The man chuckled, "Stan," he grunted, "name's Stan. But you can call me Daddy."
Kelli liked the sound of that. Daddy had a friendly feel to it, and if they were already at the nickname phase of their friendship, things were going great!
"Well, Daddy," Kelli said, enjoying the massage Stan was giving to his thighs, just inside his skirt, "I want to say thank-you properly. You saved my vacation, and for that I'm grateful."
Stan pulled Kelli closer up on his lap, until Kelli could feel Stan's stomach against his back. One of Stan's tools was digging into Kelli's backside something fierce, but Kelli wasn't going to complain. Instead, he just began to move around in Stan's lap, wiggling, adjusting, trying to become more comfortable.
"Daddy, would you like..." Kelli began to ask if he can serve Stan something to eat.
"Hush up, babe," Stan cut him off.
Kelli didn't mind. Not only had Stan rescued him from his locked bedroom, but he now was performing a rather expert massage, possibly a service of the resort for clients who went through potentially traumatic experiences. Abandoning his tea, Stan slipped one hand down the top of Kelli's dress, and began to squeeze his pecs. His other hand moved Kelli's hemline up and gave Kelli's groin a good rubbing. The wonderful feeling Stan's rough hands, combined with the Sensitization Cream Kelli had been treated with the day before, made Kelli squirm against Stan's tool even more.
Stan must have been enjoying it, too, as he began to moan and groan. Kelli hoped that Stan was feeling alright, that he wasn't getting too tired, so he softly began to encourage him.
"Oh Daddy," he whispered, leaning his head back, resting it on Stan's shoulder, and breathing in the big man's ear, "Yes Daddy. More Daddy."
That seemed to be all the encouragement Stan needed. His hands tightened, his body convulsed. His lap began to bounce Kelli up and down. The whole thing felt wonderful. Even the wet spot on the backside of Kelli's dress wasn't too bad, although he was confused as to how the tea had spilled back there, especially when he had been so careful when he delivered it.
Stan's hands released Kelli, allowing the smaller man to climb off of the lap. Kelli clicked his way across the room, the sound of his heels on the floor the only sound other than Stan's laboured breathing. Then, after a few minutes, Stan opened his eyes and looked at the man he had rescued.
"Wow," Stan breathed, "That was fucking awesome. When they told me that you would..." he stopped himself, paused, then continued, "When they told me that you needed my help, I didn't know you would be so thankful. Thanks babe. Maybe I'll stop in later for another visit."
Kelli leaned back against the sink and watched his new friend leave the apartment. Sure, he wanted another visit with Daddy. He considered them friends, after all. But there was no chance Kelli would waste the day hanging around the apartment waiting for a visit. He had an island to explore!
