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‘Kinda. Maybe. A little…whatever,’ Arlo replied, doing a terrible job of trying to convince Axel that he wasn’t ecstatic to see him.

‘You’re smart, young man, but you’re not a great liar,’ Axel laughed, playfully wagging his finger. ‘I take it that Max has your breakfast on the way? And OJ?’

‘Yup, he’s got us three covered,’ Arlo replied.

‘Hmmm. I guess I’ll leave you three boys to it,’ Axel replied, casting his eye over Dale and Marshall. ‘Have fun. And get readyfor… some climbing. And yes, you can use the safety ropes to really get high today. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.’

‘Yes!’ Arlo exclaimed. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

‘But before anything, I need to hit the bathroom and then get my triple espresso locked and loaded from Max,’ Axel said. ‘We’ve got some Daddy things to discuss, so I might be a while. Cool?’

‘Cool,’ Arlo replied, blushing once more as he and Axel held eye contact with one another.

With that, Axel headed over to the bathroom and disappeared behind the metallic red door. Arlo was left with his two Little buddies and it wasn’t long before the three of them were gossiping and spilling the tea on all their favorite Daddy fantasies. It might have been early in the day, but Arlo was already getting excited for what him and Axel would get up to at bedtime, and if it involved some of Axel’s climbing ropes and harnesses, then all the better!

With Marshall now behind the counter and working his shift, and Dale having headed over to Beau’s Books to join Nick’s morning book club, Arlo was happily sitting by himself and making a note in his journal…

Today I feel… happy.

Today I’d like… to learn something new.

Tonight I want to… Hehehe – I’m not writing that down here!

Tomorrow I wish I could… tell Axel how much he means to me and him say it back.

Arlo smiled and placed his writing pen back in the little loop at the side of his journal. Keeping a journal was something that Arlo had done for quite some time. There was something freeing about sitting down and writing out his thoughts and feelings. The act of putting his hopes and fears on paper felt liberating and always left Arlo feeling even better in the aftermath of each entry.

Although he rarely wrote long entries or anything overly complex, Arlo had truly grown to see the value of the practice since he tentatively first picked up his pen and jotted his feelings down on a scrap of old paper. And with the bigARLO’S JOURNAL – KEEP OUT!scrawled across the front cover, it felt like a place of sanctuary where he could really open up and let it all out.

It was only during the worst of the bullying in the military where Arlo stopped purely out of fear of having his journal stolen and exposed. In fact, this was something that Arlo had regretted ever since and was now glad to be back to his daily entries and frequent artistic scribbles too.

Axel was in a meeting with Max in the back office so wouldn’t be back for a few minutes yet. With this in mind, Arlo decided to start drawing a picture of his Daddy. But it wasn’t going to be just any picture. He might not have been Picasso, but Arlo was a good enough sketcher to be able to draw a pretty goodnaked body… and this one was going to be clambering up a tree.

The very thought of a nude Axel scaling a big, strong tree was enough to get Arlo excited and he blushed even as he drew his first pencil outline on the page, taking care of course to make sure that no eagle eyed observers were looking over his shoulder!

Gotta keep the legs nice and big.

And make sure I get Daddy’s shoulders right.

And his… big, hard, Daddy cock too…

Arlo shyly covered the journal as old Mr. Willows walked past with his morning latte. The last thing that Arlo wanted was to make the kindly senior citizen spill his coffee.

However just as Arlo was about to get back to work on his erotic doodle, he happened to look up from his paper and felt his stomach spin and twist inside him.

‘It… can’t be…,’ Arlo whispered. ‘Not here… not now… why?’

Arlo slumped in his booth in an attempt to avoid detection. And despite almost being too scared to peek once more, Arlo summoned the courage to look out beyond the booth – and it wasn’t good news either.

The two people who had just entered the diner were none other than the two main bullies who made Arlo’s life a misery in the military. It was Harper and Kray. The pair of them looked as mean and full of venom as always. Some people were just horrible by nature, and Arlo was sure that this very much applied to his two former tormentors.

I don’t get it.

They must be here for me.

But… why?

Arlo’s mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. But just the sight of Harper and Kray was enough to put Arlo into fight or flight mode. He knew he had to run. There was no other option. Arlo figured that if Harper and Kray were here, they must have been sent either by the military to intimidate him, or even worse – they might have come of their own accord to do something bad to him.

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