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Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Epilogue

The Pride parade has been a blast. The kids from the youth centre I volunteer at are high on the excitement of it all. They walk with banners they made in the group, laughing and waving at everyone lining the streets. Every year, more visitors join in with the dancing and swing their rainbow flags. I never get old of this. My first time here was as a newly out and nervous teenager, standing with my parents as they proved how much they loved and accepted me for who I was. They’re somewhere in the crowd, waiting to see me and my group of teenagers. And this evening, when the kids are all back with their guardians, I’ll get to enjoy the adult part of Pride.

The club is packed virtually wall to wall with hot and sweaty gay men. I look for any familiar faces, but I’ll be hard pushed to find anyone I know. Pride weekend has always been the same. People travel to different cities to celebrate. As I weave through the gyrating bodies, I smile at the ones who appeal to me and ignore the stares of the ones who don’t. Hands run down my bare back. Sometimes they reach my arse and squeeze, but they don’t belong to the one I want for tonight.

A voice growls into my ear. “Hey there, boy.” It’s low, deep, and dark. I turn around. And oh my god, am I glad I did. In front of me stands over six feet of muscled gorgeousness.

“Well, hello, Daddy.” Fuck me now! I let my eyes roam over his broad chest wrapped in a black leather harness, thenup to his eyes, which seem to twinkle with amusement at my greeting. All the while raking over my body.

“Can I buy you a drink?” God, his voice is like liquid sex, and my dick pulses in its tight confines.

“I’d rather you bought me breakfast.” I wink and take hold of his hand, but as much as I want to drag him to the exit, I walk to the bar. “Just water for me, please,” I say to the barman.

“Good boy.” The leather-clad man leans a bit closer to me so his breath warms my cheek. “I thought I’d have to spank you for being so forward. What’s your name?”

“Spencer.” Why did I give him my real name? What’s that about? I never do that with hook-ups, men I have no chance or intention of seeing again. Half the fun is choosing something cute. I’ve been Sparkles, Twinkle, or Sunshine a few times. Not that I’m always picking up one-nighters, but maybe we’re both looking for that tonight. And a one-night stand is all I want to offer.

“I’m Carl. Are you from ’round here? I haven’t seen you before. I’m sure I’d have remembered you.” He drinks me in with eyes so bright blue and deep I could drown in them. He is local. What are the chances of that?

“I am, born and bred. Do you like what you see, Daddy?” I’ve dressed to impress in tight gold shortest of shorts that show my arse off to perfection and a cheeky flash of skin at the top of my thighs. My equally tight white cropped vest top has a gold glitter lollipop and a tongue licking it embroidered on it.

“Very much. How much of a boy do you want to be, or do you call every man Daddy?”

“More than most weekend Daddies want. Is that what you are?” Knowing my luck, I fear he only wears the harness forshow. Or could I have found the unicorn of Daddies, one who actually is one, rather than plays one for a chance with me?

“No, I’m a full-time Daddy. I’m not into ABDL, though, more care and protect. And I love to spoil the right boy.” He gives the barman a ten-pound note, then picks up the two water bottles from the bar. “Let’s find a booth.”

He must have a magic touch because as we get close, one empties. He waits until I slide onto the enclosed bench, then sits next to me. It keeps me trapped, and for once, I don’t mind. I open my water and, with my eyes on him, take a long drink and screw the cap back on. As I swallow, his eyes darken, which I take for the green light to move in. I twist around, throw my leg over his, and straddle his thick, leather-clad thighs. He cups my arse with his large, warm, and soft hands, one finger touching the bare skin at the crease of my cheeks and thighs, leisurely stroking from side to side.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper and flick his top lip with my tongue. He doesn’t take the bait and kisses me, though. I’m going to have to work harder to get the reward of his mouth on mine.

“And you’re trouble, boy. Are you good trouble or bad trouble?” He tightens his grip and slips his fingers between my thighs. I squirm on his lap.

“Why, Daddy? I’m always good. In fact, I’m very, very good.” I wiggle my hips some more, and he pinches my butt cheeks.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He grazes my lips with his, and damn, he can kiss. I moan as he pulls me closer and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth. He tastes faintly of beer but more of him. As he nips across my bottom lip, I writhe against him. He licks over the back of my teeth, the roof of my mouth, then tangles his tongue with mine in a heated dance. We kissfor what feels like hours. I can’t get enough of him. I rake my hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, messing up the neatly styled coif. I bite on his lip and suck his tongue, rutting against him, driving my dick into the thick rod that is his hard-on. He squeezes my arse, keeping me pushed up to him.

The bulge of his dick promises to be a big one. I can already imagine the stretch and burn of my hole as he pushes inside me. My dick is painfully confined in my shorts. I’m going to have to ease the pain, but when I move my hand down to the button, Carl grabs it. I pull away and stare at him.

“Not here,” he growls. His grip is firm but not painful.

“Then you need to take me somewhere we can because my dick is fucking trapped in these shorts,” I grumble.

His eyes shine with amusement. “Maybe that’s your punishment for wearing something so tight. Naughty boys don’t get quick relief.” Then he kisses me again.

“Please, Daddy.” I grind against his hard-on.

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