Page 12 of My Young Alpha Daddy

‘We’ll see, my amigo,’ Kyle says, practicing his cue action as I get the pool balls perfectly racked and ready to go.

As much as I want a boy to settle down with, I wouldn’t swap evenings like this for the world.

Hanging out in a down and dirty bar with my best Daddy buddy?

Fuckingpriceless.

A problem I’ve always had is that the younger boys I’ve dated, typically around twenty-one up to twenty-three, is that they get so clingy.

It’s like they’re so young that they haven’t developed their own life enough. They think that the second they call me Daddy it means I have to drop everything from my personal life and be on call for them 24-7.

Well that ain’t me.

I need my space.

I’ll always need time to sink beer, shoot pool, and hopefully take a few thousand dollars from my over-confident sportscaster friend Kyle…

‘And that… is…game,’ I roar, potting the eight ball into the far corner with consummate ease. ‘Ready to admit that it’s not just tennis where I’m untouchable?’

‘Pfffft, you got lucky,’ Kyle says, shaking his head and studying his cue like that was to blame and not his own wonky cue-action.

‘Whatever,’ I reply, the pair of us breaking out into laughter as our competitive tension melts away.

‘So. This sweet boy. He’s your client, he’s your online booty,’ Kyle says, walking back to our position at the top of the bar. ‘He’s cool with the whole professional versus personal thing?’

‘Heis,’ I reply. ‘I’m a little bit unsure. I don’t want to fuck with a baby boy’s heart and see it go to shit because I’m his trainer too. You know?’

I can see that Kyle is taking my words in and thinking over them.

Kyle may have risen to prominence as a fast-talking and quick-witted sports host but one of his real strengths is his ability to use his brain to game out a problem and find a resolution.

‘I hear you, brother,’ Kyle says. ‘But I also see how into him you are. He sounds like he could be the one. Like, I’m not even kidding. I’ve seen you talk about boys before. The other boys you’ve dated have been fine or whatever. But… I’ve never seen the look in your eye that I’m seeing now.’

‘So what are you saying?’

‘I’m saying, jackass, that you need to go for it and make this boy yours,’ Kyle roars, his face full of enthusiasm and a genuine desire for me to be happy.

I guess it was the same before my first big pro tennis title.

I had worked so hard to get there, overcome setbacks and beaten personal demons too.

But just before the final I felt myself freeze.

I was in the locker room and could barely move.

It was potentially the greatest night of my life and I was in danger of letting fear take over.

Fear of failure. Fear of change. Fear of… real success.

But I got a grip and pulled myself up to my feet, strode out onto center court, and won in straight sets.

And that’s what I need to do with Aaron.

‘If he wants me to be his Daddy, I’m going to give it to him,’ I say, a look of steely focus on my face. ‘That plump, cuddly body is going to get the full Rafa Soleil treatment.’

‘Now we’re talking!’ Kyle says, raising his bottle of lager up.

‘Aaron is going to remember this date for the rest of his life,’ I say, clinking bottles with Kyle and already planning out exactly what’s going to go down when I take outmyboy for the very first time.

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