Page 6 of My Young Rebel Daddy

I’ve got my crew with me, Kyle and Taylor.

I’ve got sunshine.

I’ve got water.

And I’m getting the max strength feeling of serotonin pumping around my body from a great physical workout.

‘Men, let’s call it there for now,’ I holler.

‘What, the pace too much for you, old man?’ Taylor calls back, his heavy axe driving into the rock.

‘You’re a year younger than me, dude,’ I laugh. ‘I hardly think I’m Old Father Time just yet.’

‘Yeah, that’smytitle,’ Kyle bellows, his six-pack rippling as he removes his sweat-stained t-shirt. ‘I’m twenty-nine, about to turn the big three-O.’

The three of us laugh together.

Between us, we make a good crew.

Ideally we wouldn’t be working for a larger company as sub-contractors, but the dream of being our own independent construction company is something that I’m working hard on making a reality.

The problem is that the existing companies in the area have something of an iron grip on all the large contracts that come up.

If I’m going to get us a big solo job, I have a feeling it’s going to have to be a one-off job for an independent client.

I’m totally down for this too – the idea of working one on one with an individual and building something especially for them is sexy to me.

Maybe it’s a Daddy thing.

The notion of providing a new building, domestic or business, for a client and looking after all of their needs is my kind of energy.

Speaking of all things Daddy Dom, both Kyle and Taylor are hitting a bar later.

Of course, they’re keen for me to join them too…

‘You need to find a fine ass to spank,’ Taylor laughs. ‘One of those big juicy butts you like so much!’

‘Hey, I like what I like,’ I reply. ‘You stick to your little peach-buts and leave all the big, round asses to me.’

‘And me!’ Kyle says, before glugging down half a bottle of water in one attempt. ‘But you should totally come with us tonight, bro.’

‘Fuck it, I’ll come,’ I laugh, the outcome never really in any serious doubt. ‘But I’m not staying out until crazy o’clock again. We can’t be late for the asshole running this site. I’ve heard that he’s kicked people off without paying them before.’

‘Grrrr, that’s why we need to be running our own work,’ Taylor says, impatience in his voice.

‘Trust me, I’m working on it,’ I reply, sharing my friend’s frustration. ‘It won’t be long before we’re truly our own bosses. You can count on me for that.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wiping the sweat from his brow.

‘Hell yeah!’ Kyle repeats, a big smile on his face. ‘And Jason, tell me you’ve downloaded OlderLittles.com now?’

Urgh.

I knew this subject would come up sooner rather than later.

It’s true that I’m looking pretty much exclusively for a boy who’s older than me, but I’m really not entirely sold on the idea of using an app or website to find love.

It’s not like I’m judgmental of anyone else who does it, but I don’t think it’s something that would suit me. I like to meet people in real life and find that connection without a whole load of tech involved.

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