Page 8 of My Young Rebel Daddy

Bull Bar is as rocking as ever.

With its loud music, down and dirty décor, and beer that flows like the sweetest nectar, this place is my kind of hangout.

‘Yo, Kyle, it’s your round at the bar, bro!’ I call out, finishing off my crisp European lager. ‘And let’s get some chasers this time too.’

‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wrapping up his beer and slamming it down on the dark mahogany bar. ‘I think tonight’s gonna be a good night, and I’m not talking about the Black Eyed Peas either.’

‘Huh?’ I reply, not quite getting the reference to the song initially. ‘Oh, right. There’s me being old again.’

‘Damn, you need a boy to keep you occupied,’ Kyle laughs, walking toward us and planting some fresh drinks down. ‘Downloaded the app yet?’

I know what Kyle expects me to say.

Kyle is sure that I haven’t downloaded OlderLittles.com.

But Kyle is in for a surprise…

‘What does it look like to you?’ I say, turning my cell phone screen to an image of me on the app. ‘Now, stay the hell out of my dating life you low down dirty animal!’

The three of us laugh and it’s time to sink some more beer.

With the music pumping in Bull Bar, I begin to sense that both Kyle and Taylor are going to want to keep the night going and hit a club.

That’s a bigno-nofor me personally.

But if Kyle and Taylor can handle it, I’m not about to try and pull the boss card on them and tell them they can’t. As long as they show up for work bright and early, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if they stay out late.

‘Let me guess, you’re turning in early?’ Kyle says, a knowing grin on his face as he finishes his beer and readies himself to leave with Taylor.

‘Do we even need to ask?’ Taylor laughs, high fiving me and turning to leave. ‘See you early in the AM, Jason!’

‘Don’t be late!’ I holler back, knowing full well that my guys will be on time.

I’ve got a good crew.

Hard workers and good friends too – it’s the stuff of dreams for a guy like me.

But of course, there is an area of my life that I desperately want to make some improvements on.

I might only be twenty-eight, but I want a baby boy in my life.

This might be the European lager talking, but I just feel ready to settle down with a boy who is everything to me, my whole world – and me the same for him, too.

I don’t judge the Daddies who are still out partying in their forties, but that’s just not what I want.

All I need is an older boy. I want the kind of sweet, sexy boy who knows exactly what he wants in life and is ready to settle down and make that commitment – and if he has a deliciously edible and spankable butt then that’s just perfect!

‘Okay, here goes,’ I say, pulling the app up onto my phone again and hitting the button that says ‘connect.’

SWIPE – Cute… but too tall.

SWIPE – Sexy… but doesn’t enjoy loud music?

SWIPE – Nice butt… and doesn’t want commitment?

Suddenly I’m thinking that this is the biggest waste of time ever. I mean, no offence to these boys but none of them are really coming close to hitting the spot with me.

SWIPE – …

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