Page 8 of Thrust Me Daddy

Every day after school my mom would make me a hot milk and cookie and I would take them up to my room and just lose myself in play and fun.

My bedroom was the one place where I felt I could truly be myself, and I was so grateful to my mom for allowing me to be myself.

Even as I began high school, I kept the same routine.

Even as I grew, both in height and in body composition, I still wanted to play with my toys and have snuggles and nap times.

But I knew I was different to my school friends.

Instinctively, I knew that I had to keep my other self a secret. High school could be a pretty brutal place, where any kind of point of difference could be seized upon by bullies or kids looking to make a name for themselves by putting someone else down.

I think what saved me from any unwanted attention was the fact that I was simply so muchbiggerthan everyone else. I had a strong body too, and I know that even if I didn’t feel intimidating personally, I was definitely seen that way by most of the kids in my class.

I had my first growth spurt young, and just kept on growing.

I barely had to work out and yet found myself in possession of big arms, strong shoulders, and the kind of thighs that a professional football player would gladly take.

But over time, I grew tired of hiding who I was.

It didn’t feel good to have to keep part of my identity a secret.

Yeah, I was playing an important role on the school football team, and I was an important part of the wrestling squad too. But the fact that I had to conceal a huge part of my identity slowly began to gnaw away at me.

By the time it came to graduate high school, I was ready to leave any thoughts of being a Little behind me. The strain of living two lives had gotten so bad that I was willing to bury my Little-self so deep that he’d never come out again.

Then I met the Construction Boys… and the rest is history.

I realize that I’ve been staring out onto the parking lot for a long time and give myself a shake to bring myself back into the real world.

With the rain showing no signs of stopping, I decide that it’s only right that I treat myself to another cookie.

Oh, and if Cheryl-Anne happens to have any tasty savory snacks on special order today, then I guess I’ll probably allow myself some of those too.

‘You keep our seats nice and safe, Atty,’ I say, standing up from the booth and walking over toward the service counter.

‘What can I get you, Mikey?’ Cheryl-Anne says, her smile looking as warm and radiant as ever. ‘I’m guessing… another cookie. And… how about… a fully loaded hoagie?’

‘Wow, yeah, that soundstoo good,’ I laugh. ‘I think I might be here for a while, so if I can get my daily calories topped up to the max then that’s something at least.’

‘Don’t forget the awesome taste,’ Cheryl-Anne replies. ‘You big boys always want to know about your protein, calories, and what is it… macros?’

‘Ha, yeah, that’s it,’ I say. ‘Sometimes though it’s just about eating a big old hoagie too.’

Cheryl-Anne smiles and makes a note of my order.

Just as I’m about to head back to the comfort of my booth, my eyes flash over toward a man walking across the diner in my direction.

‘Holy hot sauce,’ I mutter, my jaw practically on the floor at the sight of the man as he strides toward me, full of laid back confidence and a hint of swagger too.

With dark hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, this man is the very definition ofhot. He’s older than me, probably in his forties by the looks of things – but I can see from the way his surfer dude t-shirt fits him that there’s one tasty body underneath.

I’m taller than him, and bigger physically overall, but this is a true athlete and I’ve got no doubt that he’d be more than a match for me…

‘Hey,’ the man says as he stands next to me at the service counter. ‘I wouldn’t normally open with a comment about the weather, but… this weather, right? Looks like we might all be here for a hot minute.’

‘Right, yeah,’ I reply, desperately trying to figure out a million things at once.

Does he know I’m a Little?

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