Page 6 of Thrust Me Daddy

‘Hey, you’re not in a position to judge,’ Ranger bellows. ‘Last time I saw you on Saturday night you were carrying a boy on your shoulder into the spanking room atTool Box.’

I feel myself blushing.

‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say, trying to brush it off. ‘That was… cool.’

‘Cool but…’

‘Doesn’t it get to a point where spanking a cute new boy every week just gets a bit…repetitive?’ I say, the sound of the words out loud making me realize just how much this has been bothering me in recent months. ‘I mean don’t get me wrong… a perfect peach is something I’ll put my hand to any time, but…’

I look at Ranger to see what side of the coin he’s coming down on.

For a moment, I can see that Ranger is giving this some real consideration. But then, just as I’m about to start thinking that Ranger is in the same place as me…

‘Ummmm… nope,’ Ranger roars. ‘I know what you’re saying, but I just ain’t in that headspace my brother. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll spank a fresh booty every night of the week and twice on Sunday!’

‘I respect the honesty,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘And part of me wishes I was still there too. But something’s been going on with me. I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting old or some other stereotypical shit. I guess I’ve started looking at the world differently recently.’

Ranger nods and we quickly fist-bump.

My oldest friend might not be ready to join me in the hunt for a Forever boy just yet, but I know that he’s got my back all the same.

Now all I need to do is navigate the final stretch of road and get us to the diner that Google tells me is the best in the business…

‘All I’m saying is that the 911 would have gotten us hear quicker,’ Ranger says, holding the diner door open for me as we enter.

‘Right… but if you think I’m putting both of our boards on the 911’s roof then you must be out of your mind,’ I reply, shaking my head and laughing. ‘But, forget that, how about this place?’

I look around and take in the sight of a classically All-American diner.

With a strong brushed metal look around the service counter and around the booths, I’m already thinking that this place will live up to its online reputation.

But all the interior décor flourishes in the world won’t count for shit unless the coffee is up to standard – and it’s time to put that to the test.

‘Two coffees, please,’ I say, making eye contact with the lady behind the service counter. ‘And a large stack of maple pancakes each too, if you would be so kind.’

The sweet lady smiles and tells me and Ranger to find a booth.

I’m liking this place…a lot.

There’s something about the classic look and friendly service that is ticking my boxes right now.

Sure, it’s always nice to eat out at whatever fancy new restaurant just opened, but sometimes you simply can’t beat the down to earth, family run joints that have been going for generations.

Family is a big deal for me – but not how you might think.

Growing up, my family life was nothing less than chaotic. My Dad ran out on me and my mom when I was five, and sadly my mom passed away when I was ten.

After that, I was sent to live with a series of well-meaning but totally uptight aunts and uncles. All I wanted to do was live my life, but none of them seemed to get that I was a free spirit, and it took me every last drop of effort to stick to their rules.

So when I left college and got a job in the city, I felt like it was time to break free and start to build my own family. That’s where Ranger comes in. And my other Daddy friend, Reece.

Together, the three of us have been through a lot together – and even though we’re not biologically related, I would argue all dayand night that we’re just as close as any other brothers in the whole world.

Even so, I still look on with longing when I see family businesses thriving and being passed from generation to generation. It makes me feel warm and at the same time a little sad too.

I know that I’ll never have a business to inherit and take over.

In much the same way, I know that I’ll never be able to turn to an older parent for advice or to reminisce about the old days.

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