Page 11 of Truck Me Daddy

I spent the journey back home with Ranger talking about how sweet Mikey seemed, how adorable his stuffie was, and how God damned hot the boy was too.

We finally decided to make a break for it when the storm eased, and just about managed to avoid the worst of the weather. It wasn’t exactly plain sailing though, and I was definitely glad to be in the relative security of my SUV rather than my Porsche 911.

Either way, after dropping Ranger off at his place, I felt pretty lucky to return home to a warm and comfortable house in the hills.

And now here I am.

My house has all the modern comforts you’d expect from an architect designed home. It’s sleek, well-crafted, and has just about the best energy saving and environmentally conscious design you could imagine.

But no amount of elegant styling and top of the range gadgets can make up for the fact that it’s just me, myself, and I that lives here.

Sure, I’ve got a good group of friends and during the day and evening I’m never short of company. But when it comes to nighttime, there’s simply no escaping the fact that I’ve only got myself for company.

Maybe this explains why in the past I’ve found myself partying and hooking up with a series of boys. I’m someone who needs human contact, and if that contact happens to be a spanking or a sixty-nine, then I’ve never been one to complain!

As I spoke to Mikey in the diner, a part of me was tempted to flirt harder and see whether I could make a quick connection with the boy. After all, there’s no denying the fact that the baby boy is one hot piece of big, strong, muscly ass.

But then something stopped me.

I’d been thinking about how tired I was of quick hookups a lot, so why was I about to go down that road again?

So I backed off, gathered my thoughts, and then gave Mikey my number along with an explanation of how I was feeling in that moment.

The way I see it, if the boy wants something a little more serious from me, then he’ll get in touch. If all he’s after is fun and frolics, then he can get that in the club and I’ll feel happy for him.

Anyway…

It’s late, I’ve just washed down a cold beer to take the edge off the day, and I think I might just get into bed and put a movie on to fall asleep to.

One of my true guilty pleasures in life is the ridiculously expensive curved TV screen in my bedroom, and most nights I find myself searching for a movie to put on there as I gradually let my body and mind shut down before a good night’s sleep.

I know that people say you shouldn’t look at a screen for at least an hour before bed, but there’s no way I’m giving up my nightly movie.

‘Okay, let’s see what we’ve got,’ I say, jumping up into my king sized bed and picking up the TV remote. ‘I’m thinking… hot guys… fast plot… a healthy dose of action too…’

As I scan over the seemingly endless array of movies on offer, my mind keeps shooting back to Mikey.

‘Fuck, the boy was hot,’ I say, my spare hand wandering down the front of my jet-black trunks. ‘Those arms… those shoulders… those thick, strong legs…’

Before I know it, I’m putting the TV remote to one side and pulling my trunks down toward me knees.

With one hand gripping my cock and the other reaching for the lube in my bedside cabinet, I’m thinking that my movie night must just be delayed by a few hot minutes this evening…

* * *

‘Yo, guys! Good morning,’ I say, a smile on my face as I walk into Dark Beans, my new favorite coffee spot in town. ‘I see that for once, you’re both actually on time.’

‘You mean you’re late,’ Reece says, his sandy blonde hair looking fresh after a recent cut.

‘Always making excuses,’ Ranger laughs, sipping on his espresso. ‘Here, it’s still hot.’

Ranger passes me a double espresso and I know he’s telling the truth the second that the strong roast hits my tongue.

‘Damn, that’s good,’ I say, taking my seat at the table with two of my closest Daddy friends. ‘I might have been late, but without me you guys would never have discovered this place.’

‘Whatever,’ Reece laughs, shaking his head in mock-disgust. ‘But now that you’re finally here, I think it’s time you filled me in on Diner Boy…’

‘Diner Boy?’ I snort. ‘You’ve given him a nickname already?’

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