Page 37 of Truck Me Daddy

‘Hell yeah!’ a burly truck driver calls out. ‘Let’s hear it for the cutest damn seahorse I’ve seen!’

As another wave of cheers goes up, I look at Trent and smile.

To say that this delivery drive got off to a sticky start would be a huge understatement. But that’s something to be put well and truly in the rear view mirror from here on in.

Me and Trent are back on the right track, and there’s no turning back now.

I’ve found my Forever Daddy and I couldn’t be happier – even if my belly feels like it might burst from Cheryl-Anne’s epic pancake stack!

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The drive back to Los Torros has been eventful, that’s for sure.

Daddy let me drive his Porsche and I let Daddy drive my truck!

While I enjoyed driving a much smaller vehicle, I definitely prefer my usual truck driving experience – and I think Atty does too!

As I pull up at the cove, I see Daddy pull in shortly behind me.

‘Well that was an experience,’ Tret says, smiling as he hops down out of the truck. ‘I think we’ll probably both stick to our usual rides from now on, right?’

‘Yup, I think so, Daddy,’ I giggle, clambering out of the 911 with Atty. ‘But one question… why this cove?’

‘Ah, right, I guess I haven’t told you about Captain’s Cove before,’ Trent says, a knowing glint in his eye. ‘Come on, follow me.’

‘Captain’s Cove?’ I say, intrigued. ‘Okay, Captain Daddy! I’m right behind you.’

With that, I follow Trent as he walks down a partially concealed track.

It’s steep and I can tell that not many people know about this place. There’s no sign of other people coming here whatsoever – no signage, no official walkway, nothing.

‘Woah… is this… yours?’ I say as we suddenly walk into a small clearing with a beautiful little beach and an equally charming surf shack.

‘Well, it’s mine, Reece’s, and Ranger’s,’ Trent says. ‘We used to come here all the time until the old owner passed away. When the place came up for sale, there was no way in hell we were going to pass on our own private cove.’

‘OMG, I love it!’ I squeal.

‘You’ll love this too, boy,’ Trent says, walking to the shack and opening the door to the surfboard store. ‘This right here is your first surfboard. Daddy’s going to give you your first lesson today. Right here and now. The waves are just perfect for a first time paddle.’

‘Yay! A million yays!’ I reply, totally losing my cool and running over toward the board.

‘Quick, let’s strip down to our briefs and get in the water,’ Trent says. ‘Trust me, no one will see. And there’s not much better than a dip in the ocean after a long drive.’

With the sun in the sky and the water lapping up onto the shore, I don’t waste a single second and quickly strip down to my briefs – and then remember that I’m wearing a jockstrap.

‘Hey, it’s not like I haven’t seen those sweet cheeks before,’ Trent says, noticing me shyly covering my butt cheeks. ‘Anyway, the extra flexibility will help on the board.’

I giggle and watch as Trent fetches my new surfboard and hands it to me.

‘A boy always remembers his first surfboard,’ Trent says. ‘Consider this my first gift to you as your full time Daddy.’

‘Thank you so much, Daddy,’ I say, delighted as I look my board up and down. ‘I promise to look after it.’

‘Good, you’d better,’ Trent laughs. ‘Because if you don’t, I’ll have you bent over it for a good, hard paddling – and not the kind of paddling you do in the water, either!’

‘Hehehe, I’ll try my best,’ I laugh.

With that, the pair of us run into the shallow water together.

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