Drill Me Daddy (The Construction Boys #4)

Chapter 1

Danny

“Yo, Xander!” I holler, my voice carrying over the sound of Mikey and Taylor as they talk all kinds of smack with cups of hot coffee in their hands and smiles on their face. “Xander! A little help?”

“You got it, Danny!” Xander shouts, his voice booming across the building site as the wind whips and the cold air sends a shiver down my spine despite the fact that I’ve got my thermal vest on underneath my sweater and high-vis jacket. “Mikey and Taylor… that means both of you too!”

I laugh quietly as I watch a clearly disgruntled Mikey and Taylor put their coffees down on the hard concrete surface and walk over toward me. They’re roughly my age, mid to late twenties and I can see from their physiques that they’ll be no slouches when it comes to moving heavy things.

I mean, I guess it’s pretty standard for construction guys to be built like absolute units, but there’s something extra about these guys—and it means that I need to make sure I’m on my game if I want to keep up.

The last thing I need is for them to suspect that the new guy on the crew can’t hold his own.

“It’s way too freakin’ cold here,” Mikey says, pulling the zipper on his fleece all the way to the top.

“Dam right. We need to be back out on the coast with all that sun, sea, and sex ASAP,” Taylor agrees, shaking his head in disapproval as he looks to the sky. “And if I didn’t know better, I’d say that snow was on the way too.”

“Guys, quit complaining,” Xander chuckles, playfully slapping his heavy hand down on both their backs as he walks alongside them toward me. “And remember… this is for a good cause.”

I smile as I watch both Mikey and Taylor break out into laughter.

I might be the newest member of the Construction Boys crew, but I can already see that they’re a great bunch of guys.

And I mean, who doesn’t reserve the right to be a little bit grumpy at seven thirty in the morning?

I know that it usually takes me at least an hour to fully warm up.

If I wasn’t the new guy then I’d probably be as cranky as Mikey and Taylor too.

“Danny, I promise you we’re not usually like this,” Mikey says as him, Taylor, and Xander help me move some bags of sand.

“Nah, it’s cool,” I reply, wrapping my hands around a big bag and hauling it over to the forklift. “I get it.”

“Hey, no siding against the boss!” Xander bellows, his arms looking absolutely massive as he carefully lowers his bag of sand into position.

“Seriously though, it’s a pleasure to have you on the crew, Danny.

I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be a great fit for us.

You came highly recommended. And coming on an away job so soon? That’s commitment. Respect.”

Xander offers me his fist to bump, and instinctively I do the same.

The truth is that I’ve wanted to join the Construction Boys ever since I heard about them. It was a rumor at first, something that one of the men on another crew mentioned in passing. Apparently there was another crew of construction guys who all had something in common… something different.

I kept my head down and listened as the men talked about Daddies, Littles, and all kinds of things. They weren’t talking judgmentally or anything, but it weas pretty clear that it was something very strange to them.

Honestly, I get it.

I mean how many people would seriously expect a big group of hard living, beer drinking, heavy lifting construction guys to be… Littles.

And here’s the thing, I’m one of them. I’m a Little too. I might be well over six feet tall and able to bench press close to three times what the average man can, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want my milkies at bedtime, super-snuggly cuddles, and a Daddy to spank my bottom when I’m too sassy.

Jeez, even thinking about it gets me hot! LOL!

Of course, not all Daddies want a boy who looks and acts like me. I might only be twenty-seven, but if I’m bigger and stronger than most Daddies then I can see why I’m not exactly Little material in their eyes.

Sigh.

I try not to get too down about it, but I’ve had one too many bad experiences in clubs or on dates where as soon as the whole Daddy-Little thing comes up, the other guy just isn’t interested.

And that’s if it even gets that far in the first place.

The vast majority of Daddies I meet simply won’t entertain the idea that I’m a real Little.

I’ve had so-called Daddies tell me that it’s just a phase, that I need to look inside myself and see that I’m just pretending to be a Little.

It’s so insulting. I’ve even had Daddies saying that I’m a Daddy in denial.

Like, what the actual hell!?

Urgh.

But despite all this, I know the truth. I was born to be a Little.

And as long as I’ve got my trusty stuffie Lexi with me, I’ll know it’s true.

Lexi is a little purple dragon with the sweetest eyes and jazziest multi-colored tail around.

We have fun together, tell each other all our secrets, and have the best naps ever.

So… any asshole Daddy doubting my credentials can stick that in their pipe and smoke it!

Rant over.

So… the Construction Boys.

As soon as I heard about this crew, I did a little digging and discovered that the rumors were true. And after meeting with Xander a few times and having a trial with them, I was accepted onto the crew.

What’s extra cool is that we haven’t even discussed me being a Little yet.

It’s like they judged me for the quality of my work and my character first, and I guess they figured that the rest will come later.

In actual fact, I haven’t heard anyone talking about Daddies, stuffies, rompers, or anything like that.

No mention of Daddy and Little clubs or party nights either.

I’m not complaining about that. Far from it.

Maybe it’s my less than stellar experiences in the Daddy and Little world so far, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to take me a while to really open up and let everyone see my Little side.

All I can do is hope that the rest of the crew understand this.

But as long as they’re not talking about it anyway, I guess I can pretty much be myself and just let nature take its course.

But, whatever, something tells me that Taylor, Mikey, and Xander are going to be pretty damn cool…

“Danny, are you okay to come and work with us on moving these steel beams?” Xander asks. “I know we brought you on the team for your forklift skills, but we really need to make some progress with getting everything ready. I’ve got the rest of the crew working double time on it already.”

“You’re the boss,” I chuckle. “I’m just happy to be here. Thanks again for taking me on.”

“You got it,” Xander replies, jostling me as we all walk across the site together. “You know, doing this kind of project is a dream come true for me. Helping build affordable housing is the kind of thing that I always assumed was for big corporate contractors.”

“Yeah, the kind who only do it for tax breaks,” Mikey chirps in, a knowing look in his eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love a cash job as much as the next dude, but it feels so good to be doing something good for all the right reasons.”

Xander laughs and nods in approval.

My last crew was one of those very same corporate companies who very much put profit before anything else.

Talk about cutting corners. I honestly felt bad for the people who would end up living in the properties that they built.

And even if the Construction Boys hadn’t come up in conversation, the reality was that I was looking for a way out for quite a while.

“I’m guessing by the look in your face that you know too much about these asshole big companies?” Xander laughs.

“Yup,” I reply. “But, trust me, I always did my job to the best of my ability. It’s just hard when you have rent to pay, you know? I saw the guys who spoke out, and they never lasted long.”

“I hear that,” Taylor laughs. “Always the same. Still, it’s different here. Different in lots of ways.”

There’s a brief pause as I wonder whether this is my cue to open up and talk about the whole Little thing. But something inside my clams up. Try as I might, I can’t get the words out.

And before long, the moment has gone.

My cheeks are flushed red from the embarrassment of not being able to talk about my Little side, but thankfully Xander was ready to step in a cover my blushes…

“Okay, let’s put our asses into this,” Xander says, eyeing up the mountain of materials we need to shift and organize ready for the build. “We’ll be joined by the rest of the guys soon enough, but let’s put ourselves in a good position.”

Xander’s a good guy.

And I’ll talk and share who I am with the guys soon enough.

But right now, it’s time to show them that the newest guy on the crew might just be the strongest…

“Here he is, Mr. Iron Biceps!” Taylor roars as I step into the shower room back at the hotel gym.

I do a peace sign and shyly walk toward the changing bench, my towel around my waist and my body sweaty from the work out.

To tell you the truth, I really wasn’t in the mood to work out after such a long day on the site, but with everyone else hitting the gym, I didn’t want to be seen as weak.

And that probably explains why I went hard on the bicep curls, hence my apparent new nickname!

I try my best to keep my eyes to myself but every time I look up, I’m confronted with the sight of one of the guys, their muscles looking thick AF, their asses strong, and their cocks equally impressive.

Just as well they’re all Littles and my cock only springs to attention for a Daddy, right?

“Not too long in the shower, Danny,” Lane says, his smile warm as he runs his towel over his long, thick cock.

“Xander has booked us a big table at some fancy-ass restraint in town. Not our usual kind of vibe, but apparently the owner heard about our affordable housing project and wanted to show some solidarity.”

“They’d better have beer there,” Taylor says, his tanned upper body glistening as he drip dries.

“Yup, I ain’t drinking no bullshit wine or champagne all night,” Mikey adds, his ass cheeks flexing as he checks himself out in the mirrior.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be hitting a bar just as soon as the last bite of food is down our throats,” Lane says.

“Cool,” I say, trying to contribute at least something to the banter as it flies back and forth. “I’ve beer waiting for a drink all day.”

Oh crap.

Silence.

Why the hell did I try and be funny? I could have just nodded or stuck with cool. They’re going to think I’m an absolute jackass now. No, worse. They’ll think I’m an unfunny jackass!

“Good job, Seinfeld,” Lane chuckles. “Now get that booty in the shower. We’re meeting in the lobby in half an hour.”

And with that, I get up and make a speedy exit to the shower.

It’s time to wash away the grime from today’s work—and wash off the embarrassment from my terrible attempt at a joke too!

Right now, all I want to do is get this meal out of the way and get back to my room as quickly as I can.

Lexi and I need a nice cuddle and a movie on my iPad.

I did well at my job, but settling into a new crew isn’t easy, and maybe I’m discovering that I’m not quite as confident about my identity as I thought I was too…