Fast Daddy (The Daddy Den #1)

CHANNING

While he may have been in shape and a decent cyclist, he was never going to enter let alone win the Tour de France.

It may have only just turned seven thirty in the morning, but the sun was very much out in Los Frisco. It was going to be another hot day, that much was clear.

I’ve got this.

I’m beating my PB.

Today’s the day I do it…

Channing was cycling to work and was determined to get to his destination quicker than ever.

After all, having just spent three thousand dollars on a new bike, he felt like he had a lot to prove.

It wasn’t every day that Channing would spend such a large amount of money, and he wanted to know that the expenditure for the extra light aluminum frame had been worth it.

Channing Bale was twenty-three and an up-and-coming green energy executive at Green Sky Future, an environmental research organisation.

With his surfer-boy blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, Channing looked like a surf pro. But it was Channing’s hard work and studiousness in the office that truly set him apart.

There was an opening higher up in Green Sky Future, with the position of Junior VP needing filling. Channing knew he was young, but such was his passion for the work that he was determined to land the job and help take the company to new heights.

However, as career focused as Channing was, he had other interests too.

Channing was a committed volunteer at the local dog rescue center. Having been helping out at Bark Buddies for well over a year, Channing had completely fallen in love with each and every dog he had come into contact with as they waited to be rehomed.

The truth was that Channing would have done anything to take just one of the dogs home with him, but he knew that his long work hours meant it just wasn’t doable. After all, being single and living alone meant that any dog would struggle to have enough quality time with him.

It may have been with a sad heart, but Channing knew deep down that he just didn’t have the time for his own dog. For now at least, Bark Buddies dog center would have to be the outlet to meet his tail-wagging, fur-ruffling doggy needs.

However, Channing didn’t have any time to lament his lack of a canine companion. With the sleeves of his pale blue t-shirt flapping in the wind, Channing whizzed around the corner and applied the breaks.

Not only was Channing a career focused dog lover, he was also a Little too.

Deep down, Channing had always known he was a Little, but it had taken him quite some time to feel like he could express himself in that way.

During his time at college, his mind had blossomed and developed a better understanding of what it meant to be a Little, and of what it meant to crave nothing more than a Daddy to look after him.

But college being college, it maybe wasn’t the best place to be honest and open about it. With the jocks and a generally pretty macho environment even with the academic students, it never truly felt like a safe place for Channing to be who he wanted to be.

The idea of wearing a diaper or carrying around his most loved stuffie, Billy the duck wasn’t something that Channing could contemplate doing.

Channing would sometimes privately play with coloring pencils back in his dorm room, but beyond that the vast majority of his Little self was kept firmly under wraps and inside his mind.

However since moving to Los Frisco, Channing had gained confidence.

Los Frisco was a liberal place where generally speaking anyone could be who they wanted to be. Sure, even Los Frisco had some judgmental and mean people, but on the whole Channing knew that he could feel far more free in how he expressed himself.

With some wonderful Little friends and the Beach Babies club to hang out in, Channing had established a nice Little life for himself.

The only thing missing was finding a Forever Daddy to make his life complete.

Channing wanted a Daddy who knew how to have fun, someone who he could share his kinky side with and see what else might turn him on beyond just age play.

Oh, and any perspective Daddy would need to know when to lay down the law too and administer some strict, no-holds-barred spankings and paddlings too.

It might have seemed like wishful thinking, but Channing was determined to find his Forever Daddy.

However, now wasn’t Daddy time.

This was a Littles-only moment…

‘Guys! You beat me. Again!’ Channing laughed, slowing his bike down to near enough walking speed. ‘I guess I’m buying.’

Channing may have been on his way to work, but the reason he was so early was so that he could take a detour and enjoy a customary fresh juice with his Little friends.

Both Rick and Tommy worked at successful startups just like Channing, and their early morning routine of fresh juice and gossip was an essential part of their weekdays.

‘I thought you’d got lost?’ Tommy laughed, his slicked back chestnut brown hair looking as immaculate as ever, despite the bike ride.

‘Pfft! Three thousand on a bike, and I still beat you?’ Rick added, a big grin on his face as the morning sun topped up his olive-skinned tan.

‘Guys, guys, you know I let you win?’ Channing said, struggling to keep a straight face. ‘Anyway, I actually arrived twenty minutes ago and just went for an extra lap of Los Frisco canyon.’

The three friends laughed.

They were all young, single, and loved their lives in Los Frisco. There was never any competition between them when it came to careers or men, their bond as friends ensuring that they always wanted what was best for one another.

Of course, this didn’t mean that there was a lack of banter. Each one of the three friends was competitive in their own way and Channing showing up last on the first time with his expensive new cycle wasn’t going to be forgotten in a hurry…

‘So, does your ‘super-lightweight’ bike have some kind of speed restrictor on it? Tommy laughed. ‘You know, to stop you from going too fast?’

Channing shook his head and rolled his eyes.

‘Yeah, yeah, keep it coming,’ Channing laughed. ‘We’ll have to have a proper race this weekend. I’ll show you two jokers who the fastest cyclist in Los Frisco is.’

The three Littles took a moment to finally embrace.

It was time to get some fresh juice from the Sal’s Juice Truck…

* * *

‘Yummy, this mango and kiwi vibe is officially world class,’ Channing said, taking the last gulp of his juice.

The three friends were walking back to their cycles after enjoying a nice walk down to the ocean front with their drinks.

It had been a wonderful start to the day, and Channing felt ready to hit work with all of his customary enthusiasm.

There was, however, one problem...

‘Urgh. I hope Kyle isn’t being such an poo-butt today,’ Channing sighed.

‘Forget that guy,’ Tommy said, his slim, but muscular build looking great in his black and red striped cycling t-shirt. ‘Focus on you.’

‘Yeah, but I have a feeling that he’s been bad mouthing me around the office,’ Channing said, a hint of genuine concern in his voice. ‘I know I shouldn’t care, but if I’m going to get this VP job then the last thing I need is my name being run down by a freakin’ so-called colleague.’

‘I agree with Tommy,’ Rick said. ‘Focus on what you can control. Don’t waste your time speculating on what Kyle Peters may or may not be saying. Everyone at Green Sky Future knows that you’re the real star of the show.’

Channing took a moment to consider the words of his friends. He knew that they were probably right but taking on board their words of wisdom was easier said than done.

‘Come on, just go with it,’ Tommy laughed, clearly seeing that Channing was resisting their advice. ‘You know that we’ve got your back. People like Kyle never win in the end.’

‘The worst thing is that I don’t even think he cares about being eco!’ Channing said, anger in his voice. ‘It just stinks I have to be around him.’

Both Tommy and Rick put their arms around Channing as they walked back to their bikes. Channing felt reassured to have such good friends, but he knew that as soon as he stepped into the office, it would be just him.

I can’t let Kyle mess things up for me.

I’ve worked too hard.

I care too much to let him put me off my game…

* * *

It turned out to be a very decent day at work. Despite his fears over Kyle Peters stirring up all kinds of crap, Channing actually managed to avoid Kyle for most of the day.

This had been a real blessing.

Not only was Channing able to happily work on a new presentation he was hoping to show to the senior management board, but he was also able to have a chat with the sweet new guy who was working on the welcome desk at Green Sky Future.

Channing wasn’t sure if it was a love match between them, but it was fun to talk all the same…

He’s cute.

Maybe not exactly my usual type.

But with no Daddies in my world, I might need to be more open to something else?

However, now he was back at his apartment, Channing decided to shut down all thoughts of work and allow himself a little rest and relaxation time.

Channing’s ground floor apartment had a big, open plan living area that was flanked by two bedrooms on either side. Channing’s room was the master suite and had a generous sized bathroom off it. The guest bedroom was a little more snug but had its own shower.

All in all, the apartment was just about perfect for Channing.

When he had a friend from out of town over to stay, there was just about enough room. But on a day-to-day basis there was plenty of space.

In fact, Channing would often use the guest bedroom to store his in-progress work projects, spare bike parts, and whatever paperwork he had taken home from the Bark Buddies dog center.

‘Okay… so shall I have a juice box or….’ Channing wondered out loud, momentarily blushing self-consciously as he realized how much of a cliché he must have looked. ‘Damn. Talking to myself. I seriously need a Daddy…’

Channing laughed and shook his head as he walked over to the tall, metallic refrigerator. Opening it up, Channing had to search around for the eight pack of ice-cold juice boxes that he knew was in there somewhere.

‘Jeez. I’ve got enough greenery in here to call it a second garden,’ Channing grumbled before finally pushing past a big bag of kale and pulling out the multicoloured juice boxes. ‘Not that I’m complaining.’

Channing actually loved his healthy diet and environmentally conscious lifestyle.

He could easily have afforded a sports car or to eat out every night, but he genuinely loved nothing more than cycling and making his own food from scratch.

It was just who he was, and Channing was more than happy to admit it too.

Just as the juice box was primed and ready to open, Channing caught a glimpse of his cellphone flashing over by the large l-shaped couch.

Taking a quick sip of mango and tropical fruit juice, Channing walked over toward the phone and picked it up.

It was almost certainly either Tommy or Rick, but if they thought that they were going to get Channing out for a night on the quayside bars, then they had another thing coming.

Channing was still sweating from his cycle back from work and his plan was very much to sink this juice, shower, and then indulge himself in a big crunchy salad and a golden era - 1990s of course - Disney marathon.

But rather than the message being from Tommy or Rick, it was in fact from someone else altogether…

Yo, Channing! You still at the place over on Ocean Drop? Max X

Channing paused.

His first reaction was to simply put the phone down and ignore the message altogether. It had been months upon months, possibly even closer to two years, since Channing had even heard so much as a single word from Max.

What does he want?

Why… message now? I don’t get it.

Except… this is still somehow so Max.

Channing and Max went way back together.

Despite the significant age gap between them, the pair met each other at college and quickly became friends. Max may have been a mature Masters student with an extra twenty years in the bank over Channing, but he was very much young at heart.

While Channing was bright, conscientious with his work, and hated risk, Max was very much the opposite.

Max was a rebel.

He lived fast, close to the edge.

If there was even a chance of having fun then Max simply could never turn it down.

The fact that Max was a mature student was something that Max had always played down to Channing.

Max always maintained that he had been too busy partying and living a wild life during his twenties and early thirties to even consider a Masters degree having initially graduated from one of the country’s most prestigious universities in the shape of Princeford U.

This made sense, but it wasn’t as if Max was partying any less or living any less wild when he finally did make it to college to take on his Masters.

But for men like Max, age was only a number. He may have been older than some of the lecturers, but that made no difference…

At college, Max had been a stone-cold babe.

With his thick stubble and blonde and brown hair, he looked every inch the bad boy. The fact that he had a long scar on his left thigh just added to the dangerous appeal.

Max’s almond brown eyes were like deep pools of brooding soul and there wasn’t a guy on campus who wouldn’t shoot him a look of admiration or lust.

Channing and Max had hit it off as friends from the jump.

Yes, they were very much opposites. And the age-gap was undeniable. But something about them just clicked.

Max would take Channing to the coolest underground parties on campus and it sometimes felt inevitable that after a few beers the pair of them would fool around. Things had gotten pretty steamy between them, but Max had always made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

Channing had always said that he was fine with this.

However Channing being Channing, he honestly wanted more.

Truthfully, what Channing wanted more than anything was commitment.

But as far as Channing was concerned, the reality of the situation was that he was hopelessly in love with Max, and it would never be returned in kind.

Max was like a precious stone that Channing could glimpse at, touch, but never keep. And for a while, Channing managed to deal with that.

Just as Channing was beginning to dredge up all the old memories, and the intervening years of occasional hook ups and catch-up dinners, he heard the sound of his doorbell.

‘Huh?’ Channing said, putting his phone down and walking toward the door.

Channing wasn’t expecting anyone, and neither Tommy or Rick would show up without calling ahead, it just wasn’t something that either of them ever did.

Channing paused and gripped his hand on the doorknob.

It couldn’t be… could it?