Power Me Daddy (The Construction Boys #2)

1. Taylor

Chapter 1

Taylor

‘So… this is my new home,’ I say, looking around the small open-plan kitchen and living space of my beachfront cottage. ‘I think I got pretty lucky here.’

After a seriously long drive that involved two overnight stops and plenty of coffee, I’ve finally arrived in Los Torros – and already I’m feeling good about the move.

Don’t get me wrong, I was happy where I was before.

I had good friends, was part of a great construction crew, and I had a sweet apartment too.

But…something was missing from my life.

I was working in a crew of Daddies, all great guys and brilliant friends – and I thought I was one of them too.

However the truth is that I’d always felt uncertain about being a Daddy. At over six feet tall and with shoulders and arms that would put a running back to shame, I’ve always looked like the physical stereotype of a Daddy.

I’ve always enjoyed going to Little and Daddy club nights and parties too.

But despite being twenty-six, I’d never even come close to finding a boy. And the reason for that was staring right back at me in the mirror every day.

I’m a Little.

And on a subconscious level, I’ve probably always known that too.

But life works in mysterious ways sometimes, and now that I’ve made the move to Los Torros I can begin anew with a fresh start.

Speaking of a fresh start, if anything around here needs to fresh up, it’s me!

After a serious amount of time in my car, what I truly need now is a nice, long shower with plenty of shower gel and maybe even a beer on the side to keep me extra-hydrated.

I take a beer out of my cool-box and walk into the bathroom.

‘Not bad, not bad at all,’ I say, the bathroom actually looking bigger in real life than it did on the photos online, which must be a first as far as real estate agents go – but I’m not complaining.

I turn on the shower and quickly strip out of my well-worn travel clothes.

As I step underneath the hot water, I’m immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of pure relaxation. Okay, the cold beer is helping too, but you get my drift.

‘I could stay here… forever ,’ I laugh, quickly finishing the beer and putting the bottle on the window ledge next to the shower head.

As I begin to lather my body with shower gel, I cast my mind back to one of the diners I stopped off at on the way here.

Talk about a Daddy den…

It felt like everywhere I looked, I was confronted by the sight of the hunkiest, gruffest looking trucker Daddies imaginable.

Each and every one of them seemed to come fully equipped with tattooed arms, beards, and the kind of broad backs and shoulders that a Little like me has been dreaming of.

But not a single one of them paid me any notice.

I don’t think I got a single look of admiration in the whole time I was there – and it’s not as if someone as big as me is easy to miss either.

So as hot as the truckers were, I couldn’t help feel a little bit deflated by the experience. That said, there’s nothing wrong with a little fantasy though…

‘ Mmmm , so… hot ,’ I say as I work my hand lazily over my hardening cock.

My mind is flashing up images of some of my favorite Daddy crushes.

But rather than thinking about my typical rough and ready Daddies with the beards, ink, and enormous physiques, my mind is going somewhere else.

I’m dreaming of sharp suits.

I’m seeing slick hair, strong jaws, and neatly trimmed facial hair.

Out of nowhere, I’m pumping my hand over my cock as hard and fast as I can and bringing myself to an unexpected orgasm over a totally different type of Daddy to my normal go-to.

‘Wow, that was… interesting ,’ I giggle, taking the shower off the overhead hook so I can blast some water over my stomach, hands, and still semi-hard cock.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt my fantasies go in the direction they just went. I guess being a construction guy, I’m not usually in the kinds of places where suave men hang out.

Usually, if I’m with my friends we’re either in a rough and ready bar or a Little club. I actually don’t think I’ve ever set foot in a cocktail bar or five-star restaurant in my whole life – I mean, that’s where smooth, suited Daddies hang out, right?

Anyway, I’m really not looking for a Daddy right now.

It hasn’t been that long since I’ve come to terms with being a Little and decided to make that an open part of my life. So why I think I would have found my perfect Daddy yet is beyond me really.

I guess this is all part of the learning process.

But speaking of Daddies, I need to message my good friend and former boss Jason and let him know that I’ve arrived safely and everything is okay with my new place…

Hey, it’s me. Arrived in one piece. Took a freakin’ lifetime, but I’m here now. Just wanted to say THANK YOU once again for being so understanding about me quitting to pursue this. You might not be my boss anymore, but I hope we’re still best buddies. TAYLOR.

I don’t have to wait long for a reply either. No sooner than I hit send and I can see that Jason is already typing a reply. And then only a couple of second later, it arrives…

Of course we’re still bros! You might be a boy and working for the Blue Collar Boys now, but me and you will always be family. And the rest of the old crew says the same too. Any time you need help, or if your back in the old hood just drop me a message and we’ll party like the old days. Best of luck in your new life, Taylor – we all know you’re going to smash it! JASON ;)

I smile as I read Jason’s message. Suddenly, I feel quite emotional too. Maybe it’s seeing it written down, but Jason’s words of friendship bring it home to me that I was so lucky in my old life.

But Jason is right, this is the start of a new life for me.

And after my fun shower, I think what I need now is to crash out on my new bed and then wake up fresh in the morning ready to explore my new neighborhood.

I’m not starting work until Monday, so that gives me a couple of days to chill out, get set up in my new home, and… finally find myself a stuffie to call my own.

* * *

Okay, so now that I’m a fully-fledged Little, it’s way overdue for me to find myself a stuffie. And apparently Los Torros has a perfect Little-focused café that also does a sideline in stuffies – kinda sounds too good to be true, right?

My beachfront cottage is pretty well placed to hit the main Los Torros hub of cafes, shops, and bars so after a quick walk up the stone steps that go from my cottage to the main boardwalk, I’m pretty much right in the center of the action.

‘Okay, so… left or right?’ I say, momentarily wondering where on earth I need to go. ‘ Morning Milk should be… this way?’

I cross the road and begin to walk down the well maintained sidewalk and take in the sights and sounds around me.

I see plenty of happy, smiling faces as groups of friends and couples sit outside and sip on their morning smoothies and chomp down their weekend breakfast.

Which reminds me… I still haven’t eaten this morning.

Having arrived late yesterday and not having the energy to go out and stock up on food, I’m pretty much running on empty by this point.

I need food – and I need it fast .

‘Okay, so down… this street,’ I say, looking up at the street sign and then back down at Google Maps on my phone.

Navigation has never exactly been my strong suit, and anyone who knows me wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest that I’m struggling to locate Morning Milk .

Maybe it’s the fact that I’m hungry and still a little tired, but my below-average navigation is actually hitting a new low right here.

I wander down the sidewalk and keep getting distracted by everything from cute couples to even cuter dogs…

‘Hey! Watch where you’re going!’

‘Oh, I, um , sorry,’ I mutter apologetically, the delivery guy not even turning around to acknowledge me as he powers on down the street.

And my woes continue as I cross the road only to be honked at by a guy in a bright-blue convertible sportscar.

‘Sorry!’ I call out, my apology sounding a little half-assed, but only because my eyes are drawn to the extremely hot man at the wheel. ‘Oh… damn .’

Far from being the typical Daddy I’m used to, this driver just checked all the boxes of my increasingly prominent desire for a smart, slick, and devilishly handsome Daddy.

What are the chances that the driver in question was even a Daddy though? I guess it’s probably still pretty low, even if Los Torros has earned a reputation as being a very Daddy and Little friendly town.

‘If I’m ever going to find this place, I need to concentrate…’ I say, my mind filled with all kinds of thoughts about the man in the sportscar. ‘No more Daddy thoughts.’

‘That doesn’t sound like fun!’ the voice comes from behind me.

I turn around and see a smiling face looking back at me.

‘Hey, um, yeah, I guess not,’ I say. ‘I’m new in town. I don’t suppose you know where Morning Milk is? It’s a café where-’

‘I know exactly where Morning Milk is!’ they reply. ‘My name’s Nicky and I work there!’

‘I’m Taylor,’ I reply. ‘I don’t suppose I could walk with you there? Otherwise it’ll be dinner time before I find it, and I’m starving for my breakfast!’

We both laugh together.

I don’t like judging people or making assumptions, but I’m pretty sure Nicky is a little. He’s got a petit frame and is wearing a pale pink t-shirt with a cuddly bear illustration on the front.

Oh, and Nicky has a super-sweet little unicorn stuffie under his arm too.

‘We’re not far away,’ Nicky says. ‘Come on, let’s walk together and I can give you some tips about Los Torros. I’ve got a few minutes before my shift starts, so we could even grab a juice together before I start?’

‘Wow, yeah, I’d like that,’ I say, a big smile on my face.

So not only am I going to be finally getting my breakfast, it looks like I’m going to have some unexpected company too.

This morning is finally turning out pretty damn well.

Now all I need to do is let Nicky know that I’m a Little and not a Daddy…

* * *

After a quick couple of blocks, I’m arriving at Morning Milk with my new pal Nicky, and I’m immediately impressed as we enter.

‘This place is nice,’ I say, looking around at the candy-colored walls and colorful furniture. ‘Is that… an area for playing?’

I point over at one corner of the café that is full of bean bags, boxes of toys, stuffies, and coloring pencils and paper.

‘Sure is,’ Nicky replies. ‘Looks fun, right?’

‘Yeah…’ I say, my voice trailing off as we walk over to a table next to the window. ‘This place is…’

‘It’s pretty special,’ Nicky says, sitting down opposite me and smiling. ‘I know it helped me settle in Los Torros when I moved here. And look at me now. Two years later and I work here. Perfecto .’

I smile and feel happy for Nicky that he’s evidently found his happy place.

It must be so much fun to work somewhere like this.

I mean, I’m a construction guy through and through, but I can see that for a Little who wants to work in a café, this could just about be the dream location to do it in.

‘So, you’re new here right,’ Nicky says, smiling as the server brings over two cartons of fruit juice for us, alongside two highly appetizing looking sugar-coated croissants. ‘I guess you’re still trying to work out the Daddy and Little scene? Every town and city is different, but Los Torros is great .’

‘Yeah,’ I reply. ‘I should say though, I’m a Little and not a Daddy.’

‘Well, durrr !’ Nicky replies, giggling. ‘I knew that from the moment I saw you. It’s written all over that big body of yours.’

I blush in a mixture of relief, shyness, and just a hint of embarrassment too.

‘Sorry, I’m new to all this,’ I say. ‘I think I always thought I was a Daddy because of my size. And on the couple of times I did try some clubs, I was constantly seen as being a Daddy before I had a chance to show who I really was.’

‘Urgh, that sucks,’ Nicky says, a look of empathy on his face. ‘I guess it’s tempting to judge people on appearances only. But I knew . Right from the first second I saw you. And anything you want to ask about being a Little, just go for it. I promise you can’t embarrass me – even with the red-hot sexy questions!’

The pair of us burst into a brief fit of giggling.

I think me and Nicky might just become very good friends.

But before we can get down and dirty in the conversation, my tummy tells me that it’s time to devour this croissant – and then order another one, plus a cream horn, and maybe even a big bowl of porridge too.

‘You might be a pure Little, but you can eat like a Daddy!’ Nicky says.

‘ Hehe , I know!’ I reply, wiping my mouth as I swallow the last chunk of croissant. ‘I just need to find a Daddy who is cool with that.’

‘Oh, I have a feeling you will,’ Nicky says, a knowing smile on his face. ‘The second a real Daddy sees that big, strong booty of yours he’s going to be locking you down forever . I just know it.’

‘Ha!’ I laugh, finding myself falling in love with Nicky’s humor. ‘What about you? Have you found your Daddy yet?’

‘Who, me ?’ Nicky responds, arching his eyebrow. ‘No, not yet. I might just be about to swear off all men for the rest of my life. Bad breakup. We might talk about it later, but it’s not fun breakfast conversation, you know? For right now, I’m more than happy with my stuffie, my Little friends, and my selection of toys and fantasies to keep me satisfied at night!’

I blush again, causing Nicky to laugh.

‘A certain special Daddy is going to be very lucky to be the one to corrupt you,’ Nicky giggles. ‘It’s almost enough to make me turn Daddy myself! But seriously, if you like we’ll hit a club tonight and I can show you what the Los Torros nightlife can bring when it comes to big-dicked, spank-happy Daddies!’

Both of us begin to laugh again.

This feels like the most fun I’ve had in a long time.

I might be new to this town, but I feel like in Nicky I’ve met someone who’s going to be a big part of my future here.

And judging by Nicky’s plans for tonight, some Daddy’s might be on the agenda soon too…