Screw Me Daddy (The Construction Boys #1)

1. Xander

Chapter 1

Xander

‘Holy crap, this needs to be finished by when exactly?’ I explain, shooting a hard look over toward my friend and workmate Lane. ‘And how are we meant to do that exactly?’

To be perfectly honest, not much phases me.

But this… this is wild with a capital what the hell?

I might be one of the founding members of the Blue Collar Boys, but this job looks like it could potentially be the breaking of us.

I’m talking all the classic signs of a tough project…

Multi-millionaire super-demanding client? Check.

Crazy high expectations? For sure.

Insanely tight completion schedule? You bet.

But if I know one thing, it’s that me and my fellow Blue Collar Boys will somehow come out on the other side with a completed project. We might all be Littles, but when it comes to construction we know our stuff and we know how to get shit done .

I’m not going to lie, it wasn’t always easy trying to establish a reputation as a Little in the construction industry – I mean, it’s so freakin’ macho!

But what I and my fellow Blue Collar Boys wanted to prove to the world was that we were more than masculine enough to compete with the typical construction companies that are stacked to the ceiling with the biggest, toughest Daddies around.

We might be boys, but we don’t take any crap.

Anyway…

We’ve built our reputation up from the ground and now more and more people come to us as their first-choice construction crew.

But even for us, working with a retired soccer star is something new. I’m used to meeting construction goals and now I have to work for someone who’s more used to scoring them.

I can’t say that I’ve followed soccer much over the years. My sports were always football and ice hockey. Maybe a little bit of basketball too. But soccer always seemed like a rich kid sport, the kind of game they played up in the private schools along with lacrosse and water fuckin’ polo.

But I’ve always known one thing… soccer is big bucks.

I was away on another job when Lane did the negotiations with the client so I haven’t met the so-called superstar of soccer Reece Bellham yet – and it’s something I’m not especially looking forward to either given how tough a task it will be to get this job done within the agreed timeframe.

I need to hear some kind of explanation from Lane. He’s a chill guy, always happy to roll with the punches. But that does mean that from time to time Lane bites off more than he can chew. And I’m beginning to wonder if this Reece Bellham project could be seriously bad news.

The last thing you want as a construction company is to get a reputation as a crew who doesn’t finish on time.

So far, the Blue Collar Boys have got every damn project finished before the deadline and it’s important that we keep that winning streak going.

‘Yo, Lane, I’m being serious!’ I holler, waving over toward Lane to try and grab his attention. ‘We need to do this by when ?’

‘Relax, bro,’ Lane replies, his strong arms flexing as he walks toward me. ‘You’re the master when it comes to bringing a job in on time, you’ve got this.’

‘ I’ve got this?’ I reply, rolling my eyes. ‘I think you mean we’ve got this. But whatever, I think we can do it. When the Blue Collar Boys are involved, it means there’s always a way.’

Lane stands next to me and we survey the site – and it’s not too often you get two Littles who are as big and strong as us looking out onto a construction site and feeling small.

Most people who know a little bit about the whole Little and Daddy culture often assume that all boys are small, slender, and typically do arty jobs or work in offices – no surprises here but the Blue Collar Boys don’t meet that stereotype!

Like Lane, I’m over six feet tall and built with enough muscle on my bones to intimidate the beefiest club doorman.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t want all the things that other Littles desire too… I’m talking bedtime stories, snuggles, and the fluffiest diapers for my big, strong butt – oh and if there’s a Daddy there to help, then I’m there for it!

Speaking of Little things…

‘Come on, let’s take a juice break and work out how we’re going to do this project on time,’ I say, flashing Lane my hazelnut-colored eyes and sweetest smile. ‘Juice and stuffie break?’

‘Ever known me to say no to a juice box and stuffie moment?’ Lane laughs, walking with me toward my bright red Ford F-150 truck. ‘Let’s do it.’

As we get inside the truck, I excitedly reach into the back and pull Shine my otter stuffie up front with me.

Lane digs into his backpack and gets out Claws, his bobcat stuffie.

‘I don’t know how we’re going to get this build finished in the time this guy wants,’ I say, piercing my pineapple and passion fruit juice box container. ‘But if we can nail this job, it could open up a whole new world for the Blue Collar Boys.’

‘A whole new Daddy world?’ Lane says, a mischievous grin on his face that I’m not quite understanding. ‘Wait… don’t you know?’

‘Know what?’ I reply, the puzzled look on my face causing Lane much amusement. ‘Don’t leave me hanging here!’

‘Reece Bellham is… allegedly … a Daddy!’ Lane says, a conspiratorial laugh in his voice. ‘And who knows how many of his former teammates are too!’

‘ Huh …’ I reply, not wanting to give too much away. ‘Whatever. All I care about is getting his damn house built so we can invest in some new machinery and-’

‘Okay, okay, I get it!’ Lane roars, rolling his eyes. ‘You don’t want a Daddy… yeah , right .’

I try to act cool and ignore Lane’s provocation.

But Lane knows I want nothing more than to find a Daddy to cuddle me, care for me, and sing me to sleep at night.

And if that Daddy is able to sling me over his lap and give me a good, hard spanking when it’s deserved then I’m all his .

‘Come on, let’s finish these juice boxes and get back to headquarters,’ I say, turning the key in the engine. ‘We can daydream about finding our Forever Daddies on the way back to meet the rest of the crew. We’ve got some serious work to do, and we’re the boys to do it.’

So here’s the thing.

The Blue Collar Boys HQ isn’t a fancy office, or even a converted garage at the back of one of our houses.

No, our headquarters is based in pretty much the most adorable café in town…

Morning Milk .

We might just be the café’s most regular clientele, and for sure we’re the biggest. Morning Milk is run by a wonderful lady called Nanny Josephine, and she makes sure that all us Blue Collar Boys get our daily dose of warm milk, cookies, and sometimes even a big bowl of ice-cream too.

If you hadn’t already guessed, Morning Milk is a café that caters specifically to Littles. Set back from the beachfront and tucked away in a private corner, most passersby wouldn’t even know that Morning Milk existed.

But when it comes to word of mouth, pretty much everyone who considers themselves a Little knows where this delightful café and play place is.

As I pull up and park my truck, I exchange looks with Lane. The pair of us are glad to be here, but we can see that we’re not the only ones.

‘Yo! Jason!’ I holler, lowering my window and seeing that Jason and some of the other Blue Collar Boys crew have arrived before me and Lane. ‘Milk on order?’

‘Hell yeah!’ Jason shouts back, his handsome smile and freshly cropped sandy brown hair glistening in the morning sun. ‘Nanny Josephine made fresh apple pie this morning too.’

‘We need to get our asses inside before the crew demolishes the whole pie,’ Lane laughs.

‘If Nanny Josephine has brought it out already, we’ll be lucky to see a single damn slice,’ I giggle. ‘But fuck, we at least need to try and get a piece.’

Without any further hesitation, we get out of my truck and make our way as quickly as we can across the small parking lot and into the safe and cozy environment of Morning Milk .

With the Blue Collar Boys crew all having taken their seats around the large center table, I can see that I’m going to have difficulty getting a slice of pie.

Luckily for me, Nanny Josephine was ahead of the game…

‘Here you are, boys,’ Nanny says as she approached me and Lane. ‘I saved the two biggest slices for my biggest boys.’

‘Wow, thank you Nanny,’ both Lane and I say in unison as we take the plates of pie out of Nanny Josephine’s warm hands.

‘Now be good boys and take a seat,’ Nanny laughs. ‘I don’t want apple pie all over my floor!’

Lane and I laugh and manage to squeeze onto the table with the rest of the Blue Collar Boys.

Nanny Josephine is a wonderful lady, and honestly one of the most valuable people in our little community of Littles. Her dedication in setting up Morning Milk and running it with so much care and attention to detail is invaluable to us all.

Whether it’s a morning slice of pie and some milk, a playdate, or even a long nap and diaper change, Nanny Josephine has us covered.

With her chestnut brown hair, petite but curvy body, and emerald-green eyes, Nanny Josephine could easily be on TV, but I’m grateful that her passion is the café.

And I’m even more grateful that Nanny lets us use the place as an office!

Well, it’s not like we don’t spend a serious amount of money on milk, cakes, cookies, and protein bars though too.

‘Damn this pie is good,’ I say, raising a cheer from the rest of the crew. ‘But boys, we’ve got a big challenge with this Reece Bellham project. We’re going to need to bring our A-game every damn day to finish it on time. I’m thinking lots and lots of apple pie will be needed. You know, for energy purposes.’

My comments draw more cheers from the boys and I smile a big smile before taking another bite of the succulent apple pie.

We’re a real family even if our biology would say otherwise. Every day I love to come to work and be around a group of authentically found family.

‘Milkies time!’ Nanny sings, alerting me and the rest of the Blue Collar Boys to the arrival of not only a tray full of milk bottles, but our stuffies too. ‘And I’ve warmed your stuffies just how you like them.’

‘Thank you, Nanny,’ we all say, smiles on our faces as we take our milk and stuffies.

I bring Shine, my warmable otter stuffie, close to my body and give him a nice, long cuddle as I pick up my milk bottle and glug down close to one third of the milk in one breath.

As the whole crew enjoys their milk and some time with their stuffies, I feel gratitude for having a place like Morning Milk in my life. Not everyone in the world is cool about the whole Little thing. More often than not, it’s just a case of not understanding it. But some people genuinely aren’t very open minded either.

Being able to come to Morning Milk and just be myself is something that I wouldn’t trade for the world. Nanny Josephine has got everything just right, and I know she cares about each and every one of us.

Of course, even if us Blue Collar Boys were drinking our milk and cuddling our stuffies in full public view, I’m not sure how many people would have the guts to say anything to us.

After all, it’s not that often you see a group of such big, tough guys all together in one place. As the Blue Collar Boys, we don’t stand for any crap and that attitude is usually enough to ward off any unwelcome attention.

But that being said, there’s something so safe and cozy about knowing that we’re in a place where we can just be ourselves without even thinking about the need to defend ourselves or feel like anyone is staring and silently judging.

Being in a safe place like Morning Milk is one thing, but it doesn’t mean I’m safe from banter…

‘Guys, I think Xander has a thing for Reece Bellham,’ Lane laughed, rocking back so hard in his chair that he nearly falls over onto his big, muscly ass.

‘How? I’ve never seen him,’ I reply, blushing. ‘Not in real life anyway. And I’m not even looking for a Daddy. Argh ! I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t think he’s hot anyway!’

The rest of the Blue Collar Boys whoop in delight as my cheeks turn redder than a firetruck’s paint job.

‘Xander wants his balls massaged by the soccer dude!’ Jason roars, high fiving with Lane and then Ryder.

‘I’ve heard about Soccer Moms, but Xander wants a Soccer Daddy,’ Lane says. ‘And he wants Reece to use his butt to score as many goals as he can!’

‘That doesn’t even make sense!’ I protest, shaking my head and rolling my eyes in disgust. ‘You need better banter if you’re coming for me like that.’

But I can’t be mad at the guys.

This is how we roll.

We love each other, we work and play together, and we never hold back when it comes to bantering with one another either.

That being said, it’s time for me to divert the attention away from me and back onto Lane.

After all, it’s his fault that we’ve got the Reece Bellham contract with just about the most insane deadline imaginable – and there’s no way Lane is getting off the hook for that without at least some shit from me and the crew!

‘A big boy needs a seriously big bath alright,’ I say, walking from my bedroom and into my bathroom. ‘And this bath does not disappoint!’

I might be twenty-eight years old and shower usually twice a day, but nothing beats a nice long soak in the tub. It brings back so many childhood memories for me, and if the bathtub happens to come fully loaded with bubbles and bath toys then that’s pretty much all I need.

When I moved into the cottage it was pretty much perfect.

Wonderful beach location? Yup.

Spare room for my weights and training gear? Hell yeah.

Double door refrigerator for my protein shakes and treat snacks too? Of course.

But one thing that was missing was a bathtub big enough for me to enjoy. So, after a little negotiation with the landlady, I put in a super-large bathtub that would probably feel like a swimming pool to anyone under 5’8”.

At 6’5” I need every inch I can get – LOL, in more ways than one too!

As I open up the twin faucets and let the water fill up in the bath, I can’t help but think about Reece Bellham.

‘Don’t pick up the phone,’ I mumble, thinking that by saying it out loud I might be able to prevent myself from looking up the hunky soccer player and going straight to Google Images. ‘Don’t do it…’

I quickly reach for my cell phone and scroll through some images of Reece Bellham in various action shots from his days as a soccer star.

‘Those thighs,’ I say, practically drooling. ‘Those abs. That jawline. But… that ass …’

I can feel my cock hardening underneath my thick bath towel. I can feel my entire body and mind springing to life and running riot with fantasies about serving Reece Bellham’s perfect booty with my eager tongue.

‘Yikes, no, not know,’ I say, showing incredible discipline by putting my cell phone down on the opposite side of the bathroom.

I manage to distract myself by looking through my relaxing bath salts and bubble baths. With a whole ton of different options to go for, I end up pouring in one absolutely wild mixture of scents, colors, and flavors.

‘Whatever, it’ll feel good,’ I laugh, picking up Shine and putting him down on his favorite wicker chair so he can watch me in the bath.

Shine might be an otter, but he really doesn’t like getting wet. It must be a stuffie thing LOL, but to me Shine is still the best otter in the whole wide world, and I love him with all my heart.

Whenever I doubt myself, Shine is always there for me.

When my mean ex-Daddy told me I was too big and strong to be a proper Little, Shine was there for me to cuddle and cry with on those lonely first nights after we broke up.

So, yeah, Shine gets his own exclusive-use bathroom chair!

‘ Hmm , the bath’s about ready,’ I say, noticing the water rising to a good level and the bubbles looking like they’re just about ready to move into seriously bubblicious territory.

With that, I let the towel drop from around my waist and I clamber into the hot water. The bubbles pop and tingle as I lower in my naked body, tired from a full day of working with my fellow Blue Collar Boys.

I close my eyes ready to relax.

But all I can think of is one man… a certain soccer star who might just be a Daddy, but definitely does have the most perfect ass in all of sports.