2. Jason
Chapter 2
Jason
The sun is high in the sky and there isn’t a cloud in ten square kilometers.
This building site is huge .
I’m talking two hundred apartment complex with on-site health club kinda huge.
Dozens of men work their strong, toned bodies in the heat all around me and the banter is flying back and forth.
But right now isn’t the time to get involved.
I need to keep my focus and make sure that I’m keeping me and my small crew on target to finish up on time today.
‘Fuck! This doesn’t ever get any easier,’ I laugh, bringing my heavy rock-breaking mallet down on a huge rock that needs clearing. ‘I mean, my name’s Jason Rock… I guess it was written in the stars.’
My building crew laugh, and we carry on working our bodies under the midday sun.
I work construction.
It’s what I do, and I love it.
Okay, so I don’t always love every aspect of construction, but it sure does keep me in good shape.
I’m twenty-eight years old and have been working on construction sites since I dropped out of college in the third semester of my Medical degree.
As much as being a doctor would have been great, my heart was never truly in it. Sure, I would have been saving lives and doing good things every day.
But I always figured that if I wasn’t absolutely as committed as I should have been then it would be better to step aside and let those more passionate than me take my place.
And, several years later, I don’t regret my decision one little bit.
Even doing this kind of back-breaking work for a larger building firm isn’t so bad…
I’ve got my crew with me, Kyle and Taylor.
I’ve got sunshine.
I’ve got water.
And I’m getting the max strength feeling of serotonin pumping around my body from a great physical workout.
‘Men, let’s call it there for now,’ I holler.
‘What, the pace too much for you, old man?’ Taylor calls back, his heavy axe driving into the rock.
‘You’re a year younger than me, dude,’ I laugh. ‘I hardly think I’m Old Father Time just yet.’
‘Yeah, that’s my title,’ Kyle bellows, his six-pack rippling as he removes his sweat-stained t-shirt. ‘I’m twenty-nine, about to turn the big three-O.’
The three of us laugh together.
Between us, we make a good crew.
Ideally we wouldn’t be working for a larger company as sub-contractors, but the dream of being our own independent construction company is something that I’m working hard on making a reality.
The problem is that the existing companies in the area have something of an iron grip on all the large contracts that come up.
If I’m going to get us a big solo job, I have a feeling it’s going to have to be a one-off job for an independent client.
I’m totally down for this too – the idea of working one on one with an individual and building something especially for them is sexy to me.
Maybe it’s a Daddy thing.
The notion of providing a new building, domestic or business, for a client and looking after all of their needs is my kind of energy.
Speaking of all things Daddy Dom, both Kyle and Taylor are hitting a bar later.
Of course, they’re keen for me to join them too…
‘You need to find a fine ass to spank,’ Taylor laughs. ‘One of those big juicy butts you like so much!’
‘Hey, I like what I like,’ I reply. ‘You stick to your little peach-buts and leave all the big, round asses to me.’
‘And me!’ Kyle says, before glugging down half a bottle of water in one attempt. ‘But you should totally come with us tonight, bro.’
‘Fuck it, I’ll come,’ I laugh, the outcome never really in any serious doubt. ‘But I’m not staying out until crazy o’clock again. We can’t be late for the asshole running this site. I’ve heard that he’s kicked people off without paying them before.’
‘ Grrrr , that’s why we need to be running our own work,’ Taylor says, impatience in his voice.
‘Trust me, I’m working on it,’ I reply, sharing my friend’s frustration. ‘It won’t be long before we’re truly our own bosses. You can count on me for that.’
‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wiping the sweat from his brow.
‘Hell yeah!’ Kyle repeats, a big smile on his face. ‘And Jason, tell me you’ve downloaded OlderLittles.com now?’
Urgh .
I knew this subject would come up sooner rather than later.
It’s true that I’m looking pretty much exclusively for a boy who’s older than me, but I’m really not entirely sold on the idea of using an app or website to find love.
It’s not like I’m judgmental of anyone else who does it, but I don’t think it’s something that would suit me. I like to meet people in real life and find that connection without a whole load of tech involved.
Of course, I see the irony – I’m hardly succeeding going about things the old school way.
Maybe I should give this God damn app a try.
At the very worst it would stop Kyle riding my ass about it.
‘ Um , not yet,’ I reply. ‘But… I’ll get on it. Seriously. I’m going to get it.’
‘I’ll believe that shit when I see it,’ Kyle roars, turning away from me and getting back to work.
I’m about to get my ass back to work too when I look across the construction site and see a face that I truly don’t want to see…
‘What’s he doing here?’ I mutter, shaking my head slowly.
I’m staring over toward the absolute Grade-A asshole that is Werner Hodge.
He’s a big-time property developer who has been pretty much top dog in the business here for the last twenty-five years.
In and of itself, this ain’t a problem.
But it’s how Hodge handles his business that bugs me.
I’ve heard about all of the shady dealings and scare tactics that Hodge has used to put other companies out of business. I’ve also heard from good sources that he’s not afraid of bribing the local authorities if it means he can get around a building restriction or even to use less than optimal building materials.
All in all, I think Werner Hodge is the kind of dude I want nothing to do with – which is a shame, because that sonofabitch is walking right toward me.
‘Jason Rock…’ Werner says, his slicked-back black hair dripping with grease under the hot sun. ‘I hear you’re thinking of going solo with your merry little band of men?’
‘What of it?’ I reply, not wanting to give much away.
‘Oh you know, just interested,’ Werner replies, the big scar on his right hand drawing my eye. ‘I’d hate to see you try and go it alone and then… crash and burn.’
‘Don’t worry about us,’ I say, standing proud and with my two bros behind me. ‘We’re good. Just trying to earn an honest living.’
‘I see,’ Werner sneers. ‘Well how about this for some honest advice from one man to another. I don’t think there’s room for another small, easily broken independent construction company in this town. Just my advice.’
‘How about this for some advice from me,’ I reply, my blood boiling and my jaw clenching. ‘Keep the fuck away from my business.’
‘You heard him,’ Taylor adds, his grip tightening on his hammer.
‘We’re cool. But don’t push us,’ Kyle adds, his eyes locked in on Werner.
‘Tough guys, eh?’ Werner laughs, phlegm coughing up into his mouth. ‘ Pffft . I’ve seen plenty of young jerks like you before. Well, don’t say you weren’t warned.’
With that, Werner Hodge turns and walks away.
I want to kick his ass right here and now.
But I know I can’t do that – and I know I’d be playing right into his hands if I did that too.
No, I need to keep my cool and stay focused on the goal.
‘Okay, show’s over guys,’ I say, the anger still audible in my voice. ‘Let’s get back to breaking some rocks. Hell, we can imagine it’s Werner Hodge we’re smashing to pieces, right?’
I’m joking… kind of.
But the three of us laugh and get back to work.
Suddenly, I’m looking forward to my post-work beer way more than I could have imagined just a couple of minutes ago.
Bull Bar is as rocking as ever.
With its loud music, down and dirty décor, and beer that flows like the sweetest nectar, this place is my kind of hangout.
‘Yo, Kyle, it’s your round at the bar, bro!’ I call out, finishing off my crisp European lager. ‘And let’s get some chasers this time too.’
‘Hell yeah,’ Taylor says, wrapping up his beer and slamming it down on the dark mahogany bar. ‘I think tonight’s gonna be a good night, and I’m not talking about the Black Eyed Peas either.’
‘Huh?’ I reply, not quite getting the reference to the song initially. ‘Oh, right. There’s me being old again.’
‘Damn, you need a boy to keep you occupied,’ Kyle laughs, walking toward us and planting some fresh drinks down. ‘Downloaded the app yet?’
I know what Kyle expects me to say.
Kyle is sure that I haven’t downloaded OlderLittles.com.
But Kyle is in for a surprise…
‘What does it look like to you?’ I say, turning my cell phone screen to an image of me on the app. ‘Now, stay the hell out of my dating life you low down dirty animal!’
The three of us laugh and it’s time to sink some more beer.
With the music pumping in Bull Bar, I begin to sense that both Kyle and Taylor are going to want to keep the night going and hit a club.
That’s a big no-no for me personally.
But if Kyle and Taylor can handle it, I’m not about to try and pull the boss card on them and tell them they can’t. As long as they show up for work bright and early, I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if they stay out late.
‘Let me guess, you’re turning in early?’ Kyle says, a knowing grin on his face as he finishes his beer and readies himself to leave with Taylor.
‘Do we even need to ask?’ Taylor laughs, high fiving me and turning to leave. ‘See you early in the AM, Jason!’
‘Don’t be late!’ I holler back, knowing full well that my guys will be on time.
I’ve got a good crew.
Hard workers and good friends too – it’s the stuff of dreams for a guy like me.
But of course, there is an area of my life that I desperately want to make some improvements on.
I might only be twenty-eight, but I want a baby boy in my life.
This might be the European lager talking, but I just feel ready to settle down with a boy who is everything to me, my whole world – and me the same for him, too.
I don’t judge the Daddies who are still out partying in their forties, but that’s just not what I want.
All I need is an older boy. I want the kind of sweet, sexy boy who knows exactly what he wants in life and is ready to settle down and make that commitment – and if he has a deliciously edible and spankable butt then that’s just perfect!
‘Okay, here goes,’ I say, pulling the app up onto my phone again and hitting the button that says ‘ connect .’
SWIPE – Cute… but too tall.
SWIPE – Sexy… but doesn’t enjoy loud music?
SWIPE – Nice butt… and doesn’t want commitment?
Suddenly I’m thinking that this is the biggest waste of time ever. I mean, no offence to these boys but none of them are really coming close to hitting the spot with me.
SWIPE – …
Holy hell! Who is this ?
‘Username… BigBootyFlowerBoy,’ I say, arching my eyebrow. ‘Sounds promising.’
I’m scanning through this baby boy’s pictures as fast as I can.
There’s no denying it, he’s exactly what I want.
Scratch that: this boy is what I’ve been craving for as long as I can remember.
Smart appearance… Check .
The cutest dimples I’ve ever seen… Got ‘em.
An ass I could make clap faster than the speed of sound? Fuck yeah.
And what’s even better is that his bio says he’s looking for the special Daddy that will put him in his place, keep him on a leash, and settle down with him forever.
I need to meet this boy.
But first, I want to chat with him…