10. Harrison
Chapter 10
Harrison
I’m not always the impulsive type, and normally I like to assess and analyze my options when making a big property deal happen.
But there’s a flipside too.
Sometimes when I know a deal is just right, I move quickly and with total conviction. In fact, when my mind is made up I rarely take a second breath before putting my plan into action.
Similarly, it was like that last night with Taylor.
I was home alone and weighing up what to do with myself. Both Trent and Reece were having quiet nights in with their boys, so contacting them and going out for a few whiskies was out of the question.
Instead, I ploughed through some work and managed to dig a little deeper, albeit with limited success, into the situation with the Las Malvinas project.
Something told me though that Taylor would welcome a visit.
But rather than surprise him totally out of the blue, I decided to head out, pick up some cookies, and then text him. If he didn’t reply or didn’t seem up for meeting up, then I would have happily driven home without the boy being any the wiser.
However, that wasn’t the way it played out…
And now here I am, slowly waking up in Taylor’s bed – and no sign of the boy.
‘Hello?’ I call out, quickly checking under the bed cover and seeing that I did indeed fall asleep naked. ‘Anyone home?’
‘I’m through here,’ Taylor calls back, his voice full of early morning enthusiasm and joy. ‘Come and see what I’m doing!’
After quickly finding my briefs and putting my t-shirt back on, I walk through the bedroom and find a quite delightful sight before me as I enter the living area…
‘Come on, come and color with me, Daddy,’ Taylor says.
The boy is lying on the floor in his dinosaur pajamas and happily coloring away in one of his new coloring books.
I have to admit, it’s been a while since I’ve colored in with a boy.
But when the boy asking me is Taylor, it’s a no brainer.
‘Okay, so, what am I doing?’ I say, getting down onto the floor next to Taylor and rummaging around for a felt tip pen. ‘Shall I choose my own book, or do you want to choose for me?’
‘You choose!’ Taylor says, a look of glee on his face.
‘Damn, this is tough,’ I say, arching my eyebrow. ‘They all look so good.’
As I thumb through the various coloring books, I chance upon a race car coloring book that seems perfect for me.
‘Got it,’ I say, opening the book up and setting to work on coloring in a Ferrari that appears to be being driven by… an elephant? ‘Well, this won’t win any prizes for realism, but what the hell!’
The two of us chuckle and continue to color to our heart’s content.
It’s a great feeling to be so close to Taylor. I know we got very close last night, but there’s something equally as intimate about sharing a fun activity like this with the boy – especially as he’s so new to the whole Little aspect of his life.
In fact, I actually feel proud to be the Daddy who is helping Taylor take his first steps into what should be a lifelong way of life for him. And right now, I certainly hope that I’m set to play a big role in Taylor’s voyage of discovery – and then for a long time after that, too.
* * *
‘Well you certainly enjoyed your coloring,’ I say, walking down the Los Torros boulevard with Taylor after a quick lunch out.
‘It was even better with you there,’ Taylor replies, smiling as I squeeze his hand in mine. ‘I think I want to see you a lot more from now on. If you want that too?’
‘Now what do you think?’ I say. ‘Do you think I want to spend my time with the most handsome, sweetest, and loveable boy in Los Torros? Or do you think I’d rather be home alone, figuring out construction budgets and trying to iron out my business issues?’
‘ Hehe , I think I know the answer,’ Taylor says, a broad smile on his face. ‘But what do you mean when you say business issues? Or is that private?’
‘No, it’s fine for you to ask,’ I reply.
This is a dilemma. Out of respect to Taylor’s boss, Xander, I can’t reveal any specifics relating to the Las Malvinas site. But on the other hand I feel uneasy about directly lying to the boy.
In the end, I go for a compromise answer.
‘Running a business isn’t’ always easy,’ I say. ‘And sometimes you make enemies. It’s not nice, but it’s just the way it is. And these enemies, or rivals, or haters if that’s a word you young boys say, well… they try to do things to make your business harder. But don’t worry about it. I’m good. H.H Properties will always be good.’
‘Okay, Daddy,’ Taylor says, his smile saying one thing but the look of intrigue in his eyes saying something else. ‘Where shall we go now?’
‘Well… I did have one place in mind,’ I reply. ‘You can say no if you like, but how about we head to a stuffie store and see if any fury friends there catch your eye?’
‘Wow! Really?’ Taylor says, a look of pure happiness on his face. ‘I’d love to do that.’
‘Well what are we waiting for, let’s go,’ I chuckle.
Before long, the pair of us are in one of Los Torros’s oldest toy stores and find ourselves surrounded by a huge range of stuffies.
I can see how seriously Taylor is taking things. The way that he’s picking each stuffie up and holding them, bringing them in close for a real snuggle.
Frankly, it’s adorable.
But I can also see that Taylor isn’t going to find his Forever Friend here today.
‘Don’t worry, you don’t have to pick one,’ I say, putting my arm around Taylor’s shoulder. ‘It’s fun to look, but picking a stuffie is a big deal. I get that. Especially when you haven’t got your Number One yet.’
‘You’re not mad?’ Taylor says. ‘I did try to find one.’
‘Of course I’m not mad,’ I say. ‘Sass makes me mad. So does untidiness. But this? No, this is perfectly fine. Come on, let’s go and check out the race cars. I might be a Daddy, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy playing with classic toy cars.’
‘Perfect,’ Taylor says, walking with me to the large display of classic toy cars. ‘We could pick one each?’
‘I like it,’ I reply. ‘I like it a lot .’
With that, the pair of begin to cast our eyes across the vast array of toy cars. But it could be toy spoons for all I care. What I’m truly enjoying is being in such a fine boy’s company.
Taylor’s got so much potential – and I want to be the Daddy who helps to guide him along the way.
* * *
After picking up some toy cars – eight in total! – Taylor and I headed back to his place to set them up in his living area.
But it wasn’t long before talk of toys was replaced by something else altogether…
‘Daddy… you know last night?’ Taylor says, sitting on the floor and looking up to me as I tower over him.
‘Yeah,’ I reply.
‘Why didn’t we go all the way in bed?’
‘Hey, it’s not like I didn’t want to,’ I say, crouching down to Taylor’s level. ‘But there’s no rush, right? I want this to be a long term thing. We’d had such a great experience earlier. I was more than happy to enjoy the afterglow from that.’
‘That’s true,’ Taylor says, a slight note of concern in his voice. ‘I was a little bit worried you thought I might be too big…’
‘No, no, no,’ I growl. ‘You mustn’t think like that. You’re absolutely perfect. I mean, you probably can’t imagine all the thing I’d like to do to you! You’re the hottest boy I’ve ever seen. Seriously .’
Taylor blushes.
‘But don’t worry,’ I add. ‘Before long I’ll be making those cheeks bounce for me!’
The two of us burst into laughter and begin to roll around together on the floor, just fooling around and having the perfect time in one another’s company.
I’ve got no doubts whatsoever that soon enough the pair of us will be getting very intimate indeed. But right now, we’re in a good place. As much as Taylor might want to take things further, I have to feel absolutely certain that he’s ready.
But with my hand suddenly finding itself pressed up against Taylor’s rock-hard dick, and Taylor’s hands reaching down for my crotch too, I think we might just turn up the heat just a little bit…