2. Trent
Chapter 2
Trent
So far, I’ve ridden some tasty waves today.
For someone who’s surfed across each and every continent and seen some of the wildest waves you could ever dream of, I’m not easily impressed.
But always knowing that the rain and wind was on its way, I knew that today would bring some wicked tubes to ride – and I wasn’t wrong either.
Sadly though, it’s looking more and more like the weather is going to end up bringing a premature end to my fun – and I’m not impressed.
‘You have to be God damned kidding me,’ I say, slapping my hand down on my trusty surfboard as me and my surfy-buddy Ranger paddle in the water. ‘A little rain I can handle, but this is ridiculous .’
‘Bro, I don’t even think this is the worst of it,’ Ranger says, casting a wary look over toward the deep, dark clouds that appear to be heading over from the East. ‘Rain is one thing, but those look like storm clouds to me.’
As much as I hate to admit it, I think Ranger’s right.
I’ve surfed in some crazy conditions all over the globe, but I don’t mess with thunder and lightning. Well, I may have done once or twice in my twenties… but I’m forty-six now and a whole ton wiser.
The days of me risking everything to chase a wave are over, and I know that me and Ranger have little option but to swim back in to shore and get ourselves packed up as quickly as we can.
‘ Urgh . We’re calling it, aren’t we?’ Ranger says, a resigned and frustrated tone in his voice.
‘Yup,’ I reply, equally unimpressed. ‘But fuck it, we got some killer waves under our belts today. It’s not like it was a total wash-out.’
‘True, true,’ Ranger replies, flashing his wicked smile and blue eyes in my direction before he begins to paddle back to the wet sand and not so dry land.
As I’m paddling back alongside Ranger, I feel grateful to have surfed at all. After all, not many people are able to live their lives so freely and go on road trips to chase a wave.
I know I’m one of the lucky ones.
But that said, sometimes you make your own luck – and a big part of that for me was making some very solid investments when I was working in the city and bringing home a big salary.
While my office colleagues were out spending their sales bonuses, I was investing my money in property and quietly building up a portfolio that lets me live me life how I do now.
Every day is an adventure for me.
I wake up in the morning and I don’t know which state I’ll be in by midday. Sometimes I surf local, but sometimes I’ll find myself travelling for eight hours just to find the most radical wave.
Most of my colleagues from my old city days are probably a lot richer than me now. Had I stayed on the corporate ladder I might have had a lot more money and lived in some fancy penthouse.
But that’s just not what I wanted. And that’s cool.
My old colleagues can do them, and I’ll keep on doing me .
Anyway, with this rain coming down harder by the second I know that the last thing I should be doing is reminiscing on my old life. I need to live in the moment and haul my ass off this beach and into the safety of my SUV.
‘Yo, Ranger, let’s sprint,’ I say, whipping my surfboard up and carrying it underneath my arm. ‘We’ll dry off in the car and try and find a spot to get some coffee and maybe a slice of pizza.’
‘Hell yeah,’ Ranger replies, duly grabbing his board and powering on ahead of me. ‘Last one to the SUV buys the pizza!’
‘Asshole!’ I laugh, noting how Ranger is streaking ahead of me. ‘It’s almost like you planned this whole thing!’
As expected, Ranger does arrive at the SUV before me, but to be honest all I care about is getting the heating turned up to max so that both of us can dry off.
With our boards secured on the roof rack and the heating system pumping out enough hot air to power a hot air balloon, I strip down to my pants and allow myself a moment of relaxation.
‘Damn, you’re looking good,’ Ranger says, his eyes all over my body. ‘Too bad you’re a Daddy…’
‘Ha!’ I retort. ‘We’ve been over this. I’m strictly a Daddy only. Unless you’re a boy, I ain’t interested.’
‘ Pffft , whatever,’ Ranger replies, grabbing a towel and roughly drying his bleached blond hair. ‘I’m the same bro. Unless he’s a baby boy, I’m not going there.’
The two of us laugh together.
It’s undeniable that there’s a little bit of attraction between us, but it’s more like two bros mutually admiring one another than anything real.
Ranger and I are the same age and have the same outlook on life.
In many ways, it would make sense for us to get together as a couple – and I certainly don’t mind admitting that he’s got one hell of a body on him to go with a face that wouldn’t look out of place on the red carpet.
But …
Ranger’s as pure a Daddy as I am.
So that’s a big no-go as far as both of us are concerned.
Anyway, mine and Ranger’s friendship goes back over fifteen years at this point and if something was going to happen it would have done many, many years ago before we both got to fully understand the whole Daddy thing.
‘Come on, let’s let Google do its magic and point us in the direction of the nearest café or diner,’ I say, taking my phone from underneath the driver’s seat. ‘I’ve worked up an appetite. I’m hungry. And thirsty too.’
‘What’s new?’ Ranger laughs. ‘But, yeah, same .’
With that, the pair of us finish off drying our bodies and get into our dry clothes.
It’s time to hit the road and get something big and hot in our mouths.
And if we’re extra lucky, there might even be a cute boy or two serving up some thick, juicy pancakes for us to devour…
‘This is some crazy ass weather,’ Ranger says, gripping the sides of the passenger seat as I take a corner a little too quickly. ‘I’m happy to wait an extra few minutes for my pancakes if it means we get their alive too…’
‘I hear you,’ I reply, slowing the SUV down a touch as the sound of thunder draws closer. ‘But what we don’t want is to get stuck out on the road when the lightning comes. Trust me. I’ve been exactly there in Costa Rica. It ain’t good.’
Ranger nods.
We don’t need to say another word and I pump the accelerator again, the SUV’s handling being pushed to the limits as I navigate a steep downhill bend that winds itself from left to right and back again.
‘How about we set up a cross-country rally car team?’ I laugh, relieved but full of adrenalin. ‘You on navigation, me behind the wheel.’
‘I’ll pass,’ Ranger replies. ‘I’ll be sticking to the water. No offence.’
‘None taken,’ I reply, the road straightening up ahead of me and a slight respite coming as the thunder eases off. ‘So… any new boys on the scene?’
I glance at Ranger and see a big smile breaking.
That means one thing, and one thing only…
‘Right, so I’m guessing three weeks into the month and there’s already been at least three hook-ups?’ I say, rolling my eyes.
‘Hey, you’re not in a position to judge,’ Ranger bellows. ‘Last time I saw you on Saturday night you were carrying a boy on your shoulder into the spanking room at Tool Box .’
I feel myself blushing.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ I say, trying to brush it off. ‘That was… cool.’
‘Cool but…’
‘Doesn’t it get to a point where spanking a cute new boy every week just gets a bit… repetitive ?’ I say, the sound of the words out loud making me realize just how much this has been bothering me in recent months. ‘I mean don’t get me wrong… a perfect peach is something I’ll put my hand to any time, but…’
I look at Ranger to see what side of the coin he’s coming down on.
For a moment, I can see that Ranger is giving this some real consideration. But then, just as I’m about to start thinking that Ranger is in the same place as me…
‘ Ummmm … nope,’ Ranger roars. ‘I know what you’re saying, but I just ain’t in that headspace my brother. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll spank a fresh booty every night of the week and twice on Sunday!’
‘I respect the honesty,’ I laugh, shaking my head. ‘And part of me wishes I was still there too. But something’s been going on with me. I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting old or some other stereotypical shit. I guess I’ve started looking at the world differently recently.’
Ranger nods and we quickly fist-bump.
My oldest friend might not be ready to join me in the hunt for a Forever boy just yet, but I know that he’s got my back all the same.
Now all I need to do is navigate the final stretch of road and get us to the diner that Google tells me is the best in the business…
‘All I’m saying is that the 911 would have gotten us hear quicker,’ Ranger says, holding the diner door open for me as we enter.
‘Right… but if you think I’m putting both of our boards on the 911’s roof then you must be out of your mind,’ I reply, shaking my head and laughing. ‘But, forget that, how about this place?’
I look around and take in the sight of a classically All-American diner.
With a strong brushed metal look around the service counter and around the booths, I’m already thinking that this place will live up to its online reputation.
But all the interior décor flourishes in the world won’t count for shit unless the coffee is up to standard – and it’s time to put that to the test.
‘Two coffees, please,’ I say, making eye contact with the lady behind the service counter. ‘And a large stack of maple pancakes each too, if you would be so kind.’
The sweet lady smiles and tells me and Ranger to find a booth.
I’m liking this place… a lot .
There’s something about the classic look and friendly service that is ticking my boxes right now.
Sure, it’s always nice to eat out at whatever fancy new restaurant just opened, but sometimes you simply can’t beat the down to earth, family run joints that have been going for generations.
Family is a big deal for me – but not how you might think.
Growing up, my family life was nothing less than chaotic. My Dad ran out on me and my mom when I was five, and sadly my mom passed away when I was ten.
After that, I was sent to live with a series of well-meaning but totally uptight aunts and uncles. All I wanted to do was live my life, but none of them seemed to get that I was a free spirit, and it took me every last drop of effort to stick to their rules.
So when I left college and got a job in the city, I felt like it was time to break free and start to build my own family. That’s where Ranger comes in. And my other Daddy friend, Reece.
Together, the three of us have been through a lot together – and even though we’re not biologically related, I would argue all day and night that we’re just as close as any other brothers in the whole world.
Even so, I still look on with longing when I see family businesses thriving and being passed from generation to generation. It makes me feel warm and at the same time a little sad too.
I know that I’ll never have a business to inherit and take over.
In much the same way, I know that I’ll never be able to turn to an older parent for advice or to reminisce about the old days.
Still, I’m not about to let that get me down – hell no I’m not.
I take my seat in the booth and wait for the server to bring the coffee over. I know it’s going to be a good brew just by looking at the faces of the other patrons in here…
‘If you ever want to know if the coffee is good, just look at everyone else’s faces,’ I say, directing Ranger to the sight of two older gentlemen glugging their coffee down with gusto.
‘Damn, I’m getting hyped for this,’ Ranger laughs. ‘And…’
‘What?’ I say, noting Ranger’s eyes being drawn to something behind me. ‘What’s up?’
‘Holy shit…’ Ranger says, his eyes widening. ‘There’s a boy over in the corner.’
‘Hot?’
‘Hotter than the damn sun,’ Ranger says. ‘But… not for me. For you .’
I do my best to turn around as subtly as I can.
I can’t quite get my head at what I’m looking at. The boy must be at least six feet three inches and have enough muscle on him to put a Hemsworth brother to shame.
With a dense, trimmed beard and an all-weather tan, this boy is doing things to me – and that’s even before I notice the sight of a stuffie just about poking its head out of his backpack.
‘Fuck… me…’ I say, turning back to Ranger, the words barely able to escape my mouth. ‘That is one big slab of beautiful baby boy.’
‘Told you,’ Ranger says, a knowing look on his face. ‘So… what are you waiting for, Daddy?’
Ranger laughs and leans back in his seat.
I cast another quick look back toward the boy.
Yup, he actually is real.
With my heart pounding in my chest and my cock suddenly straining inside my jockstrap, I know that I need to get this introduction right.
But before any of that, I need an injection of caffeine.
If I’m going to be approaching just about the sexiest boy I’ve seen in forever , then I need to bring my A-game.
I’ve shown all kinds of boys exactly how much of a Daddy Dom I can be, but something tells me that this particular boy will prove to be a much bigger challenge – and it’s a challenge that I’m all here for.