3. Mikey
Chapter 3
Mikey
‘Wow, that cookie was too good,’ I say, pushing my finger down on the plate to try and pick up each and every last cookie crumb. ‘Sorry Atty, it was just too good to share!’
I giggle quietly to myself and look out at the terrible weather outside.
It doesn’t look too hopeful that I’ll be heading home any time soon to be honest. This is far from ideal. Even though I know that Xander and the rest of the crew have totally got my back, I don’t want to feel like I’m letting any of them down by being late with my delivery.
With a rumble of thunder in the air and a flash of lightning in the distance, I sip on my hot chocolate and think back to my early says of working for the Construction Boys.
Even though I was shy and not entirely sure of exactly what the Little scene entailed, I was made to feel super-welcome and included in all of the banter and out of work activities too.
Ever since I was a kid, I always knew that I was a little bit different – excuse the pun.
While my friends grew out of their stuffies and playing with toy cars and trains, I insisted that my mom let me keep my bedroom just how it had always been.
There was something so reassuring about my Disney themed bed sheets and my carefully arranged selection of toy cars, stuffies, and coloring books.
Every day after school my mom would make me a hot milk and cookie and I would take them up to my room and just lose myself in play and fun.
My bedroom was the one place where I felt I could truly be myself, and I was so grateful to my mom for allowing me to be myself.
Even as I began high school, I kept the same routine.
Even as I grew, both in height and in body composition, I still wanted to play with my toys and have snuggles and nap times.
But I knew I was different to my school friends.
Instinctively, I knew that I had to keep my other self a secret. High school could be a pretty brutal place, where any kind of point of difference could be seized upon by bullies or kids looking to make a name for themselves by putting someone else down.
I think what saved me from any unwanted attention was the fact that I was simply so much bigger than everyone else. I had a strong body too, and I know that even if I didn’t feel intimidating personally, I was definitely seen that way by most of the kids in my class.
I had my first growth spurt young, and just kept on growing.
I barely had to work out and yet found myself in possession of big arms, strong shoulders, and the kind of thighs that a professional football player would gladly take.
But over time, I grew tired of hiding who I was.
It didn’t feel good to have to keep part of my identity a secret.
Yeah, I was playing an important role on the school football team, and I was an important part of the wrestling squad too. But the fact that I had to conceal a huge part of my identity slowly began to gnaw away at me.
By the time it came to graduate high school, I was ready to leave any thoughts of being a Little behind me. The strain of living two lives had gotten so bad that I was willing to bury my Little-self so deep that he’d never come out again.
Then I met the Construction Boys… and the rest is history.
I realize that I’ve been staring out onto the parking lot for a long time and give myself a shake to bring myself back into the real world.
With the rain showing no signs of stopping, I decide that it’s only right that I treat myself to another cookie.
Oh, and if Cheryl-Anne happens to have any tasty savory snacks on special order today, then I guess I’ll probably allow myself some of those too.
‘You keep our seats nice and safe, Atty,’ I say, standing up from the booth and walking over toward the service counter.
‘What can I get you, Mikey?’ Cheryl-Anne says, her smile looking as warm and radiant as ever. ‘I’m guessing… another cookie. And… how about… a fully loaded hoagie?’
‘Wow, yeah, that sounds too good ,’ I laugh. ‘I think I might be here for a while, so if I can get my daily calories topped up to the max then that’s something at least.’
‘Don’t forget the awesome taste,’ Cheryl-Anne replies. ‘You big boys always want to know about your protein, calories, and what is it… macros?’
‘Ha, yeah, that’s it,’ I say. ‘Sometimes though it’s just about eating a big old hoagie too.’
Cheryl-Anne smiles and makes a note of my order.
Just as I’m about to head back to the comfort of my booth, my eyes flash over toward a man walking across the diner in my direction.
‘Holy hot sauce,’ I mutter, my jaw practically on the floor at the sight of the man as he strides toward me, full of laid back confidence and a hint of swagger too.
With dark hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, this man is the very definition of hot . He’s older than me, probably in his forties by the looks of things – but I can see from the way his surfer dude t-shirt fits him that there’s one tasty body underneath.
I’m taller than him, and bigger physically overall, but this is a true athlete and I’ve got no doubt that he’d be more than a match for me…
‘Hey,’ the man says as he stands next to me at the service counter. ‘I wouldn’t normally open with a comment about the weather, but… this weather, right? Looks like we might all be here for a hot minute.’
‘Right, yeah,’ I reply, desperately trying to figure out a million things at once.
Does he know I’m a Little?
Is he a Daddy?
What’s inside those sexy-as-all-hell faded blue denim jeans?
And did he really just open with a line about the weather?
‘The name’s Trent,’ he says. ‘Trent Thomas. I’m not from around here, and I’m guessing you’re not either?’
‘What gave it away?’ I reply. ‘Oh, and I’m Mikey.’
‘Well, Mikey,’ Trent replies, flashing me just about the hottest smile I’ve seen. ‘I’m guessing that big truck outside is yours. You’re travelling with a big backpack too. And if you lived close, you’d probably just brave the weather and get your big butt home instead of waiting here.’
‘ Hmmmm , not bad,’ I reply, my heart thumping in my chest at a million miles an hour. ‘And I guess you’re not from here either?’
‘That’s correct,’ Trent says, a warm look in his dazzling green eyes. ‘So…’
‘So.’
‘Well you just enjoy your food and maybe we’ll talk later,’ Trent says, my heart sinking as he smiles and walks back to his booth with the fresh cups of coffee that Cheryl-Anne hands him. ‘Bye-bye, Mikey.’
I watch Trent sit down at the booth with another man – a total hottie too – and wonder what the hell just happened.
Trent was flirting with me.
He absolutely, definitely was flirting with me.
There was no way that I could misread the signals he was sending squarely in my direction… is there?
But the way that Trent cut short our conversation as soon as he got his coffee was just plain weird.
I look at Cheryl-Anne and she seems just as confused as me.
‘Hey, I’ll throw in another cookie while you wait for your hoagie,’ Cheryl-Anne says, her auburn hair and perfectly applied lipstick looking immaculate.
‘You’re too kind,’ I reply. ‘But thank you Cheryl-Anne… I’d love that.’
With that, I walk back to my booth and sit down with nothing but Atty, my Kindle, and a whole ton of rain to keep me company.
The weather wasn’t looking any better, so all thoughts of jumping back in the truck and heading back to my home comforts were still very much on ice.
After devouring Cheryl-Anne’s perfectly presented hoagie, I tried to do some more reading – but I just couldn’t concentrate.
As hard as I tried to battle it, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about what happened between Trent and me.
‘Get a grip, it was nothing,’ I grumble, shaking my head.
The reality of the situation was that I’d had a brief conversation with a handsome man who briefly seemed like he was into me.
Nothing more, nothing less.
And if this had happened in a bar or at a specialist Little club, I wouldn’t have given it much more than a second thought.
But somehow, this felt different.
I can’t put my finger on it, but there was a connection between me and Trent that felt totally real. There was no way I was making this up, unless of course the stormy weather and being stuck in the diner was already giving me cabin fever - LOL!
Everything from the look in Trent’s eyes down to the way he was standing so proudly in front of me with his shoulders pushed back was giving me the signal that he was into me.
I’ve flirted with enough men to know when the feeling is mutual.
But now I think about it, I did notice Trent cast an eye toward my booth. Maybe he noticed Atty’s head poking out from the backpack and got freaked out?
After all, some guys just can’t wrap their head around the whole concept of Littles, stuffies, and everything else that comes with the DDlb lifestyle.
Well, I’m not going to lose too much sleep over it.
If Trent thinks I’m hot but doesn’t like the fact that I’m a card-carrying Little, then he can simply go about his day and not bother me for a single second longer.
‘Hey, Atty, we don’t need that surf doofus, right?’ I say, giggling as I stroke Atty’s colorful fur.
‘Surf doofus?’ the voice behind me asks.
Oh shit. Oh hell no. Please tell me that’s not who I think it is…
‘Trent,’ I say, blushing furiously and trying my best not to look as guilty as sin. ‘I didn’t see you walk up behind me. I, um , did you enjoy your coffee?’
I’m totally blowing this.
With my cheeks on fire and my brain refusing to come up with anything that makes any kind of sense, I feel like I want the world to swallow me up whole.
‘Relax, boy,’ Trent says. ‘The coffee was good. But, listen, I’ve got a question for you.’
‘ Okaaay ,’ I say, totally not knowing what direction Trent is about to take things in.
‘I live near Los Torros Canyon. You know it?’ Trent asks.
‘Wow. Yeah. I actually live and work there,’ I reply, my heart racing even harder and my eyes scanning Trent up and down his rock-hard surfer’s body.
‘Well, that makes this a whole lot easier,’ Trent says, a knowing smile on his face. ‘Here, take my number. Send me a message when you get back and maybe we could hang out some time?’
‘I…’
‘No pressure,’ Trent replies. ‘I’ve been around the block enough to not worry about rejection. If you don’t want to message, don’t. But… I sure would like it if you did.’
‘No, I definitely will,’ I say, any attempt to act all cool being immediately blown out of the water. ‘I’d like that.’
‘Well, that’s good,’ Trent replies. ‘And by the way, sorry if I seemed a bit abrupt earlier. It’s…’
‘Yeah?’
‘Well, I’m not looking for quick hookups,’ Trent says. ‘I’ve been there, done that. I’m thinking it might be time for a change.’
‘No, no, I get it,’ I reply, the pair of us sharing a warm smile. ‘I’m the same.’
With that, Trent smiles and walks back to his booth.
I don’t know what just happened – or how – but as I look at Trent’s phone number in my hand, I know that this is one late delivery that might just work out for the best.
And speaking of deliveries, the package at the front of Trent’s jeans looked very special indeed… and I might just spend some time thinking about unwrapping it as I make the drive home tonight.
‘ Mmmm , that’s good,’ I say, my mind running wild as I drop the truck down into second gear, then first, and pull into a lay-by.
But it’s not my truck’s surprisingly smooth ride that I’m approving, it’s the feeling of my rock hard cock slapping up against the inside of my thick, pure-white briefs that’s making me purr with delight.
Try as I might, I simply haven’t been able to keep Trent off my mind for the whole journey. In fact, it’s taken pretty much everything I’ve got to not unzip and whip my big, hard cock out while I’m powering along the road.
The truth is, I probably could have done it too. After all, the truck more or less drives itself when it comes to the kind of long, seemingly never-ending freeway that I’ve been on.
But… I guess I’m two much of a Sensible Sally for that. And to be honest, it’s simply not worth the risk. I would never forgive myself if I was indulging in some fun and ended up causing an accident.
Anyway, as I was saying…
With thoughts of Trent’s naked body on my mind for the entirety of the journey, and the fact that my truck has the classic low-hum vibration thing going on underneath my seat, it was more or less assured that my dick was going to be as hard as steel. And so it was.
‘Okay, just about there should do it,’ I say as I park the truck at the furthest end of the lay-by, with not another truck or car in sight. ‘Better to just get it out of my system right here and now…’
I close the blinds on my side windows and then move from my driver’s seat into the bed of seats just behind and quickly unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and pull them down to my knees.
‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I’m hard,’ I say, almost laughing as I pull my briefs down and watch my thick, long dick slap up against my stomach. ‘This isn’t going to take very long…’
As hard as I am, I’m also so horny that I think a single touch from Trent would send me over the edge right now. But because it’s me, I figure I can at least extend the pleasure just a little bit longer.
I reach over to the small storage unit at the side of the cabin and quickly pump so lubricant into my palm.
I gasp in delight as I clamp my wet, sticky palm over the base of my cock and work it up and down. I keep it slow, tight, and in control. The temptation might be there to go all out and get my rocks off in double quick time, but I want to make sure that this is the only time I do this on the journey.
‘Make me yours, Daddy,’ I say as I imagine Trent holding me down, working his cock into my mouth, my ass, and anywhere else he wants to put it. ‘Make me your biggest Little cock hungry boy…’
Speaking such horny words out loud is definitely not going to help me make this last. And with my wet hand squeezing, pulsing, and pumping on my cock I quickly realise that I’m fighting a losing battle…
‘Oh shit!’ I groan, my strong ass clenching and my quads flexing and stiffening as my dick erupts like a volcano and shoots four thick, hot ropes of cum up into the air and onto my stomach. ‘Jeez. Wow. What the hell.’
I can feel my heart thudding and my mind running wild with all the things that a Daddy like Trent could do to me. For a brief second, I think I might even need to keep on wanking my cock and go straight into a second orgasm.
‘ Urgh . No more,’ I say, giggling to myself as I drain the last drops of cum from my love stick. ‘OMG.’
I’m not sure if I’ll ever see Trent again, but if I can keep him in my memory bank I certainly will. I haven’t had a release like that in as long as I can remember.
And as my heart rate begins to settle I’m satisfied in the knowledge that at least I’ll be able to get through the remainder of the journey in a less horny state.
‘Daddy Trent…’ I say, a wry smile on my face. ‘If only…’