4. Trent
Chapter 4
Trent
Seeing Mikey at that cute diner really did something to me.
I spent the journey back home with Ranger talking about how sweet Mikey seemed, how adorable his stuffie was, and how God damned hot the boy was too.
We finally decided to make a break for it when the storm eased, and just about managed to avoid the worst of the weather. It wasn’t exactly plain sailing though, and I was definitely glad to be in the relative security of my SUV rather than my Porsche 911.
Either way, after dropping Ranger off at his place, I felt pretty lucky to return home to a warm and comfortable house in the hills.
And now here I am.
My house has all the modern comforts you’d expect from an architect designed home. It’s sleek, well-crafted, and has just about the best energy saving and environmentally conscious design you could imagine.
But no amount of elegant styling and top of the range gadgets can make up for the fact that it’s just me, myself, and I that lives here.
Sure, I’ve got a good group of friends and during the day and evening I’m never short of company. But when it comes to nighttime, there’s simply no escaping the fact that I’ve only got myself for company.
Maybe this explains why in the past I’ve found myself partying and hooking up with a series of boys. I’m someone who needs human contact, and if that contact happens to be a spanking or a sixty-nine, then I’ve never been one to complain!
As I spoke to Mikey in the diner, a part of me was tempted to flirt harder and see whether I could make a quick connection with the boy. After all, there’s no denying the fact that the baby boy is one hot piece of big, strong, muscly ass.
But then something stopped me.
I’d been thinking about how tired I was of quick hookups a lot, so why was I about to go down that road again?
So I backed off, gathered my thoughts, and then gave Mikey my number along with an explanation of how I was feeling in that moment.
The way I see it, if the boy wants something a little more serious from me, then he’ll get in touch. If all he’s after is fun and frolics, then he can get that in the club and I’ll feel happy for him.
Anyway…
It’s late, I’ve just washed down a cold beer to take the edge off the day, and I think I might just get into bed and put a movie on to fall asleep to.
One of my true guilty pleasures in life is the ridiculously expensive curved TV screen in my bedroom, and most nights I find myself searching for a movie to put on there as I gradually let my body and mind shut down before a good night’s sleep.
I know that people say you shouldn’t look at a screen for at least an hour before bed, but there’s no way I’m giving up my nightly movie.
‘Okay, let’s see what we’ve got,’ I say, jumping up into my king sized bed and picking up the TV remote. ‘I’m thinking… hot guys… fast plot… a healthy dose of action too…’
As I scan over the seemingly endless array of movies on offer, my mind keeps shooting back to Mikey.
‘Fuck, the boy was hot ,’ I say, my spare hand wandering down the front of my jet-black trunks. ‘Those arms… those shoulders… those thick, strong legs…’
Before I know it, I’m putting the TV remote to one side and pulling my trunks down toward me knees.
With one hand gripping my cock and the other reaching for the lube in my bedside cabinet, I’m thinking that my movie night must just be delayed by a few hot minutes this evening.
I know that I’ve got a big cock. I’m not ashamed to say that it’s pretty much always the biggest dick whenever I’m getting changed before or after surfing.
And as I lube my manhood up, I can’t help but imagine how that sweet and sexy boy Mikey would react to seeing it. Maybe he’s got a big dick too. Perhaps we should get together and find out…
‘ Mmmph ,’ I grunt as I imagine standing toe to toe with Mikey, the pair of us naked and with the hardest, strongest erections a man could wish for.
Mikey’s a big boy, but as my brain conjures up all the fun I could have with him, I know for sure that he would submit to me. The boy wants a Daddy, it’s written all over his face.
As I begin to pump my hand quicker, I decide that I need to make this even better. After all, this is my first bout of self-pleasure over Mikey and I want to make it count.
‘Here it is…’ I smile, my eyes now wild with lust as I reach into the nearby drawer and pull out a vibrating butt plug.
It’s thick.
It buzzes.
And it’s going inside my ass just as soon as I get it all wet and sticky.
I raise my hips enough so that I can easily push the plug inside my tight hole. Typically, I’m always on top. But when it comes to the plug, I love nothing better than having it inside me while I either fuck myself or take my manhood to a boy’s juicy ass.
With the butt plug’s low hum working overtime inside my booty, I know that I’m good to go and I can allow myself permission to lose myself in thoughts of the boy and his delicious body and handsome face…
‘Shake those cheeks for me,’ I demand, my eyes shut and an image of Mikey in nothing but a white jockstrap, on his hands and knees and offering himself to me. ‘Do it, boy. That’s Daddy’s Orders…’
I’m breathing heavily now.
I know I’m not far away from climax.
‘Clap those cheeks,’ I growl. ‘Or let Daddy do it for youuuuu …’
With that, the combination of the vibration in my ass, my hand on my cock, and the thought of taking Mikey and making him mine is enough to send me well and truly beyond the point of no return.
And as I shoot what feels like an endless supply of seed all over my thighs and lower abs, I can’t help but wonder what the boy is doing right now - and how he would react if he could see me this very second…
‘Yo, guys! Good morning,’ I say, a smile on my face as I walk into Dark Beans , my new favorite coffee spot in town. ‘I see that for once, you’re both actually on time.’
‘You mean you’re late ,’ Reece says, his sandy blonde hair looking fresh after a recent cut.
‘Always making excuses,’ Ranger laughs, sipping on his espresso. ‘Here, it’s still hot.’
Ranger passes me a double espresso and I know he’s telling the truth the second that the strong roast hits my tongue.
‘Damn, that’s good,’ I say, taking my seat at the table with two of my closest Daddy friends. ‘I might have been late, but without me you guys would never have discovered this place.’
‘Whatever,’ Reece laughs, shaking his head in mock-disgust. ‘But now that you’re finally here, I think it’s time you filled me in on Diner Boy…’
‘Diner Boy?’ I snort. ‘You’ve given him a nickname already?’
Reece loves coming up with nicknames for people, especially boys. Being a former professional soccer player, locker room culture has always played a big part in Reece’s life – and there’s nothing that screams locker room more than nicknames!
‘I think it suits him,’ Ranger adds, a hint of mischief in his voice. ‘As I was saying to Reece before you arrived, you definitely wanted to take a big bit out of the boy’s cake…’
Ranger and Reece laugh together, and it’s not long before I cave and break out into a big smile too.
Ranger is right, Mikey is all kinds of hot – and I definitely want a taste of his strong, round booty.
But I think I need to explain to my Daddy bros where I’m coming from right now…
‘It’s not about the quick hookup for me now,’ I say, motioning to the barista for another round of coffees. ‘I’ve got that feeling like I want to settle down. Reece, you must know what I mean right?’
Reece nods.
It wasn’t too long ago that Reece himself was the playboy retired sports star who would make his way through boy after boy.
But ever since he met Xander, Reece has only had eyes for one boy and one boy only.
‘I know what you mean,’ Reece says. ‘Since me and Xander got together, I’ve not looked back. All jokes aside, if you think that Diner Boy is the one for you, then I think you should go for it.’
‘Reece, you haven’t heard the best part yet,’ Ranger laughs. ‘Go on, tell him.’
I grimace.
Reece’s advice for me to go for it with Mikey sounds great. Except for the fact that I’ve got no way to contact him – I gave Mikey my number, but I didn’t ask for his. This seemed like a good idea at the time but all of a sudden I’m beginning to regret it in a big way.
I explain what happened to Reece.
And if I was expecting any sympathy, then I really shouldn’t have been…
‘Talk about dropping the ball!’ Reece laughs. ‘Boy oh boy, I would never have put the great Trent Thomas down as making the wrong play when it came to a sexy baby boy.’
‘First time for everything,’ I say, wistfully. ‘I guess this is one situation I might just have to put down to experience. Hey, it’s not like the boy was that cute.’
I see Ranger and Reece exchanging a quick glance.
They don’t believe me for a second – and I don’t blame them either.
‘Okay, okay, the boy was gorgeous,’ I say. ‘Big, strong, but with the sweetest smile. Fuck. I screwed this one up.’
My two buddies can see that I’m not fooling around, and Ranger swiftly changes the subject so that I don’t feel too down.
That what I love about my relationship with Ranger and Reece. We’ve got a shared respect for one another that allows us to rip into each other one moment, and then be there emotionally the next.
I value my brothers so much.
I guess I just wish that I had a boy to bring into my life too…
Still, even if I don’t have a boy, I know that I’ve got some of the finest coffee I’ve ever had – and speaking of which, it seems like Ranger has taken a shine to the new barista.
‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,’ I laugh as I watch Ranger get up from his seat and make a beeline for the boy.
‘He’s cute,’ Reece says. ‘As you know, I’m all about the macho boys, but Ranger knows how to pick the sexiest petite boys, I’ll give him that.’
The pair of us laugh and our conversation soon turns to some TV work that Reece is doing to promote the local soccer franchise that has recently been launched.
I love seeing Reece so inspired, and it reminds me that even though I’m a free spirit, I do sometimes have a desire to do something more substantial with my days.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s no way I’m ever going to stop chasing waves across the world, but if there was a way of combing my love of surfing with contributing something to society then I’d certainly be interested in seeing how I could work it into my life.
But this isn’t about me right now, this is about Reece.
After retiring, he found himself lost and lacking direction. But since him and Xander moved in together, I’ve seen Reece go from strength to strength.
I’d love to be able to go on a similar kind of journey, but that of course would mean finding a boy first.
‘Hey, are you listening?’ Reece says, rolling his eyes.
‘Yeah, of course,’ I reply, smiling. ‘I was just… thinking.’
‘Sure,’ Reece says, rolling his eyes. ‘Anyway, just in case you missed it… I was saying that you should come down to the new soccer training facility that my boy is building. It’s linked to the Torros Tornados franchise. It’s a big job for Xander’s crew, but they’re doing some fucking incredible work.’
‘Yeah, that sounds awesome,’ I reply. ‘I mean, I’m free this morning if that works for you?’
‘Hell yeah,’ Reece replies, smiling and looking over toward Ranger. ‘But something tells me that our friend might be a little busy to come with us.’
The pair of us laugh and finish off our new drinks.
With Ranger deep in conversation with a cute barista, I’m happy to be going down to the training ground to see exactly what kind of work Xander and his crew have been getting up to.
I can tell from the pride in Reece’s voice that it’s going to be something good, and even more than that I’m actually relishing the prospect of being on grass rather than water for once!
‘Hey, you actually kept up with me for once,’ Reece says as he steps out of his Ferrari.
‘Right, it’s not like I didn’t smoke you on that track day a few months ago?’ I reply, turning the engine of my 911 off and stepping out into the parking lot. ‘Wow. This place looks great.’
I take a moment and take in the sights and sounds.
The new training complex hasn’t been finished yet, but I can tell that it’s going to be a top class facility for the Tornados to train in every day.
Along with the immaculate training pitches and sleek, glass-faced buildings, I listen to the thunderous diggers and general hubbub of the construction workers getting on with the central training hub.
‘Lockers room, analysis centers, physiotherapy,’ Reece says, a proud smile on his face. ‘Whatever the players need, they’ll find it in here.’
‘But only if we finish on time,’ Xander says, walking over toward us with a big smile on his face. ‘Hey, Daddy. Hey, Trent.’
I watch as the hulking Xander wraps his arms around Reece for a snuggle. There is a tenderness to them that makes my heart ache a little – but my overriding feeling is one of happiness.
Reece and Xander are perfect for one another and I’m glad to have played a small part in them finding their true love together.
‘Come on, I’ll give you a tour,’ Xander says, his triceps flexing and his tan looking immaculate under the morning sun.
As Xander shows me the fruits of his labors, I can see how proud Reece is of his boy. It’s truly wholesome to witness and I’m just about to comment when out of the corner of my eye I spot someone…
‘Wait… is that… Mikey?’ I say, focusing my eyes on a group of three guys. ‘I’ll be…’
I walk up toward Mikey and decide not to announce myself until I’m right there with him. But as I approach, and with Mikey’s back to me, I find that I’m stumbling into a rather interesting sounding conversation…
‘So the guy gives me his number like he’s some big shot,’ Mickey says, full of sass and sounding cocky as hell. ‘Like, you expect me to call you ? Pffft . Whatever. A Daddy does the calling. Just because I’m macho it doesn’t mean I want to be the Daddy. I mean, come on…’
The other construction guys laugh along with Mickey until they see me standing behind him with a distinctively less than impressed look on my face.
The truth is that I’m furious.
If this boy thinks he can cockily smack-talk me in front of his workmates, then he’s got another thing coming.
‘Turn around boy,’ I growl. ‘Let me see the face of the boy who dares to talk shit about Trent Thomas.’
Mickey might be bigger than me, and he might have an attitude to match – but that won’t count for anything by the time he’s over my lap and having his naked bottom tanned by my stern hand.
And as a horrified Mickey duly turns around to face me, I can see that he knows full-well what’s headed his way!