8. Trent
Chapter 8
Trent
That might just have been the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.
After a wonderful bath with my boy, the pair of us got ourselves wrapped up in some thick, fluffy robes and went straight to bed.
The temptation to take things further was there on both of our parts, but after already moving things along in the bath with Mikey, I felt like it was time to slow things down again – after all, sometimes part of the fun is in the waiting!
We ended up snuggling and talking together for what felt like hours.
In reality though, I think we were both asleep by ten thirty. I needed my sleep after my day of surfing, and I know that Mikey needed to rest up after a hard day.
But now I’m lying here at six in the morning and all I can hear is the light snores of the biggest, cutest boy in town.
I’m one of these guys who just cant lie in bed and do nothing though. So as adorable as Mikey’s snores are, I’m going to have to get my ass out of bed and do something.
‘ Mmmmm , Daddy?’ Mikey says, rolling over and opening his sleepy eyes. ‘What time is it?’
‘Six,’ I reply, leaning over and kissing Mikey on his forehead.
‘I need to get up,’ Mikey replies. ‘I’ve got a long haul drive today. We made some specialist framing for a client and it’s going to take me all day to get there.’
‘At least it shows how in demand the Construction Boys are, right?’ I reply, offering my hand and gently helping my boy out of bed.
‘Yeah, but I want to spend the day with you!’ Mikey protests, stomping his foot.
I love the fact that Mikey wants to spend more time with me – and I certainly would love nothing more than spending the day with him, especially after we had such a good time yesterday evening.
But what I do not love is this foot stomping.
This isn’t the first time I’ve witnessed it, and I’m not about to let it become a habit.
‘Six spanks, right this second,’ I say, taking Mikey by his hand again, but this time spinning him around and bending him over the edge of the bed. ‘I will not have a foot stomping boy who thinks he can act out.’
‘Poop!’ Mikey says, stomping his feet again, but this time harder. ‘I don’t want to work today!’
‘Make that eight spanks, four on each of your big, round cheeks,’ I growl, whipping Mikey’s snug sleep-shorts down to his ankles.
I can see that despite his pouts, Mikey knows that this is the right thing.
It might be early in the morning, but as a Daddy I’m still ready to put my foot down over bratty behavior.
‘One! Two!’ I growl, bringing down my hand in quick succession, one spank on each cheek.
‘Thank you, Daddy,’ Mikey replies, still a hint of sass in his voice.
‘We’ll start again,’ I say, unimpressed. ‘And this time, I want to hear some remorse in your voice.’
My next two spanks are met with a far more respectful attitude, one that I hope will continue as I work my way up to the full eight.
THREE – FOUR!
FIVE – SIX!
SEVEN – EIGHT!
‘Now, what have we learned?’ I say, my handprints looking nice and clear on Mikey ample butt.
‘No more foot stomping,’ Mikey says, turning and looking genuinely apologetic. ‘I know I shouldn’t do it, but without a Daddy in my life I’ve kind of let it become a habit. I want to stop it.’
‘Don’t worry, we’ll work on it together,’ I say, bringing Mikey in for a hug. ‘But right now I think we need to get your cheeks lathered in some cooling cream and then how about a big plate of bagels filled with PB, and jelly?’
‘Yay!’ Mikey says, gripping his cheeks to try and take the sting away.
‘Come on, over my lap,’ I say, sitting down on the bed and patting my thighs. ‘I’ll have that lovely butt cooled down in no time.’
Mikey passes me a tub of cooling cream and duly lays across my lap.
He might be the biggest of big boys, but the feeling of having a remorseful and happy Mikey over my lap is something that I cherish. The boy knew that he was acting out of turn, took his spanking, and now the pair of us can feel happy and closer than ever.
With the prospect of some fully loaded bagels on the near horizon, I’m determined to make this the best early morning either one of us has experienced.
‘Hey, boy, it’s okay,’ I say, the pair of us standing outside his building. ‘You’ll be back tomorrow, and we can arrange to do something then.’
I can see that Mikey really doesn’t want us to go our separate ways.
Breakfast was great, and I honestly don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a very long time – and that includes on my beer and whisky fueled nights out with Ranger and Reece.
‘I know, but…’
‘No buts,’ I reply, placing my hands around Mikey’s waist and kissing him on his soft, plump lips. ‘You love your work. We’ve got all the time in the world to hang-out.’
‘I guess so,’ Mikey says, taking what I’m saying on board but evidently not totally convinced. ‘What are you going to do today?’
‘You know me,’ I reply, flashing my smile in Mikey’s direction. ‘Another day, another wave to catch. I’m hitting a cove about fifty kilometers along the coast. By all accounts, we’ll be getting some gnarly waves.’
‘I’d maybe like to try surfing,’ Mikey says, a look of vulnerability in his eyes. ‘It’s just…’
‘It’s just?’
‘Someone told me I’d be too big,’ Mikey replies. ‘This was in high school, and he was a jock, and I felt kinda dumb. So, I guess I just put it to the back of my mind.’
‘ Urgh . This guy sounds like a total asshole,’ I say, shaking my head. ‘Surfing is for people of all shapes and sizes. And don’t worry, I’ll have you up and riding the waves in no time. Just you wait and see if I don’t.’
Mikey smiles and we have a wonderful hug.
But time is ticking, and the last thing I want is for my boy to be late.
We kiss once more and go our separate ways.
As I walk down the street toward my car, I can’t help but feel that I’m ready for our relationship to go up a level. Mikey is pretty much everything I’m looking for in a boy – and I’d go as far as to say that he’s perfect for me.
We both have our lives on track, and we love what we do too.
The only question now is whether we can blend our lives and make them work as one?
So far, I’m thinking the answer is a big, strong yes .
With Ranger back on the beach and getting his alternate surfboard ready for the waves, I’m enjoying the feeling of sheer freedom that comes from lying on your board and doing absolutely nothing .
The ocean can be an exhilarating place.
It can be dangerous too – sometimes fatally so.
But the ocean is often a place of peace and mindfulness, and right now that’s exactly how I’m feeling.
As the gentle waves move me slowly and rhythmically up and down, I think about how everything seems to be falling into place in my life.
Yes, I’d still like to find something else when it comes to my day to day life, but the introduction of Mikey into my life has made such a difference.
It’s as if Mikey was the missing piece all along.
I know we haven’t gone all the way together yet – jeez, I sound like a highschooler – but I’m glad that we’re waiting and taking each day as it comes.
There’s no doubt that the connection is there between us in a sexual sense, but there’s something delightfully hot about stretching that along and getting every last drop of tantalizing tension out of it.
‘Yo! Quit daydreaming, slacker,’ Ranger says as he paddles toward me on his new board. ‘The waves are coming, and we need to be riding the hell out of them.’
I laugh and promptly turn my board to face the waves again.
‘You still haven’t told me about you and the barista from Dark Bean yet,’ I say. ‘Don’t hold out on me. I want all the details.’
‘Later, over whisky,’ Ranger replies. ‘I can’t be getting all down and dirty in the water. I need to focus if I’m going to shred these waves harder than my best bro and long-time surf rival.’
‘Rival?’ I roar. ‘To be a rivalry, you’d need to be close to as good as me!’
Ranger belly laughs and paddles harder.
The pair of us are excellent friends who have each other’s back at all times. But right now, all friendship is about to be temporarily put to one side.
Some premium waves our heading our way and both of us want to take the best ones for ourselves.
It’s time to let loose and ride the wives harder than we’d ride our best boys…