He called. Bright and early. Donny bounced around his room, grabbing clothes for both of us. Saxon wanted to take us to breakfast. I was still apprehensive about it but didn’t have it in me to burst his bubble.
Donny lived near a big park, and there was a great coffee place that had breakfast stuff nearby. I dressed while he arranged to meet us. We planned on getting food and coffee and going tothe park. Donny was excited. We walked over, the sun shining overhead. “How are you so calm, Kay?”
“I dunno. Guess I’m trying not to get my hopes up. In case.”
Donny blew a raspberry. “We have nothing if we don’t have hope. No risk. No reward.”
I bumped my shoulder into his. “Whatever. Goof.”
He started to say something else, but stopped himself before he did, only making a weird sound.
“What?”
“There he is. Look.”
And look I did. Saxon wore tight jeans and those shit-kickers along with a skin-tight T-shirt. He looked like a wet dream with all those bulging muscles. I hadn’t had enough time to lick them all the night before. I turned to adjust my rapidly hardening cock while Donny waved his arm in the air. “Saxon!”
When I turned back around, Saxon was closer. The LAFD logo printed on his shirt popped out to me. “Are you a firefighter?” I blurted out.
“Yes. I am. Is that a problem?”
I shook my head fast. “No. I like your shirt.” I rubbed my hand over the short sleeve, then over his biceps and forearms. I couldn’t help myself. Donny was right about how yummy Saxon was.
“I like you liking my shirt, Kay.” Saxon winked, making me blush. I hadn’t meant to feel him up, but who wouldn’t, really? “What do you guys want to eat?”
Donny bounced on the balls of his feet. “I was thinking breakfast sandwich or burritos so we can walk in the park.”
“That sounds good. Anything you don’t want?”
“Nothing spicy,” I said quickly. “And coffee with cream and a little sugar.”
“Oh. Coffee, no cream, tons of sugar.” Donny bounced again.
“I think you should cut back on the sugar, bouncy boy.” Saxon leaned over and kissed the top of his adorable head. “Come help me, that’s too many cups to carry.”
We helped, but Saxon ordered and paid. I felt bad about that, but he said he wanted to take us out. “I’m paying next time.”
“Or me.” Donny never wanted to be left out.
Saxon nodded. “We’ll take turns. Now come on.”
We walked to the park and found a bench to sit on, where we unwrapped our sandwiches. Once everything was organized, we strolled along a path, farther into the park. It was pretty with flowers and bushes and tons of lawn space. “This is a nice park, Donny. Next time I’m in town, we have to come here and play.” I was having a good time and maybe a little surprised about it.
“For sure.”
“Next time?” Saxon asked. “You don’t live here?”
“Eh. Not really. I live in Florida a lot. I have a place there near the studio.”
“Studio?”
Donny laughed. “Kay’s a rockstar, Daddy. Didn’t you know?”
“Are you pulling my leg? I mean, you look like a rockstar with that sexy hair, but…”
“He’s not kidding. I lead Bramble Punk. Kay Ashford.”
He scrunched up his face. “I don’t, uh, I’ve never.”
