Chapter 1
Danny
“Yo, Xander!” I holler, my voice carrying over the sound of Mikey and Taylor as they talk all kinds of smack with cups of hot coffee in their hands and smiles on their face. “Xander! A little help?”
“You got it, Danny!” Xander shouts, his voice booming across the building site as the wind whips and the cold air sends a shiver down my spine despite the fact that I’ve got my thermal vest on underneath my sweater and high-vis jacket. “Mikey and Taylor… that means both of you too!”
I laugh quietly as I watch a clearly disgruntled Mikey and Taylor put their coffees down on the hard concrete surface and walk over toward me. They’re roughly my age, mid to late twenties and I can see from their physiques that they’ll be no slouches when it comes to moving heavy things.
I mean, I guess it’s pretty standard for construction guys to be built like absolute units, but there’s something extra about these guys—and it means that I need to make sure I’m on my game if I want to keep up. The last thing I need is for them to suspect that the new guy on the crew can’t hold his own.
“It’s way too freakin’ cold here,” Mikey says, pulling the zipper on his fleece all the way to the top.
“Dam right. We need to be back out on the coast with all that sun, sea, and sex ASAP,” Taylor agrees, shaking his head in disapproval as he looks to the sky. “And if I didn’t know better, I’d say that snow was on the way too.”
“Guys, quit complaining,” Xander chuckles, playfully slapping his heavy hand down on both their backs as he walks alongside them toward me. “And remember… this is for a good cause.”
I smile as I watch both Mikey and Taylor break out into laughter.
I might be the newest member of the Construction Boys crew, but I can already see that they’re a great bunch of guys. And I mean, who doesn’t reserve the right to be a little bit grumpy at seven thirty in the morning? I know that it usually takes me at least an hour to fully warm up. If I wasn’t the new guy then I’d probably be as cranky as Mikey and Taylor too.
“Danny, I promise you we’re not usually like this,” Mikey says as him, Taylor, and Xander help me move some bags of sand.
“Nah, it’s cool,” I reply, wrapping my hands around a big bag and hauling it over to the forklift. “I get it.”
“Hey, no siding against the boss!” Xander bellows, his arms looking absolutely massive as he carefully lowers his bag of sand into position. “Seriously though, it’s a pleasure to have you on the crew, Danny. I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I’m pretty sure you’ll be a great fit for us. You came highly recommended. And coming on an away job so soon? That’s commitment.Respect.”
Xander offers me his fist to bump, and instinctively I do the same.
The truth is that I’ve wanted to join the Construction Boys ever since I heard about them. It was a rumor at first, something that one of the men on another crew mentioned in passing. Apparently there was another crew of construction guys who all had something in common… somethingdifferent.
I kept my head down and listened as the men talked about Daddies, Littles, and all kinds of things. They weren’t talking judgmentally or anything, but it weas pretty clear that it was something very strange to them.
Honestly, I get it.
I mean how many people would seriously expect a big group of hard living, beer drinking, heavy lifting construction guys to be…Littles.
And here’s the thing, I’m one of them. I’m a Little too. I might be well over six feet tall and able to bench press close to three times what the average man can, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want my milkies at bedtime, super-snuggly cuddles, and a Daddy to spank my bottom when I’m too sassy.
Jeez, even thinking about it gets me hot! LOL!
Of course, not all Daddies want a boy who looks and acts like me. I might only be twenty-seven, but if I’m bigger and stronger than most Daddies then I can see why I’m not exactly Little material in their eyes.
Sigh.
I try not to get too down about it, but I’ve had one too many bad experiences in clubs or on dates where as soon as the whole Daddy-Little thing comes up, the other guy just isn’t interested.
And that’s if it even gets that far in the first place.
The vast majority of Daddies I meet simply won’t entertain the idea that I’m a real Little. I’ve had so-called Daddies tell me that it’s just a phase, that I need to look inside myself and see that I’m just pretending to be a Little. It’s so insulting. I’ve even had Daddies saying that I’m a Daddy in denial.
Like, what the actual hell!?
Urgh.
But despite all this, I know the truth. I was born to be a Little. And as long as I’ve got my trusty stuffie Lexi with me, I’ll know it’s true. Lexi is a little purple dragon with the sweetest eyes and jazziest multi-colored tail around. We have fun together, tell each other all our secrets, and have the best naps ever. So… any asshole Daddy doubting my credentials can stick that in their pipe and smoke it!
Rant over.
