So… the Construction Boys.
As soon as I heard about this crew, I did a little digging and discovered that the rumors were true. And after meeting with Xander a few times and having a trial with them, I was accepted onto the crew.
What’s extra cool is that we haven’t even discussed me being a Little yet. It’s like they judged me for the quality of my work and my character first, and I guess they figured that the rest will come later. In actual fact, I haven’t heard anyone talking aboutDaddies, stuffies, rompers, or anything like that. No mention of Daddy and Little clubs or party nights either.
I’m not complaining about that. Far from it.
Maybe it’s my less than stellar experiences in the Daddy and Little world so far, but I’ve got a feeling it’s going to take me a while to really open up and let everyone see my Little side. All I can do is hope that the rest of the crew understand this. But as long as they’re not talking about it anyway, I guess I can pretty much be myself and just let nature take its course.
But, whatever, something tells me that Taylor, Mikey, and Xander are going to be pretty damn cool…
“Danny, are you okay to come and work with us on moving these steel beams?” Xander asks. “I know we brought you on the team for your forklift skills, but we really need to make some progress with getting everything ready. I’ve got the rest of the crew working double time on it already.”
“You’re the boss,” I chuckle. “I’m just happy to be here. Thanks again for taking me on.”
“You got it,” Xander replies, jostling me as we all walk across the site together. “You know, doing this kind of project is a dream come true for me. Helping build affordable housing is the kind of thing that I always assumed was for big corporate contractors.”
“Yeah, the kind who only do it for tax breaks,” Mikey chirps in, a knowing look in his eyes. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love a cash job as much as the next dude, but it feels so good to be doing something good for all the right reasons.”
Xander laughs and nods in approval.
My last crew was one of those very same corporate companies who very much put profit before anything else. Talk about cutting corners. I honestly felt bad for the people who would end up living in the properties that they built. And even if the Construction Boys hadn’t come up in conversation, the reality was that I was looking for a way out for quite a while.
“I’m guessing by the look in your face that you know too much about these asshole big companies?” Xander laughs.
“Yup,” I reply. “But, trust me, I always did my job to the best of my ability. It’s just hard when you have rent to pay, you know? I saw the guys who spoke out, and they never lasted long.”
“I hear that,” Taylor laughs. “Always the same. Still, it’s different here. Different in lots of ways.”
There’s a brief pause as I wonder whether this is my cue to open up and talk about the whole Little thing. But something inside my clams up. Try as I might, I can’t get the words out.
And before long, the moment has gone.
My cheeks are flushed red from the embarrassment of not being able to talk about my Little side, but thankfully Xander was ready to step in a cover my blushes…
“Okay, let’s put our asses into this,” Xander says, eyeing up the mountain of materials we need to shift and organize ready for the build. “We’ll be joined by the rest of the guys soon enough, but let’s put ourselves in a good position.”
Xander’s a good guy.
And I’ll talk and share who I am with the guys soon enough.
But right now, it’s time to show them that the newest guy on the crew might just be the strongest…
“Here he is, Mr. Iron Biceps!” Taylor roars as I step into the shower room back at the hotel gym.
I do a peace sign and shyly walk toward the changing bench, my towel around my waist and my body sweaty from the work out. To tell you the truth, I really wasn’t in the mood to work out after such a long day on the site, but with everyone else hitting the gym, I didn’t want to be seen as weak. And that probably explains why I went hard on the bicep curls, hence my apparent new nickname!
I try my best to keep my eyes to myself but every time I look up, I’m confronted with the sight of one of the guys, their muscles looking thick AF, their asses strong, and their cocks equally impressive.
Just as well they’re all Littles and my cock only springs to attention for a Daddy, right?
“Not too long in the shower, Danny,” Lane says, his smile warm as he runs his towel over his long, thick cock. “Xander has booked us a big table at some fancy-ass restraint in town. Not our usual kind of vibe, but apparently the owner heard about our affordable housing project and wanted to show some solidarity.”
“They’d better have beer there,” Taylor says, his tanned upper body glistening as he drip dries.
“Yup, I ain’t drinking no bullshit wine or champagne all night,” Mikey adds, his ass cheeks flexing as he checks himself out in the mirrior.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be hitting a bar just as soon as the last bite of food is down our throats,” Lane says.
