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‘When you said the food here was good, I wasn’t quite ready for it beingthisgood,’ Dale said, his fork diving down to pick up another chunk of apple pie. ‘I never tasted anything like this in the city.’
‘Hey well there’s plenty more where that came from,’ Marshall replied. ‘Remember all those midnight feasts we used to have at your mom and pop’s house?’
‘I do,’ Dale said, suddenly feeling flush with memories. ‘They were the best. It kinda sucks that they moved away. But I know they wanted to find a retirement complex to live in. Especially with my pop’s disability.’
‘Yeah, I get it,’ Marshall replied. ‘I always remember him as being such a strong man. But illness can hit us all like a bolt of lightning. But tell me he’s happy where he is?’
‘Yeah, him and mom are living their best lives as much as they can,’ Dale said.
‘And I’ll bet they’re happy to know that you’re back home,’ Marshall added. ‘Wait… you have told them, haven’t you?’
‘No comment,’ Dale replied. ‘But I will. I promise I will. I just wanted to see how it went back here first. I didn’t want to build their hopes up or anything. You know?’
‘I get it,’ Marshall said, sipping on his fresh OJ.
‘I was thinking, we should totally set up a playdate,’ Dale said. ‘That’s if you’d like that?’
‘Totally,’ Marshall said, flashing his brilliantly pearly-white smile. ‘Getting back into Little Space with you will be the highlight of my year. And I think it’ll rank high up there on the charts for you too. Not to blow my own trumpet, but I’m a pretty cool playdate companion.’
‘Yeah, I’d say you were pretty awesome,’ Dale said.
Everything felt so good. Dale’s tummy was slowly filling with apple pie and OJ, and he was back having the kind of fun conversation with Marshall that he had missed out on for so long. Dale knew that he was probably to blame for having lost this part of his life for the last couple of years, but like Marshall said earlier, there was no sense in looking backward.
As Dale tasted the sweet apple chunk in his mouth, he couldn’t help but wonder what his life might have been like had he never left. But before he could get deep into his thoughts, his attention was very much taken by Max as he walked over toward his and Marshall’s booth…
‘Young men,’ Max said, his voice deep and full of natural confidence. ‘I take it that my food is of the required standard today?’
‘Sure is, boss,’ Marshall replied, his cheeks flushing red. ‘I’ll pay for Dale’s, don’t worry.’
‘Forget about it,’ Max replied. ‘It’s on the house. Call it a welcome gift.’
‘Thank you,’ Dale said. ‘I’m Dale. Dale Hanson. It’s nice to meet you.’
‘Manners too,’ Max said. ‘Looks like we might just have a natural born server on our hands. What do you say, Marshall?’
‘I think so too,’ Marshall said, regaining his composure and nodding his head in agreement.
Dale watched the unspoken dynamic between Marshall and Max and almost wanted to scream for them to get it over with and get down and dirty right there and then. Dale might have been young, but he knew what full-blooded chemistry looked like. And as far as he could tell, Marshall and Max had it in spades.
The thought of having an older, stable, and successful Daddy was something that appealed to Dale. Benson had ticked some of the boxes, at least initially. But, of course, that ended in disaster. Benson had been unfaithful at least three times, and on top of that was his controlling behavior. However Benson’s version of being controlling couldn’t be compared to how a Daddy would behave.
Daddies were firm and in charge.
But Daddies only acted in the interests of their Littles.
A Daddy would never put down his boy or make him feel small.
Dale sighed and felt happy that Marshall might be about to get with the kind of good all-rounder who could make him happy. However just as his mind was imagining what a spanking from Max might be like, Dale’s attention was very much taken elsewhere…
Who the heck is that?
He’s so big, so gruff, so… hot.
And he’s headed right over here…
‘Boys,’ Max said, turning and welcoming the buff and rugged stranger into the fold. ‘This is Kipp. Kipp Styles. He’ll be keeping a wise old eye over the place when I’m away for the next couple of weeks.’
‘Enough of the old,’ Kipp barked, clearly unimpressed.
