4. Rafa

Chapter 4

Rafa

Tough Bar is my kind of place. I’ll never tire of the no-BS atmosphere, sticky floors, and assortment of tough sonsofbitches it calls its regular clientele.

I might be a millionaire former tennis pro, but I came up through the streets.

Before I was serving aces in front of thousands of spectators, I was hustling on the streets just to make a few bucks to eat.

I didn’t have an upper-class family to pay my way through all the fancy tennis schools, so it was a case of having to fight for everything I got.

And trust me when I say that I got good at fighting.

Anyway, that’s a story for another time.

Call it a throwback to my past life, but Tough Bar ticks each and every box for what I like when it’s a Daddy only vibe.

‘Yo, Kyle, how about we rack up and shoot some pool?’ I say, the crisp taste of lager hitting my taste buds in all the ways I like.

‘I guess you want to lose some money tonight?’ Kyle says, a cocky tone in his voice as he hops down from his barstool and strides over to the pool table.

‘Hundred bucks a game?’ I say, testing out how confident my buddy is tonight. ‘Or shall we say two hundred?’

‘How about we make it a thousand?’

‘You got,’ I laugh. ‘It’s your funeral, brother. I guess the network is paying you too much money these days. So much that you’re happy to drop ten thousand in a night.’

‘We’ll see, my amigo,’ Kyle says, practicing his cue action as I get the pool balls perfectly racked and ready to go.

As much as I want a boy to settle down with, I wouldn’t swap evenings like this for the world.

Hanging out in a down and dirty bar with my best Daddy buddy?

Fucking priceless .

A problem I’ve always had is that the younger boys I’ve dated, typically around twenty-one up to twenty-three, is that they get so clingy.

It’s like they’re so young that they haven’t developed their own life enough. They think that the second they call me Daddy it means I have to drop everything from my personal life and be on call for them 24-7.

Well that ain’t me.

I need my space.

I’ll always need time to sink beer, shoot pool, and hopefully take a few thousand dollars from my over-confident sportscaster friend Kyle…

‘And that… is… game ,’ I roar, potting the eight ball into the far corner with consummate ease. ‘Ready to admit that it’s not just tennis where I’m untouchable?’

‘Pfffft, you got lucky,’ Kyle says, shaking his head and studying his cue like that was to blame and not his own wonky cue-action.

‘Whatever,’ I reply, the pair of us breaking out into laughter as our competitive tension melts away.

‘So. This sweet boy. He’s your client, he’s your online booty,’ Kyle says, walking back to our position at the top of the bar. ‘He’s cool with the whole professional versus personal thing?’

‘ He is,’ I reply. ‘I’m a little bit unsure. I don’t want to fuck with a baby boy’s heart and see it go to shit because I’m his trainer too. You know?’

I can see that Kyle is taking my words in and thinking over them.

Kyle may have risen to prominence as a fast-talking and quick-witted sports host but one of his real strengths is his ability to use his brain to game out a problem and find a resolution.

‘I hear you, brother,’ Kyle says. ‘But I also see how into him you are. He sounds like he could be the one. Like, I’m not even kidding. I’ve seen you talk about boys before. The other boys you’ve dated have been fine or whatever. But… I’ve never seen the look in your eye that I’m seeing now.’

‘So what are you saying?’

‘I’m saying, jackass, that you need to go for it and make this boy yours,’ Kyle roars, his face full of enthusiasm and a genuine desire for me to be happy.

I guess it was the same before my first big pro tennis title.

I had worked so hard to get there, overcome setbacks and beaten personal demons too.

But just before the final I felt myself freeze.

I was in the locker room and could barely move.

It was potentially the greatest night of my life and I was in danger of letting fear take over.

Fear of failure. Fear of change. Fear of… real success.

But I got a grip and pulled myself up to my feet, strode out onto center court, and won in straight sets.

And that’s what I need to do with Aaron.

‘If he wants me to be his Daddy, I’m going to give it to him,’ I say, a look of steely focus on my face. ‘That plump, cuddly body is going to get the full Rafa Soleil treatment.’

‘Now we’re talking!’ Kyle says, raising his bottle of lager up.

‘Aaron is going to remember this date for the rest of his life,’ I say, clinking bottles with Kyle and already planning out exactly what’s going to go down when I take out my boy for the very first time.

Date night came around quickly.

It’s always the way when you’re so excited about something that you kind of lose track of everything else.

But I knew from the second that I saw Aaron standing outside his apartment that this date was going to be a smash hit.

‘Hey, cutey, you looking for some fun?’ I say, the roof off my Porsche and my finest suit hugging my body.

‘I am, know where I might find some?’ Aaron replies. ‘Are you old enough to drive such a powerful car?’

The boy’s sassing me.

He’s trying to test my limits, see what he can and can’t get away with.

I’m not biting… yet .

‘Get your butt in the car,’ I say. ‘I’ve got us a table at Golden Bowl. Best seats in the house too. But if you’re not sitting that tush next to me in ten seconds boy, I’m burning rubber without you.’

Aaron squeals with delight and skips up to the car.

He looks great.

In fact, he looks absolutely fucking fire.

The pink pastel shirt, the perfectly fitted blue chinos, and that cute Mickey Mouse wristwatch.

I need to tell him exactly how cute he is…

‘It’s an A+ for the fit,’ I say, putting my foot to the floor and powering away from Aaron’s apartment block. ‘And it’s top marks for that cute smile too.’

‘Thank you, D…’

‘It’s okay, you can call me Daddy,’ I reply. ‘It’s not like you weren’t calling me that on the app.’

‘Okay… Daddy,’ Aaron says, his voice trembling like he’s experiencing a full-on earthquake inside his perfectly shaped body.

‘You want Daddy to show you how fast this thing can move?’ I say, a grin on my face as the traffic clears ahead of us.

Aaron nods and smiles.

I can tell that he might be a boy, but he isn’t afraid of a little danger either.

‘Let’s see what she can do,’ I growl, dropping down a gear and allowing the engine to rev harder. ‘Hold on tight, baby boy. We’re about to go all the way…’

The turbo engine kicks in, and I can see that Aaron loves it.

I’m getting excited too.

We’re supposed to be going for a meal, now I’m not so sure.

Golden Bowl isn’t exactly easy to get a table at, even for me.

But right now the only thing I want to do is drive this cute boy back to my place and serve him up as my main course.

I whip the Porsche down a side alley and make a hard and fast stop. It’s time to talk to Aaron and see what’s going on in his mind…

‘How hungry are you?’ I say, practically salivating at the sight of Aaron’s perfectly pink lips and rosy cheeks. ‘And I don’t mean for Thai fusion…’

‘I could definitely eat something ,’ Aaron replies, a mischievous grin on his face.

The boy can’t keep his eyes off me.

And one place in particular is drawing Aaron’s eye more than any other.

Before I know what’s happening, the boy reaches down and places his hand on top of my crotch. In my excitement I rev the engine and nearly max it out – it’s a good job the handbrake is on otherwise we’d both be halfway into the brick wall at the end of the alley by now.

‘Hands off,’ I growl, firmly moving Aaron’s hand away from my rapidly hardening bulge. ‘You touch Daddy’s cock only when Daddy commands it. You got that?’

The boy blushes.

I love it when he does that.

‘I can get us back to mine in five minutes,’ I say, putting the car in reverse gear and expertly spinning it around to face the road again. ‘Let’s cover the basics now. Safeword?’

‘Cabbage,’ Aaron replies.

‘Recent clear sexual health results?’

‘All clear,’ Aaron says, nodding.

‘Me too,’ I say. ‘Last question…’

‘Yes, Daddy?’

‘Have you been a naughty baby boy?’ I say, revving the engine again, ready to rock and roll the second I hear Aaron’s response. ‘Do you need a Daddy to put you back on the right track?’

‘I need a Daddy like you more than you know,’ Aaron replies, gripping the sides of his seat as I release the brakes and fire the Porsche out of the alley and back onto the road like I’m racing on a Formula 1 racetrack.

‘Well okay then, we’re all set for the best damn night of our lives,’ I roar.

The city lights blur as I take Aaron home with me at breakneck speed.

This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

We might be moving fast, but this is about as far from a casual hookup as it’s possible to get.

This could be something real.

I’m not going to hold back. I’m going to treat Aaron like the wonderful boy he is.

He thinks I’m going to fuck him hard and make his body mine.

And I will, in time.

But right now I’ve got other plans.

Because this could be Forever …