2. Ethan

Chapter 2

Ethan

Brayden Marshall was a mechanic. And a damn good one based on what the owner said about him. I shouldn’t have been surprised by that because he had always been mechanically inclined. When the boy was in woodshop, he spent more time adjusting the lathe to have a perfectly smooth and well-calibrated spin than actually building anything.

I also seemed to recall that he could be a bit of a troublemaker, acting out pretty often—for attention, most likely. At the time, I didn’t think much of his bratty tendencies because he was a teenager who thought he knew everything about the world.

But he was a man now. Probably twenty-four or twenty-five. Was he still a brat?

When I heard him call his friend’s boyfriend Daddy James, my dick was instantly hard. Was he a kinky brat? Maybe it was fate that had brought me to the shop instead of the billboard on the corner that I drove past every day.

Brayden Marshall was a mechanic…and he told me to call him if I ever needed him.

As I lay in bed with my dick in my hand, I definitely felt some need. I never had any inappropriate thoughts about students when I was teaching, but now that he was all grown up, it was hard not to picture the freckle-faced kid with bleach-blond hair and a skateboard sticking out of his backpack. He looked the same but with darker hair, more stubble, and an adorable pair of coveralls.

Made it easy to picture him in a pair of full-length pajamas or a onesie. He’d be fucking hot in a onesie. My dick was hot beneath my fingers as I stroked it faster, cupping my balls now and then to mix things up.

The images in my mind shouldn’t have been of a certain mechanic bent over my Vitamin C-colored bird wearing nothing but a diaper and a needy smile for Daddy.

“Fuck.” I stroked faster, imagining those full lips wrapped around my cock as I came in a thick fountain onto my chest. If only those sweet lips were nearby to clean me up.

My breath was labored for a few minutes while I just lay there, thinking inappropriate thoughts about the boy from a lifetime ago. At least what felt like a lifetime ago. Since Brayden graduated, he’d probably long forgotten the shop teacher he’d had a crush on back in twelfth grade.

Yeah, I knew about his crush. He wasn’t the most discreet kid I’d ever met. He was either staring at me, flirting with me, or making inappropriate comments to annoy me. A total brat, through and through.

At the time, it was equal parts annoying and amusing.

Today, it was purely intriguing. I wanted to know more about him. Did he have a partner? Was he single? Was he kinky? What did he think about Daddy James? Did he have a Daddy of his own? If not, did he want one…

I dragged my ass to the bathroom to clean up, and on my way back to bed, my phone started ringing. “What the hell?”

It was close to midnight, and I never got calls that late. My company line only forwarded to my phone during business hours, and none of my friends or family would call that late unless it was an emergency.

With an ungraceful dive across my bed, I grabbed my phone off the opposite nightstand and answered. “Hello? This is Ethan.”

A soft gasp came through the speaker and then silence. Absolute silence.

“Hello? Is anybody there?” I glanced at the screen to see who it was, but it just said No Caller ID.

A few seconds passed before I heard a click and the call was disconnected. Weird. Maybe a wrong number.

I turned off the lights and slid into bed, thinking about the boy who was now living rent-free in my mind but had probably already forgotten about the random encounter with an old teacher from high school.

The next morning, I woke up hard and thinking about Brayden again, so I took care of myself to a different fantasy. This one involved him in the back seat of my car.

I came hard and fast with my eyes squeezed shut so an imaginary Brayden could ride me like a stallion as he chanted his nickname for me: “ Daddy .”