Daddy Issues Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Daddy Issues
3
Josh spent the first part of the week telling himself his hope of seeing Mr. Polo Shirt was silly. It was just a one-off hookup, and given the way Josh had acted impetuous with the guy, slutty even, he questioned where his head was.
Particularly since he found himself all Monday morning sneaking glances at his boss. Mike Richards. 52 years old, married, executive material. Not model-attractive and in fact Josh had never even given much a thought about the man before, but that morning he found himself daydreaming, imagining holding onto his his boss's large hairy pecs while he bounced up and down on that drooling daddy dick....
Fuck, I've gotten out of control, the young man thought, trying to shake it off.
Work helped actually. There was a big project and three nights in a row he found himself working late. No time to think about Mr. Polo Shirt. Each evening Josh just got some take out, went home, watched an hour of TV, and then went to bed.
By Thursday, the deliverables were out the door that afternoon and Richards told him he could take off early.
Darren had asked Josh if he wanted to join a few folks for dinner later, but Josh declined. He wasn't in the mood for a big group outing like that and just wanted to enjoy some time, alone in a crowd, as it were. He treated himself to a solo sushi dinner at the bar area of a trendy downtown restaurant, enjoying scoping out the happy hour crowd and nursing a drink. Not feeling ready to go home yet, he went to a beer bar in the neighborhood. A large cavernous indoor space unusual for Manhattan. It was still jammed with the after work crowd, a lot of Financial District bro dudes in their 20s and an assortment of pretty, thin, straight-haired 20-something women who went for that type.
As Josh stood and surveyed the crowd, he thought this kind of place would be his regular hangout if he were straight. As it was, he felt comfortable enough there, the guys reminded him of his high school friends and college teammates. There just wasn't much here for him. Not like for the dark-haired bro next to him with absolutely no game, for whom it didn't matter because the petite blonde he was trying to impress was hanging on his every word acted like he was Charming Charlie instead of a doofus.
There was one group of guys in there that stuck out. Not financial types, but dressed in a business casual uniform of slacks and polo or dress shirts. Older, jocky dad types in their 40s, if they were out of place, they didn't care or act like it. They laughed and were having a good time out. Josh looked them over and decided he'd pick out which daddy was the hottest. His gaze settled on one. Tall, broad back encased in a trim knit shirt, in shape waist with just the hint of love handles, big power ass.... round cheeks encased in a pair of navy wool trousers. Josh imagined those cheeks clenching, flexing, pumping while the guy fucked.
Then... fuck! The man turned his head. Mr. Polo Shirt had a shocked look on his face as he noticed Josh and after a split second recognized him. No doubt matching Josh's own surprised expression. The man's shock melted into a smile as he grinned and winked at Josh. The younger man felt the earth was going to open up beneath him, but he garnered his confidence and smiled back, raising his beer glass in salute.
Fuck, I've gotta go over and talk to him, Josh said to himself. But the man was with his friends, workmates maybe. Josh didn't have the guts to go over, especially now that Mr. Polo Shirt was back talking to his buddies, facing away from Josh again.
Josh looked down at his nearly empty beer glass. Maybe some more liquid courage would help. He polished off the last half-inch of beer and sidled up to the bar, squeezing in to catch the bartender's attention. Damn, the place was crowded now.
He hadn't waited two minutes when he felt a strong hand clasp on his shoulders.
"Here. Let me buy you a drink." That familiar laid-back tenor. If it didn't bring a hardon to Josh's prick, the close contact with this man was gonna. The man happened to catch the bartender's eye. "I'll have a pilsner," he ordered, "and whatever this gentleman's having."
"The same," Josh said, and soon they had two fresh beers. "Thanks," Josh said.
"Sure." Mr. Polo Shirt stood close. Not too close to raise any eyebrows, especially given the crowd, but it definitely felt intimate. "My pleasure. I'm glad I ran into you."
"Me too." Josh's eyes were now twinkling with desire as he looked into this man's gaze, unsure if he should say what was on his mind. Might as well. "Look, I've been hoping I could get a second chance."
The man raised his eyebrow. "Whaddya mean?"
"I think I fucked it up last time. Came on too strong. I'm not..." Josh felt embarrassed all over again. "Well, I was a little slutty when we met."
"'s all right... I mean, it did take me off guard at first. But I liked it. Spent all weekend thinking about it." Those steely blue eyes were doing a number on Josh as he spoke.
"Yeah?"
"You bet. I only wish.... well, I wish I could have asked you out. On a proper date."
Josh winced a little at hearing that, but his heart pounded, too. "Yeah, me too. Like I say, I fucked it up."
The man gave a little shake of his head no to reassure Josh and held out his him. "My name's Ryan."
"Josh." His face lit up with excitement, like a little kid with a new bike.
"Well, Josh, can I take you to dinner this weekend?"
Josh knew he had plans. He also knew he'd be canceling those plans. "Sure, Ryan, I'd like that."
The two exchanged phone numbers. Josh found out that Ryan's last name was Miller.
"You probably need to get back to your friends," Josh said matter of factly. Now that he'd found Ryan, the man who'd haunted his psyche this last week, he wasn't eager to see him go. Another part of him said this was for the better, that the date would make it worth the wait.
"They're my coworkers, but yeah, I should get back to them." He added, "One more question before I go. You more of a fine dining or a burger joint kind of guy?"
Josh shrugged my shoulders. "I like both, really."
Ryan clasped his hand on the younger man's shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. "I wanna take you out of a really nice meal. My treat." He leaned in, so close that Josh could smell the musk of his cologne. His mouth next to Josh's ear, Ryan said real low. "Least I could do to pay you back for that amazing blow job."
"All right," Josh laughed as the man gave one last squeeze of the shoulder and made his way back through the crowd, leaving the 23 year old to watch the fine, power dad-butt as Ryan Miller walked away.
Ryan insisted on buying the round of drinks at the restaurant bar before dinner. "What'll you have?"
Josh decided on beer instead of wine or liquor, since he didn't want to get too buzzed. He watched as Ryan leaned over to talk to the bartender. Damn, this man made him hot. He'd dressed in a blazer, no tie, even so, it was like Ryan Miller had transformed. Looked like a perfect specimen of clean-cut executive, with just a little extra beefiness puffing out the chest of his dress shirt.
Apparently the man liked the slim-cut suit that Josh wore. Josh was a little muscular for it and always felt a little self-conscious in it, but it was the style for younger guys and besides, he had flat abs and a perfect bod, might as well enjoy being able to wear something like this. As they talked Ryan's sea-blue eyes would occasionally rake over Josh's body. He felt even taller than his 6'4".
"Cheers." The men clinked glasses.
"So," Josh asked. "What do you do for work?" He realized that up to now the two hadn't even made the normal small talk.
"Sales. Sports supplements, actually. I used to play baseball."
Josh's eyes lit up, partly surprised to have his suspicions confirmed. Ryan Miller really was an ex-jock "Really?"
"Yep. Pros and everything. Had a promising career in my 20s, never quite performed after that, and ended up on the DL for half of my last season before they declined to renew my contract."
"Who'd you play for?"
"Started off with the Astros, but spent much of my years with the Giants."
"I thought I could detect a California accent," Josh said.
"I was born and raised there, too. Bay Area. Being able to play for the Giants was a dream come true."
"I'll bet," said Josh. "You know, my dad was a professional athlete."
"No shit?" Ryan was surprised and there was a noticeable change in his body language, going from polite small talk to an immediate sense of real connection.
"Yes, sir. Football, played 7 years for the Broncos before retiring to Florida."
"That's cool."
"Yeah. Well, it's a mixed bag really. When you're young it's really cool being Mike Carter's boy, everyone in your class looks up to you and asks you to parties, and the town basically gives your family special treatment. I was REAL popular in middle school and high school."
"But..." Ryan prodded, sensing more.
"But it sucks trying to fill those shoes. And I tried to. Played ball and practiced till I couldn't practice any more. But I'm not going to be Mike Carter and that's OK I guess. Fuck... this is our first date and I'm already blabbing about my family issues."
Ryan patted him on the back. Josh liked this man was touchy-feely, it felt like having a big brother figure telling him everything was going to be OK.
"No problem, big guy," Ryan said. "I wanna know more about you. It's nice to have the chance to talk. You know, that night we first met... I thought you were still in college."
Josh gave a surprised laugh. "Yeah?"
Ryan blushed. "Yeah. I mean, you're big, like a jock, but you look young. If you don't mind my asking.... how old are you?"
"23."
"Wow."
"What?" Josh was nervous. "Too young for you?"
Ryan exhaled, "My friends would think so."
"You listen to your friends?"
"Probably too much. Listen. Fuck `em," Ryan said, getting his previous mojo back. "I'm out on a date with the hottest guy in Manhattan."
"I live in Brooklyn," Josh quipped.
"All right, the hottest guy in Brooklyn, then." He took a sip of his drink, then spoke. "Listen, feel free not to answer this, and you can even tell me to fuck off... but you generally date older guys?"
Sheepishly Josh nodded. "Yeah. Though to be honest, I've never gotten to the dating phase. This is the first time, really. I've always been afraid of what my friends will say, too." He paused. "Can I ask how old you are, Ryan?"
"43. Got my 44th coming up in a few weeks."
"Nice," Josh said.
It might have come out patronizing, but instead Ryan could tell he meant it as a genuine compliment. "You really like us old dudes?" he asked with a self-deprecating air.
"If they make them like you, hell yeah," Josh, "a lot of young guys would line up for a chance with a daddy like you." He saw Ryan flinch a little. "You don't like the D word?"
"It's OK," the ex-jock said, "It is what it is. I just don't always see myself that way. As a daddy. I think in my mind I'm still that regular fun-loving guy in my 20s. Maybe that's why I go for younger guys, cause I find that energy a complete turn on."
Josh took his turn to clasp his hand on Ryan's shoulder. "Look. Let's forget about the age thing for the moment. You're hot, period."
Ryan smiled. "Wise words, for a kid who looks like he could be a college sophomore." He winked. "You know, it wasn't until I saw you out Thursday that I figured you had a job."
"The way I was dressed?"
"Yep. Finance? Advertising?"
"Finance. Assistant Market Analyst.
"I'm impressed."
"Don't be. It's a made up bullshit title. Pure entry level."
"You're twenty-fucking three. Of course you're gonna be entry level. You guys today are so impatient."
Josh shot him a playful glare. "And you guys are always patronizing."
"Maybe. But I'm right on this. Unless you're in baseball," he winked. "In which case thirty-five is over the hill."
"Was it fun?" Josh asked.
"It was a job and real hard work. But yeah, it was a blast. I miss it." Ryan looked at his watch. "Our table should be about ready. Shall we?"
The end of the evening had been perfectly chaste. A little tongue in their goodbye kiss, which lingered for a good minute at the entrance to the F-train. But the two men said good night and went their separate ways.
Josh knew he had a dilemma on his hands. He wanted to spend time with Ryan again, and soon. But he knew he couldn't be too clingy. Couldn't rush this. Hell, maybe the guy wasn't ready to date a 23 year old. Or maybe the problem wasn't Ryan, it was Josh's fear of telling his friends. He imagined showing up with Ryan to a dinner or a party. Hell, maybe nothing would be different. His friends weren't dicks after all, even Darren deep down. But it meant Josh would have to be open, upfront, admit to himself and others the daddy fixation he had. Something about it embarrassed the young man.
He was running a million issues through his head but when he stepped out of the subway in Brooklyn a message awaited him. Ryan. "Had a great date with the hottest guy in Brooklyn. Hope we can do it again?"
Josh excitedly typed out a response. "Yessir, would like that. TTYL"
The young man felt aroused as he settled into this empty apartment. He rubbed his prick in his slacks, feeling it firm up. Man he would have loved to be doing it with Ryan Miller right now. "Patience, my friend," he said aloud to his now hardening cock.
Then, getting an idea, he opened his laptop. A couple of Google searches and he found what he was looking for. Pictures of Ryan Miller in his ballplaying heyday for the Giants. Josh actually preferred the 43 year old version to the younger man in the pictures. Still, he had to admit that Ryan was one hot looking player and that the uniform accentuated his looks even more.
He pulled up one photo, and enlarged it. Ryan at bat. His torso twisted in pure power-hitting pose as his bat connected with the ball. Josh unzipped and pulled out his cock, hard and angry now. He gave a quick spit or two into his palm and started a quick JO on his tool.
"Fuck man," he said, again aloud. "You wanna be my daddy? Show me what I'm missing? I'll suck you off, dad, just like before. Even better. Your dad spunk shooting into me, down my throat. Oh fuck me, Ryan. Fuck! Fuck!" Josh's body seized rigid and thick jets of white cum splashed on his laptop and coffee table.
He caught his breath and wiped up the mess. Leaning back he exhaled. "Josh my man, you're a fucking perv," he thought.
4
Their second date was more casual, the very next day. The two men had texted back and forth and finally talked on Sunday morning.
"Any interest in meeting up tonight?" Ryan asked. "I have a basketball game this afternoon but if you don't mind playing it by ear, we could meet up after. Maybe around 5?"
Josh felt excited but tried to act as nonchalant and laid back as Ryan came across. "Sounds good. I'll be in the East Village with some buddies. Wanna just text me when you're done?"
"Sound like a plan. Maybe we can go to the burger joint this time."
"Sure. My treat this time," Josh said.
It was quarter of 6 before Josh got a text.
Ryan: "Sorry, big guy. Running late. Just got done."
Josh: "That's OK. No rush."
Ryan: "If want to come over to come over to my place, you can hang out while I get ready. Shouldn't take long."
Josh: "All right."
Ryan texted the address.
By now, Josh had spilled the beans to his friends that he'd gone on a date. He'd alluded to the fact the guy was older but didn't mention how much older. So when he said he had to go, the fellas started teasing him. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Darren said, as Josh shut the door to Darren's walkup apartment and bounded down the stairs. Damn, he was acting like an excited schoolgirl but he couldn't help it. He'd been on a number of dates the last couple of years, but never could he remember going on a date with someone he was actually excited about. Something about Mr. Miller pushed every button and checked every box for Josh - and then some.
It didn't take Josh long to get to Chelsea, and when he got to Ryan's place it turns out his date had just gotten home. His shirt was sweat-soaked and his short hair matted wet. Josh was starting to think it was impossible for the man not to look hot. He gave Josh a quick peck as he let him inside. "Sorry I'm a sweaty mess, bud. I'll shower up. You can watch TV while I get ready," he said. He peeled off his T-shirt and Josh almost gasped at the sight of the man's chest. It was mostly smooth, clearly manscaped with tufts of trimmed soft hairs on his pecs. Those pecs were large and pumped shelves of muscle, even more impressive bared than they'd been bulging in Ryan's shirts. Best of all they were capped by large, meaty red-brown aureoles, which stuck out at the end of the muscle swells. "Feel free to change channels," Ryan said, smirking a little as he ate up the young man's attention.
"Yeah, sure," Josh said, plopping on the couch, turning his attention to a preseason baseball game that was on.
When Ryan had left the room and gone down the hall to get ready, Josh reached down and grabbed his hard prick, pinching the base to get it to go down a little. "Easy there, buddy," he thought.
He was starting to follow the game - Royals versus Tigers - when Ryan appeared, fresh from his shower and nude as the news. Fuck, his body was magnificent, thought Josh, transfixed as the man walked in front of him, a hard prick swaying firmly with each step. He'd seen that cock, that first night, the fat hard marvelous strength of it, but here, now, he could openly examine the massive hard dick. In the light, the tool was veiny and ridged with a large urethra giving it all a more triangular shape. The head was not a mushroom head but the glans was large, fitting the girth of the cock. The end flared open slightly and a pearly sap collected at the slit.
"I wanted to get to this last night," Ryan said hoarsely. "I keep thinking about that blowjob you gave me."
Josh grinned and reached forward to grasp that prick. Heavy, hot to the touch, already dripping. He brought it to his mouth and licked the tip, swirling his tongue around the head to gather up the precum.
"Fuck, yes, like that, man." Ryan's chest heaved as he breathed in and out. His hand reached up and started stroking Josh's head, encouraging him. "You're so good at this buddy," he growled as his prick popped into his date's mouth, filling up the 23 year old's craw.
"Hot damn. Suck it. Suck me, buddy. Eat that cock." Ryan was definitely a verbal guy, and Josh was discovering that he liked verbal. A lot. His throat opened up and he craned his head down to wedge more in. Ryan Miller's fat dick pushed in deeper, into the snugness of Josh's throat. "Holy crap." Now Josh's tongue was fluttering against his cock base, pushing Ryan closer to coming.
Reluctantly, the older man pulled out, his heavy cock plopping free with a pop of suction as it now stood rigid and ready to shoot, and dripping with Josh's spit. "Not yet," was all he instructed. He leaned down and gave Josh a heavy kiss, their tongues battling. Finally, he gripped Josh's arms and pulled him up. "Here," he said, turning the young man around. Roughly, he reached around the young stud's waist and fiddled with the button and zipper to his jeans. With a shove, he pushed them down Josh's thighs.
"Damn, you're hard," Ryan growled, manhandling Josh's prick, which was exposed now, since he'd gone commando. "And you're ready, too. Nice." Ryan's tongue was practically fucking Josh's ear before he pulled away and knelt down. His breath was the only advance warning of what was about to come.
"Jesus!" It was Josh's turn to swear as Ryan's talented tongue began licking along his crack. Nice, wide swipes up and down, first exploring the new territory before finding its target, Josh's drumtight pucker, and starting a fluttering drill motion with the tongue tip. "Oh man," Josh whimpered. He'd been eaten out before, but this felt like the first time. Intense, possessive, and experienced. Tears were streaming down his face and his prick twitched in neglect. The sensation was an overload, and the stud didn't know how much more he could take.
Ryan leaned back a little, his sight still firmly on the magnificent jock hole in front of him. "Open up the endtable drawer," he commanded. He leaned forward and started munch butt again.
It took Josh a second to look around, but he saw. Next to him. He reached over and opened the drawer. Ryan was prepared all right. A big bottle of lubricant and a few Magnums were there. As best he could with Ryan eating him out, he pulled out the provisions and set them on the couch.
Ryan now took a break and leaned back. "Tell me you want this, big guy," he said, already reaching for the rubber. "I wanna fuck you bad." He tore the foil packet in his teeth.
"Yeah," Josh hissed. "Go for it man."
He'd barely answered when a squirt of lube covered his hole, quickly succeeded by a probing finger. "Tight, man," Ryan observed, now almost in a sex trance. "I can barely fit two in there." But he did, pushing and finally twisting his digits so they both plopped in, eliciting a gasp from Josh. As Ryan pushed them in and out, the hole gradually loosened. A little. At that moment, Josh wish he'd had more experience bottoming. It had been too long, and he felt tight and almost virgin again.
Ryan didn't seem to be complaining. His finger fucking became more aggressive, till he held still and gently shoehorned another finger inside. Three fat fingers. Pushing into that creamy smooth bubble butt. "You cherry?" he grunted.
"No, sir," Josh said meekly. "But, fuck, you make me feel that way again."
Now turned on beyond patience, Ryan Miller stood up, his hardon not willing to wait anymore. He rolled on the Magnum and pinched the reservoir tip a little before slathering on a sheen of lubricant. "We're gonna play safe, then," he said.
"Definitely," Josh agreed. Part of him would love to feel this man's bare cock drilling into him, but he, like Ryan, had his wits with him.
"Take off your shirt," the older man, said, and Josh complied, feeling Ryan's powerful hands run up and down the lengths of his sides and around the front. "Perfect body, big guy," he said approvingly as he stepped in, nestling his condom-covered cock in Josh's crack. "Did you play ball in college?"
"Lacrosse," Josh grunted.
Ryan was kissing the back of his neck. "Perfect. I'm gonna fuck a lacrosse jock." Reaching down he nudged his erection at Josh's back entrance. "Don't worry, bud, I know how to take my time."
And he did. By the time Ryan's fat cock finally invaded Josh's rectum the young man was waiting for it and relaxed. Ready. More rapidly now, that massive prick sunk inside him and he leaned forward, bracing himself on the couch cushion.
"You sure this ass isn't cherry? I can't remember the last time I fucked a hole this tight."
"You're a big guy," Josh observed, taking deep breaths in and out but still enjoying the welcome sensation of being penetrated.
"I got enough equipment to get the job done," Ryan laughed, then pulled back a little, before pushing in again. Now thrusting. Fucking Josh. "I don't know if I can take my time this go around, though, buddy," he huffed, working up his pace now. "I may need to go for the sprint."
"Go ahead. Fuck me," Josh urged. "Like that. Just like that."
Josh could practically hear the proud sneer on the man's face as he battered his large rod in and out. The pace and angle was punching something deep inside Josh. "Oh fuck," he cried, his voice pitched higher.
"My boy gonna come?" Ryan's deep voice, particularly the word Boy, pierced through Josh's psychic defenses.
"Yessir..." he grunted and just in time Ryan's large mitt cupped against Josh's spasming dickhead as the young man ejaculated in the most intense orgasm of his life. After he rode out his cum, Ryan grabbed his chest from behind and started smearing the fresh sperm all over as he gripped and held the young man.
"Ready for me to come, boy? Ready for me to get my nut? You're gonna push me there. Real fast. I'm gonna.. Oh Christ! Ugh!" In contrast to his commanding, in-control sex talk and his tenor voice, Ryan Miller's ejaculations were accompanied by high, choked guttural noises.
"Damn," he swore as he came down, now gently rubbing Josh's muscular torso, down to the rockhard eight pack. "Sorry, big guy, I couldn't wait for that. Been thinking about you all day." He pulled back and dislodged his prick, which had shot a heavy deposit of semen in the rubber. He peeled it off and showed Josh. There had to be almost a half cup of sperm in there. "See?"
Josh leaned up, rubbing his ass and shaking out the kinks in his legs. He turned around and nodded to the used condom, heavy with jizz. "Wow. You always shoot that much?" He thought back to that first time, when Ryan had shot down his throat. It had seemed like a lot, but he wasn't sure if he had any basis for comparison, having swallowed the load before.
Ryan gave a toothy grin. "Well, you got me kinda worked up there. How ya doing? I hope it wasn't too much."
Josh met him in a quick kiss. "Perfect. It was a little intense, but awesome, too."
"You hungry? I think we earned those burgers."
"Mind if I use your shower?" Josh said. "I feel all sticky and lubey."
"Be my guest."
"So you play basketball?" Josh asked as the two men sat and ate their burgers. "Pick up games?"
"On a team. In the gay sports league," Ryan answered. "A couple of my buddies are on it and asked me to join. And at 43 you can use all the cardio you can get."
"Oh c'mon," Josh protested at the man's self-consciousness about his age.
"Nah, I'm serious. I'm not trying to have a pity party, but it's just facts. Young guys like you have a different metabolism. I gotta bust my butt nonstop and I still won't ever have the stomach you got."
Josh blushed. "Well," he said softly, "I think you're perfect. Honest."
Ryan bumped his knee against his date's. "Thanks, big guy. Coming from you that means a lot. Really."
"Well count me as the newest member of the Ryan Miller fan club."
"I didn't know I had a fan club," Ryan chuckled.
"I find that hard to believe," Josh flirted. "Don't tell me you haven't left a string of broken hearts behind."
Ryan fixed Josh with his blue eyes, with a gaze Josh couldn't tell was serious or joking. "I've dated my share of men, if that's what you're asking. Some of their hearts I'm sure I broke but it's gone the other way, too." He popped a french fry in his mouth, and pushed them away, to get the remainder out of reach. "What about you? At 23 I had zero serious dating experience."
"A little," admitted Josh. "Never nothing more than a couple of weeks."
"Not looking to date long term?"
"Sure. But it hasn't clicked yet."
"But you're open to it?"
"Definitely. What about you? What are you looking for?"
"I'd like something serious. A lot. It's been tough, cause since my last big breakup, I find myself going for younger guys. Like half my age." Ryan took a drink of beer as he gathered what he wanted to say. "And don't get me wrong, it's incredible to meet a guy like you, but I never know how the age difference is going to play out."
Josh felt defeated. Deflated, even. "Are you saying you don't want to go on any more dates?"
"Hell no. I'm loving this. I'd be thrilled if you wanted to go out with me again. It's what I've been missing really. I love the connection between us. Already."
Josh relaxed but something still didn't feel right. "Sounds like you got more on your mind, though."
"We just gotta feel this out. That's all I'm saying. I've never had a successful relationship with someone this much younger than me. Probably my own shit..."
"It's not me, it's you," Josh interjected a little mockingly. He couldn't help it.
Ryan bit his lip. "Man, I'm such a dick. You're right."
"No, you're not," said Josh. "Well, maybe just a little," he laughed. "I didn't expect to have this conversation so soon, but it's all good. It's good to know where you're coming from, actually."
"I only have one regret so far."
"What?"
"I would love to have you over to spend the night, big guy. But I have to travel tomorrow for work, bright and early."
"Yeah, it is a school night," Josh sighed, wishing he could go over to Ryan's. It would be a first, at least with an older guy, and he didn't realize how much he craved it.
"I'll make it up to you next weekend, I promise." The happy-go-lucky, flirty Ryan Miller had returned.
"Yeah?" said Josh. "How?"
"It's a surprise," the man smirked. "Just keep your Friday evening open. And your Saturday morning, too."
Josh laughed. "Yessir." He had no idea if the upcoming week would seem longer or shorter than the interminable wait of the previous one.