Page 3 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

“Daddy,” I repeated, which made them both laugh.

“You like a twink?” the brunet asked, his gaze cutting to the blond.

“Twink,” I echoed. He’d said that a few times with the blond. That must’ve been his name.

“Twink and powerbottom maybe?” the brunet added.

So the blond was Twink and the brunet was Powerbottom, perhaps.

“Powerbottom?” I asked, indicating the brunet.

The two eyed one another, cringing as if they’d detected something was off.

“Seems likesomeonemight’ve had too much to drink,” Powerbottom said.

“Yeah, Daddy. You all right?”

I glanced between them, hoping they might provide more conversation to give me time to adjust to their language, but they just continued staring.

“Okay…” Powerbottom said. “This was fun… I guess we should hit the dance floor.”

Twink took Powerbottom’s arm and guided him away.

I clearly needed to spend more time observing their language before interacting.

I watched them go, and when Twink glanced back at me with his beautiful two eyes, my sex organ swelled powerfully. I had found a potential mate I desperately wanted to mate with.

2

TWINK

Last night, Rogerkept texting me about coming out to Jocks. I didn’t want to because I figured I’d run into that asshole Carter, but Roger insisted, so I wound up going out.

I know. I should probably have better boundaries, but how do best friends work with boundaries?

That’s not what I wanted to tell you about, though.

So maybe I wasn’t being as good about drinks as I should have been, but after I got a few in, I was feeling better—much better than I have since the breakup—and then Roger bought me a shot. I should have said no, but I don’t regret it because I saw the hottest Daddy at the bar, standing directly behind us.

He was just my type! Thick, with a chest, head, and face full of dark-brown hair, but unfortunately, leather covering the part I really wanted to see because I just know that guy has a fat cock on him. And the way he was looking at me—sigh—those eyes bored right into me and wanted me to bend over and find out just how fat. Seemed like the kind of guy who could’ve helped me get that bastard Carter—a.k.a. my cheating ex—off my brain.

Despite wanting to chat up Hot Daddy, Roger practically dragged me off to the dance floor, but even there, I was just thinking about Daddy. I must’ve been pretty damn obvious because Roger said, “I know who you’re thinking about.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. He was too drunk to mess around with anyway.”

Still, I wouldn’t have minded him taking me wherever he wanted me.

In the bathroom stall.

In an alley nearby.

His place, my place.

Anyone’s place.

“The guy looked totally out of it,” Roger added. “He could barely get two words out.”

“You think he’s okay?” I asked, concerned.