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I’m so caught up in his great work that I don’t even register the kiss at first. I’m surprised.
When I realize that BJ just initiated our first kiss, I tell myself that this won’t do, no.
Cupping his cheeks, I kiss him back. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, then melt on the seat of the digger. I’m kissing a boy, a beautiful boy, my boy, my perfect boy while I’m doing what I love best, and he loves it as much as me.
BJ giggles as he reaches down and rubs my hard cock. "What if this steered the digger, Daddy?"
I smile, readjusting his hardhat because it came loose during our smooch. "There’s only one way to find out."
BJ bursts into laughter. He unzips my pants, then pulls out my cock. He moves it around like it’s a steering rod, but what he doesn’t see is that I’m controlling the real digger with my left hand behind his back.
When he yanks my member down and the digger lifts up more dirt, he gasps at the sight. "Magic!"
I can’t help but laugh. "Yes, boy. Now, how will you get the deposit to drop the dirt in the truck?"
BJ strokes my cock hard and fast. He focuses all his effort on moving this scoop of dirt to the truck, squeezing my dick with vigor.
I come all over the dash, and with my left hand, I release the dirt.
BJ releases my dick and clasps his hands together. "We did it!"
"We sure did."
I’m in love with BJ. Gods know when it happened, but happened, it did. I love him, adore him, and I want to be his Daddy for the rest of my life.
Why did I wait so long to make him one? I could kick myself for being so slow. Slower than a damn turtle.
BJ is the one for me. He outshines any partner I’ve ever had, and my life is bright and full of light only to the extent that he’s in it.
BJ wiggles his bum on my bits. "Uh oh. I wonder what’d happen if you made love to me in the digger."
I groan, smacking BJ’s ass. "Don't make me give you a spanking."
A few working guys stare in shock at us, but I don’t pay them any mind. I know that I have a wonderful relationship and that ninety-nine percent of men would murder their next-door neighbor to attain it. Too bad. I’m the lucky one, because BJ chose me. And I get to be his Daddy, his protector, and his caregiver for a very long time.
BJ whips around to kiss me again. This time, I grip the back of his hardhat, swirling my tongue around his mouth. I take control of every inch of the kiss, showing him how to kiss a man like me.
Perfect day.
Perfect BJ.
TWELVE
BJ
I color the dump truck green, which is so silly. Dump trucks are yellow. At least, the ones on Bryce’s job site were.
Bryce and I are spending the day at Little Land. Waxley and Calloway are with us, and we’ve played all morning.
We leapt into the stuffy pit. Boogied to pop music and lullabies on the dance floor. Swum in the hot tub with rubber duckies.
We even ate unlimited bowls of ice cream which were delicious. I loved the banana flavor, yes because it’s yellow.
Right now, Waxley and Calloway are creating bead pairings for their Daddies.
I thought the bead paintings would be too difficult, so I requested a coloring book and immersed myself in this type of art instead.
I’m not really an innovative creative type—I prefer to draw inside someone else’s lines.
