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Serial - Suddenly Daddy Part 18
🕑 Added 2018-04-26 14:58:53 +0000 UTC This was likely the least erotic chapter I've ever written, but I wanted to give these two some bonding time. Also, more Jeremy ahead so be forewarned. I hadn't really meant to put Poppy off for so long, it's just how it has played out.After chowing down the pizza you head back to bed for another couple of hours of shut eye. As the alarm goes off you quickly shut it off so as not to disturb your lovely bedmate. You very gently kiss her lightly on the shoulder and crawl out of bed. Shit, shower and a shave and you are heading down stairs.
As you get there you notice a light on in the kitchen. You enter to see your sneaky young dick sucker standing in front of a loaf of bread. He was half asleep, his arms hung limply by his sides, he seemed out of it. He wore only a little pink pair of panties that hugged his cute little butt.
“Mornin Dad.” He says in a hushed croak.
“Jeremy! You're up!” You say in too loud a voice for him. You give him a little slap on the back and point toward the bread. “Don't worry about this, I'll grab us some coffee and McMuffins on the way. Go get dressed, something work appropriate.”
He nods and shuffles off like something just risen from the grave. You call after him. “You might want to go boy today, some of my coworkers...well, they can be assholes.” He nods as he continues on to his room. You laugh. The kid was probably already regretting his decision to get up this early to come with you.
You wait for him in the living room. As he comes downstairs a few minutes later you chuckle once more and shake your head. He had on a skin tight white t shirt along with tight fitting jeans that showed off his bubble butt and lithe slender form as much as any girls clothes would. His blonde hair was left loose and natural. He was dressed as a boy, or gender neutral at the very least, but at a glance it still took a few seconds to realize what he was.
He was more awake now, he seemed to actually be aware of what was going on. He prances toward you with the light easy grace of a dancer. As he approaches you put a heavy mitt on each of his shoulders. You look him square in the eyes.
You start, a very serious expression on your face. “Okay, before anything else, about what you did last night.” He smiles brightly, your seriousness immediately cracks as you can't help but chuckle. “Listen, it was great but...please don't do that again! I wanted to go another round with your mother but you put me down for the count. I can't recover like you young bucks can.”
The way he was staring dreamily into your eyes you weren't sure he'd heard a word you said. “You tasted really good.” He sighs. “I love your cock Daddy.”
Oh Jesus. You pat him on the shoulder. “Uh...thanks. Just...if I'm with your Mom, just let me do my thing. Okay?”
He nods. You weren't sure you believed him, but it would have to do for now. “C'mon.” You say with another clap to the shoulder.
You both grab your jackets and head out to your truck. You move a few things to give him room to sit. Jeremy almost seems amused by your truck as he climbs in, it was a far sight from his mother's impeccably clean luxury car. You make a quick stop for a drive through breakfast and to get your thermos filled then start heading down to the depot. The streets were dead, the morning light just starting to light the city in its orange-yellow glow.
Jeremy is all smiles as he eats his egg McMuffin in both hands. For him this must seem an adventure.
Pulling into the yard of your work you park. The pair of you get out. You start toward the office but Jeremy hangs back and hovers around your truck. You wave him to follow. “Come on.”
He smiles and shakes his head. “I'll wait here.” He was still concerned with embarrassing you.
You shrug. “Okay, I'll be right back.”
You walk across the yard and enter the office. A few of the other drivers were by the window as you walk in.
“Ted you dog! Who's the hot blonde? I thought you and Claire were hitting it off.” Murray chides to a chorus of laughs from the others.
You can't help but smile. “That's Jeremy, Claire's boy. He's coming for a ride along.”
Murray sputters and spins his head back to look outside. “HE?”
There is a moment of silence before the entire office bursts into laughter. Murray turns about five shades of pink. As you watch their overblown reactions your realize it may have been a good thing that Jeremy stayed outside. He didn't need to be exposed to this.
The dispatcher, Lisa, hands you the keys for your truck for the day. She gives you a glare. “You know ride alongs are against the rules Ted.”
You give her your most charming smile. “Yeah, yeah. And I know lots of people do it anyways.” Despite a big push from above to clamp down on rules and safety your office was still pretty lax. Speaking of which...you look down at her sandaled feet. “Hey, since you're not wearing your steel toes...like you're suppose to...mind if I borrow them. I have an old pair in the truck but the kid's feet are pretty small.”
The other drivers were still laughing and ribbing Murray and looking out the window. Lisa shrugs. Reaching down she hands them over. They were practically new still as she never wore them. Ignoring your tittering immature coworkers you head back outside. As you get to your truck you see Jeremy had his arms tucked around him almost as if he was cold, he had a nervous look.
“They're looking at me.” He says quietly. Looking over your shoulder you could see the group of guys still by the window. You smile. “You're a good looking young man Jeremy, you should be used to it.”
He smiles back bashfully. You drop the boots by his feet. “Here, wear these. Safety first.”
The boots fit him pretty well. He twists his hips and begins to model the footwear in the most feminine way possible, it just seemed to come naturally to the lad. “I feel so butch.” He giggles.
You just chuckle and shake your head. You wouldn't tell him they were women's boots. Grabbing a few things from the vehicle you head on toward your garbage truck. The pair of you climb in. Once more Jeremy is all smiles, this was all so new to him. He bounces on the seat and begins looking all around the cab. After checking over a few things you start the rig up and head on out.
As you make the long run out to the airport where you began your morning route you nod toward a case in behind you you say. “Want to grab a CD and pop it in.”
He laughs. “CD? You're kidding.” Opening the case he finds your work music that you always brought with you. The disks were all labeled with hand scrawled letters and numbers that only made sense to you.
You shrug. “Yeah, I burned them myself. Lots of classics in there, I hate the new shit on the radio.”
He is still chuckling. “You still burn CD's?”
“What's wrong with that?” You ask.
He doesn't answer, your quaint ways amusing him to no end. Choosing the first disk he pops it into the slot. You crank up the volume. The bass starts and you immediately slide right into your usual crooning, you liked to sing as you drove. “Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets. I ain't got no cigarettes.” You sing along with the old country tune.
As you hump your rig down the freeway you lean over and really ham it up for your captive audience. Belting out the classic song gleefully. Jeremy begins swaying side to side, getting into your hokey old music. He also begins to sing along, doing his best to pick up on the chorus at the very least. “I'm a man of means by no means. King of the roooooad!”
Your duet, he high you low, continues right into the next song. “Almost heaven, West Virginia...” Once more it takes him a bit to get into the swing of the tune but he does his best.
As you get closer you go over some ground rules. He was to stay in the truck unless you told him to come out. When he was outside he would stay well back unless you said otherwise. Few people realized how dangerous sanitation work could be and you wanted to make sure he stayed safe.
“I'll do whatever you say sir.” He smirks with one of those demure glances of his, a none too subtle flirtatious undertone to the words. “Just tell me what you want Daddy.”
You smirk right back. “Good boy.” You stare at each other just a bit too long.
Having pleasant company with you makes your morning just flit right by. It was easy to keep things upbeat as you lift and dump bin after bin into your truck. The same CD is played three times over, Jeremy almost knowing the words by heart by the end. You get out every so often to pick up a stray bag or box, getting Jeremy to put on some work gloves and help out.
You stop and chat with a few folks you regularly saw along the way. You'd had this route for years and had gotten to know a lot of the clientelle, some specifically coming out just to have a quick chat with you. You introduce Jeremy and each time you notice a funny expression on the people's faces. He was so overtly un-masculine that he put a lot of people off. They'd give him a funny look then shoot a sideways glance toward you. You could see he noticed their looks as well. Poor kid, it must be like this everywhere he went. This was obviously what he meant by him embarrassing you. You made sure to make a point of always introducing him plainly and proudly, the last thing he needed was you making him feel worse.
Just before lunch you notice you were a little ahead of schedule so you look over at him. “Want to do the next bin?”
The last bin of the morning was beside a small neighborhood hockey rink. Big empty parking lot, no power lines or overhead branches or obstacles, a beat up old bin standing out by itself. Once more this was against every rule in the book but he couldn't do much wrong here, not with your guidance.
He nods excitedly. “Sure!” After your morning together he seemed to be brimming with confidence and eager to give it a try.
The pair of you switch places. For a moment he just grips the big wheel then runs his hands over the various switches and levers. After some patient explanation and a few false starts you have him driving the truck around the lot, he picked things up fast. Before long he is lining up on the bin. You give him a few veteran pointers but you don't hover over him and correct his every move. He had watched you all morning so he had picked up a few things just by observation. He struggles handling the rig and the levers, he wasn't a strong boy, but he manages.
He gets the forks down, lines it up, and drives it in. He goes extremely slowly and carefully. In the end it is a little too far to the right and there is a bit of scraping, but nothing too bad. Once more under your watchful eye he raises the bin. Up...up...up...and he dumps it. The truck shakes as it always did as the load suddenly shifts then lightens. He gives the bin a few up and down shakes like you did then back down to the ground again. Getting a little over confident he slams the bin with a loud metallic rumble that echoes through the neighborhood.
He grimaces. “Sorry.”
You just smile supportively. “It's okay, you're doing great. Almost done.”
He carefully backs the forks out of the bin, folds them up and gets everything back to normal. He puts the truck in park and pulls the brake.
“There you go my boy, job well done.” You say proudly. “You did real good.”
He is beaming. “Ha ha! I could do more if you want.” He says with flowering confidence.
You shake your head. “Sorry lad, I could be canned if my bosses knew I even did this much.”
He nods. The pair of you switch sides once more. After adjusting a few things you start off again. Bouncing down the road you look over at your attractive young ride along. You wanted to show him a day's work wasn't the worst thing in the world. Judging by the smile on his face it looked like it was mission accomplished.
“Well, that's the morning run.” You state. “I can't have you with me when I dump at the transfer station, supervisor's there. Luckily my place is sort of on the way. I'll drop you off then come back after and we can grab some lunch. Sound good?”
“I could make something.” He offers.
You think about what you had in your apartment...he might be a good cook but he wasn't a miracle worker. You reply. “Don't worry about it, we'll get something from the deli.”
After a short drive you pull up to your apartment. You find a little area to mostly pull off the street and throw on your four ways. Hurriedly you show him up to your humble little apartment.
He looks around curiously as he slowly enters. “This is your place Daddy? It's...different.”
“Yeah. Not much to look at but its all mine. Hauling trash doesn't pay like being a lawyer...or a head chef. Anyways, I gotta get going. Make yourself at home. You can watch TV or something. Computer's busted unfortunately. Anyways, I won't be too long.”
“I'll be waiting.” He says as he pulls off his jacket.
Closing and locking the door as you leave you hurry off to dump your morning trash.
