Mountain Men

Chapter 3 - "Cal, Jr."

By Everett

Mark and I were a good fit. He fell into a daily routine, doing things that made my life more pleasant than I ever remembered it being.

Mark understood from our first day together, starting that night at the Triangle, that he would be naked 24/7. I enjoyed watching him move about - stretching, twisting, bending - as he did his chores. His ass was a true delight. I remember when I was in the army, a fellow recruit asked me if I was a tit man or an ass man. I was passing for straight back then and my answer didn't blow my cover. "An ass man," I replied emphatically. I still am an ass man, and will be until the day I die.

"Get your boots on," I said to Mark. "We're goin' for a walk."

"Yes, Sir," Mark said. "Is that all I'll be wearing, Sir?" he asked.

"Socks, if you want 'em."

"Thank you, Sir."

Mark grabbed his socks and boots, sat on the porch steps and put them on, getting ready for walking through the woods.

I tied a length of rope through the ring of Mark's new slave collar. "This way," I said, and I led him up the side of the mountain behind my house, deeper into the woods where I thought there was virtually no chance of meeting a neighbor or a hiker.

"Here," I said when we reached a large oak in a clearing. "Get over to that tree over there. Face the trunk."

Mark did as he was told. "Hug the tree," I said. His arms didn't quite go around the trunk. I tied his wrists and tested the rope to make sure he was bound securely.

I walked behind Mark and ran the palms of my hands across his smooth, lightly rippled shoulders, down his sides and up and down his back. I caressed his perfectly shaped ass mounds and sliced my hands one at a time through his crack. "Great ass," I said. "I'm gettin' hard just rubbing your pretty ass."

"I'm glad, Sir," Mark said.

"Master," I said. "Call me 'Master'."

"Is that how it is now, Sir?" he asked.

"That's how it's been since day one," I replied.

"Yes, Master," he said.

I knelt in the leaves behind Mark and spread his furry ass cheeks with the heels of my hands. His pucker was inviting. I leaned forward and kissed and licked it. "Ahhh, yes, Master," Mark sighed.

I made a circle of my lips and placed my mouth tightly around his pucker. I sucked and licked. Mark jutted his ass back, opening his hole a little more. I fucked it with my tongue, getting in as deeply as I could.

I leaned back and spit between his ass cheeks and spread the wetness around his hole. I stuck my index finger through his sphincter and fucked him with it.

"That's nice, Master. Thank you."

I stood, opened the front of my jeans and took out my cock. It was already hard and some precum was oozing from its tip. I dribbled a stream of spit onto the shaft and jacked it momentarily, smearing together the spit with the precum. Then I stepped closer, placing my feet outside Mark's, and pressed my glans against his opening. Mark again jutted his ass outward and my cock slid into him easily.

"You've got a great ass for fucking," I told him.

"It's your ass to fuck, Master," he said. "Use me. Fuck my ass."

I placed my hands on his hips and pushed into him until my pubes were against his ass. I pushed and ground my hips, feeling every part of his rectum with my cock. It was warm, and he moved his hips in small circles increasing the cock-rectum contact.

"Keep it up, Slut Boy," I said. "Wriggle your ass. Make me come."

"Oh, Sir," he said in breathless tones. "I love your hard cock up my cunt. Fuck me."

I pulled my cock out until the corona of my glans stretched his rubbery ring, and then I buried it forcefully to the hilt.

"Yes, Master. Do it."

I repeated the motion, stretching and burying; picking up the rhythm. "Squeeze your hole, Slut," I said. "Squeeze it tight."

I heard some rustling noises in the undergrowth. Last year's leaves lay thick, and white-tailed deer were plentiful in the woods around my house. I didn't give the noise a second thought and continued the rhythmic fucking of my boy.

"Wa-cha doin', Mr. Jerry?"

I jerked my head around and saw a boy, probably not yet twenty, staring at Mark and me. He had an uncomprehending look on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" I barked.

"You know me, Mr. Jerry," the boy answered. "I'm Cal Davis."

"Big Cal's son, are you?"

"That's me, all right. Wa-cha doin'?" he asked again.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I reckon you're fuckin' that fella in the ass."

"Well, you'd be reckonin' about right," I answered.

The intruder leaned against a nearby tree and watched me with interest. "You just gonna stand there gaping?" I asked.

"I don't know, Sir. I guess so."

I pulled out of Mark's asshole, stuffed my erection into my jeans and faced the newcomer.

"Well, Cal, Jr.," I said. What do you think your daddy'd say if he knew I was fucking this fella up his ass?"

"I don't rightly know," the boy answered.

"Is there any reason why you'd feel obliged to tell him?"

"No, Sir," he said. "I don't reckon there is."

I paused and studied the boy's face. He seemed guileless enough; innocent, even.

"Why don't you go on home?" I asked.

"I was just wonderin' how it feels to do what you were doin'."

"I think you have an idea, Cal. Jr."

"Not really," Cal said.

"Feels kinda like fuckin' pussy, I suppose," I said. "You know what it feels like to fuck a girl's pussy, don't cha?"

Cal rearranged his fully erect cock in his jeans to a more comfortable position before he answered me. "No, Sir, Mr. Jerry. I never fucked nothin' before."

"Zat right?" I asked. "Never messed around with your friends either? Some boys let their friends fuck them up the ass sometimes."

"No, Sir, Mr. Jerry. Never did that either."

"How old are you anyway?" I asked, not wanting to find myself on the wrong side of the law.

"Eighteen, Mr. Jerry. I'll graduate high school in June if everything turns out as planned."

"Eighteen, huh. Well, how'd you like to find out first hand what it feels like to fuck a man's fine ass?"

The boy hesitated as if he were mulling the idea over before he answered. "That might be OK," he said at last.

"If I was to let you fuck this fella up the ass, who else would likely hear about it?"

"No one, Mr. Jerry. I'm real good at keepin' secrets."

"That's nice to know, Cal, Jr. So, do you think you'd like to try fuckin' this guy's ass?"

"Suppose I would, Mr. Jerry. I sometimes jack off thinkin' about stuff like this. Not this exactly, but stuff kinda like this."

"Well, if you're serious, take it out and come on over here."

Cal opened his jeans much the same as I had done a little while earlier and took out his cock. It was rigid and bigger than I expected it might be; but after all, to be eighteen is to be a man. In fact, his cock was longer than mine. Fatter, too.

He walked and stood behind Mark. "Spit on it and get it wet," I said. "Makes fuckin' easier."

Cal did as I suggested and looked at me.

"Go ahead," I said. "Stick it in."

Cal didn't need any further prompting. He pushed his cock into Mark's hole and began fucking, making Mark moan and sigh in the process. He put his hands on Mark's hips and picked up the pace of his fucking. His brow was furrowed with his effort and he lodged his lower lip behind his upper teeth. "Fuck," he said softly. "Goddam! Fuck!" And he increased his speed even more. His jeans slid down his legs showing his great bubble butt. He drove his shaft into Mark fast and deep.

"I'm gonna come," he panted.

"Push it home," I said. "Come deep up his ass. He likes it deep."

Cal pushed his cock as deeply into Mark as he could. He grunted and rammed as he pumped out his load in several forceful spurts.

Spent, he pulled his cock out of Mark and staggered back a few steps. I caught him in my arms to keep him from tripping over a fallen tree branch. "How was it?" I asked.

"It was great, Mr. Jerry," Cal said after he regained his footing. "I never figured it would be as good as that."

"How'd you like to see your load?" I asked.

"I don't know. How'd that work?"

"I'll show you. Or rather, my boy will. Come on."

I led the bare-assed boy to Mark and we knelt behind him. "Push it out, Boy. Show Cal, Jr. what he just pumped up there."

Mark jutted out his ass yet again and grunted. A little white droplet appeared on the lips of his ass. "More, Boy. Push it out."

Mark grunted again and a small stream of cum dribbled out of his asshole and ran down his inner thigh.

"Catch it with your fingers," I said to Cal. "Put it in his mouth. He likes to eat the cum of fellas who fuck him, don't you Boy?"

"Yes, Master," Mark said.

"He called you 'Master'," Cal said incredulously.

"Go on," I said. "Do as I told you."

Cal scooped up the cum with two fingers and put it to Mark's lips. Mark opened his mouth and Cal inserted his cummy fingers. Mark licked them clean.

"Gol-ly," Cal exclaimed.

"You interrupted me," I said to Cal. "I'm just gong to finish what I started before you came along. You gonna stay and watch?"

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Jerry," Cal said. He pulled up his jeans and closed his fly.

"Cum makes the best lube," I told Cal. "Lots better than spit, and there's still plenty of your cum up his ass to help me along."

My cock was still hard, and I entered Mark again and resumed my fucking. It took me longer to finish than it took Cal from beginning to end. But when I felt my climax start to build I knew it was going to be spectacular. I was right.

I pulled out and waved my sticky cock in Cal's direction. "You wanna clean me up?" I asked.

"What'd'ya mean, Mr. Jerry?" he asked.

"I mean, do you want to suck my cock until all your cum and my cum and anything else that's on it from this fella's ass is cleaned off it."

"Na. I don't think so."

"That's OK. You'll be happy to do it, won't you Boy?"

"Yes, Master," Mark said dutifully.

I untied the rope that held Mark's wrists. He dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth and cleaned me up. Cal watched the proceedings studiously.

When Mark was finished cleaning my cock, I stuffed it back into my jeans and buttoned up. I turned to Cal. "What are you up to now?" I asked.

"I dunno," he answered.

"We're gonna go back to the house now," I said.

"Can I go too?" Cal asked.

"Suit yourself," I said. I still had Mark on his leash as we walked homeward.

"Where's his cloths?" Cal asked.

"Back at the house," I said.

"Why isn't he wearing anything?"

"I want him naked as much as possible," I said.

"Why do you have that rope tied around his neck?"

"That's his leash," I said, not really answering his question.

"He called you 'Master'," Cal observed again.

"That's because I am his master. And he's my slave."

"Your slave," Cal fairly shouted in surprise. "That's not legal."

"It's not legal to buy a person and keep him in slavery against his will. But that's not what's going on here. You tell him, Boy."

"Master Jerry's right," Mark said. "He's my master because I want to serve him as a slave. I gave myself to him and now he has complete control over me."

"Well, what do you do?" Cal asked.

"Anything my master tells me to do. Mostly I do housework. You know, things maybe your mother does, like cleaning, cooking, laundry; that kind of thing. Also, I do some gardening and other outdoor chores.

"But mostly, I'm Master Jerry's sex slave. Like today. He wanted to tie me to a tree and fuck me from behind so that's what he did. Of course, that was OK with me. He likes to fuck me and I like being fucked.

"Then you came along and saw us and he decided to give me to you to fuck. I didn't have anything to say about that. He can take me when he wants to and he can give me to someone else if he wants to do that. I will do anything I'm told to do, but I know that he will always see to it that no one hurts or abuses me. As long as I am his slave I have nothing to say about anything."

"Humm. So, you like it when Mr. Jerry fucks you?"

"Oh, yes. We both like that."

"Does he pay you to be his slave?"

"No, Dear," Mark laughed. "Slaves don't get paid. I guess he'd give me money if he thinks I need it, but that hasn't happened yet. But he takes care of me. He buys what I need like food and other things. He takes very good care of me, and I take care of him by doing the things I do. I love my master and I love being his slave."

"Weird," Cal said.

"I suppose," Mark said, "but it's what we like. We're happy."

"You coming in?" I asked Cal as we approached my cabin. "It's almost suppertime. I expect you'll be wanted at home."

"Not tonight," Cal said. "Mom and Dad had a fight yesterday and Mon went to Gram's until things settle down."

"What about your daddy? Won't he worry if you're not home by suppertime?"

"No way," Cal said emphatically. "He tied one on and he won't be himself for days. That's why they fought,"

"Well, in that case, you're welcome to eat with us," I suggested.

"I'd like that," Cal said.

"Come on in then," I said. "Supper won't be long."

Cal hung with Mark as he moved around the kitchen making our meal. I listened in on their conversation. Cal had lots of questions and he careened from topic to topic helter-skelter.

"Are you always naked?" he asked

"Pretty much," Mark said.

"You like being naked all the time?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter whether I like it or not. It's what Master Jerry likes, so that's the way it is."

"But do you like it?"

"I like pleasing Master Jerry, and that's all that matters."

"Do you have a name?"

"Of course I have a name. I'm Mark."

"My name's Cal."

"I know. Just like your daddy."

"How'd you know? Do you know my dad?"

"I met him once - at the Triangle."

"He goes there a lot. My mom says that's a bone of contention."

"I guess I can see that," Mark said.

"What choo makin'?"

"Fried chicken and dumplin's."

"And white gravy?"

"Would you like white gravy?"

"Yeah. That's one of my favorite things."

"Then you shall surely have white gravy."

"Why'd you say 'shall' instead of 'will'?"

"I don't know. I remember my old English teacher talkin' about such things when I was in high school back in the Dark Ages. I just don't remember exactly what it was she said."

"'Dark Ages'," Cal chortled. "You're funny."

"But not very original," Mark said.

"You said you like being fucked."

"That's true. I do."

"Did you like it when I was fuckin' you? Did it feel good?"

"Yes, Little Master. It felt especially good when you fucked me."

"You're just sayin' that."

"No, I'm not. It's true. I liked it a whole lot when you were fucking me."

"Why's that?"

"Well, I suppose it's because you have such a nice cock."

"In what way, nice?"

"Well, it's long for one thing. And kind of fat. It filled me up real good. And then there was the tempo."


"Yeah. You know. Speed. You started out fucking me slow, and then you gradually picked up the speed. And you did it deep, too. It was like, when you got into it, you really liked what you were doing."

"I did," Cal said with feeling. "It felt good for me, too."

"I'm glad," Mark said. "Fucking ought to feel good."

"Can I fuck you again sometime?"

"Well, now, I suspect you can guess that's not up to me. You'll have to take that up with Master Jerry."

"Wha' da you think he'll say if I asked?"

"I have no way of knowing.

"One thing I do know is that he likes to eat his dinner while it's piping hot. Go call him and tell him everything's ready."

Cal kept up his stream of questions pretty much the whole way through dinner. Afterward. he took the same spot he was in earlier and chatted with Mark as he cleaned the dishes.

"My dad beats me when he gets drunk," he said.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mark said.

"Yeah," Cal went on. "That's why I didn't go home last night. I wish Mom had taken me to Gram's with her, but she kinda just ran away in a hurry. I don't blame her, though."

"So, where did you sleep last night?"

"In Manning's barn. Mr. Manning didn't know it, though."

"Are you going to go home tonight? Sleep in your own bed?"

"No way," Cal said. "I'd be crazy to go there."

I meandered into the kitchen then and leaned against the wall. "Where do you think you might sleep tonight?" I asked.

"Dunno," Cal said. "Maybe back at Manning's."

"What would your daddy say if you slept here?" I asked.

"He'd never know," Cal said.

"I think Mark could sleep in his own room tonight and you could take his spot in my bed. Bed's not big enough for three, but you and I could be plenty comfortable."

"I dunno," Cal said. He paused, then added, "Better than Manning's ole barn, I reckon.

"I think I'll watch a ball game 'til bedtime. You like basketball, Cal?"

"I like playing it better 'n' watchin', but it's OK, I guess."

The three us us settled in front of the TV. When Mark offered to get us beers, Cal opted for a soft drink. "Seven-Up if you have it," he said.

"Sorry, Little Master. Coke or ginger ale."

"Ginger ale's fine."

It was nearly 10:30 when I stretched my limbs and said, "I think I'm ready to hit the sack."

"Uh, Mr. Jerry. Do you think I could take a shower tonight. I don't have any clean clothes to put on, but I'd like to take a shower anyway."

"Sure. Mark'll get you what you need. I'm going to turn in now."

I got into bed and was reading a magazine when Cal came into the bedroom. "Guess I'll take my shower now," he said.

I watched as Cal pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was broad and covered with downy blond hair, and his torso and arm muscles were well developed. "You have a nice body," I told him.

"Thanks. Dad has a set of free weights. I work out with them some."

"Come on over here," I said. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. Cal came over and stood in front of me. I put my hands up and rubbed them over his pecs and abs.

"Hard," I said. "Mighty nice.

"Well," I said, "you'd better take that shower."

Cal stepped back, kicked off his shoes and stooped over to take off his socks. He grabbed the towel Mark had given him and headed for the bathroom. "You always shower with your pants on?" I asked.

Cal looked at me. "No, Sir," he said. He hesitated briefly, then took off his jeans and undershorts. His cock was long and fat and was just a tad enlarged, showing its downward curve. His balls were big and hung low in their hairy sack. "You have nice equipment," I said. "You must'a gotten that from your daddy."

"I don't know, Mr. Jerry. How'd you know about my daddy's equipment?"

"Just goes ta' figure," I said. "You know - genes and all. 'Like father, like son,' as they say." I hoped I hadn't blathered on too long. I don't embarrass easily, but I could feel my face getting warm.

Cal turned and walked from the room, towel in hand. My, what a fine ass! Round and firm-looking with cute dimples above and deep depressions on the sides. I was hoping for a chance to caress and explore.

Cal was not long in the shower. He had the towel tied around his waist when he came back into the bedroom. "I don't have no P.J.s," he said.

"Don't need 'em," I said. "Mark and me - we sleep in the altogether. You can, too."

Cal hesitated. "I guess that'll be OK," he said.

"Lose the towel," I said.

Cal dropped the towel on the foot of the bed. His cock was arched away from his balls a little and they were slightly higher than before he took his shower. I lifted the covers and he slowly got under them.

"Scoot on over," I said. "I'll make you warm. I like sleeping close to a warm body myself. How about you?"

"I sleep alone," Cal said.

"Well, you're not alone tonight. I was thinking we might have some fun together."


"Yeah. You know how Mark says he likes getting fucked?"

"I remember."

"Well, I was wonderin' if you might like it, too."

Cal's response was measured and slow. "I-don't-think-so," he said.

"How about if I give you a blow job? Think you might like that?"

Cal hesitated before answering. "That might be OK," he eventually said.

"You ever have a blow job?" I asked.

"No. I never," Cal said.

"Well, you're in for a treat. I've been told I give a first rate blow job." I reached under the covers and cupped Cal's balls in my hand. I made a fist around his shaft and jacked it briefly.

"You have a mighty fine cock," I said. I pushed the covers off his body, leaned over and took his cock in my mouth.

Cal's cry of surprise soon turned into moans of pleasure. I sucked him hard, taking his shaft deeply into my throat. "Oh, yeah," he said.

I got between his legs and lightly tugged at his balls as I sucked. His cock was fully engorged by this time and that pretty downward curve made it slip easily down my throat. He began lifting his hips to fuck my throat with easy pushes. I put my middle finger against his hole making him quiver. He uttered a muffled cry. I pushed my finger into him and began to fuck him with it.

"You like me fucking you like this, don't you."

"Yes, Sir. It feels real nice.

"Do you ever fuck yourself?"

"With my finger, you mean?"

"Yeah, your finger, or maybe something else."

"Well . . ." He hesitated.

"Go on," I encouraged him.

"Well, not often. But once in a while I stick something up there just to see how it'd feel."

I put my hands behind his knees and lifted his baby-smooth ass into the air. When I kissed his gaping hole he uttered a quivering cry. He grasped my head tightly. I licked and tongue-fucked him. "Anyone ever lick your asshole before?" I asked.

"No, Sir," he said softly.

"You like it?"

"Oh, yes!" he said. I lowered my face and resumed licking him. He squirmed slightly and moaned.

"You like me playing with your asshole, don't you, Boy?"

"Yes, Sir. It feels real nice."

"You'll like this, too," I said. I laid on my back. "Now," I said. "I want you to sit on my face."

"You want me to do what, Sir?"

"Put your feet on either side of my head, face my feet and squat slowly until your asshole is above my mouth." He hesitated again.

"Go ahead," I said. "I want to watch your hole open wide as you squat. Then I'm going to eat it some more."

Cal maneuvered, placing his feet as I told him to. His hole opened as he slowly squatted until I could lick the ring with my tongue. He settled lower and put his forearms on his knees to support himself. I spread his hole as wide as I could and probed it with the point of my tongue, fucking him and making him sigh. "You've got a beautiful hole," I said.

I spit up and licked my spittle around his hole making it wet. I stuck my finger in his ass in this new position, and he sighed again.

I worked my way under him and took his cock in my mouth again. I sucked that beautiful curved rod until Cal shuddered and began to pulse his boy juice into my mouth. I pushed myself up taking him deeper. He finished dumping his load on the root of my tongue; me swallowing each burst as it came from his cock.

He pulled out of my mouth and sat on my chest.

"My cock's real hard," I said. "I want you to sit on it."

"I don't think that's something I want to do, Mr. Jerry."

"Get up, Cal, and sit here." I sat up, crossed my legs and patted the mattress across from me.

He settled cross-legged facing me. I said, "You did everything today that I told you to do, and you had a good time doing it. You fucked Mark and came deep up his ass. You spread your legs and I sucked you off. You even fucked my mouth a little, didn't you?"

"I guess so," he said softly.

"I've eaten your asshole and I know you liked that."

"That's true," he said.

"Well," I said. "Now there's something I want you to do for me."

"I don't think I want to sit on your cock, Mr. Jerry."

"This is what I have in mind. I'm going to lube up your asshole real good, and you're going to lube my cock. Then you're going to lower yourself over my cock just like you did over my face. You're going to hold my cock in position and lower yourself until you feel the tip of my cock against your pretty hole, and you're going to sit.

"It'll feel real fine when your pucker meets my cock. It might hurt a little when it first goes inside, but that won't last long. Pretty soon you'll get used to the feel of it and find that it feels real nice. After a bit, you'll love the feeling. I guarantee it."

"Is that something Mark does?" he asked.

"You know Mark likes my cock up his ass," I said. "He sits on it lots of times."

"I dunno," Cal demurred. "What if it hurts too much?"

"You'll be in complete control. If it hurts too much, just lift yourself off. It'll be as easy as standing up."

"Maybe it'll be O.K.," Cal said still betraying some concern.

"You'll try it, then?"

"Yeah," Cal said meekly. "I'll try it,"

"Good boy," I said. "I appreciate your willingness to try. Remember, if it hurts too much, all you have to do is stand up. But I really think if you stick with it, you'll find it to be real pleasurable."

I took a big glob of grease from my jar of J.O. cream and smeared it around Cal's sweet hole, and I pushed some inside him with my long middle finger. "Feel good?" I asked.

"Mmmm," he cooed. "'Course it does. You could do this all night."

"Some'um better than this finger is waitin' for you," I reminded him.

"Grease up my cock real good."

Cal did as he was told and got my shaft really slippery. "Jack it a bit," I said. "I want you to become real familiar with my cock, Boy. Jack it, and when you're ready, squat over it. Face me when you sit."

He moved into position above my pelvis. He held my cock upright and lowered himself slowly. His own cock was jerking upward and growing hard.

"Good boy," I said encouragingly. "When you're ready, sit the whole way down."

"I don't think I'll be sittin' the whole way down," he said.

"Well, go as far as you can," I suggested.

Cal settled further down. I felt the warmth of his ass engulf my cock head. I placed my hands on his hips as he settled further. "You're a hot boy, Cal, Jr.," I said. "Your ass is warm and it makes my cock feel real good."

He settled further onto my cock, lower and lower. I began a subtle upward thrusting. The warmth of his hot ass made me feel good all over. I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his big cock and began to gently jack. At the same time I increased my upward fucking and Cal settled further down on my shaft. Finally he said, "I did it, Mr. Jerry. I took your whole cock up my ass."

"Yes you did," I said. "How does it feel?"

"OK, I guess," he said.

"Now fuck yourself," I said. "Bob up and down like you're riding a pony."

Cal closed his eyes and began riding my cock. I pressed up with my hands under his thighs to encouraged him to lift higher. "Get a feel for it, Boy," I said. "Feel my hard cock deep up your ass."

"I can feel it all right," he said.

"You like it, don't you, Boy. Tell me you like it."

"Yeah, I do. It fills me up more than your finger does."

"I'm sure of that. I like it and you like it too, don't you?"

"Yeah. Now I know why Mark likes it so much."

"I knew you'd like it," I said. Now, jack your cock while you're riding me. Coming while you're being fucked is one of the best feelings there is."

Cal swiped his fingers over the mouth of the J.O. cream and began to pump his hard cock. It didn't take him long to start shooting his second load in just a few minutes time. He threw back his head and moaned. His first spurt just dribbled out and ran down his shaft, lubricating as it went. His second shot arced over my head and splattered against the headboard. The rest spewed on my chest and abdomen.

When he finished cumming he half slumped his shoulders. "Was I right?" I asked. "It felt real good, didn't it?"

"You sure were right, Mr. Jerry. I think that was the best feeling I ever had when I jacked off."

"Your ass is so sweet," I said. "It feels real good. You're gonna make me come, riding me like that. Do you want my load up your ass, Boy?"

"I don't know, Mr. Jerry. I guess that'd be OK. Mark told me he likes it when you come up his ass."

"Let me up," I said. "I'd like to fuck you proper. Lie on your tummy."

Cal did as I instructed. The curves of his perfect ass invited me in. I knelt between his thighs, placed a hand on each cheek and spread them wide. His hole opened sweetly and I lowered my mouth. I licked and tongue fucked until my neck ached from being in the same position for so long. I sat back on my heels and gazed at his hole. "Eat it," Cal said. "Eat it some more."

I did as he asked before inserting a finger on each side and spreading it wider open. I was now able to tongue-fuck him even deeper than before. "Yes, Mr. Jerry. Eat my hole," Cal whispered.

After a few more minutes I raised up and placed my cock head against his sweet pucker. I pressed and it went in. I held it still, just inside his tight ring. "This OK?" I asked.

"Push it in, Mr. Jerry," he said softly. "Fuck me like you fuck Mark."

I lowered my body onto his and whispered in his ear. "You're gonna love this," I said, and I pushed slowly until my shaft was half way up his ass. I paused briefly, pulled out part way, and pushed in a little deeper. I pulled out less and pushed in more each time. Finally I was balls deep in his hole. Then I fucked him, out some and in as deeply as I could go.

"You like this, Baby?" I asked.

"Mmmm," he said.

"You like me fucking your boy pussy?"

"I do, Mr. Jerry. I didn't ever think I would, but yes, I do like it. I like it a lot," he added.

"You're a hot boy, Cal, Jr.," I repeated. "I'm your man tonight; your sweet lovin' daddy. I'm gonna fucking fill your ass with my load and you're gonna take it. Yeah, Baby. You're gonna love takin' it."

I increased my tempo.

"Who are you, Boy?" I asked as I fucked.

"Wha' d' ya mean, Mr. Jerry."

"You're my baby boy, and I'm your lovin' daddy. Tell me again you love your daddy's cock fuckin' your sweet ass."

"I love you fuckin' my ass, Mr Jerry."

I put my mouth to his ear. "Call me Daddy," I prompted. "Say it again, Sweetheart, but call me Daddy when you say it."

"I love you fuckin' my ass, Daddy. I really do."

I put my hand under his chin and turned his head so I could kiss him on the mouth as I fucked. We opened our mouths and our tongues slipped and slid against each other. I raised and lowered my hips, driving my cock into him as deeply as it could go. I felt my balls bouncing off his soft ass and knew it never gets any better than this. I wriggled my ass to reach into him from every angle possible.

I was ramming my new boy hard now. Ramming my cock home with each thrust.

Soon I felt the load that had been building demand release.

"Tell me you want your daddy's load up your virgin ass," I urged.

"I want your load up my ass, Daddy."

"Here it comes," I said. "Are you ready?"

"Fuck me, Daddy," he urged again, and I pulsed the first of many jets of cum up his teen-aged ass. Cal wriggled his ass and squeezed his sphincter. "Yes," I said. "Take it, Baby. Take my whole load," and I pumped four or five more jets of cum into him.

When I was finished shooting, I relaxed my body on top of him and reached my arms under his chest. I hugged him close. My cock was losing length and hardness but I kept it in him and continued a slow, deliberate fucking motion with my hips.

"You're a hot boy, Cal, Jr.," I said again.

I rolled off Cal's back. We lay side by side on the bed.

"What about Mark?" Cal asked.

"Don't worry about Mark," I said. "He knows his place and he's happy with it. Besides, he likes you, and he's he wants you to be happy, too.

"Grab your towel and wipe yourself off," I said, "and give it to me when you're finished."

Cal wiped the sweat and cum off his body and passed me his still damp towel. "I gotta pee," he said.

When he came back from the john I asked if Mark was asleep.

"I guess so," he said. "There's not a light on in his room."

"Well, get in bed with me, Cal, and snuggle up a bit. I want to sleep close to you tonight."

I tousled Cal's hair and gave him a soft hug. "Give your Daddy a good night kiss, Cal."

He turned his pretty face up to mine and kissed me. Then he rested his cheek on my chest. I held him close.



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