Taking Action
Caleb awoke bright and early the next morning. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, he had slept very well. The best sleep he had enjoyed at The Croft. As dawn poked through the windows, the sunlight mirroring off the lake surface, Caleb was up and ready for the day ahead.
Julian had beat him downstairs and was standing in sweat shorts, and nothing else. The outline of his manhood present, no doubt on purpose. Caleb, ignoring the past day of neglect, and the predicament of last night, decided he needed to take action. As Julian sipped his steaming coffee, Caleb shuffles over beside him.
“Is that freshly brewed? Mind if I have one?” He queries playfully.
“As you please.” Leaves Julian’s twisted smile, as much a proposition as an answer.
“What do you have planned for me today, then?” Caleb suggestively asks.
“Why? Do you want another show? I know you liked what you saw. I’ll need to get that entire doorframe re-varnished, if not entirely replaced.”
The thought had not occurred to Caleb. Why would it? He wasn’t exactly in a clear state of mind. “Oh…” was all he could manage.
“It’s ok. It was actually insanely hot. To be balls deep in your dad while you play with your hole to completion. I meant it when I told your dad I enjoyed it more than he could imagine.” Laughed Julian. “Anyway, did you have anything you wanted to do?”
That deep, domineering presence was back. He was engaged and enjoying conversation with Caleb again. Caleb was overjoyed to be back within Julian’s world. Before he could answer, Mark hobbled down the stairs, greeting them both with a tired positivity.
Mark, after insisting it’s his turn to make breakfast, proceeds to prepare the kitchen to make a hot plate of sausage, egg, bacon, and toast for each of them. Julian and Caleb take their coffees outside to sit on the porch, overlooking the lake, patiently waiting for feeding time. Not a word was shared but Caleb could feel the electrical charge in the air. He knew a storm wasn’t coming, but prayed he was in for an explosive day.
The peaceful silence was eventually broken by Julian, repeating his question from earlier, “So what did you have in mind for the day?”
“Well, I was wondering…..”Caleb trails off, all the confidence and clarity he felt from earlier began to drain.
“Go ahead, boy.” Julian calmly encouraged. Boy. The word alone was an injection of lust into Caleb. Reminding him of the past few days, and bringing the buzzing sensation back to his brain.
“Well, honestly, I was kind of hoping to have you to myself today.” Caleb managed to state.
“Ah.” Julian replied, slightly taken aback, “Well, I did enjoy our encounter the other night, and would definitely be up for another session. But, I can’t see that happening with your dad present. I know he wouldn’t want his precious son to be put in the same position as he was, even if he loved every inch.”
The words were laced with a teasing, seductive nature, disappointing Caleb while also giving him encouragement that it wasn’t an impossibility.
“I was thinking that maybe you could help orchestrate it.” Caleb boldly suggests.
“Orchestrate what, exactly?” Julian queries.
“Whatever it was that delayed my dad’s arrival, I’m assuming that was you ensuring you had time alone with me.” Caleb purrs.
“Ha! Not exactly, boy, that was a legitimate job that we needed your dad to do. The order didn’t even come from me.”
“Oh, well maybe that means this order could come from you then.”
“So, you’re asking me to fabricate an issue that would result in me sending your dad away, just so we can be alone?” Julian puts to Caleb. It was met by a guilty, sheepish nod. “Ok, that could be quite a tall order. What would I get in return?”
The question caught Caleb off-guard. Was that not clear. He thought it was rather obvious.
“Because I’m not going to manipulate your father just so I can fuck his son instead of him. That could be quite risky for a man in my position. So, again, what exactly would I be getting if I took the chance?”
A long pause followed. This was new territory to Caleb. What did a man like Julian want if not just sex.
“Anything you want.” Caleb finally whispered.
“Anything, you say. I can certainly work with that, but I’m not too sure you could keep up. Or, quite honestly, want to”
“I would. I mean, I do. I can.” Splutters Caleb in response.
“My keen little boy. Well, if you really mean it, you can start now.” Julian says, nodding down to his crotch. “Show me what you want. Show me who you really are.”
Without a second thought, Caleb shuffles awkwardly over to Julian, kneeling between his legs.
“I think I can smell breakfast, you’ll need to be quick.” The grin-laced words taunting and encouraging Caleb.
Caleb, with Julian’s help, slides down the sweats to reveal the thick, eight-inch, uncut, serpent. Semi-erect, and glistening with sweat in the morning sun.
Mesmerised, Caleb pulls back the foreskin before licking the slit of the head. A quiet groan of approval leaves Julian, as he nonchalantly takes another sip of his coffee. Caleb wraps both hands around the older man’s pulsing cock while taking the entire helmet into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he works both hands up and down in a systematic rhythm.
Caleb’s mind is swirling, he can’t believe the position he has got himself in. He can’t believe that he is sucking his first cock. He can’t believe whose cock. He can’t believe how much this is turning him on.
He picks up the rhythm, taking more and more of Julian’s length. Inch by inch, he progresses until his nose is pressed tightly against the fuzzy pubic region of his companion. He holds there as long as he can, the oxygen escaping his brain providing a rush unlike anything he has felt before. He pulls back, saliva dripping down his chin as he gags for air.
“Keep going, boy, just like that.” Julian commands, pushing the younger man’s head back down until his cock is fucking the inside of Caleb’s throat.
Caleb is overcome with arousal, removing one hand from Julian’s shaft to rub at his own hardening cock.
“Don’t you dare, boy, you have not received permission to cum. From now on, your only focus will be on my needs.”
Immediately, Caleb follows the instruction, placing both hands firmly back on Julian’s veiny shaft as he is throat fucked to within an inch of his life. The next time he finds his nose pressed against the abdomen of Julian, he attempts to copy his dad’s trick from last night. He pushes his tongue out as far as he can go, licking and lapping at Julian’s swollen balls as both hands grip and fondle them. The pain and lack of oxygen, no distraction from the task in hand.
He can feel Julian’s testicles tensing. He can feel a swelling in the thick shaft. The muffled groans becoming more rapid as Julian’s breathing intensifies. Caleb knows what is coming but isn’t sure he can cope. Sensing the doubt, Julian applies more pressure on the back of Caleb’s head, pressing him as deep onto his cock as is possible.
One final, stifled groan is followed by a flood of cum being released directly down Caleb’s throat. The young boy’s eyes roll back into his head as the choking feeling is replaced by that of almost drowning. Julian endures, holding Caleb down as rope after of rope is unleashed. Relenting, Julian allows Caleb to come up for air. Tears, spit and cum caking his entire face.
“Don’t waste a drop, boy.” Julian smirks, pointing at Caleb’s face. He understands, wiping at his cheek and lips, lapping it all back into his mouth before swallowing. This was the first taste of a real man Caleb had ever experienced. Even the initial explosion in his mouth had essentially gone straight into his gut. For now, he was able to enjoy and savour the older man’s seed, fully relishing the taste and texture as it slides over his tongue.
“And clean me up, properly. Your dad will definitely recognise the smell, and I don’t think he would ever leave you here if he knew what his little boy was doing. And be quick, I’m ready for breakfast.”
Caleb happily agrees. Greedily cleaning Julian’s now softening cock, still impressive enough in stature that it was an enjoyable challenge.
Julian pushes Caleb back, before slipping his shorts up and going back in to the Kitchen without a word.
“Breakfast smells good!” He hears in the distance, as he sits in a heap, still in front of Julian’s chair. His master’s throne. Panting and trying to catch his breath. He knows he needs to clean himself off before breakfast but is enjoying sitting in the morning sunlight, replaying his most recent experience in his mind’s eye. He reaches under his shorts to thumb the tip of his rock-hard erection and is amazed to discover how wet and sticky it is. Did he just cum from sucking off his dad’s boss? It would certainly appear that way but he can not recall ever feeling the orgasm building in him. He snaps out of his haze before scurrying past the breakfast table, without a glance or a word, to go and shower.
