Chapter 2
Grant
Grant finished setting up the tent and looked over at his boy. Caleb was carefully lining up their belongings on the ground in front of the tent. Caleb might not think he’d enjoy the weekend, but Grant knew he would. His pretty baby just lacked confidence.
In the months they’d been together, Grant had seen Caleb blossom.
Caleb was much stronger than he gave himself credit for.
Grant was going to show his boy that he could be pretty and still enjoy the outdoors.
The sparkling new pink hiking boots he had on his feet should be proof enough.
Caleb could have his pretties and still be one of the boys.
“Are you ready to move our stuff inside?”
“It’s really big enough?” Caleb asked.
“Climb in and see.”
Caleb gave him a dubious look but climbed inside the tent. Grant took the opportunity to grab a handful of his boy’s butt.
Caleb squealed.
“Problem, boy?” Grant teased.
“Daddy…”
“Go check out the tent,” Grant ordered, laughing. He crawled in after Caleb.
“It’s so pretty!” Caleb ran his hand over the bedding.
“You deserve the best,” Grant told him. He’d blown up an air mattress and covered it with a pink sleeping bag. He’d even packed a pink blow-up pillow.
“I love it.” Caleb crawled into his lap. “I love it so much.”
Grant kissed his boy, long and deep. Caleb coming on this trip made Grant proud. Grant would have canceled if Caleb had refused to come with him. Caleb out of his comfort zone was a huge deal.
Moving quickly, Caleb straddled his waist. When they pulled back to catch their breaths, his baby’s eyes were glazed over. Grant slid his hands into the back of Caleb’s khaki shorts. His fingers brushed over the silk his boy wore underneath.
“So sexy,” Grant murmured as he kissed down Caleb’s neck. “My sexy boy.” Grant laid Caleb back onto the air mattress.
Caleb stretched out while peering up at him. “Mitch was teasing me earlier. Said we’d have to be on the other side of the camp from them because we would be going at it all night.”
Grant raised a brow.
“We should prove him wrong. Go at it all day and all night.”
“I like the way you think, my dirty boy,” Grant praised.
He plucked open the snap of Caleb’s shorts. Oh yeah, Caleb loved having Grant’s hands on him. Any time day or night. Grant pulled down Caleb’s shorts before pushing up the T-shirt that hid the silk cami Caleb wore.
“I love to see my boy in his silk.” Grant brushed his fingertips gently over Caleb from his neck to his groin. Goosebumps broke out over Caleb’s pale flesh.
“I’m pretty?” Caleb asked. He knew Grant thought he was pretty, but he still liked to be told as Grant had learned.
“Beautiful. My beautiful baby. My pretty boy.” He could sing Caleb’s praises all day long.
“Touch me, please.”
“Touch you? I am touching you.”
“Teasing,” Caleb whined. “Don’t tease, Daddy.”
“Okay, boy, I’m sorry.” Grant bent and blew across the front of Caleb’s pretty panties. The male-made panties that Grant had been ordering fit Caleb so much better.
“Oh!” Caleb tried to lift his hips, but Grant anticipated the move. He held his boy’s hips down to the mattress.
“Stay still, boy.” Grant rubbed the front of Caleb’s panties. “Daddy wants to play.”
Caleb’s groan sounded tortured. Caleb knew that would just turn his Daddy on even more though. Caleb loved turning him on. Using just his thumbs he played with the pretty panties that Caleb wore. Running his thumbs under the elastic and over the silk.
Caleb lay sprawled out on the air mattress. A feast for Grant’s gaze.
Grant pushed the cami up to Caleb’s chin, revealing his boy’s perfect pale skin. He kissed down Caleb’s chest until he reached Caleb’s belly button. If his boy could thrust up, he would have.
The bulge behind his panties grew before dampening with a wet spot.
Grant waited until Caleb was practically desperate before he finally pulled down Caleb’s panties. Caleb’s hard cock sprang up, almost hitting Grant in the face. Grasping the base of Caleb’s cock, Grant brought the stiff member to his mouth. He licked up one side and down the other.
“Yes!” Caleb hissed.
Grant rewarded Caleb by swiping the precome off the tip of his shaft.
Caleb gave him a cute little growl.
Knowing his boy wasn’t going to last long before blowing, Grant swallowed down Caleb’s cock. He sucked deeply before playing with Caleb’s slit with his tongue.
By now Grant was an expert on how to get his boy off quickly. He slurped, bobbed his head up and down, and sucked until Caleb had to shove his fist into his own mouth.
Caleb came and Grant swallowed down every drop of his seed.
Grant popped off Caleb’s shaft. He leaned over his boy, lowering his head slowly.
Caleb reared up, grabbing the back of Grant’s head.
He pulled Grant down as they kissed. Caleb opened to him and Grant thrust his tongue inside.
As they kissed, Grant shared the taste of his boy’s come with him.
Caleb didn’t seem to mind. He never did.
Caleb sucked on Grant’s tongue like he would Grant’s cock.
Grant’s dick was already hard but this was about relaxing his boy.
He would worry about his own erection later. He drew back to peer down at Caleb.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Caleb murmured.
He chuckled. “Thank you for the snack.”
Caleb giggled. Then yawned.
“No going to sleep for you,” Grant said. “We need to finish moving our stuff inside so we can go down to the lake. Swimming, remember?”
“Swimming.” Caleb popped up with renewed energy. “I want to go swimming. Do you think that Avery and Mitch will like my purple swim trunks?”
Grant groaned. Those damned swim trunks left nothing to the imagination. He adjusted his hard cock into a more comfortable position. Hopefully, the cold water of the lake would help with this issue.
* * *
Byron
Byron allowed Mitch to run back toward the camping site without him. Mitch had forgotten the special sunblock that they’d purchased from the organic shop in town. With Avery fussing about the sunblock Jace had slathered over him, Mitch had remembered his gift.
“I’ll go make sure he knows the way back,” Byron said, waving after his boy.
Grant and Jace laughed. They knew Byron too well.
“Yeah, you do that,” Jace replied.
“We’ll make sure to keep our boys busy, so they aren’t listening for any strange sounds in the woods,” Grant added.
Byron grabbed a spare towel before he flipped his friends off but walked away laughing. Okay, so he wasn’t being subtle. He really wanted to get his hands on his boy though. Byron had so many wicked plans for Mitch and those woods.
Pushing Mitch’s exhibitionist tendencies was always fun.
It was harder in a club because there were so many rules and laws that couldn’t be ignored.
The private club he held a silent partnership in was too far away to take Mitch back yet.
Master Finn was a stickler for rules, so no fucking his boy right in the middle of the main floor.
Grant mentioning a camping trip had all kinds of dirty and erotic thoughts coming to mind.
It wouldn’t take Mitch long to start heading back.
Byron ducked behind some trees so he could walk beside the trail but still be hidden if Mitch was quicker than expected. Once he was a good distance from the lake, he looked around for the perfect spot. A fallen log with moss growing over it would do.
Byron strolled over and tested the strength.
The log wasn’t going anywhere. He folded the towel in half before laying it over the log. Checking his pocket, he found the small travel-size lube that he always carried. He couldn’t help it. He loved filling his boy’s tight hole. Whether with his fingers or his cock, Byron adored his boy’s ass.
He could hear heavy footsteps coming toward him.
Byron hid behind a large tree.
Just as Mitch passed him, Byron jumped out from behind the trees and grabbed him, Mitch’s shout cut off by Byron’s hand over his mouth.
“Look at this lost little boy all alone in the woods,” Byron said in Mitch’s ear. He attempted to sound as menacing as possible. It must have worked since Mitch shuddered. Byron knew that was from arousal, not fear but it fit the scene they were playing.
Still holding Mitch, Byron stepped back off the path.
“Mmm, such a yummy-looking boy,” he whispered. “And I sure am hungry.”
Mitch tried to say something behind Byron’s hand but Byron tightened his hold. Instead, Mitch grunted.
“I think I’ll just take this treasure I found back to my campsite. Lost little boys shouldn’t be allowed to roam around on their own. You obviously need a keeper, boy.”
Mitch kicked his feet, in an attempt to at least appear like he was struggling. Byron carried his boy back over to the log with no problem.
“I’m going to remove my hand,” Byron told his boy. “Don’t you scream. If you scream, I’ll make you very sorry.”
Byron let Mitch’s feet touch the ground before he pushed Mitch onto his knees. “Good boys belong on their knees in front of their Master,” he said. “Are you a good boy?”
Mitch gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes.
Byron grabbed his chin. “I asked you a question. Are you going to be a good boy for your Master?”
“Yes sir,” Mitch said quietly. “I’ll be a good boy.”
Byron grinned. Mitch always played his role so well. “I’ve been looking for a boy of my very own for a long time. And here you are, walking right into my trap.” Byron stood with his legs spread so his erection was easy to see in his swim trunks. He’d left his shirt back at the lake.
“I didn’t mean to, sir,” Mitch responded beautifully. “I must have gotten lost.”
“Luck seems to be with me then, doesn’t it, boy?”
“What?” Mitch licked his lips. Fuck, his boy should have been an actor. “What are you going to do with me, sir?”
“Whatever I want.” Byron ran the fingers of his right hand down his neck to his nipple. Mitch’s eyes narrowed onto his fingers as Byron pinched and pulled at his own nub. “I have lots of ideas. It might take a long time to do everything I want to you.”