Chapter 3
Jace
Jace laughed as Avery caught yet another marshmallow on fire. “Daddy!” Avery screeched for help.
Before the marshmallow could go flying across the campfire, Jace caught Avery’s wrist and rescued the fireball of goo. Removing the stick from Avery’s hand, Jace blew out the fire.
“It’s burnt,” Avery declared.
“That’s what happens when you catch it on fire,” Jace said calmly. Avery had been excited to make smores with the other boys, but he kept getting distracted and catching his marshmallow on fire.
“I don’t want a smore anyway.” Avery dropped down into Jace’s lap, cuddling close.
Jace knew his boy was merely frustrated. Avery was better at trying new things although he still put way too much pressure on himself. “Do you think I should try? Then we could split the smore.”
Blinking up at him with big eyes, Avery was the picture of a perfect boy. “If you want to. But I don’t want to move now.”
“You don’t have to move.” Jace kissed the top of Avery’s head before he tossed the burnt marshmallow into the plastic bag of trash.
Food had to be properly stowed away so bears and other wildlife didn’t come into their campsite.
The last thing he needed was a bear attacking the tents for food.
He’d never get Avery back in nature if that happened.
With Avery in his lap, Jace quickly set up another marshmallow on the stick.
Around the campfire, the other boys sat in similar positions.
Jace had been lucky to have found such good friends that he had so much in common with.
Their little group was full of kinky guys, but it was perfect.
Avery didn’t have to watch how often he regressed when he was within this special group of friends.
Everyone here accepted Avery as the sweet boy he was.
“Daddy? Where’s my binkie?”
His boy was getting tired even though it wasn’t quite ten at night. But spending the day out in the sun and swimming was a sure way to wear his boy out.
Jace grabbed a binkie from the bag beside him. He’d brought six and had already had to wash them all. He should have brought more. Jace slipped the freshly washed binkie into Avery’s mouth before he began to toast the marshmallow. He’d already set up the cracker and chocolate.
Avery watched him with sleepy eyes until Jace pulled the perfectly toasted marshmallow away from the fire. Placing the marshmallow between the graham cracker and chocolate, Jace made the smore then held it up to his boy’s mouth.
Avery pulled his binkie out. “I always wanted a real smore.”
“I know, baby,” Jace said quietly. Even if Avery ended up hating his treat, Jace was giving him something he’d never experienced before. Jace held the goodie and Avery took a big bite.
Avery’s eyes widened before he moaned.
Damn, Avery dropped his binkie onto the ground and grabbed the smore. Chocolate was already all over his face and fingers. Jace held back his sigh. He was going to have a filthy boy on his hands.
“So good,” Avery said with his mouth still full.
Jace really should have corrected his behavior but he was too amused. He laughed. Looking up, he spotted Caleb getting his hands washed with wipes by his Daddy. Grant winked before he tossed the pack of baby wipes to Jace.
Jace caught the pack easily before wincing. Avery was almost done with his treat. One hand wrapped up in Jace’s shirt, sharing the chocolate mess.
Smacking and licking his lips, Avery peered up at him.
And all of a sudden Jace didn’t give a damn if he was covered in chocolate. Nothing was sweeter than the way Avery looked at him.
“That was good, Daddy.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Another?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jace responded. “We don’t want you to get a tummy ache.”
Avery nodded. He was never one to argue. Such a good boy.
“Sticky.” Avery held up his hands.
“Let me get you cleaned up.” Jace bent down and caught Avery’s fingers in his mouth. Avery giggled so Jace gave his fingers one last lick before pulling out a wipe. Once his boy was wiped down, he adjusted Avery on his lap.
“Who’s ready for some camping ghost stories before bed?” Grant asked.
“Me!” Avery held up his hand.
“Yeah!” Caleb agreed.
Mitch shook his head as he smiled. “You guys better not have nightmares and wake me up screaming.”
Avery sat up. “I wouldn’t ever have a nightmare when sleeping with my Daddy.” He stuck his tongue out at Mitch.
Jace tapped Avery’s nose. “Behave.”
“Daddy!” Mitch shook Byron’s arm. “Avery issued a challenge. You can tell a really scary story, can’t you?”
Avery was beginning to look worried.
Caleb peered up at Grant as well.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Byron told his boy. But he winked at Jace so Jace knew that their friend would hold back. No one wanted to wake up with scared boys. This was a fun trip.
Jace slipped off the log he was sitting on to lean back against it.
He pulled a bottle out of the cooler next to him then adjusted Avery across his lap.
He didn’t think Avery would make it through the first story, much less a couple, but he’d still get to experience even more of camping before Jace carried him to the tent.
Around the campfire, the other Daddies were settling their boys in as well.
Mitch was laid out between Byron’s legs with his head on Byron’s lap. If Jace wasn’t mistaken, Mitch’s hand was also inside Byron’s shorts.
Grant had Caleb cradled in his lap. The sweet boy was already changed into silver silk pajama bottoms and a matching cami. His lips latched on to Grant’s nipple as the boy suckled him.
“Guess I’ll go first,” Byron said. “I have a challenge to win for my boy.” His fingers massaged Mitch’s head as Mitch discreetly lowered his mouth to Byron’s lap.
Yep, his friends might be kinky, but then he was currently feeding his baby boy with a bottle so there was no room for judgment there. As Avery sucked down his cold milk, his eyelids began to flutter.
Bending down, Jace kissed Avery’s forehead, soaking up the scent of sunshine and happiness. Day one of their camping trip was perfect.
* * *
Mitch
Mitch groaned as Byron continued to rub his back. He didn’t know what time they’d finally crawled into the tent, but it couldn’t have been that long ago. He wasn’t ready to wake up yet.
The day before had been wonderful. Including the ride up, swimming in the lake, and hanging with his friends around the campfire, especially the interlude in the woods with Byron.
Just thinking about their game in the woods had Mitch’s morning erection hardening further.
He squirmed closer until his chest was pressed against Byron’s.
His Daddy’s warm chuckle brushed gently over him. “You need to wake up, boy.”
“I don’t wanna.” Wasn’t vacation supposed to mean that Mitch could sleep in a little? He’d been working his ass off. Mitch deserved to be a little lazy.
His erection was gripped and Mitch jerked hard. He hadn’t even felt Byron sneaking his hand inside Mitch’s briefs. “Are you sure you don’t want to wake up?”
Mitch humped into Byron’s hand. Okay, maybe a quick hand job before Mitch went back to sleep. “Yes.”
Byron stroked him three times before yanking his hand away.
“No!” Mitch whined. Why was his Daddy being so mean this morning?
“You don’t get to come until after your morning spanking.”
Mitch managed to crack one eye open. “Spanking?”
“Just because we’re not at home doesn’t mean we don’t follow our schedule.”
“I want my spanking,” Mitch confessed. Getting his ass reddened every morning was special to Mitch. He was able to spend the rest of the day with a sore bottom knowing that Byron’s love was always with him.
“Then you’ll have to wake up.”
That didn’t seem fair.
“Do you want your spanking to take place with our tent so close to the others? Or do you want Daddy to take you for a walk?” Byron asked with words dripping with sweetness.
“Into the woods?” Mitch asked. That had possibilities. He’d really liked the last time he’d been alone with Byron in the woods.
“Yes, boy.” Byron smirked cockily.
Mitch popped up. But he would have to get dressed for a walk. Ugh. That would take so much effort. He wanted his spanking but he was still so tired.
“A spanking and orgasm,” Byron said teasingly.
Mitch huffed. The two things he wanted the most. “Fine.”
“Get up then,” Byron told him. He sat up, pulling Mitch with him.
After rubbing his eyes, Mitch peered around the spacious tent. He’d been warm and cuddled all night. The air mattress provided enough cushion to avoid the hardness of the ground. Still, Mitch stretched his arms over his head. “What time is it?”
“Time for you to get up or I’ll carry you out in just your undies.”
“Daddy,” Mitch complained. The thing was Byron would totally follow through with his threat.
“Last warning.”
Mitch knew his time was up. He crawled over to his bag to pull out a pair of sweatpants. He tugged them up his legs before grabbing the hoodie he’d left out from the night before. Once he was dressed, Byron was already unzipping the door to the tent.
Byron looked over his shoulder and pressed his finger to his lips.
Mitch nodded. His friends, especially Caleb, would never let him live it down if he and Byron were sneaking into the woods for a little fun.
While Mitch wouldn’t mind making his friends jealous, he was also still shy around them sometimes when it came to his unique desire.
He just wasn’t the same type of boy as them.
And that had nothing to do with him being older than them. Or his Daddy.
His Daddy led the way out of the tent, checking a couple times, making Mitch sure Mitch stayed behind him. Byron reached down and helped Mitch stand in front of the tent. Keeping Mitch’s hand in his, they slipped on the shoes they’d left outside the tent before strolling into the woods.
Mitch was glad he had gotten dressed and wasn’t being carried in only his undies. It was a chilly morning. He knew it would warm up quickly but with the sun barely up and under the canopy of the trees, it was pretty damn cold.