Chapter 9 Taron
Taron
“It’s so cold!” I squeal as Kaleb picks me up by the waist and dips my now naked butt into the river water, my cock and balls dashed down in there too. “Woah! Make that super cold!”
And while my ass might be icy, what’s making me hot is the fact that Kaleb is manhandling me like I’m lighter than a feather. I knew he was big and strong, but this is ridiculous. It’s like my weight and extra curves are nothing to him as he lifts me up and down and gets my ass wet.
“Good, it’s meant to be,” Kaleb laughs, his thunderous voice echoing around the surrounding peaks. “And now to heat it up all the way to ten.”
Kaleb carries me over toward the grassy verge and puts me on all fours. From there, he crouches down behind me and begins to spank my cheeks with the kind of precise rhythm that a drummer would be proud of.
As I’m hollering in pain, I feel myself pushing my butt back in his direction, almost like I’m presenting my ass for him to do with as he pleases in ways that aren’t all to do with spanking.
Yeah, the feel of his palm on my butt is pretty intense, but it’s nothing compared to the ache I’m feeling in my cock and all over my body. I want him. And I don’t know how much longer I can handle it.
“D-D-D-Daddy…” I whimper, gasping as Kaleb is seemingly on the same wavelength as me, his tongue suddenly lapping up and down my ass hole. “That feels… mmmmph.”
“Not all punishments are pleasure free,” Kaleb growls, spanking me once more before driving his wide, long tongue back inside my ass. “Let’s just call this one a funishment.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I giggle and gasp as Kaleb’s tongue expertly works my ass and then goes to my balls and back again. “I won’t last long. OMG. I really won’t last long at all if you keep going like this.”
“Good,” Kaleb says, his voice muffled as he buries his face deep in my butt cheeks and works his tongue with the kind of expertise that only a real Daddy would have.
I can feel my thighs starting to tremble as Kaleb’s fingers work inside my butt too along with his tongue in a perfect rotation.
It’s happening.
I can’t stop it.
I’m going to…
I totally am…
“Dadyyyyyyyyy!” I cry out, my lower half bucking back and forth and my arms almost giving way as I cum hard and fast, the sensation coursing all over my body as my dick shoots its load onto the ground beneath in wave after thick wave. “Wow wow wow wow wow….”
And it’s not long before I collapse onto the grass, my body twitching and my brain seemingly totally disconnected as I simply feel the afterglow of my orgasm travel over each and every inch of my body.
Right now, I’ve got simply no idea how I’m going to manage the journey back to the truck. Three miles? I couldn’t even walk three meters now if there was a three book deal on offer over on the other side of the grassy verge!
The grass is soft beneath me, still warm from the afternoon sun, but my body feels like it's been through a whirlwind. Every muscle is loose, every nerve still singing with that post-orgasm haze.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the endless blue sky, dotted with fluffy clouds that drift lazily overhead. My breath comes in slow, deep pulls, trying to ground myself after what just happened.
Kaleb.
Daddy.
Whatever he is, he's kneeling beside me now, his big hand resting gently on my thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. His face is flushed too, eyes dark and satisfied, but there's a tenderness there that makes my heart squeeze.
"You okay, darling boy?" he asks, voice rough but soft.
I nod, a goofy smile spreading across my face. "Better than okay. That was… wowzers."
He chuckles—low, rumbling—and helps me sit up. My jeans are still tangled around my ankles, briefs soaked not just from the river but from… well, everything. I blush as I pull them up, fastening my belt with shaky fingers. Kaleb watches, not leering, just present.
"We should head back," he says, glancing at the sun's position. It's dipping lower, casting long shadows through the trees. "Three miles. You'll be tired. We’ll eat as we walk.”
I stand on wobbly legs, testing them. He's right—I'm exhausted. The hike in, the spanking, the… funishment. It all hits me at once.
"Yeah,” I say. “But I don't want to go back yet. This place is magic."
Kaleb pauses, slinging his pack over one shoulder. Racer trots over, wet and happy, shaking water everywhere. Kaleb scratches behind the dog's ears, thinking. Then he looks at me, really looks, like he's weighing something heavy.
"Could camp out," he says finally. "Got gear in my backpack, always prepared. Sleeping bags, fire kit. Marshmallows. If you're up for it."
My eyes light up. "Camp? Like, under the stars? Yes! Please!"
He arches a brow. "Not too tired?"
"I'll manage." I bounce on my toes, excitement bubbling over the fatigue. "I've never camped in a real forest before. City parks don't count."
He grunts, but there's a hint of a smile. "Alright. And Taron…" His voice drops, serious. "Nothing happens tonight. Between us. You’re not ready to go all the way. Not yet."
I pout, crossing my arms. "But—"
"Daddy knows best." Kaleb says, a knowing look in his eyes. "We're taking this slow. Building it right."
I want to argue—my body's still humming, craving more—but the way he says it, firm yet caring, melts the protest. He's right. Probably. "Fine. But I get to cuddle, right?"
He rolls his eyes, but his hand caresses my cheek. "We'll see."
The hike to Majestic Ridge feels shorter than it is, even with my legs like jelly.
Maybe it's the anticipation, or holding his hand again, fingers laced tight.
Racer leads the way, bounding through underbrush.
We don't talk much—just easy silence, broken by my occasional questions about birds or plants.
Kaleb answers patiently, his knowledge deep and unpretentious.
By the time we reach the spot, the sun's kissing the horizon, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. He unloads the gear—sleeping bags, marshmallows. Kaleb dutifully unloads the cooler from his backpack.
It's an incredible spot. A clearing on a gentle rise, overlooking the valley. Below, the town twinkles in the distance, lights flickering on like stars on earth.
"Best view in the park," he says, unloading. "Quiet. Private."
I help where I can—gathering kindling for the fire, being my usual inquisitive self. Kaleb’s efficient, every movement practiced. Soon, he builds a small fire pit, rings it with stones, and lights it with a single match.
As night falls, the temperature drops.
I zip my jacket higher, but the fire's warmth chases away the chill. We sit on a log he drags over, shoulders brushing. Stars emerge overhead—millions of them, brighter than I've ever seen in the city. No light pollution, just pure, glittering sky.
"Wow," I breathe, leaning back. "It's like a blanket of diamonds."
Kaleb nods, poking the fire with a stick. Sparks dance up. "Clearest nights up here. Makes you feel small. Even me."
"But in a good way," I say as I glance down at the town—tiny houses, the tavern's glow, the B&B porch lights. "I could… I don't know. I could maybe see myself living here. For real. Not just visiting."
The words slip out before I can catch them.
Kaleb turns, firelight flickering in his eyes. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. The quiet. The space. People like Miles and Henry, Mrs. Peplinska. And… you." I meet his gaze. "But it's more than that. It kinda feels like home already."
Kaleb sets the stick down, takes my hand. Squeezes. "I'd love that, Taron. More than you know. But don't do it for me. It has to be right for you. Your writing, your life. I won't be the reason you regret it."
My throat tightens. He's not pushing. Not demanding.
Just… caring. Selfless. Unlike Pace, with his manipulations. Unlike the guys back home, always wanting something.
"You're different," I whisper. "You really care. About what's best for me."
"Course I do." He brushes his thumb over my knuckles. "That's what Daddies do."
I can’t help but think it… Forever Daddy? The thought whispers in my mind, warm and hopeful. Could he be? The way he protects, guides, makes my body tremble. Yeah. Maybe he could be.
I watch as Kaleb stands, rummages in the cooler. "S'mores time. Can't camp without them."
I watch him skewer marshmallows on sticks, hand me one. We toast them over the fire—mine catches flame, turns black and gooey. Kaleb laughs, helps me blow it out.
It’s a sticky, sweet heaven.
"Mmm,” I say, almost drooling. “Perfect."
Kaleb makes his neat, precise. Eats half in one chomp.
I finish mine, lick my fingers. Hesitate over a second marshmallow.
Kaleb notices. "Go for it."
I shake my head. "Nah. One's enough. Don't want to… you know."
He frowns. "What?"
"Overdo it. Calories." I shrug, old insecurities creeping in. Pace's voice echoes: Lose ten, big boy.
Kaleb sets his stick down and turns me to face him.
"Taron. You're handsome and cute all in one,” Kaleb says. “You’re perfect exactly as you are. Curves and all. Eat the damn s'more. Hell, eat three. You've got a great body… strong, soft, real. Don't let anyone tell you different. Ever."
Heat rushes to my cheeks—not embarrassment, but something deeper.
I feel seen. Appreciated. Desired for who I am.
I grab another marshmallow, toast it golden this time. "Thanks."
We eat in quiet companionship, fire crackling, stars wheeling overhead. When the flames die to embers, he spreads a blanket outside the tent. We lie back, side by side, my head on his shoulder.
Kaleb’s arm wraps around me, pulling me close.
"Snuggle approved?" I tease.
He grunts. "Just this once."
I smile into his shirt, inhaling pine and smoke and him.
The town glows distant below, stars infinite above.
I know that I’d love to go all the way with Kaleb. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’d let him do anything and everything to me, no questions asked. But for now, this is enough.
More than enough.