MAX
This was a risk.
The boy needs fun.
He needs to let loose, like I know he can.
But he has to want it…
‘Follow me, I know the way,’ Max said, taking Channing by the hand and guiding him down a steep flight of partially covered steps.
‘Are we going to the beach?’ Channing replied, his voice quivering with excitement.
‘Kind of,’ Max replied. ‘You’ll see.’
Max smiled and continued to lead Channing down the winding, tight stone steps that would take them to Max’s intended destination. The fact that Channing was going along with this made Max very happy indeed.
It hadn’t always been the case that Channing would go along with spontaneous or even a little bit risky plans. But it seemed like in this moment of his life, Channing was a fair bit more amenable to going off script.
But Max still held a degree of caution toward Channing’s ability to let loose…
Don’t get too ahead of yourself.
Channing may not feel comfortable. The boy needs to feel safe.
He has to want this as much as me…
As Max jumped down from a small ledge onto the sandy cove, Channing swiftly followed. It was a tiny, secluded cove that Max knew about via some old times partying in Los Frisco when he was younger.
‘Is this place for real?’ Channing said, almost disbelieving. ‘How did I not know about it?’
‘There’s a few coves like this that have remained untouched,’ Max grinned. ‘All you super-environmental types like to leave nature untouched, right?’
‘Fair point,’ Channing laughed. ‘And the reason we’re here and not in my bedroom at the apartment?’
Max stepped toward Channing and draped his hands over Channing’s strong but slender shoulders. Max leaned in and planted a soft, yet firm, kiss on Channing’s willing lips.
Before long, their tongues were intertwining and pushing and probing in each other’s mouths. Max always had Channing down as the best kisser he’d ever had the pleasure of locking lips with, and Channing hadn’t lost any of his natural skill in that department either.
‘We can’t… not here… can we?’ Channing said, a little breathless as they broke the kiss off for a moment.
‘I thought public sex was part of your outdoor nudity kink?’ Max said, a mischievous tone in his voice. ‘If you’re not comfortable, don’t worry we can always-’
‘No!’ Channing blurted out. ‘I want to. You’re sure no one will see us though?
‘Who knows?’ Max replied, his hand working its way down the front of Channing’s shorts and grabbing onto his rapidly hardening dick. ‘Maybe we will get caught and both of our butts will get paddled by an angry cop? Or we might just get a big circle of people watching us as we fuck?’
‘Enough! Talk like that will push me over the edge,’ Channing giggled, rapidly pulling his own t-shirt off and then moving on to his shorts and briefs too. ‘Let’s do this!’
‘That’s the spirit, boy,’ Max said, rapidly removing his own clothes too.
The pair of them had discussed their sexual histories the previous evening, and had agreed that no protection would be necessary. Knowing that he wanted to treat Channing to some fun in the cove, Max had come prepared with some lube. It was time to really have some fun in the sun.
‘On all fours and get that booty twerking for me, boy!’ Max growled, smiling as Channing immediately submitted to his demand. ‘The better the twerk, the more lube you get. So do a good job!’
Channing giggled and seemed to lose all his usual inhibitions as he got on all fours and began to pop and drop his perfectly round butt, grinding his crotch into the soft sand beneath him.
‘Work it faster! Make those cheeks clap,’ Max commanded, crouching down behind Channing and parting his supple ass before squirting a generous flash of lube onto Channing’s perfectly little ass hole. ‘Now let me massage this in nice and thoroughly.’
Channing groaned as Max worked two, then three, fingers into his butt.
‘Push back,’ Max said. ‘And try not to let your mind imagine a group of big, hunky strangers watching on as you make a show for them.’
‘Oooh, Daddy,’ Channing panted, letting out a groan of pleasure as he pushed back harder on Max’s fingers. ‘If only!’
‘Maybe one day,’ Max chuckled. ‘But for now, it’s just us two here.’
With that, Max lubed his rock-hard cock up and pressed it up against Channing’s wet, sticky hole. Easing his wide, bulbous head inside Channing, Max grunted his approval as Channing allowed him all the way inside.
‘Fuck. I’ve missed this,’ Max growled, an animalistic streak coming over him. ‘I think we might just enjoy this even more than we thought.’
As the pair of them began to work their bodies, it was getting harder and harder to keep their grunts and groans down.
Fortunately, the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks either side of the cove was sure to ensure that no one up on the boulevard would be able to hear either Max or Channing as they continued to have energetic, animalistic fun together.
‘I’m getting… close,’ Max said. ‘You?’
‘Mmmmph, I think so,’ Channing said, breathlessly. ‘No one else can do this to me. I… I… it’s only ever been you…’
With that, Max made Channing come hard, his dick shooting it’s load onto the sand underneath him.
Max too was ready to orgasm, and wasted no time in increasing his thrusts to the required speed and rhythm before shooting his seed deep inside Channing.
When both Max and Channing were thoroughly done and dusted, the pair of them collapsed onto the sand. The tide was on its way back in and would soon fill the cove with water.
But there was no immediate danger.
Max and Channing lay on the sand, naked and exposed, and let the sun’s rays hit their exhilarated, exhausted bodies.
‘That was the best,’ Channing said, still panting. ‘I don’t think I could have had anything better if I’d dreamed it up myself.’
‘What about that group of strangers watching?’ Max said, playfully running his hands over Channing’s chest.
‘Maybe that would have been fun,’ Channing giggled. ‘But fantasies are one thing. The reality for me is that any time with you is pretty much all I’ve ever wanted. Sorry. I hope that’s not too intense or clingy or whatever. And if I was calling you Daddy, that was just the heat of the moment…’
Max paused.
He felt sad that Channing even felt the need to clarify his comments. It was true, in the past Max had been scared by any kind of thought of commitment. But that was then. Max had learned from spending this time with Channing that he might be evolving.
Commitment suddenly didn’t seem like such a scary word to Max.
And Max wanted Channing to know that too…
‘Nope. Not clingy or anything even remotely close,’ Max said, his voice warm and reassuring. ‘I want you to feel comfortable simply telling me how you feel. Good, bad, or whatever. I just want to hear it. And calling me Daddy is more than fine.’
‘Thank you,’ Channing said. ‘I could lie here forever.’
‘Same,’ Max replied. ‘But those guys up there might have something to say about it…’
With that, Max pointed up toward the left corner of the cove.
In the distance and from a raised vantage point, a group of guys seemed to have spotted them.
‘Quick let’s change and then rock and roll out of here,’ Max said. ‘Those guys will have their phones out and we’ll be viral before you know it!
Max and Channing leapt to their feet and quickly sought cover underneath the cove’s craggy overhang. With their clothes safely back on them, the two of them make quick work of the steps back up to the boulevard.
‘Phew, that was fun,’ Channing said, holding Max’s hand as the two of them began walking.
‘Which part?’ Max said, winking knowingly.
‘I’ll tell you later,’ Channing replied, a definite hint of mischief in his voice too.
Max was happy to see Channing so free and easy going. He could tell that Channing spent a lot of time focusing on his work, and that was a good thing as it gave Channing a real sense of purpose and passion in his life.
But Max knew how important fun was too.
And to know that he had helped to give Channing a truly fun, wild experience made Max feel very good about himself.
With it’s hyper-eco and ultra-healthy outlook, Los Frisco may not have been exactly Max’s idea of a fun place, but it turned out that being with Channing most certainly was fun – and hopefully that fun was far from over.
And maybe, just maybe, Max couldn’t help but think that he was ready to settle down and be the Daddy that Channing so clearly wanted more than anything else in the world.
Maybe I wasn’t always sure.
Maybe it was the fear of accepting who I am.
But I can’t hide from it… I’m one hundred percent Daddy and it’s time to act like it.