Clumsy Calloway

by Laurie Lochs

"Yes," Calloway moaned. "Please. Take me now."

  I spat on my palm and rubbed Calloway's hole. We didn't have any lube in the middle of the woods. We had what nature gave us. I brought my lips to his puckered hole and spat, flicking my tongue along his rose blossom and coating it with warmth. Then, I spread his cheeks and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside, depositing my natural lube on his flesh. Calloway moaned, twitching as I rimmed him. I removed my tongue and spat on my cock. After getting it shiny, I entered my boy.

  "Oh God," Calloway moaned.

  "You like that, sweet boy?"

  "Yes, daddy. It's making me tingle."

  I grunted and slammed into him again. This time, I took his fists and fucked him raw. My balls slapped hard against his taint, sending vibrations through the forest floor. Calloway moaned and clenched his teeth together, trying to stop himself from coming. But it was no use. A second later, he trembled and began to moan. His body throbbed and he burst over the forest floor beneath us.

  "Daddy," he gasped, "I'm so sorry. I came before you."

  “Yes, baby boy. You’ve been bad. Daddy’s going to make you pay.”

  "Anything," Calloway whispered. "I'll do anything, daddy."

  I flipped him onto his back. He was lying in his come. I palmed his tummy and held him firm.

  "You've been bad, boy. Daddy's going to come in your hole."

  "You mean it, daddy?"

  "Yes." I thrust into him, pressing down on his tummy. I felt my cock grinding into his body. "Get ready, boy."

  Calloway nodded frantically. I pressed his tummy harder. His cock grew a second life. I throbbed into his hole, slamming my cock deeper and deeper into his boy flesh. Without warning, my orgasm ripped through me. I cried out and deposited my thick, milky load inside his body.

  “Daddy!" he cried. “I can feel it inside me."

  "Yes, sweet angel." My voice was rough and raw. "Keep taking daddy's cock."

  A second surge shot through me. I cried out and burst into his hole yet again, filling him with come. Calloway moaned. His body bucked. Without a word, he spasmed and shot a sticky load across his chest. It flew out of him so fast it even got on his chin.

  "I spurted again, daddy."

  "Yes, sweet boy. It came out so fast you couldn't stop yourself."

  "You make me so hot inside, daddy.”

  "You're my tight little angel boy."

  When we finished, I cleaned Calloway off and buttoned him back into his onesie. His cheeks were flushed. His grin was so wide it was bursting off his face. I led him back to the bouncy castle with his friends.

  "Go play, sweet boy. When you're finished, daddy will be waiting with another slice of rainbow ice cream cake."

  Calloway beamed. "Thank you, daddy. Thank you for blessing my hole."

  “Daddy likes you so much. Anything for baby."

  Then, I spun around and joined Joe, Brent, and Paul by the grill. My boy was special as hell.

  Chapter 21

  Calloway

  Two weeks later

  With the press of the space bar, the Dell computer screen in the third row of the career center buzzed to life. I sank into the chair and grinned. Who would've thought my first official hour of Spanish tutoring would go so well? To think I'd been scared to give it a shot. This was turning out to be the funnest morning of my life.

  Juan, the 16-year-old boy from Colombia I was speaking to, came onto the screen with a smile. “Hola, Calloway."

  I grinned. “Como estas?” This meant how are you in Spanish.

  Juan smiled and stared at me lovingly. “I am good, Mr. Calloway. I am so glad to be talking to you."

  I grinned. Juan was such a sweet boy. Though only 16, he had the life skills of a much older man. He went to school in the Tolima region. He was from a city called Ibagué. It was the music capital of Colombia, and he always met up with local tourists to try to practice English. But he'd realized that the local classes at his school weren't enough. He'd applied for and gotten a scholarship to do an online program with a fluent English speaker, which was me. Our Spanish helped guide the conversations, but the core of the lesson was improving his spoken English.

  ”I'm so glad we're talking today, Calloway. I have something I wanted to tell you."

  I nodded. "Dímelo, please.” This meant tell me in Spanish.

  Juan took a deep breath and stared at the floor. "Well, I don't know how to say it. I'm gay."

  My jaw dropped. "Really?"

  Juan blushed. "Yes. And…" He sighed. "I wish it were as simple as that. But it's not. There is a boy at my school. I want to talk to him but I don’t know how."

  "What's his name?"

  "Sam," Juan said breathlessly. His eyes sparkled. "He's an exchange student from the United States. I've only seen him a few times in passing. Technically, he's in the grade below me, but he's actually older than me."

  "How old is he?"

  “18, I think. All I know is his Spanish is horrible. Necessito hablar con el en Ingles."

  I laughed. This meant I need to speak to him in English. It didn’t escape me that Juan had a little age gap relationship going. Or trying to get one started.

  "What kind of things would you like to say to him, Juan?”

  Juan sighed. "I'd like to tell them that I want to go out for drinks with him. I want to buy him a beer."

  I laughed. "That's easy, Juan. Just repeat after me. I want to buy you a beer this weekend."

  "I want… To buy you a beer next week."

  "No, no. You need to say ‘this weekend,’ not next week.”

  Juan grinned. "I'd like to buy you a beer… This weekend."

  My heart melted. "That's amazing, Juan. You're doing such a good job."

  Juan blushed. "Thank you so much for your… For your praise. It makes my body warm and flushed."

  I bit my lip. "I don't think that's what you mean to say, but I'll take it. Thank you so much."

  After my conversation with Juan ended, it was lunchtime. Daddy Oscar led me by the hand to the lunchroom. We were eating chicken salad with homemade croutons and fresh Caesar dressing Daddy Joe had gotten from a local farmer’s market in Bozeman. I raced to the table, grabbing my plastic green bowl and digging in. It was so freaking delicious.

  Midway through, Nathan turned to me with a grin. "Hey, Calloway. There's something I need to get off my chest."

  I swallowed the bite of lettuce. "What is it?"

  He took a troubled breath. "I've been feeling guilty that I made you expose yourself to me in the bouncy castle. That was wrong. I’m sorry from the bottom of my heart."

  I burst into laughter. "Oh my God. Stop. I liked it, too."

  Nathan bit his lip. "But did you get in trouble with your daddy?"

  My eyes flitted around the room. "Not exactly. He told me it turned him on."

  Nathan's eyes lit up. "Oh my God. That's so hot."

  "Isn't it?" I said devilishly. "It would be so awesome if we could do it again. That way, Daddy Oscar would be ready to take me whenever."

  Dennis laughed. "I know exactly how you feel. Daddy Brent wasn't that keen on fucking me for the first month or so I stayed in Neverland. But he came around eventually."

  "I wish my daddy would fuck me every night."

  Nathan sighed. "Me too. Jacob and his daddy have sex five times a week. I'd love to be him for a night."

  I giggled. "That would be so hot."

  I glanced around the room in search of Daddy Oscar. He'd wandered off halfway through lunch. Suddenly, I spotted him on the far side of the room by a potted fern eating his salad. He was staring out the window. He was eating alone.

  My heart sunk. Suddenly, I wanted to cry.

  He looks so sad and lonely. You need to comfort him.

  "Excuse me, Nathan. There's something I need to do."

  Nathan nodded and let me squeeze out of the table. I grabbed my green salad bowl and slowly tiptoed to Daddy Oscar. When he saw me, his face immediately lit up.

  "Sw
eet boy. What are you doing away from your friends?”

  "Coming to see you, daddy. I didn't want you feeling alone."

  Daddy Oscar smiled. "That's so sweet and considerate, boy. You make my heart warm inside."

  I grinned. It reminded me of my conversation with Juan. Hadn't he said something similar?

  Daddy Oscar scooped me into his arms. My salad bowl clattered to the ground, spilling the contents all over the floor. But I didn't care. I just wanted to be with my daddy.

  Oscar ran his fingers through my hair. "I love you, sweet boy."

  My heart melted. "I love you too, daddy. I'm so thankful I'm your boy."

  Daddy Oscar kissed my forehead. In that moment, nothing could come between us. No amount of exposing myself at the bouncy castle could break us apart. My mind raced over all the incredible things he done for me. He'd made me feel so safe and gotten over my fear about my leg. Then, he’d bought me the nicest pair of big boy shoes. I’d felt so safe I hadn’t thought about it in weeks.

  "Daddy," I whispered, threading my fingers through his. "I want to go to the bedroom. Now."

  Daddy Oscar's eyes sparkled. He opened his mouth but quickly shut it. Then, he grabbed my hand and led me out of the kitchen.

  Before we left, I stuck my tongue out at Dennis, as if to say, Better luck with your daddy next time, Dennis. Because MINE is going to fuck me to sleep.

  Epilogue

  Calloway

  "Daddy," I called out, “Please go faster. We’re going to be late to the lake."

  Daddy Oscar laughed and hurried to catch up. "Didn't mean to keep you waiting, sweet boy. I got caught up staring at the beautiful trees."

  "They're stunning, aren't they daddy?"

  "Yes, sweet boy." Daddy Oscar wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "They make me want to climb a tree."

  Suddenly, fear gripped me. All at once, I was on top of that tree again, swaying and staring at the ground. I was going to fall.

  But suddenly, I stopped dead in the trail and put my hands on my hips. "Daddy. I want to climb a tree."

  His eyes shot open. "But sweet boy. That's not necessary."

  "I don't care, daddy. If you watch me, I know I’ll be safe."

  Daddy Oscar bit his lip. He glanced around the trail. The rest of the boys were far ahead. It would be just me and him.

  He took a deep breath and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Are you sure, sweet angel?"

  "Yes. I've got my brand-new shoes and I'm ready to climb."

  Daddy Oscar bit his lip. Then, he shrugged his shoulders, as if he knew my mind was made up and there was nothing he could do. He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me to a big pine tree. When I glanced up, I realized it was the same one Jacob and Dennis had taunted me by last month.

  My heart raced. I stare at the trunk, wondering how the hell I was going to do this. But I wasn't going to stop until I saw through.

  "I'm ready, daddy. All I need is a boost."

  Oscar nodded. He got on one knee and brought my foot to his knee. "You got this, boy. If anything happens, I'll be here to catch your fall."

  I raised my leg and grabbed the first branch. Fear pummeled me, coursing through my veins like a bad elixir. If I fell, it could very well end my life. My leg wouldn’t be able to take another fracture.

  My heart was racing out of my chest. I had no choice but to push these thoughts aside. There was no turning back. I gripped the bark of the first branch, feeling how firm it was in my hand. Then, I swung my leg up from Daddy Oscar’s knee and positioned myself firmly on the branch.

  The breath rushed out of me the second I realized I was in the tree.

  "You're doing such a good job, sweet boy. You're incredible."

  My heart swelled. His words were just what I needed. With determination, I hoisted myself onto the second branch and began to climb. This time, I didn't stop. I didn't look down. I climbed every one of those branches like my brother Peter was calling me a pansy all over again. I was proving to him, myself, the world that I had what it took. I wasn't a pansy at all. I was proving my worth, one branch at a time. And when I opened my eyes next, I was standing at the top of the tree, staring out into the beautiful Little Rocky Mountains.

  "Daddy," I whispered, taking in the incredible view. I knew there was no way he could hear me. But I still wanted to speak to him. I could speak through my soul. “Oh Daddy, I can see everything."

  The wind ruffled my hair. For a second, the tree swayed, and I was sure it was going to snap or that a squirrel would dart out and send me flying to the ground. But I stood firm. I wasn't going to let the wind push me off course. With a quick breath, I began my descent. I placed my foot on nearest branch and began to descend. I forced myself to keep my eyes ahead the entire time, not looking at the ground. In fact, I didn't so much as glanced down until Daddy Oscar's firm arms were wrapped around me, pulling me to safety as I hopped off the last branch.

  He flipped me around the second I reached the forest floor and pressed me against the trunk. His eyes were blazing. "You did it, sweet boy. You made daddy so proud."

  A wave of emotion washed over me. My legs turned to jelly and tears began to flow freely. "I did it, daddy. I climbed the tree."

  "Yes, sweet boy.” Daddy Oscar held me tight, squeezing my body so hard enough to burst. "You did it, boy. You proved everyone wrong."

  Sobs overtook me. I opened my mouth but there was nothing I could say. I did it. My biggest fear in the world, I beat it. There is nothing that could stop me ever again. For the rest of my life, I'd know I conquered this fear.

  I beat fear in the face with my special white shoes and my fists.

  "I climbed the tree." My voice was breathless, filled with wonder. "I climbed the tree, daddy. I climbed the tree."

  "Yes, my angel. You climb that fucking tree and you reached the very top."

  "I climbed it, daddy," I whispered one final time. "I beat my fear in the face.”

  Daddy Oscar's laugh was loud and contagious. "I'm so proud of you, little one. You fucking did it. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t achieve the world ever again.”

  Then, we joined the rest of the boys at the lake.

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  Laurie Lochs is a writer based in the Midwest. He loves MM romance and is a total KU junkie. He’s currently finishing and editing his latest series, Neverland Hills, which follow cute sweet boys on their journeys of true love. Every book in the series has age play, light ABDL, age gaps and sweet passion between growing boys and their Daddies.

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