“Am I interrupting something?” he asked with a big grin.
“The kid’s just got a taste of Daddy.”
“Be careful, George. You could get addicted to Daddy,” Cullen said. “I know Johnny and I certainly are.”
“Would you like another hit?” Daddy placed his hands on his hips and rolled his pelvis forward.
“After dinner, maybe,” Cullen said. “I’m sure you boys are starving.”
“The kid caught his first fish today.” Daddy pulled George to his feet and hugged him close. “I’m very proud of him.”
Cullen walked over and gave George a big kiss, tickling him with his beard. “Where is it?”
“Over there in the pond,” Daddy said, pointing.
Cullen walked to the pond with Daddy and George following and pulled the stringer out of the water.
“That’s his catch.” Daddy indicated the largest one and winked at George behind Cullen’s back.
“That’s a damn good, catch!” Cullen exclaimed. “I’m proud of you, too.”
George stood rooted in place, too stunned to react. He couldn’t remember one instance where either of his parents said they were proud of him. To have two men he barely knew say that sounded alien to him, but good. He was certain Cullen knew Daddy lied saying George caught the biggest fish but that, too, was something he never heard before. Tears formed in his eyes and he fought them back. He wouldn’t cry in front of them yet.
“Where’s Johnny?”
Daddy shrugged. “We thought he’d be back by now.”
A strange look passed between them. George was sure they were worried about Johnny but wouldn’t say so out loud. Daddy brought the fish up to the cabin and showed George how to clean them. Cullen fussed over his fish, patting George on the back, congratulating on how it was the largest one
George knew his wasn’t the biggest one but the wink he got from Daddy kept him from correcting him. He watched Cullen batter and fry the fish, and fix a salad with fresh vegetables.
Not a fan of any food that was green, George found it delicious and wolfed down his meal. Daddy and Cullen beamed at him like two doting parents, when he asked for seconds.
He helped Cullen clean up after dinner. The rain had slowed to a steady drip and the thunder and lightning moved off to the southeast. Stuck inside, they lit lanterns and grouped them together to hold back the gloom. Cullen handed Daddy a newspaper he bought in Quapaw, and then retrieved a book from the bedroom. George sat between them as they stretched out on the floor reading. When Daddy finished the newspaper, he handed it to George.
While George read, Daddy and Cullen rubbed their rough hands over his body, easing the stiffness and aches from the previous nights from his limbs and muscles.
“It’s about time for bed,” Daddy announced when George finished the paper. Cullen glanced over at him. The unanswered question of Johnny’s whereabouts hung like a ghost in the room.
“May I join you?” George asked, hoping to dispel their worry.
Daddy scooped him off the floor and threw him over his shoulder like a huge rag doll. He dumped him laughing on the bed. Cullen came in behind them and removed his clothes. He joined them on the mattress. They spent several long minutes, kissing, caressing and licking. They explored each other’s bodies. Only the sound of their heavy breathing could be heard above the rain on the roof.
Daddy sat back against the headboard and guided George to suck his dick again. On his hands and knees, George felt Cullen’s finger probe his anus with a lubricant. From the smell, he guessed it was Vaseline. Then Cullen’s rigid cock entered him. George gasped and Cullen stopped.
“Are you all right?”
George kept his mouth on Daddy’s cock, panting while he answered. “It hurt at first but not so much now.”
“Do you want me to pull out?”
“No,” George responded. “Just take it slow, please.”
Cullen moved gently until he was completely inside George. He moved back and forth while George sucked on Daddy’s dick, stopping every few seconds to take a breath and moan in ecstasy.
“Oh, yeah. That’s nice, kid. I’m about to cum. Do you want to swallow?” Daddy’s voice was soft, almost a whisper.
George nodded as much as he could and braced himself. Daddy shuddered and clamped his rough hands on either side of George’s head. Gasping loudly and pumping his rock hard abs, he exploded into George’s mouth.
The warm liquid squirting down his throat almost caused George to gag, but he swallowed several times in quick succession to keep up with Daddy’s load. Then Cullen’s dick in his ass began to quiver and the hands on his butt cheeks dug into his flesh. He tensed as another stream of warmth shot inside of him.