Daddy decided they had plenty of fish and suggested they return home. Neither Cullen nor Johnny was there when they got back. They stored the stringer of fish in the pond and sat down to wait.
“Can I ask why you’re hiding out here in the wilderness?” Curiosity finally got the better of for George. He didn’t resist when Daddy snaked an arm around his waist and sat him on his lap.
“I’d be surprised if you believe my story but here goes. I was arrested for a burglary in Fayetteville a couple of years ago. The charges were false but I escaped from jail and I’ve been on the run ever since.”
“If the charges were false, why run? They couldn’t convict you if there wasn’t any evidence against you.”
Daddy chuckled and squeezed him tighter. “You really are na?ve, aren’t you?”
George’s face reddened. “Why do you say that?”
“My accusers and the police knew about me and Cullen and Johnny. Do you think I would stand a chance of getting a fair trial in Arkansas or any other state in this region?”
George had no answer for him. Daddy continued.
“When I escaped they came with me. This is how we’ve existed for over two years now.”
“How did you learn to live out here in the woods without any creature comforts?”
“My father must’ve seen something in me when I was just a boy and he tried to ‘cure’ me.” Daddy made quotation marks in the air. “Since we lived here in the Ozarks, he taught me how to live off the land, how to hunt and fish, forage for food in the plants. He always said a real man didn’t need all that sissy stuff like fluffy pillows and a soft bed. We don’t have to get food from grocery stores. Everything a man needs God has provided for on earth. He just needs to know how to get it.”
“But you have to have money, don’t you? I mean you have to buy some food and gas for the pickup?”
“Yes, Cullen and Johnny do some odd jobs in the small towns around here. They try to keep a low profile but we’ve been discovered before and had to move a couple of times. The marshals found us in Arkansas and then Missouri. Fortunately, we figured out what was going on and managed to escape just in time. If they find us here in Oklahoma, we may have to go to Kansas or maybe Louisiana. We were lucky to find this abandoned cabin here. We’ve not had such nice accommodations before.”
George couldn’t imagine the rough-hewn cabin as being ‘nice.’ He heard a note of sadness in Daddy’s voice. “What’s the matter?”
“This isn’t the life for them. They shouldn’t have to live like this. They don’t need to suffer for my mistakes.”
George thought Daddy might cry but he didn’t. The big man sat quiet for a while staring at the pond. George slipped an arm around his neck and hugged Daddy’s head into his chest. A clap of thunder rumbled in the distance and the clouds opened up again.
George followed Daddy inside the cabin. They stripped off their wet jeans and Daddy built a small fire while George sat on the floor. No longer self-conscious about being nude, George watched in fascination as Daddy, naked as well and muscles rippling, worked in the fireplace. Daddy stood up to examine his handiwork, his penis swinging low.
In the light of the fire, it didn’t seem nearly as scary to George as Louis’ smaller one had just two nights before. Daddy turned his face toward him. A huge grin stretched across his features.
“Like what you see, kid?” He pointed toward George’s crotch.
George realized that he was hard, his cock pointing perpendicular to his torso. Daddy stepped in front of him. George rose to his knees.
No pressure this time, he ran his tongue up the beefy cock and it sprang to life. He kissed the tip, listening to Daddy chuckle. Daddy’s cock bobbed up and down, bumping his nose. George grabbed it to keep it still so he could shove it into his mouth. It was so much larger that Louis’ and more delicious. He swallowed as much as he could, stretching his jaws. He rested his hands on Daddy’s hips.
Daddy ran his fingers through George’s hair and over his shoulder. Rain pounded on the roof and windows while thunder rumbled, providing a peaceful melody for the occasion.
“Take care of yourself, kid,” Daddy said in a low voice.
George stroked his own cock furiously while keeping his lips closed around Daddy’s. In just a few short seconds, his climax surged and he ejaculated, moaning loudly over the noise on the roof
He sat back on his heels, gasping for breath. The door opened and Cullen hurried in from the rain, carrying grocery sacks in each arm. He set the bags on the table and looked across the room.