“You found my billfold and my shoe,” he said in surprise. He held them up for them to see but Daddy didn’t release Johnny.
“I had to protect you, Daddy.” Johnny stared into his eyes.
Daddy didn’t move for several long seconds and then pulled him into a passionate kiss. When they separated, Daddy herded them all to the pond.
Clothes were shed along with inhibitions and George again found himself squeezed between two hard, hairy bodies. This time, he sucked on Cullen while Johnny spread his ass and pounded him. Daddy watched laughing and stroking his massive cock. After exhausting themselves, they lay on the shore of the pond, soaking up the afternoon sun.
They returned to the cabin and continued their lovemaking after supper. It seemed with the return of Johnny and George’s effects, the last emotional barriers had been removed and the boy forgiven.
“I think it’s time for the kid to get a real taste of Daddy.”
George grinned and crawled across the bed with his eyes on the mammoth cock. He ducked to kiss the head but Daddy stopped him.
“Other end, kid.”
Unsure, George looked up at him. Daddy grinned down at him showing white teeth through the dark beard. He turned George around. Cullen and Johnny massaged his shoulders while Daddy lubed his hole with Vaseline.
The initial penetration was not as painful as he expected but as Daddy pushed further in, George thought his pelvis would crack open. Daddy whispered words of encouragement and stroked his back. He moved back and forth and George felt every thick vein in the wide shaft as it stroked his insides. His vision blurred as pleasure coursed through his body, turning his muscles to jelly. He began to chuckle softly as his mind tried to grasp the sensations flooding his brain. His cock ached for release but he wouldn’t allow it. He would wait for Daddy.
Time had no meaning as his body melded with Daddy’s. He couldn’t tell if it had been seconds or hours before Daddy began to moan, his warm breath soothing the skin on his back.
Daddy shuddered and came. George felt the hot liquid spewing deep inside of him. The sensation ignited his own climax and he shot his load onto the sheets. George could no longer stay on hands and knees and collapsed onto the bed, ignoring the mess.
“I’m going to have to clean up the sheets and you three before we can go to bed,” Cullen said laughing. George saw the results of Johnny and Cullen’s lovemaking smeared on their stomachs and chests.
Cullen herded them outside into the warm night and back into the pond. The late night skinny dip washed the spunk away, cleansing both body and mind. Cullen washed the sheets but they wouldn’t be dry for a while, so he produced a blanket. The foursome settled down for a satisfying night’s sleep.
* * * *
George examined his face in the mirror, studying his blond beard, which had filled in over the summer. The sun had darkened his skin from pasty white to brown, enhancing the golden locks and facial hair.
“Looking good, kid,” Cullen said, staring over his shoulder.
George’s face split into a wide grin at the compliment. Cullen wrapped his arms around him and reached down grabbing his cock and balls. George laughed and wiggled to escape but Cullen held him tight. When his struggling stopped, Cullen rubbed his hands over the kid’s torso.
“You’ve developed some muscles in the past few weeks,” Cullen murmured in his ear. “Daddy and Johnny have noticed, too. And you’ve got some color to your skin. You aren’t pale as pasteurized milk anymore.”
George turned in Cullen’s arms to face him. “And thanks to you and Daddy, I don’t have any tan lines, either.”
Cullen laughed and kissed him on the lips. George had become used to the furry sensation but still loved the feel of their beards pressed against his.
“I want to thank you for sharing your money with us to help our standard of living around here.”
George smiled up at him. “What’s mine is yours, but it’s almost gone, I’m sorry to say.”
Cullen shook his head. “That doesn’t matter. We have some new clothes and I was able to buy some things for the house. I just hope we don’t…” He looked away but not before George caught the tears welling up in his eyes. He knew what Cullen couldn’t bring himself to say. Cullen hoped they didn’t have to flee again. He remembered Daddy telling him how they had been lucky to find this abandoned cabin. Where would they go next if forced?
George rose up on his toes to return the kiss. It was a feeble attempt to calm Cullen’s fears but the gesture would be appreciated.