Date: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 21:27:32 -0800 (PST)
From: CJDenton <mcitywriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Clayton's Acquisition Chapter 9

Thanks for reading and sending feedback!
http://cjwritesfilth.blogspot.com


***** ====== *****
Clayton's Acquisition Chapter 9: A Trip to Boy's Ranch
***** ====== *****

Clay came home early Friday. He scooped me up out of the office chair where
I do my schoolwork and sat down then put me in his lap. He started to click
through my work and then helped me finish up my projects for the week.

I got a few minutes of basking in his boy praise before he pulled me into
his chest and carried me upstairs, "We need to get dressed! I have a
surprise for the weekend." He picked out a pair of jeans, a red t-shirt
with a cartoon dragon on it and a blue cap with a red duck on it. He
swapped out my collar for the dog tags that also said I was owned, and put
the collar into a duffel bag on the bed. Clay changed out of his suit and
into a pair of jeans, a v-neck shirt that showed his muscles and a white
cap with his college logo on it.

I could tell, from the duffel bags and the plastic bag with juice boxes and
lunch in it, that we were going on a road trip. We headed out west of the
city, missing the traffic and driving out past the mountains that rings the
city. I'd never been past the mountains. The forests gave way to open
prairie. The land flattened out and the country station he usually had on
in his truck faded until he put in a cd of pop music from when he was my
age.

Clay kept saying, "You've heard this song, haven't you?" I shook my head. I
didn't grow up with a lot of music and the music I went to school with,
deep in the southside hood, was mostly rap and hip hop, two things Clay
couldn't stand.

I tried to read my school books for awhile, but then got carsick. Clay gave
me some crackers from the bag he'd packed and a juice box. That helped a
little. I leaned across and put my head in his lap and finally fell asleep
as he rubbed my shoulder.

I woke up as Clay pulled into a gas station and nudged me awake so he could
fill up the truck. I sat up and rubbed my eye as he leaned over and kissed
my cheek. "You need to pee?" he asked as he fished out his credit card. I
nodded, "Yeah daddy."

I got out of the truck and started to walk to the little store, but then
realized I hadn't gone into a place without him since before I met him. It
was a weird feeling. I'd spent most of my life trying to be invisible. I
worried someone would spot me, yell "Queer!" and then everyone would jump
on me.

I didn't worry about that when I was with Clay. People assumed we were
father and son. No matter how gay I looked, they wouldn't do more than look
at me because they were either intimidated or attracted to Clay who looked
like the height of straight masculinity. Either way they weren't looking
for a fight. I felt invincible at his side. I could coalesce to his touch,
his hand on my shoulder because most people didn't think anything about a
father and son embracing or a father guiding his son through a store.

I stopped, got honked at by a car and stepped back towards the truck as
Clay came around and gave a dirty look to the car I'd blocked in
mid-thought. I followed him back to the pump and stood there as he fidgeted
with his phone.

"You didn't need to pee?" he asked with raised eyebrow.

"I... I'll wait for you daddy," I said.

"You afraid to go in alone?" Clay asked. I nodded. "Ok baby, I'll take you
in." He topped off the tank and put the pump back. He put his hand on my
shoulder and pushed me towards the store. He waited in the tiny, nasty
bathroom while I pissed near the bowl (no one else seemed to make it in)
and then we bought some gum and got back on the highway (we had wipes in
the car).

Another hour, and a short nap, later, Clay rubbed me awake again. He leaned
down, kissed my cheek and eyed me smiling and I blinked awake up from his
lap. "We're here, baby boy," he helped me up and took our bags out of the
small backseat, then offered me a hand to hop down from the truck. He took
my hand and led me towards a long one-story house that rambled on along a
lake. We passed a row of trucks, suv's and luxury sedans parked alongside
the waterfront.

A large lake stretched from the left side of the property off to the
horizon. The sun was warming up the rolling expanse through the cloudless
sky. A few birds were chirping in a grove of trees off to the right and I
took a big inhale of the fresh air that city life rarely afforded. Clay
pulled me closer to him as we stepped up to the door and a man in a
bare-chested man in his 30's came out wearing a cowboy hat and tight jeans.

"This is the boy!" the man exclaimed, eyeing me with a warm smile, "I'm
glad you finally settled on one." he laughed.

"Yes, well eventually my heart had to settle down somewhere," Clay said,
kissing my cheek. He introduced me to the man whose name was Kidd, but he
only referred to me as "my boy." The man welcomed me with a hug and then
took the bags from Clay and welcomed us to the "lodge."

He set our bags down and flopped down on his back across the bed and then
patted his chest, "C'mere, pinkberry," he smiled, trying out new
nicknames. I crawled over to his side and he pulled me against him. I
looked out across his chest to the window with a view of the lake. Two
small sailboats were near the shore, each with a couple, one older, one
younger. Another couple, a guy in his late 40's with a guy who looked
somewhere around 20, was trying to start a fire in a large stone fire
pit. A few other couples were sitting around the pit talking.

Some of the other couples were older, but all with obvious age
differences. One guy looked about 60 and had a guy with him who was
obviously in his 40s but dressed like someone younger. I was kind of
getting used to the odd situations Clay took me to.

"Um, daddy?" I started, raising an eyebrow at how many of the couples
looked similar to us, "What's up with the guys here?"

"They're couples. Well, most of them," Clay said, stroking my hair as he
tried to ease in to a nap, "Some are alone, looking for younger or
older. It's a comfortable group, but don't wander off. I don't need you
getting picked up."

"So... did you... like come to this stuff before me?" I asked hesitantly,
not sure what answer would make me happy.

"Sometimes. Len was into this stuff.  I think I was the youngest guy he
dated. He should be here this weekend," Clay yawned, "C'mon, let me nap a
little bit and then we'll go say hi to everyone." Clay hugged me into his
chest and laid back against the pillow, sliding off his shoes with his
feet.

We changed after our nap. Clay put me in a conservative long-sleeved
t-shirt and hoodie. He had on a tank top and some beach shorts, never one
to bow to the cold night air.  The guys had the fire pit blazing so we made
our way down there with a quick stop in the kitchen to get a plate of food
to share.

Clay said hello to everyone, set down our plate and gave out hugs, pushing
me into the chests of strangers who were a little too enthusiastic to meet
me. He knows every gay on the planet... We finally settled in to a blanket
against a large rock. Clay sat down and pulled me into his lap.

Clay put the plate in my lap and started picking at some chicken and salad,
occasionally putting a forkful to my mouth while he laughed with his
friends. I never got used to the way people looked at him, a mix of
admiration and jealousy. He never seemed to notice his popularity, unless
their eyes wandered down to the boy in his lap.

A man came out with a tray of red plastic cups and offered one to Clay. I
was thirty so I reached up for it, but he sniffed it and then said, "No no,
this is daddy juice. You thirsty?" I nodded, afraid to open my mouth in
front of the group. A nearby guy who looked close to my age jumped up and
brought me a sprite from a box of ice behind the rock circle.

"Here you go, Sir," the guy said to Clay. He fixed his eyes on my daddy. He
was a few inches taller than me and had really good muscle definition. He
didn't look at me, but had a happy smile when Clay thanked him and opened
it for me, holding it in front of me.

"Do you need anything else? Napkins?  Some dessert? I made the
cookies. I've been taking classes!" he chirped on excitedly. Clay told him
no but thanked him again and assured we'd try the cookies later. The guy
blushed and lowered his head, giving me an appraising sneer. The guy went
and sat down again as Clay smiled, happy with the service. And then Clay
looked down at me.

"What?"

"He totally wants you," I whispered up to him feeling an unsettling twinge
of jealousy.

"And I want you," Clay kissed my nose, "So what's the problem?" He rubbed
my tummy and then insisted I keep eating. I didn't feel hungry but he
wasn't going to let me miss a meal.

After his fourth red plastic cup that I wasn't allowed to partake in,
Clay's hand wandered a little lower than my tummy. He rubbed lightly over
my thighs absent-mindedly as he carried on talking to the other
daddies. The guy who had spent most of the night trying to get Clay's
adoring eyes moved a little closer to us.

"Hey, I'm Jared," he said while offering me his hand, trying a new tactic
to get Clay's attention.

Clay nudged me, "Say hi," he nibbled on my ear a little too happily
(drunk).

I said, "Hi, I'm Tare," and shook his hand.

"I know," he laughed, "er... uh, I've heard a lot about you... Is this your
first... event?"

I nodded, "Yeah." Jared was certainly getting Clay's attention now. I
wondered where his "daddy" was.

"We were all superhappy that Clay finally settled down. Although... you
know... we'll miss.. you know... He's a lot of fun to play with," Jared
blushed.

I didn't know. Was he saying he'd played around with Clay? I looked up at
him expectantly, looking for an answer in his face. He cleared his throat,
then laughed, not an appropriate response.

"I gotta pee," I whispered and got out of his lap; to my feet; pushing his
arms from around me. I pushed away from him and headed for the door in to
the kitchen area. Clay caught up to me and opened the door for me.

"Babe," he caught my arm as I went in and led me through to the bathroom
before asking, "You ok?"

"What does he mean, 'we?' You did stuff with him? And the other guys here?
I knew about Len, but..."  I felt my cheeks flush and my eyes narrow but
forced myself not to get teary.

"Baby," Clay looked hurt, "I'm a grown man who's experienced life. You
can't get upset for me not being a 33 year old virgin. Can you?"

"I... I don't know... I..." I shook my head and looked down at the sink.

"I know what goes through your head as a scared teenager new to the gay
scene," he said, flipping up the seat of the toilet and taking his cock out
to piss. We both stared down at our cocks until our streams crossed and we
had a moment of escape from the awkward conversation.

"I remember being your age, falling in love with the first guy I made out
with and thinking it would last forever," Clay continued.

"Wait, are you saying we're going to break up?" I interrupted. I hadn't
thought about that until now. I felt my heart race as I shook the last few
drops out of my cock and tucked it away. I backed up against the sink as
Clay was still pissing out the four drinks he'd had.

"No, fuck," he jumped and shook out his cock and tucked it away. "No, fuck
no. I'm in this as long as you want me to be. I meant... shit." Clay stared
at me in the mirror as I washed my hands, feeling tears pushing against my
eyes.

"I meant I had a lot of disappointment and eventually just stopped looking
for that life love and just played around with whoever I felt like. I
didn't think I'd find that feeling again until I met you. I just... Damnit,
look at me Tare," Clay lifted my head towards the mirror to meet his gaze,
calling me by name to jar my attention to him.

"I did have a lot of safe sex with a lot of guys and no I'm not sorry I did
that. But that's the past. I won't apologize for my past any more than I'd
apologize for planning my entire future with you. It's what I did and what
I'm going to do.  You're my world, baby," Clay kissed the side of my neck
as he reached around me to wash his hands.

"I'm sorry, daddy," I closed my eyes and laid back into his arms. Clay
dried his hands and then slipped them up inside my shirt to rub my chest
and tweak a nipple as he kissed up the side of my neck.

"I've been horny since we got here," he laughed and then kissed down the
back of my neck. He fumbled with a few of the drawers next to the sink
before he found a bottle of lube. "I need to fuck you, so bad, baby. Can I
fuck you?" He nibbled on my ear.

"Uh huh," I mumbled, lost in his warmth. He slid my shirt up over my head
and tossed it onto the counter beside us. The dog tags clanked against my
chest. His hands rubbed down my tummy and he fumbled with my jeans until
the slid down to the floor. He kissed down my back and sent chills over me
as my cock pressed hard inside my briefs.

"Beautiful boy," he said, crouching behind me and sliding down my
briefs. His hands kneaded my ass before I felt his warm tongue wiggle into
me. I laid my head against the cold granite counter and started to make
pleasant noises as daddy expertly opened his baby.

"Please fuck me," I begged as his tongue awakened all the signals inside me
that needed his seed.  "Breed your boy, daddy," I whined.

Clay wiggled his tongue inside me and then worked in two wet fingers to get
me ready for him. He bit softly into my right cheek as he softly probed me,
finding the spots that produced the happiest noises from me and made me
shiver under his touch.

"Yeah? You want daddy inside you?"  Clay growled and gave my cock a few
wanks. He had his own cock out, hard and ready for me.

"Yes sir, please fuck me, daddy," I looked back at him and he leaned up to
kiss me, deep fingering me.

Clay got up behind me and slicked up his cock with the lube, lined it up
with my hole and slowly worked his way inside me with his boy stretcher. He
grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to look at him in the mirror as he
started to slide in and out of me.

"Oh fuck baby, you're so tight," he eased into me as I gasped for breath
and tried to open up for him. He kept his eyes on mine and lifted my head
anytime I tried to look down.

"I love your face when I slide inside you," he smiled at me, "So intense,
focused. You want me?"

"Yeah," I whined, lost in pleasure, "It feels so good, daddy. Don't stop."
Clay rubbed my hair with one hand and smacked my ass playfully as he
started to slide in and out of me.

"That's my boy," he encouraged as I opened up to more of his cock, "That's
daddy's good boy;" he laughed.

"Mmmm yeah," I moaned as Daddy grabbed on to the chain that held the dog
tags around my neck and pulled back on them. He was working up a good pace
now the playful amusement began to fade from his face. His lips fell open
as his breathing sped up to match his fucking pace and his cock plumped up
inside my hole, stretching it wider.

Our eyes locked in the mirror as he deep-fucked my hole. I barely noticed
when one of the guys came into the bathroom behind us until Clay yelled
out, "Dude, occupied!"

"Oh Dude, sorry!" The guy, a tall muscled early 20's man with tattoos on
his arms, paused a minute to take in the scene until Clay reached back and
slammed the door shut without breaking his pace.

"Give us a minute," Clay called as he fumbled with the lock on the door and
then returned his hands to grab on to my hips as he fucked into me. "Fuck
yeah baby," Clay gave a gentle smack to my ass and then leaned over me and
kissed the back of my neck.

Clay kissed up my neck and then turned my head to face him as he worked his
tongue into my mouth, speed fucking my hole with urgency.

Clay's daddy cock hit the right spots at the right time and I felt my body
start to cum. "I cum daddy?"  I begged, "Please daddy?" I barely got it out
before I felt the juice rising up my shaft.

"Yeah, fuck baby, cum for Daddy," he consented, twisting my nipples as he
sped up.

My body responded, tensing up as I felt my cock start to fire off against
the cabinet. "Ahhhhh daddddyyyy," My body jerked as my hole squeezed down
on his cock. "Uhhhhhh," Clay's hand went to my cock and pumped it roughly
as I shot thick white streaks. He kept pumping it, milking every drop out
of me.

"Yeah baby, here I cum," he said as his cock started to fill my hole with
his daddy juice. He pulled me tightly against him as he growled into my ear
and shoved his cock as far as he could inside me.

"Owww!," It hurt but I was still reeling from my own boygasm.

"Sorry.... fuck... sorry.... baby," Clay said in mid-climax. He pulled out
to the tip and shoved it in just a little, fucking my ring to milk the last
of his juice out. He collapsed over me, pinning me against the counter as
he started to recover.

"Oh baby, that was hot," he buried his lips into my shoulder and laid his
head against me.

Another person tried to enter the bathroom but was foiled by the lock this
time.

"Almost done!" Clay mumbled half asleep. He hadn't had as long of a nap as
I'd had today. I smiled at myself in the mirror with sleepy muscle daddy
crushing me against the counter, but it felt nice... like he really was all
mine.

We wiped down the cabinets and got dressed before going back to our room
for a shower and bedtime. The fire was still going outside which made me
realize the curtains were still open as we stepped out of the shower and
fished some pajamas out of our bags.

Clay stumbled over to the window, swinging his big soft cock. I noticed
most of the outside group was checking us out and I scrambled to hide
behind him. Clay just rolled his eyes and laughed as he closed the
curtains.

He pulled on a pair of flannel boxers while I put on pajama pants and a
tank top. He slid monkey into my arms as he sidled up behind me and put his
arms around me, pulling me back into his chest as he finally drifted off to
sleep.

****^*****^****

Saturday morning we had to face the group at breakfast. He'd just put on a
pair of shorts and I padded down to the kitchen behind him in my pajama
pants and tank top. Clay put my hoodie on me before we left the room. We'd
slept a long time as most of the men and boys were sitting down to plates
of pancakes and sausage.

"We all enjoyed the late show last night," one man laughed as we walked
over to the table with our plates of food. I blushed and hid behind Clay.

"We practiced that," he laughed and pushed me around in front of him and
pulled out a chair for me. "You just got fruit? No baby," Clay said when we
sat down. He forked a pancake onto my plate and a small piece of
sausage. He put an arm around the back of my chair and used his other hand
to eat.

"Maybe he just wants fruit," Jared said, sitting across the table from
us. He smiled at me as though he genuinely had my back in this
matter. Completely fake...

"He doesn't want to eat anything that doesn't have a stem, that's the
problem," Clay said.

"You two disappeared last night. I thought you'd come back out," Jared said
in a questioning tone.

"We... got tired pretty quickly," Clay said and kissed the top of my
head. I kept my eyes down and started working on the plate of food.

Len surprised us, stumbling into the kitchen wearing a wrinkled pair of
boxers and a sleepy smile. His tan, toned lanky body stretched in a sunbeam
spilling in through the window as he yawned.  He lit up when he saw Clay
and came over to kiss us both on the cheek saying, "duck, duck," and then
"goose," as he stole a piece of sausage off Clay's plate.

Following Len was a tall, muscled daddy in his mid 40s. He came right
behind Len and kissed the back of his neck before they went to get plates
of food and coffee.

"So you switched to boxers?" Clay asked when Len came back in with a plate
piled with food.

"What? Uh, Oh! No, um I think they're his," Len pointed towards the muscle
daddy behind him.

"Nope," The man shook his head, "You took them from that maintenance guy
you dragged in with us."  He laughed.

"Oh! Hell yeah!" Len perked up and sat across from Clay then pointed right
at him "Maintenance dude had the biggest... Oh wait, you don't care about
cocks," Len moved his pointer finger over towards me, "You'll appreciate
this little man," he said to me, making a hook with three
fingers. "Maintenance dude had the thickest dark meat. It hooked a little
to the..."

"Dude!," Clay yelled out and pushed Len's hand away. "I'd appreciate you
not tarnishing my little angel here." I blushed, but smiled at Len.

"Oh whatever Clay, you know you're still the biggest rooster in the house,"
Len rolled his eyes and winked at me. "I'm sure once Tare does some
comparison shopping, he'll figure that out. No need to wander."

"He's not going to DO any comparison shopping, and I don't need you putting
filth into my boy's head," Clay said with more than a hint of anger.

Len shrugged and shoveled in a forkful of pancake as the muscle daddy at
his side tried to slide his arm around Len's waist. Len pushed him
away. The man sat up and started on his breakfast. Clay was so distracted,
he didn't make me finish my plate.

Clay turned to me and his scowl softened, "As you can see, you have nothing
to worry about with Len."

"There's always something to worry about when I'm around," Len countered
and then winked at me and reached across the table to ruffle my hair and
pinch my cheek.

The sun had come out in full force after brunch and a lot of the guys
decided to go out on the lake.  Clay said it was fed by some warm springs
so the water didn't get too cold this far south. He had packed his swimsuit
and gotten a new one for me. It was more of the board shorts type suit and
it went down to my knees. Clay's was a small green square cut that easily
displayed his ample package. He got fresh beach towels from the closet and
a bottle of sunblock.

"No baby," he said when he saw me waiting by the door. He fished a t-shirt
out of my bag and put it on me. I sighed but was too excited about getting
out in the sunshine to argue with him.

A long dock jutted out across the water. Clay held my hand as we padded out
to the end of it and took our shoes off and set them next to the
towels. Clay ran the last few feet and did a perfect jump, diving head
first into the blue water.

"Cmon baby, jump in," he splashed around, "It's not that cold."

I sat on the edge of the dock and put my feet in and then used the metal
ladder to ease myself down into the water, not letting go of the
ladder. The first sensation that freaked me out was not feeling anything
under my feet but water. I held on to the ladder rail and tried to smile at
him.

Clay swam up behind me and pried my fingers off of the ladder. I put my
arms around his neck and held on as he paddled his feet.

"I guess you're not a water baby," he laughed and put an arm around me as
he swam around, a little too far from the dock for my comfort.

"Can we go to the shallower area? I don't like this, daddy," I felt my
heart racing even faster as the thought that animals would be swimming
around underneath me.

"I got you baby. I guess I should be grateful, now you really won't leave
my side," Clay kissed me and rubbed water over my hair. He eased me around
to his back so I could hold on from behind as he paddled around in the
water. The other men started to file out and fill the dock.

Jared and a few other guys swam up next to us. "We get it, you two are in
love," he laughed.

"He doesn't do water very well," Clay said. "But daddy's got him." I put my
cheek against Clay's shoulder and held on firmly. I hated not feeling earth
under my feet, but holding on to him and feeling his confident ability gave
me enough peace to stay in the water.

Clay went easy with me, just swimming around with his head above water as
the guys started to splash around and dunk each other. A few couples were
holding on to each other, making out and things under the water
level. Jared kept buzzing around us until a guy about Clay's age swam over
and started to flirt with him.

"I don't want to go under the water, daddy," I whispered when Len swam by
us and pushed one of the "boys" under.

"Baby, you have to learn how to swim a little bit. I love you latched on to
me, but not out of fear," he said back to me. "C'mon, I'll hold on to you,
but let's try this a little. Please?"

Clay started to pull me around to the front of him and held me with his
hands under my shoulders.

"Just wiggle your arms and legs, you don't need much to keep you up," he
said, "And keep your eyes on me."

"Ok," I did what he told me and started to stay up on my own, but then he
started to pull his hands away from me. "No daddy, no!!" I started to go
down and he grabbed me and pulled me into him.

"You said you wouldn't let go," I held on to his neck a little too tightly.

"You were floating on your own and I'm right here. I wouldn't let you go
under," he countered.

"I want to go to the shallow part where I can stand up. I don't want to be
out here anymore," I felt my heart racing.

"Baby," Clay moved me back around to behind him where I could hold on
without strangling him, “Ok, we'll try it later; closer to the
shore. But everyone needs to know how to swim at least enough to float."

"You said you wouldn't let go..." I whispered into his shoulder.

Jared swam over and offered me a foam board in the shape of a dolphin. "You
can hold on to this if Clay wants to swim around a little bit," he said.

"Thanks... but I've got him," Clay said, adding, "He's all the
entertainment I need."

Len swam up to us and insisted he wanted to hold on to Clay too. Clay
splashed at him. A tall hispanic guy walked out to the dock and told Clay
he had a phone call from his mom.

"Oh shit," Clay scrambled towards the dock. I held on firmly as he started
up the ladder, but then he picked me off of him and set me on the edge of
the dock and then climbed out, kissed my head, grabbed a towel and headed
towards the hotel.

"You want to hold on to me?" Len offered.

"I'm... I should wait," I said, not really wanting to get back in the
water.

"I won't let Jared drown you," he laughed and swam up to me. He pulled
himself up on the ladder a few rungs and put his hand on my legs. "Clay
won't let you go shirtless?"

"No, I don't get it. He's ok with me being half naked with his other
friends," I said, shielding my eyes from the sun with a hand.

"Those guys respect him, these...  well we're a pretty open bunch here,"
Len said. "Clay used to try to cover me up, but he had good reason. I
wasn't all that faithful."

"You cheated on him? Why?" I squinted at Len.

"I... well, We got together when I was 18 and didn't have experience. It
was great, for awhile, but I wanted to sample life a little. I'd give
anything to go back and do it right... but I think you're good for him. He
hasn't been this happy in a long time," Len looked around, a little too
uncomfortable with the topic to look me in the eye.

"I can't imagine wanting anyone else," I said, "I hope he can't either."

"C'mon, let's get back in the water, I'll go easy on you," Len prodded. He
stepped back down off the ladder and then reached his arms out for me
insistently.

I looked around to see if Clay was coming back, then eased myself down off
the dock and into Len's arms.  He felt nice next to me and I put my arms
around him and my head against his bare shoulder.

"Aww, sweet baby," he smiled at me, kissed my hair and swam over to join a
group of guys close to the shore.

"Well, I stole the boy," he laughed as they looked at us with puzzled
smiles.

"Roger was telling us about your adventure last weekend at the beach
house," One man said to Len.

"Oh, yeah... I didn't know that guy was married. Apparently his wife didn't
know he likes it up the ass," Len laughed.

"She does now," The man said, "Maybe she'll buy a strap-on and win him
back."

The men went on telling wild sex stories about guys I didn't know. It got
pretty filthy. Clay would not approve. But I clung to Len and stared out
across the lake with my head buried into his shoulder. He wasn't paying
much attention to me, but he mindlessly began to rub my back and was
holding onto my pretty tightly. His shoulder smelled like sunblock and an
overly masculine cologne.

I was sliding down him a little so he moved the arm across my back down to
under my bottom. He started to bounce me a little against his chest.Then he
rubbed his other hand across my ass, squeezing it a little. I didn't have
much option but to hold on.

"You like that, little bottom boy?" he whispered in a low growl.

"Uh... what?" I raised my head, not sure how to respond.

"Joking," he laughed, but didn't sound entirely like he meant that.

"I'll take that," Clay said from behind us. He hooked his hands under my
shoulders and pried me off Len's chest. Clay hugged me to his chest, then
added, "You know you can stand up here, this is the shallow part."

I looked down and noticed the water was just up to below his nipples. He
set me on my feet and the water came up to my chin. I stood up on my tip
toes and wiggled them in the sandy bottom of the lake. I looked over at
Len, he just laughed and shrugged, "Can't blame me for trying."

"Uh... trying what?" Clay asked, then shook his head, "Nevermind. I don't
want to know. We have to get going down to Calton."

"Your parents?" Len looked worried.

"Yeah, dad's having some trouble," Clay shook his head. Then he turned to
me and said, "We need to get on the road, let's go get packed up."

I was grateful to get out of the water and stand on my own feet. Clay
wrapped me in a beach towel after we climbed ashore. We got changed and
packed and loaded into the truck.

"Is he going to be ok?" I asked as Clay pulled out onto the highway. I
realized I hadn't heard anything about his parents or family. I didn't
think much about him coming from somewhere; his roots. I just thought of
him as my daddy. I guess that was all going to change whenever we got to
wherever we were going to meet his family.

"It should be. We'll see what's going on when we get down there," he said
and reached over to hold my hand. I squeezed his hand, put my head against
his shoulder and watched the mountains come into view as his truck flew
over a big hill.

-CJ :)
http://cjwritesfilth.blogspot.com