Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2007 01:16:44 -0500
From: mazin campbell <mazcam85@gmail.com>
Subject: Kaleb's Daddies

Story involving sex between guys, family. If it's not legal for you to
read this then please don't. It's fiction, completely. Enjoy

_____________________ ~@~  Kaleb's Daddies  ~@~ ______________________


"Look, we're not leaving you home alone tonight. I know you're 15,
it's not you we don't trust, it's the world, ok?" Daddy said, pulling
me into him and rubbing my head. I felt like a four year old pouting.
It was Friday night and I was going to be stuck at home with "Mike,"
my dads' secretary. The dads ran a big real estate company catering to
gays in Dallas. They were the ones who discovered run down old
neighborhoods and sold them as the next big "gayborhood." It had
worked well enough to get us a big house and nice things.

Mike was a struggling college student who was way hot, very muscled
and way straight, but worked for them as the eye candy at the front
door. He always babysat me on Friday nights when they went out.

Daddy kissed the top of my head and then stood up from the bed went
over and slipped a pair of tight jeans on over his boxers and a tight
sleeveless black t-shirt that showed off his muscles. Both my dads are
gym freaks; we have a whole room downstairs with every weight lifting
and cardio machine they could fit in there. They worked out together
every morning before I woke up and got ready for school. Papi, what I
call Niko who has been with my dad since I was like 5, came into the
room dressed in a similar outfit to daddy.

He paused, saw my pouting look and sighed, "You told him Jackson?"
Daddy nodded. Papi came over and sat next to me on the bed, "Look,
it's not you we don't trust."

"It's the world," I finished in a mocking tone, making Daddy laugh
because he had just said the same thing.

My dad was 15 when I was born. My mom was in her 20's and ended up
going to jail for it. She didn't want me anyways and moved away after
she got out. Besides, she wasn't allowed near us since she made some
threats and did bad stuff when she was in jail. We lived with my
grandparents until Daddy finished college and was able to get a place
for us.

They finished getting ready as I lay on their bed flicking through the
TV channels. The one downstairs had anything remotely un-kid friendly
blocked, so this was my only chance to hear a bad word. Even still, I
wasn't allowed in their room when they weren't there to supervise.
Sometimes I would fall asleep watching a movie between them. They are
pretty good dads even if they are way overprotective.

"Ok Kaleb, dinnertime," Daddy offered me his hand and then led me
downstairs and made me a sandwich while Papi made popcorn for the PG
movie Mike and I would watch. Mike showed up just as I was finished
eating.

"Kale!" he yelled, walking into the kitchen. He always called me Kale,
"ready for boys' night?" He was way too happy about spending a Friday
night with a 15 year old.  I think he just did it for the dads so they
would like him and hopefully give him a better job when he finished
college next year.

The movie Daddy picked out was actually really good. It was about
these kids at a theatre camp and one was gay. It was called Camp. Heh.
After that, we played cards for a while and then Mike made me go to
bed.

He was REALLY good at getting me to go to sleep. He would turn off all
the lights in the house and put a candle next to my bed and some quiet
piano music on the house sound system and then lay down with me and
talk to me about anything I wanted until I fell asleep. He had lots of
little brothers back home in Oklahoma. Then he would take the candle
and sneak downstairs and talk to his girlfriend on the phone until
dads came home.

Sometimes I would listen really hard and hear his conversation. He was
all about this girl and we had never met her. I guess they went out
whenever he left for the night because he was always making plans with
her.

Daddy and Papi would always come in to check on me when they got home.
Sometimes I was asleep but a lot of times I was pretending to be
asleep (my room was over the garage and it usually woke me up). They
would come in and kiss me goodnight and then tip toe back to their
bedroom and makes lots of sex noise.

Saturdays were all about me because they felt guilty about leaving me
at home the night before. Not that they were having any more fun than
I did, they saw parties and social things as time to network and never
left a party without signing up at least two clients or making a big
deal. So we went for breakfast at Café Brazil and then to the science
museum and saw an IMAX show. It was fun.

So that was my world, which was pretty stable until the next Friday.

"C'mon Kaleb, we go through this every Friday. You like hanging out
with Mike and he always takes good care of you. We'll be home early
enough tonight to put you to bed. Ok?" Daddy responded to my weekly
begging to go out with them.

"What about if like Mike and I go out somewhere instead of staying
home? Would that be cool?" I begged, getting the big eyes that he
usually couldn't resist. "Please daddy?" He liked being called Daddy.
He hated being called "Father."

"Ok, I'll ask Mike when he gets here, but just for a little while and
somewhere in the suburbs, I don't want you out in the city on a Friday
night." I was shocked! I really wasn't prepared for him saying yes. I
started trying to think of things to do, but nothing much came to
mind.

Mike was equally shocked when he got there. He had brought some
homework to work on and a big bottle of 7Up. "You sure?" he asked, not
believing the dads would let me go out without them.

I went straight upstairs and got ready. I put on a tight little
t-shirt, not that I had muscles to show off, a red hooded zippie and
jeans with my red converse. I spiked my blonde hair perfectly and
sprayed on some CK cologne. I was back downstairs in no time.

Daddy was waiting for me and put his hands on my shoulders, leaned in
and gave me a five-minute lecture about not talking to strangers and
all the stuff dads talk about. I nodded and smiled and tuned him out,
one eye focused on Mike who called his girlfriend to go along. We
ended up going to a mini-golf arcade super family fun zone type place
out in Lewisville. Dads had given Mike way too much cash so I had tons
of tokens and played every game while he and his girlfriend followed
me around making out and doing goofy couple stuff. Mike's girlfriend
was really nice to me. It was a pretty dull night but I didn't care. I
felt like a regular teenager and everyone thought Mike was my big
brother.

Things got interesting around 8:30. This group of three guys came up
next to me while I was playing skeeball (I frickin LOVE this game!).
Two of them went to the alleys to my left and one to my right. They
kept looking at me and smiling like they wanted to talk. I noticed the
two on my left were really close to each other and acted like they
were boyfriends. The one on my right gave me that raised eyebrow
"What's up?" kind of look.

I turned to look for Mike and he was about three feet behind me
sitting with his girlfriend at a high table. I turned back to play and
kept hitting the 1000 hole. I finished with a really high score and
the machine just kept spitting out tickets. It was exciting at first,
but then it wouldn't stop and just kept giving out tickets.

"Shit dude, you broke it," guy to my right laughed and came over to
the growing ticket pile.

"What do I do?" I said, not sharing in his laughter and looking kind
of worried. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Buy something
big!" We both laughed at that. He was so cute!  Just a little taller
than me and a little toned. He had tanned skin and that wavy, emo
skater hair that covered one of his eyes.

"What's your name?" he smiled at me, "I'm Jake."

"I'm Kaleb, or Kale for short," I bit my lip and looked at his chest.
He introduced me to the two friends to my left, Josh and Adam. They
waved at me and got a little closer. Josh put his arm around Adam. We
stood there talking until the ticket machine finally stopped. I think
it was out of tickets.

Jake bent down and started folding the tickets nicely and Mike
appeared behind him.

"Kale... uh we gotta go." Mike said, giving the guys a dirty look. He
pulled me away from them and held me so my back was pressed against
his chest as his girlfriend clung to his arm.

Jake turned his head up to look at us quizzedly but smiled at Mike.

"Um this is Mike, my brother, and his girlfriend Rachel." I felt
Mike's chin scrape the top of my head and guessed he had given him the
"sup Dude?" nod that guys did. Jake returned the "Sup dude" nod, but
didn't smile. He gathered up the rest of my tickets and handed them to
me.

I invited Jake to go to the little store to spend my tickets. Mike
didn't much like this idea, but I was feeling bold. His friends
followed us and Jake added his tickets with mine so I could get a big
stuffed leopard with a little baby leopard in his lap. I gave the baby
one to Jake and used the leftover tickets to get him a little
skateboard keychain since he looked like a skater.

Mike was REALLY not happy about this, but just sort of stared while he
held on to his girlfriend.

When I gave Jake the baby he said that I had to promise to keep in
touch now since we had split up a family. He wrote his email on the
back of my neck (I would have to use the mirror later to figure it
out) and I gave him my email to put into his cell phone. Mike finally
spoke up and said we were going to be late if we didn't leave soon. I
said goodbye to Jake and Mike took my arm and led Rachel and me off to
the car.

When I got home I wrote down Jake's email so I wouldn't lose it and
then used a baby wipe to clean away the evidence. I didn't want to
email him right away. That would be desperate. I just kept looking at
it and hugging the leopard. I couldn't believe it, my first crush. It
was really cool.

I snapped back to reality when I heard Daddy and Papi calling for me
to come downstairs. They had made it home early and they didn't sound
too happy.

"Let me see your neck!," Daddy called when I made it down the stairs.
He was giving me that "I know what you're up to" look. I walked over
and he looked. I had cleaned it off. I glared over at Mike who quickly
turned his eyes to the floor. His girlfriend must have gone home
because she wasn't around.

"Who's Jake?" Papi asked, refocusing us. I just stared at Mike, not
wanting to look at the dads. I felt my heart start to race and my eyes
started to water a little. I wasn't crying, but really close, fighting
it hard.

"Well?" Daddy said, putting his hand to my face and turning my eyes
toward his gently. As soon as our eyes met, I started to cry. I am not
at all good at lying. Daddy's face softened and he moved in to hug me.

"I'm sorry baby, Daddy didn't mean to yell," he whispered with a sigh.
"This is my fault, I knew I shouldn't have let you go out. You need to
slow down, don't try to grow up too fast. You're way too young to be
meeting guys. What if he's some kind of basher? What if he hurts my
little boy?"

The last line stung. I was NOT a little boy. I didn't like him
thinking that. I wiggled out of his arms and went to sit on the couch,
collecting my thoughts. Finally I found the words and choked them out.

"I'm NOT a little boy, Daddy," I said, staring at his shoes. My eyes
traveled up his jean leg and looked between them. They were both
dressed like they were going to a club. Tight jeans, tight shirts,
perfect hair, muscled, tanned skin, small tattoos on their upper arms.
 I didn't even go out dressed like that. So why did they think they
were smarter and more mature than I am?

Mike broke the silence, saying good night to everyone. He came over to
me, waiting for me to raise my head to give him a goodnight kiss on
the cheek. When I didn't, he kissed the top of my head, put his hand
under my chin and stroked it softly, whispering "Sorry Kale, I didn't
mean to get you in trouble," before going home.

"Kaleb, let's talk about this in the morning. C'mon, lets go get you
ready for bed," Daddy said, walking over to me and lifting me off the
couch. I told him to put me down and I walked up the stairs by myself.
He sat on my bed as I undressed and found the pajama pants I sleep in.

"This is the leopard?" he asked. I guess Mike had told him everything.
I turned to see him pick it up and pet it spitefully. I got really mad
at that. I sat down on the bed next to him, still wearing just my
boxer briefs. I took it out of his hand and held it up against my
chest. Daddy sighed, "I'm sorry. I'm not ready for you to grow up." He
leaned over and kissed my cheek, rubbing his warm hand over my bare
back.  I shivered at his warming touch and leaned into his chest. He
smelled a little like the bar he must have been at.

"I know Daddy, but I'm not a little kid. You make me feel stupid and
wrong for trying to be my age." I whispered the words, part of me
hoping he wouldn't hear them. I hated upsetting him. I knew he loved
me so much and gave up so much of his life to give me a good home and
stable family.

He did hear them, and whispered back an "I'm sorry." Then he stood up,
picked me up into his arms and hugged me good night before pulling
back the covers of my bed and placing me down then covering me up. He
leaned down and gave me one last good night kiss on the forehead and
then turned off my light as he headed out.

I squeezed leopard in my arms and replayed what had happened tonight,
the good parts, over and over as I fell asleep. I didn't think about
all the obstacles, just how good it would feel to go on a date with a
guy, especially a guy as hot as Jake.

That night I dreamed I was with Jake. We were in my room just
listening to music and sitting on my bed. He was wearing a t-shirt and
cargo shorts that made his butt look really cute. His shirt showed off
his strong chest. He just kept staring into me, smiling like I made
him nervous. He leaned into me and put his hand on my cheek then
kissed me. He tugged at my lower lip with his teeth, just slightly
then he pressed his lips against mine.

His arms slid around me and he pushed me back against the pillows then
straddled me with his legs. He rolled us over and pulled me on top of
him. I was on his chest, our lips locked together, his tongue swirling
slow circles around mine.

I sat up on his tummy and his hands went down to my hips. He tugged at
my shorts playfully, staring at my tummy. He looked so hot lying under
me. I could feel his cock hardening beneath mine, tenting out his
shorts. I leaned down and bit at the bottom of his shirt, sliding it
up his body slowly, revealing a rock hard tummy slightly tanned from
the Spring sun. His body was so perfect, a total guy body. I imagined
he worked out and played lots of sports, probably a big baseball
player at his high school.

I slid his shirt up over his pecs and went to work on his nipples.
They were tiny and cute, like two little pink dots peaking from a
light chocolate landscape. I worked his nipple between my teeth and
heard him gasp. I looked up to see him give me this helpless,
impassioned stare. His lips formed into a weak smile as his breathing
intensified. Our cocks pressed together with thin layers of shorts and
underwear separating them.

"Oh yeah baby," he whispered as I began moving my body up and down
rubbing our bodies slowly together. His hands went up the back of my
shirt and calmly moved up and down my back, sending chills over me.
Our bodies just kind of melted together for a while.

I woke up with a puddle in my lap. I sat up quickly and gasped. I
totally wet the bed! I put my hand down there, but it was sticky and
gooey. I came!

I scrambled out of bed and slipped out of my briefs and t-shirt,
rolling them into a ball and putting them at the bottom of the hamper.
I would have to do laundry later. I cleaned up in the bathroom and put
on some fresh briefs and shorts then crept out into the hallway.

It was early Saturday morning and so Daddy and Papi wouldn't be up
yet. The computer is password protected, but if Daddy was using it
last night and left it on, then it would still be logged in. I crept
past his door and into the office. The little light on the monitor was
orange so I jiggled the mouse and the screen flashed to life. Yay!

I had memorized Jake's email address and sat there thinking of what to
say. I couldn't really invite him to do anything... maybe we could just
get to know each other over email for awhile. I started to get
depressed. I knew the dads would not let me date. Finally I worked up
the courage and logged into my email.

Jake wrote ME!!! I nearly screamed. I stared at his little name next
to his subject line in my list. I snapped out of it and opened it:

=========================
To: Barrett, Kaleb
From: Garren, Jacob
Subject: Skeeball Thief

Kale, the cops questioned me after you left if I had seen a small
beautiful boy stealing a pile of tickets and a family of leopards. I
hid baby leopard in my jacket and told them no. So I totally covered
for you, you owe me a date. When and where do I pick you up?

~J

==========================

Oh My God! I read his email like 14 times. He thought I was beautiful!
Not cute, not hot, beautiful. I had the biggest stupidest grin on my
face. What do I reply? I had no idea. Unfortunately I didn't have to
think for long.

As many times as I had read the email, I had never heard it in my
father's voice. It didn't make it sound so sweet. I swiveled around in
the chair and saw Daddy standing there in a pair of boxers, his arms
crossed and leaning down to read the email.

He finished by saying, "No fucking way."

"Daddy..." I started to whisper, but he reached for the mouse, logged
out of my email and shut down the computer.

"Go to your room, now!" he thundered. I slowly walked past him and
then past Papi who was in the hallway and tried to give me a morning
hug. I walked into my room sat down and turned on soft music, fully
ready to pout. I was so pissed but also felt like I had done something
wrong, which was kind of a mixed emotion.

I laid down on my bed and started to cry into my pillow. I fell
asleep... emotions make me sleepy.

I woke up with my head in Daddy's lap. He was stretched out on my bed
in his boxers. My head was against his tummy, right at the top of the
waistband of his boxers. I blinked, realizing where I was and peered
down, not read to move or talk to him. The fly of his boxers was kind
of pushed up and one side was tented.

I had never really seen Daddy's cock. I was kind of grossed out about
it, but part of me was intrigued. I didn't see all of it, just a
little of his thick bush of pubic hair and about three inches of shaft
as it curved down and disappeared. His chest and tummy were smooth; he
totally waxed. My cheek laid against his soft tummy and I listened to
him breathe. I wasn't in the most comfortable position so I adjusted a
little, pretending to be asleep.

"Baby?" he whispered. I didn't respond, but moved my hand up closer to
my face and slipped my thumb into my mouth, sucking peacefully with my
eyes shut. I waited a minute or so and he thought I was still asleep
and laid back against the bed. I kept my eyes closed and touched the
soft fabric of his boxers with my free fingers.

Taking my thumb out of my mouth, I let my hand slip slowly down and
rest right over his cock. It was really big beneath my hand and I
wondered why mine wasn't that big or if I would ever be that big. I
could feel the thick soft ridge of his cock and my own started to grow
in my shorts.

"Baby?" he whispered then paused for a minute, "You awake?" I didn't respond.

He reached down and put his hand over mine. I thought he was going to
take it off of his cock, but he squeezed my hand, putting his fingers
over mine until I was grasping his cock.

Whoa, I thought. That's weird. I was holding on to his cock and he
moved my hand, jerking it lightly through the fabric. His cock started
to grow and harden in my grasp. It was way bigger than I ever thought.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the sensation and listened to his
pulse quicken and his breathing get a little heavier.

He kept slowly stroking himself with my hand and my own cock was rock
hard. I scooted my body closer to his, causing him to get very still
until he felt my hard cock pressing against his leg. I started to ride
his leg a little, still pretending to be asleep and he started moving
my hand again. I couldn't help myself and moaned quietly, grasping at
his tummy with my lips.

Suddenly Daddy let go of my hand and scooted off the bed. I let my
hand fall from his lap against the bed. Where was he going? I heard
him walk across the hardwood floor and shut the door then take my
chair and slide it against the doorknob with a soft "clink."

I raised my head and looked up at him innocently. He stared down at
me, neither of us spoke and his massive Daddy meat fell out of the fly
of his boxers and pointed straight towards me. He walked closer to me
with a look of uncertainty, never saying a word.

When he got to the edge of my bed I reached out and grasped his cock,
pulling his body down to the bed. He fell onto me and laughed a
little, then got really quiet again.

He laid beside me and pulled me up so we were face to face. He didn't
speak, but his look asked if I was ok with this and I gave him a nod
and a little smile. Then I gave him a questioning look, wondering
where Papi was. He finally said, "Papi went out for a few hours so we
could talk."

I nodded and started to pull on his cock while he dove into me,
kissing me wildly and sliding his arms around me. Daddy held me
tightly as I tugged on his cock. It was so big and started to leak a
little precum into my palm. I brought my hand up to my lips and tasted
his juice. It was salty but really yummy.

Scientists have found that people's bodily fluids match up if they
will make good sexual partners. Like saliva, if you like the taste
when kissing, it's a good indicator that you're sexually compatible.
Ok so this may be skewed since this is the man that helped create me,
but I remembered reading that in a science book and I thought of it at
that moment for some weird reason.

He tasted incredible. His lips, his tongue, his precum, I wanted to
taste it all. Daddy got more turned on watching me swallow and enjoy
his juice. He smiled at me and kissed me hard and deep once it went
down. I pushed up against him, rubbing my cock against his tummy, both
separated by my shorts. His hands slid down my back and into my
shorts, cupping my ass and kneading it hard.

"Fuck you're so beautiful," Daddy whispered as he moved his lips from
my face to my ears then used his hands to slide my shorts and
underwear down to my knees. My cock poked out against his tummy,
certainly no match for his massive daddy meat. Our bodies rubbed
together, he pulled me up and shoved me down by my butt, moving me up
and down on him. My cock rubbed between us as his cock probed between
my thighs. His ass moved to back and forth as I clenched my legs to
grip his cock.

It was like we were fucking against each other, soon my precum lubed
up his rock hard tummy. I started to feel a little insecure; he could
feel how small I was. It didn't seem to bother him. He kept whispering
dirty things to me as he licked, sucked and bit on my ear then down my
neck. It felt so good.

I think daddy felt confused about our playtime too because he kept
alternating between saying REALLY dirty things like "Oh I'm gonna love
fucking that hot little boy pussy," and loving things like "That's
daddy's beautiful little boy. I love you baby." I couldn't blame him
and both things made me feel incredible.

I got so lost in it that I didn't have warning before I started to
cum. I sprayed his tummy and chest with my cum. It just encouraged him
and he pressed harder into me as he kept fucking his daddy meat
between my thighs. I fell against him and put my head into his chest,
discovering his nipples and biting and sucking them like he had done
my ears. He held the back of my head with his hand and used the other
to rub gently up and down between the cheeks of my ass.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he yelled. I poked my head up and told him how
much I wanted to taste him. He slowed down fucking between my thighs
and asked if I was sure.

"I want to taste it daddy, please cum in my mouth," I begged. He said
ok and then let me go and got up on his knees. I got so my mouth was
level with his cock and reached my tongue out to taste him. I had to
stretch a little to get the tip through my lips but I finally was able
to taste him. It was my first time to taste a cock and it was nothing
like what I expected. I swirled my tongue around the tip as he grabbed
the shaft and worked it fast and furious while yelling out encouraging
things like, "Yeah, Suck Daddy's Cock! Suck it baby boy."

I sucked a little more of it into my mouth and within a minute he was
yelling a warning that he was about to shoot. I moved my mouth back
and forth on his cock and soon he tensed up and started to fire off
into me. It was a LOT of cum. I didn't expect that much but I guess
with all the fighting last night he didn't fuck Papi.

The first shot went straight down my throat and I wasn't prepared for
it but I didn't gag; I just tried to swallow as much as I could.
Before I could swallow, more came and soon my mouth was filled with
white cum. It felt like an eternity before he stopped shooting into
me. I swallowed as much as I could until he was finally done. Daddy
let go of his cock and let it fall out of my mouth. I swallowed and
used my finger to collect what was on my lips and swallowed that too.

I took his cock back into my mouth to clean it off and sucked out a
few more drops, which made him shake and almost fall onto me. Finally
I got it all out and then he laid on the bed and pulled me onto his
chest. I laid naked on top of him and we napped together. I had
totally forgotten about Jake... for now.

Thanks for reading the first chapter! :)