Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 03:09:59 -0500
From: mazin campbell <mazcam85@gmail.com>
Subject: Kaleb's Daddies Chapter 3!

Warning: If you're not old enough to read this or if it's illegal to
read it where you are, then please don't!

My other stories are:
Taige and Ryan (under relationships)
Lorenzo's Journey (under adult/youth)- it's my favorite.


<><@@@@@@@@ Chapter 3 @@@@@@@@@><>


Sunday morning Daddy let me sleep in, waking me up by handing me the
phone and then closing my door on his way out.

"Huh...lo?" I wiped the sleepy from my eyes and pressed the phone to my ear.

"I woke you up Kale?" Jake's voice sounded a little nervous and sad.

"Umm no, it's ok. I was supposed to wake up earlier. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you want to hang out today. I know you came over
yesterday so maybe I could come over there? You don't have to. It's
just that... I miss you." Jake fumbled over the words.

"Awww," I swooned. "That's like really sweet. I miss you too. I don't
think we're doing anything today; let me go ask. Ok? Hang on! Don't
hang up!" I set the phone down carefully like he was inside it and
then dashed downstairs to clear it with the Dads. They were going to
be hanging around the house today so said it was ok if he comes over.

Jake was there within the hour. I had my room and myself all cleaned
up and was eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen bar when Daddy
brought him into the kitchen.

"HEY!" I jumped up. "You want some cereal? It's really healthy."

"Nah," Jake leaned in and kissed me then licked his lips and said, "Yogurt?"

"Yeah, I mix it with cereal because I can't really have milk. It makes
me all snotty, er umm ok too much information."

"Not too much, just enough," Jake smiled and leaned over the other
side of the bar to kiss me again. I finished eating and then he
followed me to my bedroom to watch me brush my teeth.

"So... what do you want to do? I don't have any video games, but I have
cards and um... that's about it."

"What do Kaleb's do on Sunday?" Jake held his fist close to my mouth
like he was interviewing me.

"Usually we go to the park or the zoo or a museum or something.
Sometimes we walk down to the little gay village and have brunch or
look in all the little stores." I offered, not sure anything in my
life would really interest him.

Jake sprawled out on my bed and held the leopard we had picked out to
his chest. "Maybe we could just uh do something here?" he grinned,
petting my bedspread.

"I think the Dads would freak about that."

"Ok ok, then how about walking down to the little village place?" Jake
stood up and took my hand.

"Daddy?" I asked, walking into the living room to find the Dads curled
up together watching a movie from one of our oversized sofas, "Can we
go for a walk? Do a little shopping?" Papi raised his head from
Daddy's chest to look at us.

"Um, I guess that's ok, be back in a little bit and you better answer
your phone or I'm sending out the National Guard. That goes for you
too Jake, I have your number." Daddy fished his wallet out of his
pocket and raised some money in the air for me to grab.

"Yes sir, thank you!" I ran over and took the cash, leaned in and
kissed him on the cheek and then did the same to Papi. Daddy grabbed
me and pulled me down so we were eye to eye.

"Be good, k?" Daddy said solemnly. I nodded and then took off.

Cedar Springs, a neighborhood in Dallas, is one of the best gay
villages in the South. It's walkable, filled with little shops and
cafes and clubs, and has much for the eye to see. Even on a Sunday
afternoon there's much to do.
"You come here a lot?" Jake asked, being obviously new to the scene.

"Well, sort of, I kind of grew up here and lots of people know my dads."

"Oh," he replied, getting a little shy. He was weird about holding my
hand on the street.

"No one cares here. It's not like they're going to think we're
straight if we don't do it." I urged him.

"I know... I just can't." he let go of my hand, but kept me close. I was
ok with that, for now. I know it's weird to grow up in the suburbs
where you have to hide who you are, but I wasn't raised like that.

We got tons of stares, lots of smiles, and a few older guys who raised
their eyebrows at us.

In the bookstore, I ran into three different guys who knew my dads.
"You're Jackson's boy?" Jake seemed a little uncomfortable with the
attention.

Things got weirder when we sat close to each other at a small table in
the juice café. I noticed this guy in a suit sitting a few tables
behind Jake. He must have been in his late thirties, but had a pretty
good body. He kept staring at us and I thought he was just a perv
until he stood up and came over.

Jake jumped when he felt the man's hand on his shoulder. He turned and
looked uncomfortably at the man and then turned to look at my confused
expression.

"I haven't heard from you in awhile." The man spoke.

"Um, uhh," Jake stared straight at me. "This is Kaleb," he motioned to
me. The man offered me his hand and I shook it, shifting uncomfortably
in my chair. What the hell was this about? I didn't know the man but
was starting to get the picture.

"I'll... I'll leave you two alone," the man fumbled, "call me if you
need work or... anything" He said "work" like he meant something other
than a job. I felt an uncomfortable tightening in my stomach. We just
sat there staring at each other.

"I... I know him from..." Jake grasped for words.

"Church?" I offered. Jake kind of laughed and then got quiet again.

"Not exactly... Kaleb... There's nothing going on. I promise. I really
like you, Fuck..." Jake looked close to tears. I don't think I looked
much different.

"So you two like dated?" I asked.

"Sort of... I met him at a club and... I was broke and my parents kicked
me out for a few weeks when they found out I was gay," Jake was
talking a mile a minute.

"I want to go home," I interrupted, putting my hands on the arms of
the chair and raising up.

"No, baby, please don't. I... I..." he sighed, "ok. Can I walk you home?"

I nodded. It was an uncomfortable walk home and neither of us really
spoke. We got to my door and just kind of stared awkwardly at each
other. Then he pulled me into him and kissed me. It was quick and
didn't feel right with all the weird emotions behind it. It made him
taste bad. He went to his car and left.

I made it inside before I started to cry. Was he a prostitute? Did the
old guy pay him to do weird stuff? I didn't see him the same. It was
really fucked.

I leaned against the front door and slid down it, crouching on the floor.

"Jackson! Kaleb's crying," I heard a voice say and looked up to see
Mike. Daddy ran in behind him and lifted me up into his arms.

"What's wrong my baby?" Daddy put my head on his shoulder and held me
tightly into him. I was sniffling too much to be able to respond,
making him think I had been hurt in some way. "What did Jake do to
you? I'll kill him."

"No *sniffle* he didn't do anything... I don't know," I raised my head
and looked over Daddy's shoulder at Mike who was pacing angrily. Daddy
carried me into the living room and sat down on the couch with my
planted in his lap. I told him what happened.

"Oh Kaleb, you have to understand that not everyone grows up like you
do," Daddy said, rubbing his hand up my back. "You never have dealt
with parents who don't completely love and accept who you are. It's a
really bad experience and different people deal with it in ways that
aren't always healthy."

I couldn't believe it. Daddy was defending him! He was totally
excusing it like it was my fault for not understanding.

"Daddy! He did it with an old guy for money, maybe more than one." I
pictured Jake standing on a street corner dressed like a hooker.

"You deserve better than that Kale," Mike chimed in.

"I don't know Mike. I agree with Jackson," Papi said, "When I got
kicked out at 17, I slept on an older guy's couch for awhile. He let
me stay there just so he could watch me all the time, you're straight
Mike, you don't know what it's like."

"You want to go lay down for awhile?" Daddy asked me, taking my face
into his hands and lifting it up so we were eye to eye. I nodded yes.
"Ok," Daddy said, "We'll bring you some water in a minute, ok?"

I went upstairs, slipped out of my clothes, found an old t-shirt and
laid down, thinking about what to do with Jake. A few minutes later
Mike opened my door and brought me a juice box.

"Can I come in with you?" Mike asked sheepishly. He looked so cute
wearing khaki shorts and a striped shirt buttoned halfway up his
chest, exposing a tanned, muscular chest. I nodded and lifted up a
side of the covers. Mike slipped off his shoes and crawled in next to
me, putting his head on my pillow and picking up leopard.

"I'm sorry about last night. I guess I confused you and probably
freaked you out a little. I just have been feeling things for a while
without knowing what it was. When I saw you with Jake I got so
jealous."

"You love me?" I stopped him with my question. He nodded, looking at
me with nervous eyes.

I don't know why I did it, but I leaned in and put my lips to his. His
lips opened and his tongue went into my mouth. His hands slid around
me and he pulled me into him, kissing me hard.

Mike rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I sat up and put
my hands to his chest, grinding my butt against his shorts. He smiled
up at me with an expectant gaze. I bounced a few times on his package
and felt it harden under me. Mike put his arms around me and pulled me
down for a kiss.

I felt my cock grow in my briefs and rub against his shirt. I grabbed
for the buttons and worked my way down his shirt, then opened it,
revealing a perfectly chiseled chest and rock hard abs. He had a light
dusting of hair across his tanned chest and then a little trail going
from his belly button down, disappearing into his shorts.

Mike put his hands on my tummy and slid my shirt up and off of me.
"You're so cute Kale, you don't even know."

"Me? No way, you have the perfect body Mike."

Mike leaned up and kissed my nipples, then bit and sucked them gently.
I closed my eyes, making little "uhhh" and "mmmm" noises. It felt so
good. He was like a mix between Daddy and Jake. Not as big and
comforting as Daddy, but young and hot like Jake. Not that Daddy
doesn't have a killer body, it's just different with Mike being in his
20s.

"I love your little umm what do you call them?" Mike asked, taking his
mouth off my nipples.

I laughed, "Nipples? I don't know."

"Uhh yeah, I... nevermind," Mike blushed and went back to work on my
nipples then kissed up my chest and found my lips again. I loved the
way he kissed, he was really aggressive with his lips and his tongue
and even his teeth as he kind of chewed a little on my lower lip. His
hands slipped down to my ass, taking my cheeks in his hand and
kneading them powerfully. I went limp and leaned against him, breaking
the kiss and putting my chin atop his shoulder.

"That feels really good," I whispered. I was rock hard and literally
in his hands. He kissed down my neck and began to bite softly on my
shoulder, kissing it tenderly.

"I want you so bad Kale." He slipped his hands into my briefs, sliding
them down to my thighs. I got to my feet, standing up over Mike and
slid the briefs down, tossing them across the room and then knelt down
to unbutton his shorts. I slid them off and then rubbed my hand across
his soft, green flannel boxers. I felt his thick and heavy cock lay to
the side.

Leaning down I pressed my lips to the middle of his shaft, kissing it
softly, up and down. I slid off his boxers and saw my first uncut
cock. It was about 8 or 9 inches and covered to the tip with foreskin.
I was fascinated by it.

"wow," I picked it up and pumped it a few times, eliciting a few gasps
from Mike as he bucked his hips, trying to fuck my hand.

"You like that?" he asked. I nodded and then leaned over and sucked
the tip into my mouth. It tasted different from the other two I had
licked. Mike's cock, much like the rest of him, was really clean. He
was a very ordered and clean kind of guy. I bobbed up and down on it
like I was looking for apples. Mike put his hand on the back of my
head and started moving his hips, sending his cock a little further in
than I was comfortable with.

"Oh fuck you're good Kale." I used my hand to work the shaft since I
couldn't fit it all into my mouth. I worked my tongue down his tip and
into the foreskin, licking around the head in quick motions. Mike's
body tensed and jerked, maybe he hadn't had too many blowjobs. I
hadn't either, but something in the gay gene makes us know
instinctively how to work it.

I tilted my head up to stare at his face. He had his eyes closed and
this look of intense concentration. Was he thinking about me? Was this
what he did with his girlfriend?

"Don't stop Kale, shit that feels so fucking good," Mike begged. I
realized I had stopped sucking while thinking about that. I guess he
was thinking about me. I went back to work on him, pumping the shaft
hard and fast, sliding the foreskin down as far as I could to expose
the sensitive head and slurp it up.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna... ahhhhhh uhhhhhhh," Mike started
shooting into my throat. I swallowed all that I could but he obviously
hadn't cum in awhile because he soon filled my mouth and it started to
slide down the shaft.

"Oh, IIIII Looovvveee Yooouuu," Mike kept shooting, his body tensing
up and shaking while he held my head onto his cock. I didn't mind; I
loved the sensation that I could make him totally lose control. He
finally calmed down and then went limp, rubbing my hair softly. I
sucked the last few drops out of him and then used my tongue to clean
the cum off his shaft and balls. His cum tasted a little sweet and was
thick.

"Mmm baby, you're... woah!" Mike said, reaching down, hooking his hands
under my arms and lifting me up to rest on his chest. He held me and
closed his eyes, totally spent. I pulled the covers up over us and
laid my head against his heartbeat. His massive muscled arms held me
tightly like a stuffed animal, his hands rubbed slowly and softly up
and down my back.

"Fuck you're so hot baby," were the last words I heard before falling
asleep on top of him.

When I woke up, Mike was snoring lightly. The sun had gone down and
the house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air blowing out of
the vent overhead. My bedroom was dark except for the moonlight
leaking in through the window blinds. I wiggled out of his arms and
then went to pee, washed my hands and got dressed. I crept back into
the bedroom, pulled the covers up over Mike and then went out to see
where everyone was.

I found Daddy at his computer in his office.

"Hey, there's my baby, did you have a good nap with Mike?" Daddy
asked, pulling me into his lap.

"Yes sir"

"Good, I don't think you should see Jake anymore. I don't care about
what he did, but I thought about it and if you're out with him, you
could get hurt. You don't know what kind of guy that was that you met.
I don't want anything to happen to you."

"But..." I didn't know what to say or how I felt about Jake or all that
happened this afternoon. I wasn't sure if I could still go out with
him, but my natural teen reaction to my father not liking a guy is to
defend the guy, whatever I feel about it.

"But? Look Kale, you're 15 and I'm your Daddy. I hate to use that
card, but I have to draw a line here. I'm giving you lots of freedom
these days! I mean, you DO have a naked guy in your bed right now. I'm
not even going to ask what happened, but I trust Mike and I know his
past. He works for me and you know how I am with employees."

I leaned down, pushing my head into Daddy's chest. "Okie Daddy," I
said in my best little boy voice. I thought it best to just let him
win right now. There wasn't much arguing with him when he got into the
Daddy mode.

Daddy kissed the top of my head. "Ok, you need to go eat something.
You haven't had anything since breakfast and you look like you lost
weight this week." Daddy was always worried about me being too skinny
and was convinced I had some kind of eating disorder.

I decided to go see if Mike was hungry. He looked so hot sleeping
there naked with my little bedspread pulled halfway up his body. I
hated to wake him, but he was hungry and followed me down to the
kitchen after finding his clothes.

I made Mike a big sandwich and then some salad, and then got a bowl of
salad for myself. We sat at the bar eating and just talking like we
used to before things all went weird. I still felt like he was my big
brother. He'd always been like a brother to me, a nice brother, not
one of those mean brothers.

After dinner Mike decided he should probably go home before Daddy
kicked him out. We kissed goodnight on the front porch for awhile
before he got into his car and drove off.

I was about to go back inside when something caught my eye. Jake was
sitting in his car in front of the house. Our eyes met and I froze,
feeling really scared. Jake got out of his car and walked towards me.

"Jake... I... uhh..." I began.

His eyes didn't look angry, he just kept walking towards me, got right
up to me and took me into his arms. He put his lips to mine and kissed
me.

"Baby," he said when we finished, "It's ok, I'm... I'm sorry I hurt
you." He looked down at me. "Just tell me you still want to talk to
me... please. I need you."

"Jake... I... Did you sleep with that guy for money?"

"Sort of, he gave me a place to stay. I was confused and didn't know
what to do. I..."

"Did you do that with other guys? Do you still do it?" I interrupted.

"Kale, you... you don't know what it's like! Fuck! You live in a gay
bubble, perfect little world." Jake rubbed his hands up and down my
arms and then let go and backed up a few steps, his eyes filling up
with tears.

We stood there like that, in silence, for a while. I didn't know what
to say to him. Then the porch light came on and Daddy and Papi stepped
out through the front door.

"It's getting late Jake, you better head home. I'm sure your parents
are worried. Jake was sniffling; he nodded his head, then backed away
from me a few more steps.

"My parents only let me stay there when they're out of town. I usually
stay with friends. I guess I'm not welcome here anymore."

"You're always welcome here Jake," Daddy said, stepping forward. "I
don't know about dating Kaleb, but if you ever need a place to stay or
a job, you can come here or call or anything. No strings attached."
Daddy reached for me and drew me to him.

"We mean it," Papi said, "Trust me, I've been there and I wish I had
someone like us who was there for me. Come here." Papi went to Jake
and gave him a hug. Jake started to cry on his shoulder. Papi hugged
him tightly.

"Let's go inside," Daddy said, "Kale needs to get to bed soon anyways."

We went in and sat on the couch; me in Daddy's lap and Jake sidled up
to Papi. He told us the whole story. His parents would let him come
home sometimes and then hear some church friend condemning them and
kick him out again. He went from friend to "friend" sleeping and
showering where he could, his parents gave him money out of guilt. I
was so completely shocked and angry that this could happen in America.

Papi got the extra bedroom made up for Jake and he slept in there.
When Daddy came in to say goodnight, I asked if I could sleep in with
them. He said that would be a good idea. I hugged him really tight and
told him thanks.

"Thanks for what?"

"Just cuz..." I said, "Just cuz"