The Pervert And The Virgin – Part Eleven

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“What's going on in there?” Abby asked knocking on the bathroom door Thursday morning.

“The usual defiling of youths.” Dylan said as I sucked hard on his cock. “Almost done!”

“Depends how you define safe.” 1201 answered her next question from his position behind me. “Rohan has a mouthful of cock, two handfuls of ass and an ass full of my cock. Doubt you'd be in any danger. A couple more minutes! A blind Sherlock Holmes could read the signs. Phew! Thanks Rohan for a lovely fuck.”

“And a lovely suck to follow the earlier fuck.” Dylan added. “We'll be down in ten minutes. Five if you want to brave the naked cuteness in here and give us a hand drying off. Retreating is a wise decision.”

“You sent Abby up deliberately.” I told Leslie when we greeted her downstairs. “Yes, I would have done the same. You say she's enjoying a medicinal Irish coffee. I think I'll join her.”

Lovely breakfast Abby we all complimented her. The boys were soon on their way and I was back upstairs planning something extra special for dinner. Abby was paying close attention in the hopes of uncovering the magic behind my meals she admitted. When Dylan had told her the budget was a mere $400 she'd decided another medicinal coffee was needed. How can you run out of money when that is over $30 per head? Ask Rohan he told her.

Delicately seasoned ground lamb in layers of phyllo pastry. Peas with cumin seeds. Steamed cauliflower lightly sauteed with fresh herbs. A salad and crusty bread. A cheese platter with crackers to snack on while we ogle the ladies. That ought to do it. How long will it take to cook? A couple of hours. We'll start the bread this morning. Of course you can watch. I need a babysitter anyway. Keep the cellphone close at hand.

“Hello, Abby, you're on duty then.” Tracy said when she called a short while later. “I'm calling because his housekeeper has gotten all emotional on us and is going on about it being so lovely and beautiful and perfect and stupendous. Yes, it's all of those things and more but one of us has to keep it together. We'll wear the dresses if you insist. Is he keeping to his budget? Good. There's nothing for us to do here so we'll have a bite of lunch and head back. We ought to be back around six.”

The morning passed pleasantly enough and I enjoyed the two walks back and forth to Leslie's office. Dylan joined me in the kitchen to help prepare some of the dinner. Abby insisted we only cook under her watchful eye which gave us a brief window of opportunity to get in a shower fuck. We'd have to shower afterward so we might as well do it in the shower Dylan told Leslie. Don't send Abby up to fetch us again. We'll make our way down in good time. No need to scare her twice in one day.

Dylan insisted I do the main dish of ground lamb. He told me he wanted to experience a meal when I took it up a notch. The ground lamb with onions and a light seasoning was layered between the delicate sheets of pastry. We would bake it while everybody was enjoying ogling the ladies and enjoying some snacks. Dylan took control of the sides although he still insisted I be in charge of seasoning them. Done I finally declared around five-thirty. Do you think we could? No Leslie told us. You can go sit on the couch and snuggle with your clothes on. Scram while we clean the kitchen. We'd better scram before they scold us for leaving them with nothing to clean.

The girls went straight upstairs to change into their dresses. My housekeeper was still overcome from the beauty of the cabin and the fact the day she had been waiting for all these years had finally dawned. I was glad that she was the first from our group to see it. Tracy told us the reaction had been immediate and impressive. Tracy did pause a moment longer to let me know his surprise was there and looked very impressive. Safely behind a locked door she reassured me. Leslie made certain she was the first to hug Tracy when she came downstairs. We all grinned when Catherine asked Tracy if she needed to spank her and Tracy blushed. That answers that question Morgan announced.

“I give up.” Abby told us. “I didn't see what he did to make regular, simple fare this exquisite. Dylan, can you tell me how he contrived to go one better than he normally does?”

“No idea but the way this lamb and pastry dish melts in the mouth is amazing.” Dylan said. “There isn't a kid in the world who would turn down vegetables that tasted this good. Thank you, Rohan, for making it extra special for our guests of honor. Any more bread?”

“Six loaves I think.” 1201 told him. “Done with the butter? What's for dessert?”

“Trifle.” I told him.

“Hopefully not a trifle of trifle.” Tracy said. “If this main meal is anything to go by dessert will be amazing.”

The two large glass bowls made Tracy's day. The others all enjoyed the delicious and unusual dessert. The thick layer of whipped cream covered with a sprinkle of nuts evoked a predictable response from the boys. The sprinkle of nuts on top of the cream adds a nice crunch Morgan said with a straight face. A back to front pleasure 1201 described it with a grin. The boys decided more research was needed to see if having the nuts on top of the cream made the meal tastier. Rohan would you like to help us solve this mystery. Tomorrow morning will be a grand time for creamy nuts. Judging by how quickly his bowl is emptying I think we picked the right man for the job. He really cleaned his bowl of cream and nuts. There were some other tasty bits in there as well J mentioned. We'll be sure to throw in one or two other tasty bits tomorrow as well. A balanced diet is so important.

“If my memory is correct weren't there nuts and cream for breakfast today?” Leslie said with a smile and a slow wink.

“You are not helping, Leslie.” I told her sternly.

“Rohan got a uh head start on the nuts and cream this morning.” Dylan assured her.

“They were served with oatmeal.” I tried.

“How do you eat oatmeal in a shower?” Abby asked with feigned innocence.

“Quickly and carefully I would guess.” Morgan said.

“Rohan did take great care with the nuts and was quick to eat the cream.” 1201 contributed.

“Why did I agree to let a third scurvy knave sleep over tonight?” I said in despair while holding my bowl up for Tracy for a refill.

“The official press release for mom and dad was since I had to bring my clothes over early before school I might as well sleep over tonight.” Morgan reminded me. “The real reason was so we could have more time tomorrow morning for sex. Speaking of sex my folks would love it if you girls would wear those dresses to dinner with them on Saturday.”

“You need to get used to wearing such clothing, couch sister.” Leslie told her. “I thought it would be good practice for you.”

We all decided to settle on the couch for a chat since it would be a while before we got together again. My housekeeper snuggled up against me on the one side and draped my arm over her shoulders. After a few minutes of companionable silence I asked how she was feeling.

“I'll feel a lot better after you've been there for the weekend.” my housekeeper told me. “I thought this was one of the things I'd pass on to Tracy to take care of later. Dylan made some wonderful choices. Tracy set up your altar but drew the line at the toy chest.”

“That's okay. We'll set them up as we use them.” I told her. “I'm glad you were the first to see it. Nobody deserved the honor more than you.”

“Thank you.”

“Three days of my own cooking will be so much harder to bear.” Abby said mournfully.

“Knowing Rohan he most likely cooked way more food than we could eat.” Morgan told her. “Stop in on Saturday at lunch time and pick up something. We won't eat it all even with Tracy and his housekeeper checking in on us. No cash, debit or credit. We only accept kisses in payment.”

“I don't want to barge in on you unannounced.” Abby told them.

“Coordinate with Tracy then. Arrive ten minutes after they tell you they will be here. They ought to have us dressed by then.” Morgan told her.

“Time for the boys to get some sleep.” Sophie announced a short while later. “Especially since it sounds like they will be having an early start. Whatever you have planned for tonight make it quick. Most of us will be here tomorrow morning to see you off. We'll be at work when you finish school, Dylan.”

“That makes sense I guess. You don't have a car, Rohan. Are you borrowing one?” Dylan asked.

“We'll take the one the ladies used. My accountant rented it for a week because he couldn't let go of the discounted rate.” I told him.

We kept it simple once the other had left. I propped myself up against some pillows and the boys fed me their cocks. Then I kissed them each good night and went to sleep.

Swat! Ouch! Smack, smack! Ow! What a sweet sound to wake up to. Morgan had thrown back the covers and was encouraging his cute naked friends to wake up.

“My patience has run out so the two of you had better get on with getting off.” Morgan was told them. “Rohan can blow the sleep from your eyes. More fun than wiping it away. Go ahead Rohan help yourself to a boy and get your first serving of cream filled nuts. You're getting both so just grab one or I'll start spanking you.”

Dylan was still half asleep when I set him down on my chest and guided his boner into my mouth. Morgan reached down to lift Dylan's ass so he could get in a good swing and keep on spanking it. This pushed Dylan over my head and he braced himself on the headboard while we had our wicked, wonderful way with the scurvy knave. The sounds of Dylan's pleasure weren't loud enough to keep the other scurvy knave awake. Morgan didn't care. He dragged my sleeping prey over to lie alongside me and ordered me to feast.

“What? Eh? Oh fuck!” 1201 mumbled in confusion as his imminent orgasm finally aroused him.

“Seeking refuge in sleep isn't going to save you!” Morgan told him as he leaned over me to kiss his friend. “Feed Rohan your sweet load so I can get buggered and the two of them can get on with buggering off. Do it or I'll make you go seventy-two hours without a spanking.”

“No. You wouldn't? Oh gods. Suck Rohan. A little help here, Dylan. Yes! Yes! Yes!. Thanks guys.”

“Roll over, Rohan. I want to drop my ass onto your cock.” Morgan commanded. “Don't worry. I made certain I was ready before disturbing the slumber of these two not-so-beautiful sleeping beauties. Gods. Your cock feels so good in my hand. Nice and thick and alive. Draining their juices does get your juices flowing nicely. Now it is time for your juice to flow into my ass. Bugger it! Oh. Stretch me. Fill me.”

A lot of grunting, groaning and one or two curses followed as Morgan worked me up into his bowels. Shifting a little this way. Sliding down a little more. Then shifting back a little in the other direction. My cock being slowly squeezed and drawn remorselessly in by the boa constrictor-like orifice. What a delightful way for a cock to die.

“Scurvy knave, if you take any longer I will have to give the other two scurvy knaves a dozen swats.” I told him as I gritted my teeth and groaned in pleasure.

“What do you scurvy knaves suggest I do?” Morgan asked smiling.

“Slow the fuck down!” Dylan said.

“Stop it all together!” 1201 commanded.

“What a sight they make with that cock almost but not quite buried in Morgan's ass. I wonder what your cousin would say if he could see this glorious scene.” Dylan said leaning in to kiss a motionless Morgan.

“Hope that's long enough to get you spanked. I need to be fucked.” Morgan told them and slid down my cock.

“Thank fuck.” I said in relief. “Get on with it, scurvy knave or you will join them for a solid dozen!”

Morgan being a sweet scurvy knave and desperate to get off at the start of the day wasted no more time with teasing. Concentrating on making certain he didn't raise himself off my cock Morgan began to slide up and down my throbbing cock. What a furnace! I was as desperate as the young boys to get my first orgasm out of the way. Sending boys to school leaking cum was a great reason to wake up early. The cuter the ass the better. This boy had one seriously cute and tight ass. Cheeks squeezing as the rose and fell along the length of my erection helped me last long enough to ride through his first orgasm.

“Keep going, scurvy knave! Pick up the pace you selfish sloven! What are you two scurvy knaves grinning at? I'd better come soon or it will only be ten swats. Oh, yes! Faster my fucking knave. Faster. Squeeze. Throttle my cock. Almost fucking there! So close!”

What a rush it had been so far. By now Morgan had worked up to a very quick pace and I was sinking deeper into a very blissful state. Lying back and watching him spurt cum onto me while I writhed through the internal effects of his orgasm had been exquisite torture. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and roaring with pleasure I rose up and flipped him onto the bed. Now I was in the ascendency and showed him how quickly a cock could be driven in and out of a boy's ass. Before Morgan had recovered or the sound of my roar had subsided I was fucking him through my own orgasm. Spurting cum and driving in and out of his ass as if I was just getting started and not finishing him off.

“Roll over, Morgan.” I told him reaching for the other two scurvy knaves. These two I laid over Morgan's back with their asses alongside each other. “Wait there and think about what got you in such a predicament while I eat some ass.”

“My thoughts are more on who not what. How about you 1201?” Dylan remarked casually.

“Yes, indeed. I think somebody deserves a serious thanking for my spanking.” 1201 answered.

“Be sure to thank him for me sometime this weekend, won't you? Thank you.” Kiss.

My hand striking Dylan's ass forcefully broke that kiss. Within two minutes both asses had been treated to the promised dose plus three more because Morgan had done such a good job. This time it was Dylan who got behind me to fill my ass in the shower. The other two scurvy knaves did an excellent job of filling my mouth. I'd told them, as I got down on all fours, they'd be responsible for getting off. Use me, scurvy knaves. Fill me with your cum at both ends. Fuck me! Face and ass! Those sweet scurvy knave did a magnificent job of fucking me back to life again. Hands, mouths and asses off I said when I stood with a rampant cock on display. Somebody get behind me and make certain Dylan's cum doesn't go to waste while I dry the others. Get downstairs to greet our guests while I finish getting dressed.

“Holey moly.” Tracy said when I came downstairs. The boy's mouths dropped open. Then they laughed as Tracy flung herself at me and embraced me passionately.

“Who would have thought such simple clothing could make him look so hot?” Dylan asked the rest of the gang.

“When it comes to clothing Rohan has always said less is more.” Morgan answered.

“Especially with you boys when it seems to be none is best!” Sophie said kissing the tops of all three boys heads.

“Next time I'll come down naked if this is the sort of response I get.” I warned when Tracy finally let me up for air. All I was wearing was a light brown shirt, some simple black pants with a flat front and black Oxford shoes with a suede upper. “You two get up back upstairs and pack the other items I'll need while my housekeeper finishes packing my clothing. She will show you where the duffel bag for those items is. Is that Dylan's bag over there? Thanks, Sophie.”

“You look very handsome and the shirt is magnificent as it ripples in the light. Silk? Oh wow. Kiss me you handsome pervert. Like you mean it!” Dylan told me.

“Come with me.” I said when we broke off our kiss. “We have breakfast to prepare. A quick breakfast casserole so I can enjoy the company of our friends while it bakes.”

“Where's Rohan?” Abby asked staring rudely at me when she arrived with Leslie.

“Somewhere under those rags.” Tracy told her. “Why don't you have a look and see if you can dig him out for us?”

“Are you kidding? I'm having a hard enough time stopping myself from throwing him on the ground and ravishing him. Whoever he is!”

“Tracy felt the same way and showed far less restraint.” Dylan told her approaching her for his good morning kiss.

“What I want to see is Rohan in this outfit with Tracy in her new dress.” Leslie told everybody. “Make it happen next week.”

There wasn't a lot of time for breakfast. Dylan gave me a questioning look when I told him he only needed one bowl and to focus on saying goodbye to everybody. This he did by walking around the table and kissing everybody. He gave his mom and J an extra long hug and returned with tears in his eyes. Tracy told everybody they could see us boys off and return to the apartment to finish breakfast at a more leisurely pace. There was some planning to do and a good time to do it was while I drove the boys to school.

My housekeeper carried my bag and Tracy carried Dylan's. We'd feel better if they were loaded now because we can't imagine the state Rohan will be in when it comes to picking you up from school Tracy told Dylan. The more we get done now while he is still somewhat calm the better. Pick up the pace my housekeeper urged. You have to get to school before he can fetch you from school. You know a boy could think you lot are eager to get rid of him Dylan told them as he hugged and thanked my housekeeper for the fourth time this morning. She was kind enough to act as if it were the only thank you.

After I dropped the boys off I drove around to the back of the school to park in the staff parking. Grabbing the bag the boys had packed with restraining straps and a sensory deprivation hood and a fold-up handcart I made my way into the school. The school janitor was there to open doors for me. Morgan and Adam were waiting and assured me they'd made certain Dylan would be distracted while I slipped the hood over his head. I was surprised when the former bully joined us. Morgan said the extra muscle would be good and there was something they wanted him to see before I left with Dylan. The start of the surprises Morgan told me. Now let's move quickly Morgan urged. We have a lot to do.

Staying well out of sight Morgan took the hood out of the bag for me and signaled the teacher in the classroom. The teacher smiled and called out a girls name. When Morgan saw the teacher nod he pushed me forward. I moved quickly into the classroom to see Dylan locked in a very passionate kiss with a fellow student. She'd turned him so he had his back to me. The moment I had the hood poised above Dylan's head she broke off the kiss. The hood descended over a startled Dylan and was quickly secured. Morgan and Adam rushed in and quickly secured his arms. Our muscle calmly lifted the package onto the handcart where more restraining straps ensured he wouldn't fall off.

“Okay everybody thanks for your help and in Julie's case her bravery as well.” Morgan told the students. “Miss Oswald has some pictures to show you once we get this old geezer out of the classroom. He isn't allowed any sneak peeks of the cabin. Tracy and your housekeeper took some pictures of the cabin, a few of the hiking trails, the lake and Dylan's surprise. 1201 put together a slide show and emailed it to Miss Oswald. Now get on with your kidnapping so they can see what's in store for Dylan. There is one other task you need to take care of before you leave. Mush! Don't make me grab hold of your ear!”

“Morgan will give you the address when he returns but there is a milkshake waiting for you at Tim's. Tell them Rohan and Dylan sent you. That includes you Miss Oswald. Now hold still for a thank you kiss.”

The class hooted and hollered as I gave Miss Oswald a lingering thank you kiss for her help. Then Morgan was tugging on my shirt and urging me down a long stairwell. Morgan's cousin wedged the door open but to be safe Morgan had got the code from Miss Oswald. You're wanted in the basement. Under the stairs. Quickly. Do we need to spell it out he asked when I stopped dead at the sight of 1201 with his pants around his ankles leaning against the walls. The cameras don't have line of sight here. You are way too aroused to be driving so relieve the pressure with some pressure on that cute ass. We're not moving until you get done.

Seeing the determination on his face and considering I left the shower fully aroused it seemed like a good idea to grant their request. Quickly unbuckling my pants I set about fucking 1201 while Morgan stood guard. Well he did for a short while. Once I had settled in to the job at hand Morgan chilled my blood by calling out to his cousin.

“You wouldn't have believed me if I had told you so see for yourself.” Morgan told him. “The cute boy getting fucked is the one who scared your four goons when you assaulted Dylan. Being gay doesn't mean being weak. Nowadays it seems to require a lot of extra strength. Between you and me the guy giving him a really good fucking is the same wonderful man who took my virginity on Sunday. I am trusting you to keep this between us. Yes, he's the one Dylan said he would feed you to if you asked nicely. Stay and watch the fun. I need to get back on guard duty.”

“Go ahead. Take it out.” 1201 told him noticing the bulge in our voyeur's pants. “No, don't stroke. Only a minute or two more and we'll be done. I'm so fucking close! So fucking...close! Fuck yes! Wonderful fuck as always, Rohan. Give me a quick thank you kiss and then drag our friend under the stairs. Show him your other amazing skill.”

A good amount of planning had gone into this little sideshow. Morgan had a cloth and spray bottle handy to take care of the mess on the wall and floor. They would tell me later blowing Morgan's cousin was an unplanned pleasure. What a change from bullying my lover to getting his first blowjob from me I thought as I groped his muscular ass. The pants had to drop. I needed to feel his flesh and knead his flesh and kiss his balls and lick his cock and swallow his cum. Kisses all round before being shoved out the door to the car. Dylan had been laid out on the back seat where he wouldn't be seen by any curious onlooker. The last thing we needed was somebody calling the cops about a tied up body.

Calmly but quickly I got us out of town and onto a country road. There was a picnic spot set back amongst the trees I knew I could reach pretty quickly. Thirty minutes after leaving the school I was unwrapping Dylan.

“Hands off I need to pee so badly.” Dylan told me rushing towards a nearby tree. “So much better. Shall I put it away or do you want to suck it while I scold you? Thought you might.

You got me with this surprise, Scoundrel. What took you so long to release me? Busy toying with a friendly miscreant. Leaving me to lie in my sensory deprivation hood while you frolicked. And on school ground surrounded by all those tender youths. Morgan is coming along nicely.

What? He invited the bully to the peep show. Tell me between licks and kisses and nibbles and that! Go on. I have faith in my pet pervert's ability to hold a conversation while blowing me. Fuck this is so hot. All exposed out here and exposed to you. Hearing about you fucking my friend and sucking the school bully at school. I may not survive the weekend.

Keep going with the blowing. I am not done scolding you. No, a scolding doesn't have to be about what you did wrong. You're going along the right lines down there. The lines of my balls could do with some attention. Oh, my what is that delightful spot. Keeping secrets from me will earn you a tongue lashing. A below the waist tongue lashing.

Obviously somebody needs their balls spanked again. Were you planning on keeping me here with my cock in your mouth for seventy of our seventy-two hours. Another finger up my ass ought to do it. Get that mouth back around my cock, Scoundrel. No you can't watch my cum squirt into your mouth. I want to cum right fucking now! Now! Drink, Scoundrel. Hold the last mouthful and look up at me. Now slowly, very very slowly swallow it.

You were right. Watching the throat pulse as cum slides down it is very, very hot. Good, pet. Now pull up my pants and let's get going. Lawrence needs thanking. I want to have lunch in the same restaurant the ladies dined in. Don't forget to order champagne. Come along. I have things to do. You've wasted enough time dallying with my cute friends. Thank you for the compliment but you won't find the shift stick there. You weren't looking for it? What exactly were you looking for? I think you are right where you want to be if you're looking for cute boy cock.”

We had covered most of the distance to the cabin when we arrived at the hotel. The concierge kindly called for Lawrence and told Dylan he would be delighted to reserve us a quiet, secluded table. Yes, he'd be certain to tell them to set up some champagne at the table. I nodded when he looked up at me at this request. Being a generous tipper has its benefits and this far out there was no great risk to the hotel serving an underage kid. I'll add some orange juice to it Dylan promised. Is that Lawrence walking towards us? A startled Lawrence was nearly bowled over. Fortunately my cry of incoming gave him a split second to brace himself before the storm of kisses enveloped him. The staff took great delight in watching Dylan thank him. Very generous boy you have there when it comes to thanks the concierge told me. This is one security tape we will be keeping the front desk manager said with a huge grin. Much to Lawrence's embarrassment they applauded when Dylan finally let go. Dylan didn't bat an eyelid as he brought Lawrence over to me. I calmly kissed him on the cheek and told him he'd receive a proper thank you later. After ten minutes of chatting with him the concierge told us our table was ready.

“Don't let him escape, Lawrence.” Dylan told him. “I need to go get some shackles er I mean a gift from the car. Keys, please. Thank you.”

Lawrence got a quick kiss for doing such a great job of guarding me. The concierge lost his smirk when Dylan insisted on kissing him on the cheek. Predictably the restaurant was almost completely empty this early in the day. Dylan said the table was perfect. Thank you for the carafe of orange juice. Excuse me a minute while I chat to the couples at the other three tables. Please wait here for me he told the waiter. Certainly, Sir. We watched Dylan have a brief chat with each couple before heading back with a broad smile.

“Please will you deliver a bottle of champagne to each of those couples.” Dylan told the waiter who headed off when I nodded. When everybody had a glass of champagne in front of them Dylan placed a small box on an open table. “Thank you so much for your kindness in being witness to this exchange of gifts. I won't keep you from your food for too long. I'm ravenous as well. Step closer, Lawrence. Glad you chose to join us. Grab a glass of champagne.

This handsome gentleman alongside me was brave enough to admit to being a pervert when I accused him of ogling the boys in the park. Fortunately all this did was arouse my curiosity instead of frightening me away. The energy he exudes is not one of perversion. I thought it was kind of him to humor me by agreeing to my charge instead of getting defensive.

Over the course of two weeks he has shown me that if he is a pervert he is a noble, caring, generous and loving pervert. All the qualities I could want in a man who stepped in to the role of father. Initially we called him Gramps. Then he became known to me as Rohan. Today, in front of you witnesses and with the prior approval of my mom, I would like him to accept this arm band as proof that he has indeed become the dad I've never had.”

Reaching down he took out a delicately worked silver armband with leaves and acorns and the words “Rohan” and “Dad” on it. He reached up to push my sleeve out of the way and placed it on my left arm. My name faced outwards and the title of dad faced inwards toward my heart.

“There is an identical but smaller band here with my name and son carved on it.” Dylan continued. “I will not presume to make this decision for him. Regardless of his decision I will always consider myself a very lucky boy to have him as my dad.”

“You don't need an armband to convince me.” I told him enfolding him in my arms. “I'd sever an arm before I turned down the honor of having you for my son.”

“Slipping that armband on my arm will mean less of a mess for the staff to clean up, Dad.” Dylan told me through his tears. “Please. I need it.”

When it slipped in place the other diners and Lawrence came over to congratulate us. One of the guests told our waiter to put the champagne on his tab. Another said our meal was on him. The third said that leaves nothing for me except to pay for you guys to spend a weekend of your choosing here. I'll arrange it at the front desk. We raised our glasses in response to them. Dylan drank his first glass neat. While we were waiting for our food Lawrence came over and handed Dylan a DVD. My gift is a copy of the recording of that for you and one for your mom. The pictures I take will also be free. Leave her email with me and I'll see she gets a copy. One more word of protest and I'll spank you in front of these people and your dad.

“Are you sure you aren't related to my dad? He threatens me with a spanking all the time but you won't believe how hard I have to work to get him to carry out the threat.” Dylan told him. “Then when he finally gets me over his knees it's more of a fondling than a spanking. It's the reason I've taken to drink at such a tender age. Well, if you won't spank me at least give me a kiss on the cheek.”

“Do you have work to do right now, Lawrence?” I asked. “Good. Then you can join us. We'll have plenty of alone time and if you leave me alone with this scurvy knave now I'm liable to fall apart.”

“Dad's right. I'm feeling a little tender. You'd be helping the hotel by taking care of two guests. We couldn't eat in front of you. Please say yes and place your order quickly. I'm starving.”

Lawrence told the waiter whatever they had that could be ready and brought out with our food would be fine. I make him my dad and the first thing he does is feed me rabbit food. What happened to dads spoiling their sons when moms not around? This is much better he said as a huge burger was set down in front of him. This is how all salads should be served, Lawrence. There's a little lettuce, tomato and pickle on top of these three inches of meat. Three inches of meat. What a coincidence. We could call it a Dylan burger he said mischievously causing Lawrence to blush and me to smile.

Lawrence insisted on taking several pictures at various locations around the hotel. All of them with our armbands exposed. We were out front saying goodbye to Lawrence when things got cryptic. Dylan told Lawrence to be certain to ask his mom about the time of the event. I can't say more with Rohan here. You could be of great help. Tell my mom I said the obvious connection is the correct one in this case. Good. Now I've kept Rohan long enough from surprising me in return so we'll take a goodbye kiss and head on.

There was space to park a couple of cars between the triple garage and the cabin. I pulled up into one of these spaces and let Dylan enjoy the view out over the lake. The magic of the trees on the way up had soothed us both and helped us get our emotions back under control. Now the sight of the sparkling water and the green of the trees around the lake completed the rest of our healing. The ground sloped gently down to the lake where my sailboat was moored at our private dock.

“We'll leave the bags in the car for now.” I told him. “The cabin will be a surprise for both of us. Come to think of it I have no idea what your surprise looks like either. Only what it is. Let's go take a look at it first. Tracy said it was behind the garage door on the right.'

“Before you press that remote please let me grab hold of you. I think I will need your support. Okay. Lay it on me.” Dylan said excitedly. After one 'oh god' he buried his head in my side and burst into tears of joy. “Tracy will pay for this. That can't be mine. Mom would never allow me to get on such a monster.”

“She allowed you to get on me.” I told him with a smile. “Let's go take a closer look. Tomorrow morning I will teach you how to control it.”

The four wheeler was an impressive machine. The metallic green was dark and screamed forest. On the seat was his helmet in the exact same color. There was a spacious rack at the back and a winch up front. I was glad Tracy hadn't gone soft on us and put a cage or roll bars around the seat. Further over to the left was my four wheeler. A twin to this one except in a dark, fiery red.

“Get her on the phone for me, please.” Dylan said. “Never mind grandchildren, Tracy, we are going to give my mom a whole family. Rohan is lucky you aren't here or he'd have a long wait before I got around to him. I'd have fallen over if I hadn't asked Rohan to get a tight hold of me before he opened the garage.

Perfect choice on the color. Love the winch and the rack is big enough for me to strap a sacrificial virgin on. This is a beast. Do they make them any bigger? I didn't think so. I guess it makes sense to get the biggest now so Rohan only has to buy me one. He says he can teach me how to ride it safely. Yes, I'll call you tomorrow when I get back from my first ride. Warn his housekeeper we are about to head into the cabin for the first time. Tell her to have her phone handy.”

Three, four, five, and six deep breaths. Insert key. Open door and step inside. Overwhelming. Now I knew how he had felt when the garage door opened. That patch of open floor space will do nicely. Picking him up and spinning him around I laid him on the floor. Still reeling he looked at me with a smile as I pulled his pants towards his ankles which were pointing at the roof. Reaching into my pants pocket I pulled out a travel-size bottle of lube and set about finger fucking him briefly. While one hand took care of his hole the other opened the front of my pants. Cock out. Cock in. Lift him up onto my thighs. Pull him towards my groin. Fuck the boy!

“Feeling better?” Dylan asked me when the last of my seed trickled into him. “I am. Thank you. What are you doing? I suppose I can wear them a little longer while we explore the cabin. Let's get on with the exploring and on to the whoring. Put that cock away or I'll be tempted to enjoy a second helping.”

“Our housekeepers are both in trouble.” I declared putting my clothing back together. “And that interior decorator of mine had better look out as well. Remind me to send them all flowers. Now let's get ourselves a drink and look around.”

Since were were getting drinks we started in the kitchen. The only appliance visible was the stove. The fridge and dish washer were finished in such a way they blended in with the cabinets. Let's see I told him lifting him up and laying him on the counter top. Yes, it's longer than you by a good six inches top and bottom. Quit your caterwauling I need to know if I can give you a bath in the sink. A nice tight fit but with the sprayer it will be fun. You can bet your sweet butt I'm going to rinse you off in it before the weekend is done. Show me which items you chose.

The design was a perfect balance between the stark minimalism of my apartment and the usual amount of furniture most homes were cluttered with nowadays. Leaning more towards less there was still plenty of furniture to keep it comfortable for large groups. That's a great chair for spankings. My thoughts exactly when I chose it. What a great son you are. Let's go see the upstairs.

At the top of the stairs was a lounge area that overlooked the living room. The kitchen was directly underneath so one could be up here and still converse with guests in the living and dining rooms. There was a bookcase with plenty of open shelf space. Let's get online and order some books to fill that this afternoon. I know it's a holiday Monday but they can deliver them to the mayor on Tuesday. The bed wasn't a four poster but it stood quite high off the ground. Plenty of room to slide a restraint under Dylan told me. Is that a hint? No, it's an order. Somebody is getting too big for his britches I said with a smile. Much as I'd love to take them off now is not the time. We still have things to take care of and if your britches came off I doubt we'd get much done. I intend to get in a lot of sex with you but I also want to get to spend time learning more about you as well.

Before we get our things from the car let's go look at the boat. You'll have to learn how to sail it this weekend along with the riding lessons. Why I do believe a blowjob would convince me to fuck you on the water. Take it long and slow. After several minutes of slow, gentle suckling my patience ran out. Being a well-mannered scurvy knave he responded nicely to my request to pick up the pace. The rocking of the boat was a soothing counterpoint to the explosion building in my loins. Well-mannered the scurvy knave might be but he was also an impudent one. When he stood up to kiss me he shared a mouthful of my cum with me. A rapid-fire ten swats later we stepped laughing off the boat. Are you one of those captains who takes shameless advantage of your cabin boy he asked with a smile as we headed to the car? I most certainly am. Good. When do we set sail?

All we had to bring in were a couple of laptops and a single bag each. Bringing in our bags signaled the shedding of clothes. Naked we walked out onto the deck and settle in some chaise recliners. You'd better join me here if you want to select some movies with those books. On your way over a refill on my ice tea would be nice. Dylan took great delight in teasing me about being so squeamish. He deliberately suggested action movies rated for thirteen year old kids knowing I wouldn't watch them. I insisted on some educational movies as well. Some regional cookbooks from around the world would be fun. A lot of science fantasy series plus a few mystery novels were ordered. Don't forget to choose the other shipping address. Okay you can surprise me with a video of your choice. Before you place the order let's get you some clothes to leave here. Riding the bike will get your clothes dirty in a hurry. Good study jeans, boots and a couple of jackets ought to do. Throw in a couple of outfits for the other two scurvy knaves. We'll have to bring them up here to go for a ride on your monster soon. Remember they saw the pictures.

“Now let's call your housekeeper.” Dylan said returning from his lounger to mine and dialing her number. “We unlocked the door. Stepped inside. Before I could look around he threw me to the floor, pulled down my pants and fucked me. I'd say that qualifies as he loved it. One we'd got our pants back on we grabbed a soda and did a more orthodox tour. I've seen swimming pools smaller than the bathtub upstairs. How can it be dirty if it takes place in a bathtub with lots of bubble bath?

Please will you text me your address, Tracy's address and the address of the wonderful decorator. You could text it to Rohan if you'd rather he sent the flowers. Remember when they show up with an entire truck full you insisted on sending him the info. I'll be sensible. I know we can't send you enough flowers to make it up to you ladies. Hopefully the flowers and some ravishing will be enough. You were particularly ravishing in that picture Lawrence sent me.

Rohan is working hard on keeping things as normal as possible. Today the weather has been so wonderful we will have a barbecue. I've just ordered some clothing and boots for myself and the other boys. Can you believe we ordered cookbooks? I have no idea why he needs cookbooks. Maybe he thinks it's easier to dazzle us with Russian food than it is to learn another language. He's right here. I'm sure he'd love to thank you himself.”

Up at the higher elevation of the cabin it started getting cool pretty quickly once the sun started setting. Soon we were dressed and assessing our options for a barbecue. There was a small charcoal grill on the deck which would be big enough for us. The garage had an attached shed where I kept other barbecues for when there were more than two people staying here. Sometimes I'd allowed employees to visit with their family when they needed a break or wanted to celebrate a special family event. Right now this was perfect for us. On the deck was a wooden chest that kept the charcoal and kindling dry. We decided on some chicken. I quickly whipped up a blend of spices and while the fire got going we let the chicken marinade. I put some potatoes on to boil and gave in to his pleading for baked beans out of a can. He promised not to tell his mom. When I mumbled something about speaking to my housekeeper about the stock of baked beans in the pantry he admitted to being the culprit responsible. They are organic I conceded. Once-in-a-while won't hurt.

“Besides the time you save can now be used to spank me.” Dylan said.

“Not quite yet. Spanking you will lead to sex and then we'll be late with dinner. Okay, a quick, light spanking to banish the chill once we've got the chicken on the grill. Why don't you just get your sweater?”

“Really, Scoundrel. Putting on a sweater isn't nearly as much fun as a spanking.” Dylan said with an exaggerated sigh. “Let's go check on the fire. The sooner it's ready the sooner you can kindle a blaze in my butt.”

“Hold you hand over the flame about six inches above it. That's how hot you want it for grilling meat. Less heat for vegetables or keeping things warm.” I explained. 'You want to use sunflower or safflower oil to coat the grill because they are high heat oils. When the fire has died down a bit you can baste food with olive oil. I'll let you test to see how close you get to it being ready. Where did you put that paddle? I see it. Step towards that railing and drop your pants.”

The railing was sturdy enough to support an adult for a spanking so it didn't creak when I draped him over it. Dylan looked gorgeous with his pants down and hanging over the railing. I started softly with the paddle and gradually increased the force of the blows without taking it past the warm up intensity. After ten minutes I was getting uncomfortable so I popped open my zipper and let my cock out for some cooling air.

“Hold the paddle while I turn the chicken.” I told him thrusting it between his cheeks. “Thank you, you can relax that ass now. A half dozen more warm up and on to a more thorough paddling.”

“What about the spanking leading to sex?” Dylan asked.

“What about it? You look way to cute over that railing already to escape without a quick fucking. Fucking you now will allow me to last longer after dinner. Of course you have a say in the matter. You get to say “Yes” or “immo”.”

“You don't have to be an Einstein to figure out immo means yes in another language. What are you doing slathering my butt in olive oil, Scoundrel? Planning on grilling some rump steaks?”

“Olive oil makes a multipurpose lube in a pinch. Good for the skin and getting under the skin. Once less thing to pack if you're going camping. Now enough prattle or the chicken will be done before the rump.”

Dropping my pants made me realize just how chilly it was getting. Unlike Dylan nobody had given my ass a warm up spanking. The red in his cheeks was visible even in the waning light of dusk. He followed my advice and kept his grip on the slats of the railing. Gently tugging him towards me I lowered his ass a little to get more upward pressure. That ought to do quite nicely.

“What's the hold up back there? Rush hour traffic?” Dylan asked with a grin.

“I'll give you rush hour.” I promised penetrating the confines of his ass.

“Well if you rush we may be done in an hour. Don't mind me though. I'll just dangle here half naked in the breeze for all and sundry to see. Hmm, not bad at all. Do you thing you can hit that spot again? And again? And again? One more time, please.”

“I get the picture.” I growled as I leaned over the railing above him and began to fuck him with a grim determination. “Yes, outdoor sex is hot. Scandalous outdoor sex cannot be beat.”

“Poor scandalous outdoor sex. I'm glad I can be beat. Right now this beat is leading up to a crescendo of cum. I love you Rohan. Keep on a little longer. Wow! Oh yes! Fucking hell that was good. Care to lend a well fucked boy a hand?”

“Some scurvy knave said something about wanting to dangle in the breeze so I thought I'd let him.” I said calmly as I pulled up my pants and checked on our chicken. “That very hot ass of yours needs a licking of a different sort before I set you down.”

Kneeling behind him I run my tongue from the base of his cleft up to his hole. After several passes I declared him clean enough for me to pull his pants up. Then I helped him down from the railing. We shared a few kisses before I let him check the chicken. Dylan was only a few degrees off which was what I wanted. Why? Now you get to notice the difference between how you felt now and how you will feel when it's done. A light jacket would be most welcome thank you. Dylan decided it was a little too cold for outdoor eating. You're right we've never had a meal together while watching TV. I'm so glad I have a big softy for a dad he told me when I suggested we watch the home and garden channel while eating. Thank you for being such an understanding son. Kiss. Barbecue flavored kisses are nice.

Once we'd tidied up we snuggled, naked, under a blanket to watch some more TV. We both ended up taking brief naps but were quite content to stay cuddled on the couch.

“What's your favorite position?” Dylan asked me a couple of hours later.

“This one.” I told him and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“You know what I mean and I don't have far to go to lay my hands on a paddle if a more vigorous interrogation is required, Scoundrel.”

“Strangely enough it is the one where my lover is lying on his side and I hold his leg up while I fuck him. Yes, I am standing just behind him. I was saving it for a special occasion. There are none more special than having a son enter your life. The sooner you get up the sooner I get up some ass. Hop to it! You're not getting any younger.”

“I'm not getting any younger? Am I also getting heavier? There was a time not too long ago I remember being carried up to bed. Scoundrel, only you would dare to get me to pay you five free favors to carry me to bed where you can unleash your pervert side upon my tender, innocent, youthful frame. I think an ass like the one in your hands demands no less than seven free favors. Obviously I misheard you. You did say seven, didn't you? Deal. I will seal it with a kiss or two or three along the way.

Stop right there pervert. I want to savor the sight of the lake. What a beautiful scene to bless an equally touching event.”

There was a full moon and it hung framed in the wall of glass that was opposite the bed. The glass doors slid open to an intimate balcony. Beyond the balcony lay the lake and the rest of the valley stretching endlessly north. The moon was reflected in the minutest detail on the still surface of the lake. A person felt they could reach out over the balcony railing and touch the moon it appeared so huge and so close in the clear mountain air.

“Need I ask?” Dylan asked me.

“No, I had every intention of laying you down just like this.” I answered as I set him gently on the edge of the bed with his head at the foot of the bed. Dylan took the offered pillow and slid it under his upper chest. Taking some lube from the nightstand I pulled him gently onto his left side. My eyes kept darting from the moon outside to the moon my hand was fondling and lubricating.

“Scoundrel, it has come to my attention you are getting to view more moon than poor little er young me.” Dylan said glancing back over his shoulder to stare pointedly at my hand. My fingers were spread out equally over his cheeks while my middle finger awakened and prepared his ass.

“Good karma for putting up with all the harassment from three scurvy knaves.”

“I'd give you a sample of harassment from a scurvy knave just to show you that you haven't seen nothing yet but somebody is doing some very nice things to my tender parts. Moving might disturb him and I don't want it to stop just yet. Perhaps in an hour or two but, oh fuck, definitely not now.”

“Time to cause a disturbance within a moon.” I told him lifting his right leg up. Dylan watched with a smile as my cock moved closer to his tight hole. Then I was pressing against his natural resistance. A little more force and the head of my cock disappeared from sight.

“Oh, sweet light. No, don't stop. What? How? Incredible. What a position to be in.” Dylan was squirming before I had half my cock inside him. He rested his head on the pillow to look at the moon but I could tell he was focused on the sensations in his ass.

This position made it impossible for me to think of teasing him by taking my time sliding into him. I kept on shoving my cock up into him at a steady, smooth pace. Then the realization arose within me that I was fucking my son. Incest. A word heavy with negative emotions. Pregnant with dark, torpid energy. Within that moonlit room there was no space for such dark, stagnant energy to rest. We would never be the same again and neither would our world. Create your reality on what you wish and what you are experiencing I reminded myself. His cute ass in such a pristine setting couldn't portend anything but richness and goodness beyond measure.

I let myself relax into the moment. Here. Now. Fucking. Looking down at his upturned face as he sensed the shift within me. Smiling at each other. Relaxed and comfortable with what we were doing for now. Moment by moment the feelings, sights and sounds grew stronger. Our groans a little louder. The tremor in my leg as my orgasm approached grew a little more noticeable. Gasps becoming curses and pleas for release from the wave descending upon us from within. One last thrust and then I held myself still as I climaxed. Balls to his ass I waited for the cum to stop flowing.

Before I settled on the bed I knelt alongside it for my post-coital feast of his ass. Rolling him on his back towards me revealed a mess of cum that proved the truth of his cries when he unloaded. I licked him clean as he regained his composure. Shower. We must but we'll be quick. A light soaping and a rinse. There were also a few kisses thrown in. Then we settled under the covers in each others arms to marvel a little more at the view. Way too quickly for my liking sleep overcame me.

I've always loved a room with a view north. Waking early I got to watch the sun creep towards the lake. So engrossed was I in the beauty of the morning I never noticed he was awake for several minutes. Dylan managed to get my attention by squeezing my cock and balls. Ouch! Oh, good morning. Kiss. Yes, you can have a quick suck if you let go of my manhood, scurvy knave. Then I want to cuddle with you and watch the sun kiss the lake. Perverts kiss cocks. Suns kiss lakes. You always taste almost as good as you look. Almost? Squeeze. Then he snuggled in close and rested his head on my chest.

Dylan must have been getting hungry because I was starting to feel the need for some food. What say you, scurvy knave, food or fuck? Yes, I had plans for something that doesn't take long to prepare. Would I like to continue your education in special positions? Usually you twist a person's arm. I guess you are right in saying this is more effective. Would you settle for a twist? I may need you to ease me into position. I do believe if your cock is going to be in my ass then there is only one other place for those anal beads to go. Lie on top of me so I can prepare your hole while you prepare mine. Done? Good.

Following my instructions Dylan began to slowly press my legs towards my chest. Very slowly and very gently he inched me into position.

“That's amazing.” Dylan said. “You've folded yourself in half. Can you teach me that trick?”

“I'm not quite as flexible as I used to be but this ought to be good enough.” I told him as I concentrated on relaxing my body even more. Softening everything except for my cock. “Get your sweet meat into my ass. Kiss me, scurvy knave.”

Leaning in to kiss me forced his body closer to mine. My arms were just long enough for me to reach past him and begin slipping the beads into him.

“Scoundrel, I uh love ooh you. Holy crap those feels good.” Dylan said between kisses. “Are you done toying with my ass? May I finally fuck my dad? About fucking time.”

There was no need for me to do much. Keeping a finger through the ring at the end of the beads was all it required to hold them steady. Driving his cock in and out of me pulled his ass down the beads and pushed it back onto them without any assistance from me. The pleasure was so intense he almost slipped out of me on the second thrust. Breathing heavily he gritted his teeth and resolutely set about fucking me.

“Don't think, oh god, I won't remember you smirking at my, fuck yeah, discomfort.” Dylan told me through clenched teeth. “I'll make you pay soon enough.”

“Discomfort? That's pleasure you're feeling, scurvy knave.”

“Way too fucking much. I've had to fight against cumming three times. Working way too hard for my fucking breakfast.”

“Making a meal of my ass are you?” I said.

“No, don't make me laugh. Oh, fuck I knew it!” Dylan's warning was all I needed to hear and as I pulled the beads from his ass as the cum erupted from his cock. “Take it all, Dad! Let me fill your ass. Damn, I'm so fucking lucky. Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry I'm crying.”

“Hush, it's perfectly okay. Your dad's shedding a tear or two as well. Must be something in the air.”

“More like something in the rear.” Dylan said with a sniff. “Don't just lie there, Scoundrel. Make me breakfast. A shower. Really. Can't a lad stay dirty for more than five minutes around you? Silly question isn't it knowing how much you love an excuse to fondle boys. Fondle quickly. Feed me quicker. Hold still for a thank you kiss.”

“What's the catch?” Dylan asked observing me from the breakfast bar. “Those look a lot like a breakfast croissant.”

“That's exactly what they are.” I told him turning the sausage patties.

“You wouldn't dream of serving me a breakfast simply of breakfast croissants. Where's the green veggie stuff?”

“I'll saute the spinach in the skillet when I'm done with the sausage so it'll absorb the flavor. Why don't you come over here and fry us some eggs? Yes it's my way of saying I'd like you closer and to share in preparing our first breakfast as father and son.

How many of these breakfast croissants do you want? Two? I'll make us three each then. A little late to be fattening you up now when I've already eaten you a number of times.”

“Greens taste great cooked in sausage grease.” Dylan complimented me a short while later. “I know I haven't thanked Mom and J for allowing me my surprise but it would have been too much yesterday. Thanking Tracy was all I could manage. Any chance of you cooking us another croissant each while I call her? What do I care about a few extra pounds. You can pound them off me later.

Good morning, Mom. Are we on speaker? Good. Yes, the scoundrel cooked me greens with my breakfast to go with the green smoothie. Somebody will think I'm one of the aliens when I turn green on you guys. I think there's a conflict of interests in giving him a kiss from you for cooking me greens. Well I want him to know it is all from you. Hold on a minute.

Please tell me you are not going to back out at the last minute and tell me not to ride that awesome, stupendously amazing over-the-top gift he gave me? I didn't think you'd be that cruel but it is hard for me to believe you are okay with me on that thing. Yes, it's huge. Rohan assures me I'll be perfectly safe despite the size of the engine. Tracy bought the biggest so Rohan wouldn't have to buy me one when I outgrew this one. I can't thank you properly over the phone so I'll just say a simple thank you to you and J. I promise to call after my first ride. Rohan tried to short change me on breakfast croissants so he is making us another one. Then we'll go riding.”

“I'll push you out on it.” I told Dylan as he buckled his helmet on. “Initially everybody tends to start it was too loudly and the light is better out of the garage. Sink and flow.”

“What about blow and go?”

“Watch where you're going. The blow and go will follow later.”

“Slowly around the parking area a few times.” I told him. “Get a feel for the power between your legs. Nothing's as powerful as sex so you'll be okay. You're doing great. A few more times and I'll hop on mine so you can get the feel for riding with somebody else.”

We changed positions a few times with me leading and then following. I even rode alongside him for a bit. Got it? Good let's go for a ride on the road first. Follow me and hit the horn if you have a question. He assured me everything was beyond okay when we reached the county road. A few yards before the gate to the cabin I pulled to the side.

“This is a pretty easy trail although it has a few steep sections.” I warned him. “So far you are doing great. Use your clutch and stay in low gear. Best to ride the inclines slowly. Lean forward when going up and back when you are going down a steep incline. When you feel you can't stop it from tipping over or on it's side get your foot on the seat or other solid part and kick yourself clear. Cross your arms over your chest and drop your chin. Then relax and enjoy the fall.”

“Got it!” Dylan told me bursting with excitement. “Onwards, Scoundrel.”

We made it safely to the top of the trail where there was a large clearing. I handed him a sandwich and some water. After a few minutes of eating and enjoying the view I asked him if he'd had any problems. Let the clutch out slower and ease back a little on the gas and that will stop the front from rising I told him. Speaking of a rising front get back on your bike. Leave the helmet. Scoot forward so I can slip in behind you. Why do you still have those pants up? Swat! Get over the handle bars.

“Scoundrel, I didn't think lube came with the standard first aid kit. What else do you have in their? Manacles and a small paddle. That's my dad, all right.” Dylan laughed until my finger found its way inside him. Then he started to groan ever so nicely.

Grabbing him by the hips I pulled him back onto my cock. Then lifting my feet onto the floorboards I stood up and pushed him forward over the handlebars.

“What are you doing? I don't have my helmet on.” Dylan said as I started the motor and drove closer to the edge of the clearing. “That's incredible. Pound me!”

The ground dropped away beneath Dylan and the adrenaline rush was still pulsing through him when I started fucking his ass. One new position leads to another I told him as he hung over the handlebars. Wonderful boy to hang out there with his arms reaching bag to grab hold and keep him suspended straight out over the drop. I made certain to have a arm close to him when our orgasms struck but he managed to hold on without help as his cum splattered onto the tank.

“You can settle down a bit by washing the bikes. You'll have no problem finding the stuff you need.” I told him when we made it back to the cabin. “Right now I'm famished and need to get something on the grill. Thought that would change your mind about child labor and how hard done by you are. I'm glad you have a dad to give a hard time about stuff like that.”

“Me too.” Dylan said hugging me. “Thank you. Now got get some food cooking and don't forget..”

“The baked beans.” I finished for him.

“Scram, Scoundrel, a boy needs a little time alone to cry in peace. I'm just so happy.”

“And you call me a softy. Okay I'm going no need to swat my butt!”

Once his clothes were soaked through Dylan had sensibly decided to take them off. He mentioned something about me being unseemly old if I had a clothesline out back. Clotheslines are for clothes as the name implies he stated calmly and not for hanging cute naked scurvy knaves from. The deck railing offers easy access and a man of your years needs to consider ease of access. Soda or iced tea? He brought out a pitcher of iced tea.

“I made two friends while washing the bikes.” Dylan told me handing me a glass of tea.

“Was this before or after you stripped.” I asked with a smile.

“Both. I was busy stripping when they rode up on their bicycles. A brother and sister from the house about a half mile from here. No I didn't scare them away by being naked. They thought it was cool. Maybe their folks are nudists. I hope it's okay to let them in to see the bikes.”

“As long as you are the only one running around naked it is fine.” I assured him. “Were they cute?”

“Yes, they both were. Looks like they spend a lot of time on their bikes which is a perfect way to keep in shape. A very nice shape. How much longer I'm starving?”

Chicken fajitas hot off the grill with corn chips and salsa plus southwestern flavor baked beans. There will be a double portion of vegetables to make up for the lack at lunchtime I assured him. Why me? he asked with a sigh. After the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher he called his mom and J to tell them about his first ride and reassure Sophie he was still in one piece.

“Mom, how could I get hurt with Rohan riding in the front at the same speed he rides me?” Dylan said with a broad smile and a wink. “I was tempted to get off and walk. No he didn't respond to those comments like I'd hoped. I'll pretend he's planning something extra devious for later. That will make me feel better.

This is Rohan we're talking about, Mom. A boy cannot escape his veggies for very long around him. Lunch was a little light on veggies but he insists on doubling up on them with dinner. Please tell him he doesn't have to go to all that trouble. I don't think a kiss will convince him to cut back on the veggies. You're probably right, J, he'll serve them to me no matter what anybody says.

Did you speak to Lawrence? Good. Glad you got the message and he's on board. He's already chatting with 1201 about stuff? You got a copy of the video already. Clever to use the website as a means of transferring it, J. I think I'll fall apart over it and the beast when I see you. Looks like one of my new friends is at the gate. Love you guys.”

Dylan sent his friend a quick text to say he was on his way to let him in and grabbed the control for the gate from the side table. Hans was a cute boy a year or two younger than Dylan I guessed when we were introduced. He was suitably impressed when I greeted him in Dutch and we had a little conversation. Oh, I was just warning him what a corrupting force you can be at times, scurvy knave.

“Corrupting force. More like a disrupting force and speaking of which.” Dylan said then spanked me a brisk three times. “I feel much better.”

“Actually he merely said he was glad to meet me and I was even handsomer than you had told him.” Hans shared.

“The next six are for lying.” Dylan announced and promptly delivered. Then he dissolved into a wriggling, giggling mass of naked boy flesh as I scooped him up for some tickling. “When I'm given a chance to speak I'd like to ask if there is a bicycle on the premises for me to use? Do you mind if I go cycling for an hour or two with Hans? Okay I'll go see if the bike needs assembling. Be right back.”

“Glad the contractor put them together for us.” I said when they returned to say the bicycles looked great. “No, I have a few calls to make and things to see to around the house. You boys go have fun. Do you know about the trail over to the west about a quarter mile past your home, Hans? I think you should try it. Along with the helmet you will also need these.”

“Spoilsport.” Dylan said catching the denim shorts I threw at him. Then the shoes.

“I don't think Hans would like to kiss that butt of yours better any more than I would if you fell off your bike.”

“You never seemed to mind in the past.”

“Cream is one thing. Blood is quite another.” I told him and leaning over the railing I lifted him up for a kiss or three. Then I threw him gently away from me. “Begone, scurvy knave, before I forget we have guests and make a closer inspection of your butt.”

Dylan laughed as he used the momentum of the throw to jog towards the garage. I watched the two of them head down the road before going back inside. My housekeeper assured me the boys were doing great and having a wonderful time in my apartment. Abby had blushed delightfully at lunch because the boys insisted on staying naked. They'd decided clothes have no part to play in a dirty weekend. You might need to replace the PlayStation when you return because the boys are doing their best to see if they can get it to melt. I think it's a couple of seasons out of date so an upgrade would be nice. The boys can take me shopping for a new one next week. I told her Dylan had survived his first ride but he'd want to share the details with her himself. Dylan's out with a new friend on a bicycle ride. My housekeeper told me the boys would be clothed and at church tomorrow. They can give up a few hours of their weekend for church and lunch. The regulars need to enjoy some of your cooking even if it's a frozen meal.

After a brief chat with Tracy I settled down on the couch for a nap. The alarm woke me with enough time to get started on baking an afternoon treat to go with the leftover potato salad and baked beans. Rum flavored chocolate cup cakes with a chocolate cream cheese frosting appealed to me so I decided to treat myself. I noticed Hans had lost his shirt along the way when the boys came hurtling into the cabin. There's a snack for you guys to enjoy if you've cleaned the mountain bike.

“I told you he was a slave driver.” Dylan told Hans. “Yes, it is as good as new. Can we lick the bowl? I'll let you lick me in return. One good licking deserves another they say. They don't? They ought to.”

“When you're done with the potato salad and beans.” I said. “I'll leave it right here for you guys.”

“I didn't know you guys were gardeners.” Hans said noticing the gardening book I'd laid out on the table. “You should speak to my mom. She studied it in Holland.”

“That's a great idea, Hans.” I told him. “There are some extra cup cakes for you to take back to your family.”

“There's no rack on my bicycle.” he told me dejectedly.

“We'll take the four wheelers.” I told them. “The racks are big enough on them and Dylan needs a little more practice.”

Dylan was heading off from the table when I reached out and grabbed him by the arm.

“Where do you think you are headed?” I asked him.

“I need to wash all this frosting off my face before we go or it'll get on the inside of my helmet.” Dylan told me.

“You said one good licking deserves another so hold still while I lick you clean. Cats do it clean their young all the time.”

“Since those cakes were so delicious I guess I'll be your boy pussy.” Dylan said with a wink. “Lick away. Meow!”

Hans decided it looked like much more fun than simply washing so he offered up his face for cleaning. We have a couple of extra helmets so we'll tie your bike on the one rack and the cakes on the other and you can get a ride back with us. Dylan, please grab the gardening book. Hans bravely hopped on behind Dylan and we were off for the short ride.

“Pleased to meet you Sanne and Bram.” I said when Hans introduced us. “We've never met before so I thought I'd bring over a housewarming gift. Sorry it's so late.”

“Sah-na is how you pronounce my name, Dylan,” Sanne told him. “A little tricky at first but you've got it. Let's go inside for tea and cake. I see my son has told you about my love for gardening. You're holding a book that was required reading for me at college.”

“Please, do not apologize for imposing.” Bram assured us. “Sanne can only do so much with our garden and I'd like to spend more time in my workshop. This helps to keep us happier when we are together.”

“This is something I'd like to do with Dylan but if you wouldn't mind helping with advice and showing us how to plant and care for the flowers I'd be most grateful, Sanne.” I said. “The house is north facing. Would you like to come have a look and show us how to get started? I'm glad you approve of the book and we ought to be able to come up with something before we leave on Monday.”

Sanne calmly hopped behind me without any helmet and we rode back with Hans once again behind Dylan. Sanne took us around the property and got Dylan to make sketches and notes on his pad. Obviously shade loving plants there. Bright sunlight there. How much lawn do you want? Minimal maintenance. Some container plants and herbs for the deck.

“A glass of water would be lovely.” Sanne said. “What a nice place you have.”

“Let me show you around.” Dylan said handing her a glass of water. “I chose a few items but most of it was done by his housekeeper and a friend.”

“That's for when he wants to feed me veggies.” Dylan told Hans calmly when Hans picked up the discarded paddle. “A good son is one who helps keep his dad on the right path. Sometimes the old folks forget their way and get lost.”

“Don't even think it.” Sanne told her son with a smile.

Sanne insisted on walking back with her son so Bram would have a little more time in the workshop. She told us we had homework to do. After we exchanged phone numbers we walked them to the gate. Then it was back inside to get on with planning the garden. Dylan decided we ought to work on all the spaces together so it would be a blend of both of us.

I'll bend you I said. Blend. That “l” is very important. You can bend and bed me to your heart's content later. Right now I'm concentrating on getting this done while we have Sanne to help. We complimented each others style perfectly. I'd select a flower intuitively and Dylan would read up about it in the book and online. Sometimes he'd go with my second or third choice just for variety.

We passed a very pleasant couple of hours getting it all done. Once he got his teeth into something it seemed he wouldn't stop until it was done. I wasn't going to complain with him sitting on my lap. Let's take it over to her now Dylan said when we were finally done. Let's give them until tomorrow morning I suggested. Sanne won't need much time to go through our plans and we won't get anything done this weekend. I think a better use of this time would be cooking up some steaks. Corn fritters, butternut squash and rainbow chard to go with the steaks. That's a lot of vegetables. I know. Glad you like them.

“Why don't I drown my sorrows in some ice tea while you cook.” Dylan suggested. “I'll sit her and ogle you to keep my mind off the truckloads of veggies you insist I eat. I definitely think it would help if you were only wearing the apron. You're cooking inside tonight. I'm not freezing my tush ogling you at the grill. Let me help you with those pants.”

Getting my pants off took much longer than anticipated because he decided that since his mouth was in the vicinity of a lovely cock he'd distract himself from his impending doom with a lick or two. You absolutely deserve a sound ball spanking for foisting all that goodness into me. How else can I reward you for being a good dad? We're back to the blend with no “l” again are we? True, I did ask. Later, Scoundrel. Humor me and feed me your cock. Hmmphf!

Needless to say when I was finally clad as he desired I was one happy chef. Let's go for a ride in the morning and stop in to discuss our garden on the way back. After lunch we will take the boat out for a bit. Yes, you get to be the cabin boy. There is no such thing as a well behaved cabin boy. They are all naughty and in need of constant discipline. Laughing I agreed he'd be perfect for the job of cabin boy if frequent discipline was dispensed.

“Done with preparing all that veggie goodness? How long do you let the steaks rest? Ten minutes is perfect.” Dylan told me. “Why don't you come around here and treat yourself to a first course of cream filled nuts? I'm all naked with a boner to blow. I suppose... if you really must.... oh, you insist..... well in that case but only because you insist you can shove a finger up my ass.”

His groin was at the perfect height perched at the edge of the bar stool. I knelt between his wide spread legs and set about eating my treat. Dylan held his trembling legs apart with a hand on each thigh and the effect of him so exposed was an incredible mix of beauty and lewdness. He had to work hard to keep his legs spread when my finger found its target. Dylan issued several threats a lad his age had no business knowing when I probed overly long at one particular spot. I loftily ignored his threats and treated myself to a well deserved load of his cum. No you don't get to rest for five minutes no matter how tasty a piece of meat you are. Grab our plates. Set the table. What have you been doing?

“More a question of who.” Dylan declared reluctantly getting off his perch. “I noticed some lap trays in the pantry and a mere fifty inch TV on the wall so if you are not too deeply attached to eating at the table we could have an encore of last night. Please.”

“One of the other scurvy knaves has been teaching you that special look of his.” I told him before kissing his upturned lips. “Hand me your plate and go get the blanket ready. Set a couple of drinks on the table for us while you're there, please.”

“When somebody asks me how I found the steak I'll say by moving a ton of veggies off it.” Dylan told me looking in horror at his plate. “I suppose some hot apple pie with ice cream and whipped cream will make it easier to digest this mound from the garden.”

“Reassuring to know bribery still works.” I said calmly digging into my dinner.

The ton of veggies disappeared in less than fifteen minutes along with the steak. Why waste time on breathing he responded to my question. When eating eat. When fucking.... I get the picture. Good. Do I get apple pie? Baking. Cruel captain. How long for it to cool? I'll starve. I'm certain there's veggies to nibble on if I cannot wait but a little hunger makes for a better tasting dessert. I am way too good to you. I'll prove it by taking your tray to the kitchen. The timer going off was merely a happy coincidence. I think I can manage getting this glorious pie out of the oven. Timer set. Wine and iced tea in hand. Back to snuggle with my dad. Oops, almost forgot the ice cream needs time to soften. That's better.

“Tell me wise dad of mine what is our policy on alcoholic beverages?” Dylan asked. “A son ought to know so he doesn't get into trouble.”

“A glass or two is quite okay by me. Any time you think you are ready to try more let me know ahead of time and we'll have a drinking session together.”

“Really? So if I'm going to a party on the weekend and think I may want to drink more than two beers you want me to let you know ahead of time. Why?” he asked curiously.

“Because I want you to overindulge with full awareness of what it entails and the impact it will have on you physically and emotionally.” I told him. “I'll let you drink until you pass out and then when you wake I will be waiting with more beer for you to drink. Wine and beer are healthier for you than regular sodas. The sodas you drink with me have no colorants or additives or refined sugars and the herbal iced tea you drink helps negate the minimal bad effects of these sodas.

When you need a six pack of beer ask me. I don't want you getting any other adult in trouble with the law. Right now though I'd rather send you to a party with a twelve pack of healthier sodas and a pitcher of iced tea. There are organic beers and slowly I will introduce you to the different types of beers out there. Sensibly and respectfully is the way to go about this part of your education. I will have failed you if you need to deal with anything life throws your way by getting drunk. Keep the alcohol for the happy times.

Even if you are just slightly tipsy don't drive anything. That includes a bicycle. Yes, it is a guaranteed punishment spanking and most likely a few of them.”

“Will you teach me about wine as well?”

“Yes and the hard liquors when you are a little older. Right now they will be used sparingly as medicine. When you are older you will learn how they make you feel the morning after you overindulge. I can teach you about them for medicine, healing and enjoyment but above all else you know what will guide you best.”

“Being true to myself at all times in all things.” Dylan said. “That is why if I ask you will buy it for me despite the law. You have that much trust in me?”

“Yes, I do. Now see if you can find us a baseball game to watch.”

“In a moment. Let me give you a thank you kiss. I want you to know I find baseball very boring.”

“Most of the time I do as well.”

“Then why are we watching the Saturday night game?”

“Is there anywhere else you'd rather be or anything else you'd rather be doing?”

“Good point. This is perfect exactly as it is. Snuggling naked under the blanket with my dad is perfect. Who knows it may even turn into an exciting game. Don't worry, Dad, if it doesn't I know of some exciting ball game we can play afterward. This batsman is already up.”

After another round of drinks the game entered the final innings. The score was tied and the last batsman was at the plate. There was a man on at first base so a double base hit or better would win the game. My scurvy knave was pretty engrossed in the game and so was I but some opportunities are too good to miss. Reaching over to the drawer in the side table I got hold of some lube and began applying it to him.

“The game will be over soon and I'd like you to be ready.” I told him smoothly but he remained suspicious as he turned to watch the game.

The team was doing its best to aid me in my evil plan. They now had a man on first and third thanks to a misfield. My unwitting accomplice was doing great fouling off pitches and using up a lot of time. By now my finger had been toying with the entrance to his ass for so long Dylan was completely at ease and engrossed in the game. I slid the head off my cock down my finger towards his hole but stopped just before making contact. The batsman had earned a walk so we had the bases loaded and another batsman up. The next delivery was hit out of play. I waited until the pitcher was just about to release the ball before I struck.

“Holy crap! You scared me, Scoundrel.” Dylan cried out as he bucked beneath the blanket.

“Strike one. A beautiful pitch down low.” I said gleefully.

“You can pretty much guarantee strike one through fifteen, Scoundrel. Well is that all you had planned?”

“Hmm, I like this and the game is nicely poised at the moment. Much like me. Do you think you can watch it when I'm doing this to you? You did ask me to reveal more of my plans.”

Gently fucking him I leaned forward to kiss him. Foul ball the commentator said. He's got you pegged, Scoundrel. I'll befoul your ass, scurvy knave, and it is your ass that is pegged. Pitch that cock of yours deep into me. A hit and the game is over the commentator shouted excitedly.

“Not for you it isn't, Scurvy knave.” I announced. “Bend over that table.”

I increased the pace quite a bit now we were freed from the confines of the blanket. My hips slamming against him caused him to bump against the edge of the table. I drove my entire cock into him and then pressed into the round fullness of his soft ass. Drawing back slowly. Slamming forward swiftly. Slowly. Swiftly. When I could no longer tease him with a slow withdrawal I pulled my cock out of him.

Moments later he was lying on his back. Pulling him towards me I get him settled with his ass just past the edge of the table. His legs are resting on the couch behind me. There' no escape but I have no intention of ever escaping from such a prison. How I loved watching the expressions on his face as I fucked him. The moans and groans becoming softer but more intense as his pleasure increased. Reaching under his legs I lifted them up and back towards him. Letting him experience the pleasure of being folded in half as much as his flexibility allowed.

“Oh, Scoundrel, you really do love fucking us boys.” Dylan said between moans and gasps as the new position added a different dimension to the fucking.

“You sound surprised.” I said with a smile and a kiss.

“Oh, gods, that's so good. I mean I can understand an older guy enjoying sex with a kid my age. The tight ass. The teaching. Oh, yes! Again, please. Even the illicitness. Great sex is what most are seeking but you truly look for more. You aren't happy to settle for the sex, are you?”

“Might as well use toys then.” I grunted as his ass clenched and gave my cock a jolt.

“Thank you, for being so wonderful and loving me and fucking filling me with your cum!” Dylan writhed on the table. Three spurts of my cum inside him got him to join me in my orgasm. “Well, my fine pet pervert, you will definitely have to carry me upstairs after that buggering. I'm too well fucked to walk for another hour. I wonder if there's another game... eek!”

A boy butt in hand is worth two at the mall I always say. Throwing him over my shoulder I carried him upstairs. I don't care about the glasses or the blanket. You'll swat take care swat of it swat in the morning swat! A quick shower and then to bed. The excitement of the day and the sex caught up with him the moment his head hit the pillow. I turned off the lamp and when I rolled back he was already asleep.

The next morning we fucked on the balcony with him kneeling on the chair behind me. This is a weekend of indulgence I told him when he commented on the steak I was getting out the fridge for breakfast. Why don't you cut up the potatoes for us? Whatever size you enjoy is fine for me. There are some herbs in a planter box on the deck. Grab whichever look to be in good shape and smell nice. I'll put these on to boil. You can brown then with the herbs in about fifteen minutes. Iced tea would be great. Thank you. Kiss.

This time I picked up the pace a bit on our ride. When we got to the county road I took him up it for about five miles to get used to driving on a different surface and the speed. We returned to the gravel at quite a speed but he heeded my advice to avoid the desire to brake and let the tires find their grip after a couple of gentle bounces. I cut in front of him and slowed the pace down as we neared the trail I had in mind.

“Drink some water.” I told him when he drew up alongside me. “There's an old river bed we will be following for a bit. Mostly rocks and quite a few drops. You'll want a little speed to get you over the edge of any drop without the front dipping. There's plenty of room to land on the first five or six but I want you to see how small a jump you can make. Don't worry if you don't get it this time around. I practiced every day on this for ten days before I felt comfortable.”

“Ten days?” Dylan asked incredulously. “Did you ever fall off?”

“Countless times the first two days. I kept cutting back too much on my speed and if you do that you'll be the rock in the catapult. Trust me. Rather go too fast. There's a path off to the right after the fifth drop. What's your guide in your decision to continue or not?”

“Being true to myself.” Dylan told me.

“I'll go ahead so you can get an idea of the pace. Let me get three seconds ahead of you. Then plan on hitting the edge three seconds behind me. This way you won't get thrown into me.”

Thanks to my warning he made the jumps safely. I waited while he breathed deeply to settle himself. Feet on the ground and ground yourself like Lao told you. When you are ready you lead either ahead or to the right. Your choice. I waited knowing which would be the correct choice for now but also aware of the attraction of the other. After a tense five minute wait he took the trail to the right. Even with his helmet on I could hear his sight of frustration. Smiling I followed. Extremely relieved he had made the right choice. This was not a trail anybody with a day on a bike could manage no matter how talented.

I raced him back up the road to the cabin but instead of dismounting in front of the garage I turned around and headed down to our new friend's home. We'll take you for a ride after we've chatted with your mom I promised the kids. Sanne suggested some changes but mostly because some of the plants we'd chosen were not readily available. Sure we could look for them and if we found them great. Better to be given a back up in case we couldn't track it down and she wasn't with us.

“Scurvy knave, make a list of those exotic plants you chose and the ones Sanne suggested.” I commanded imperiously. “You and the other miscreants can track them down or order the back up plants.”

“Why me?” Dylan asked.

“People trust you more than me not to go overboard in buying stuff. This way I will know you are comfortable with the cost. Besides those were your selections. They are only our selections when we get them right. Credit where credit's due and the blame on you!”

“Did you forget my promise of strikes one through fifteen from last night?”

“No, I trust you to be too honorable to let our banter influence the force of your blows. Yes, Hans, he does wield a mean paddle. He needs to practice now for when he has kids of his own. Parenting can be hard at times. Then there is the embarrassment of getting the plant selections wrong. Woe is me! Ouch!”

“I'll woe you here if you don't stop embarrassing me.” Dylan told me grabbing my ear and pulling me down for a kiss. “Sometimes you have to take the steam out of him when he gets going down the wrong track. Feeling better?”

“Remarkable remedy. I'm feeling just peachy. Who wants to go for a ride?” I asked the startled kids. “Quickly now. We'd love to join you for lunch. I can whip up a dessert for us to enjoy while the kids clean the bikes. No trouble at all. An hour on the bikes and one to get cleaned up. Unfortunately we won't be able to stay long after lunch so if you don't mind us appearing rude we will join you.”

“Great!” Dylan said. “Let's go. We've packed plenty of water with us and a few snacks so we'll be okay until lunchtime.”

Hans hopped on behind me. His sister, Marikie, got up behind Dylan. I smiled but said nothing as we headed out at a sedate pace. Once the parents were out of sight I opened the gas a bit more. This time I took us over some open fields which were deceptive in appearance. The ground looked nice and smooth but there were a number of ruts and divots to test your grip. A few muffled curses from behind me made me smile. Then a rut would quickly wipe the smile from my face.

I never gave him any chance to regain his breath at the end of the first field. Keeping the throttle open I hit the second at a little more speed. The extra speed smoothed out a lot of the bumping. This time I knew the curses from behind were directed at me. Laughing I took us down to the river where I allowed us a brief break for food and water.

“Don't bother getting off.” I said as I dismounted and got out the provisions. “We'll be heading right back up the hill to where we started.”

“We will have a chat about this later.” Dylan promised through his raised visor. “I think I understand the method to your madness but I still don't have to like it. Thank you for packing the snacks and water. I'd have forgotten.”

“Glad you realize that. I'll keep an eye on how long you remember this lesson. Are you kids all right?”

They were doing better than all right they told us. Marikie had a slight blush in her cheeks when I told her to keep a tight hold on Dylan. Then we were off again. The back wheels kicking out every so often gave our passengers an exciting ride. They didn't know enough to understand our forward momentum would pull them back in line without any problem. I think Marikie and Hans were glad when we hit the smooth road to the cabin.

“What's for dessert?” Dylan asked getting the cleaning supplies from the garage.

“Steamed pudding and custard. Something European for our hosts.” I told him grabbing the leftover provisions and water bottles.

“Thank you.” Dylan said kissing me twice on the cheek. “That's one for the ride and one for the dessert.”

Marikie and Hans gave me two kisses each. Then I took great delight in pointing out that Dylan had given her a ride and deserved at least one kiss. Only when she was done did I saunter away with a cry of “That's twenty strikes” ringing out behind me. Laughing I kept walking. The good thing about cooking for Europeans is their relaxed attitude towards alcohol. I had no qualms putting in a little brandy to flavor the pudding. The custard would have to be made just before we ate dessert so I put the ingredients together in a bag and went out to watch the kids while the pudding steamed.

“Go get some clean clothes on.” I told Dylan as I took care of the pudding. “I think you can manage on your own. We don't have time to loiter.”

Sanne had prepared a curried ground beef with raisins, a side of yellow rice and lots of fresh hot vetkoek. Sanne explained they were deep fried pastries that puffed up in the oil and could be served savory with our meals or a little sweeter as a tea time treat. She gave us each one spread with butter and a sprinkle of cinnamon and sugar. Dylan asked how many times he'd have to kiss her before she agreed to teach me how to make them. Sanne laughed and said one would be enough. I'm a married lady who's husband in standing right there. Dylan said he'd be happy to give Bram an equal number of kisses so he wouldn't feel left out. Bram smiled and obligingly took one on the cheek.

“Bram why don't you show Rohan your workshop while we get food on the table.” Dylan suggested. “Here's another vetkoek to take with you. There's something I need to chat with Sanne about without Rohan hearing. Bram, of course I won't steal any kisses while you're gone. At least not from Sanne. The others might not be safe though.”

“That's okay. They need the practice.” Bram said kissing his kids on the way out.

“Papa!” Marikie said blushing.

Bran was a woodworker and we had a great time chatting about his craft. I complimented him on the neatness and organization. Bram said he'd be happy to come look at my shop and offer suggestions. I quickly accepted his offer. Hans came running over to tell us lunch was on the table. Marikie blushed even more when Bram asked why Hans had been sent to call us?Sanne gave him a playful swat on the head. We had a lovely lunch with our friends. Sanne promised Bram would be happy to go along with their plan. Bram told Dylan he'd been married long enough to know he'd be a lot less happy if he didn't.

We only had to rinse the dust off the bikes when we got back so it wasn't long before we were back inside the cabin. Despite being stuffed we had to try one of the vetkoek Sanne had insisted we bring home. A little maple syrup never hurt anything. One led to two just to be certain which led to three because they were just too good to resist.

“We need a workout to make us feel better about ourselves. I'm sorry we won't get in a full sailing lesson.” I told Dylan as we walked to the boat. “The best we can do is go out for a couple of hours.”

“That's okay.” Dylan said squeezing my hand. “We have a reason to come back soon. This has been a great weekend. Have I buttered you up enough to reveal what you have hidden in that towel or do I need to shower you with kisses?”

“You can shower me with kisses on the boat but it won't help you get a peek at what's inside this towel.”

“I feel obliged to try.” Dylan said planting the first kiss as I stepped onto the boat after him. After a few kisses I finally found the willpower to loosen the mooring lines and head out onto the water.

“When I say duck don't hesitate.” I told him earnestly. “Drop to the deck as quickly as you can and lie as flat as you can. That's your sailing lesson for this weekend.”

“Darn. I knew I should have brought a notebook. How will I ever remember all of that?”

“Duck! Not a bad response time.” I told him with a grin as he picked himself up off the deck.

“Why you downright good for.....”

“Yes, I am.” I admitted kissing him deeply as the boat glided out from shore. “Let's head down into the cabin and put on some swimming trunks. There's too many people out for us to go naked. The downside to a long weekend is that everybody comes out to play.”

“Well, only I got to play with you this weekend and it has been unbelievable. Promise we will do this again soon? Time alone, I mean and not necessarily here.”

“I promise that at least once a month we'll enjoy a weekend away together.”

“You were quick to adapt your plans on Friday.” I told him as we lounged on the deck in our swimming trunks.

“Thanks to you I got to make it extra special.” Dylan told me. “I expected to do it alone with you here on Friday night because you were going to fetch me after school. The four hour drive would have brought us here at dinner time. Fortunately I got kidnapped early in the day and was able to have my adoption witnessed. Are you aware of the reaction there will be when we next meet up with Mom?”

“I chose to take you as my son. There's nothing I can't face.”

“Oh, that sounds like a backhanded compliment or a challenge. Can you face this?” Dylan asked and calmly slid his trunks off.

“Face it you ask? Scurvy knave, I see your two of cheeks and raise it!” I declared sipping calmly on my wine.

“Is my pet pervert losing his vision? I think it is quite clear there is very little for you to raise since it is already risen.”

“Ah, I want meant was I would trump and thump those two cheeks. I think it's time to introduce you to a friend of mine. The shy one in the towel.”

Grabbing the scurvy knave by the waist I carried him down the stairs into the cabin. Spinning him around I had him lean forward onto the top step. The boy was just tall enough for his tautly stretched butt to be clear of the steps and walls. Perfect I told myself as I unwrapped the towel and brought out the thin, wispy cane. No hand to excite this time, scurvy knave. This spanking is all bite. Oh, there will be a warm up. A warm up you are unlikely to forget.

“Ouch! That smarts!” Dylan said at the first gentle nip of the cane. Although they were not very forceful there was no way to soften the sharp bite of the cane.

“Strikes one through fifteen I believe you said, scurvy knave.” I told him after the six strokes brought an end to the warm up.

“Those were for you not for me.” Dylan protested mildly.

“Ah but what you said last night was 'you can pretty much guaranteed strikes one through fifteen' and I'd hate to make a liar out of my son so let's settle our guarantee. Count them!”

“I misspoke. You know what I meant.”

“Then let this be a reminder to choose your words wisely. Right now the next fifteen words are going to be numbers.”

“One. Oh, gods that's wonderful. Two! Three! Is your arm tired already? Four. Five. Yeow! You're the best dad ever.”

Welts were forming on the pristine surface of his cheeks when he reached fifteen. Resting limply on the steps he asked if I'd forgotten about the other five. Weren't we up to twenty? Yes we were up to twenty. Trust me I told him slipping two fingers in his ass at double quick time. Feeling the welts against my groin spurred me on. Limp and physically drained he might have been but Dylan was so aroused by the burn in his ass he purred as I fucked him. Rubbing against the welts ensured he didn't need to urge me to go faster or harder.

The boat rocked gently beneath us. I rode him in rhythm to the motion of the boat albeit at a quicker tempo. As much as I was enjoying fucking him I was eager to get to the surprise of the remaining five strokes. The sheer bliss of fucking a well caned ass caught up to me in a very short time. My last three thrusts literally lifted his feet off the floor and onto the lower step. Then I buried my face against his neck as my balls spewed cum into him.

“Stop hogging the limelight.” I told him roughly shoving him behind me. “There's five more strokes to settle up.”

“You mean?” a startled Dylan asked.

“Do you think I'm bent over the stairs right where you were because of an urge to do some Tantric yoga pose? The cane is to your right. I've had all the warm up I need so put some muscle into it. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Nicely done. I can't get up with you hugging me like that.”

“Too bad.” Dylan said as he stayed hunched over me with his arms wrapped tightly around me. “That's sweat you feel dripping onto your back not tears.”

“That's exactly what I was thinking. Thanks for confirming.” I said enjoying the hug and joy that settles in after a good fuck.

We stayed on the water to watch the sun set. Then we headed back to shore. Baked ziti with garlic bread and I know salad. Dylan caught the last of the Sunday night baseball game while I got the food ready. This was our last night of the weekend alone together so we lingered in front of the TV watching nothing in particular. Then I took him upstairs and gave him a long, hard fucking in three different positions. Physically and emotionally spent we staggered into the shower.

“I definitely need to get you alone more often. Holy fuck I am so sore. Thank you, for unleashing the monster.” Dylan told me rubbing his ass.

“Trust me, it was my pleasure.” I told him as I walked towards the shower with grim determination.

Leaning on each other we made it back to bed and collapsed quickly into unconsciousness. I remember thinking how beautiful the moon looked for a moment as my eyelids closed. The feel of my hand touching his butt was the last impression I got of his closeness. Completely at peace with life I slept like a baby.