Date: Thu, 30 Jul 2009 00:47:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mason Campbell <masecam@yahoo.com>
Subject: Alix, Michael and Daddy

"Yeah baby, take daddy's cock, oh fuck yeah," he growls into my ear. He's
not really my daddy, but he's been the best father to me since I came to
live with him last year.

I love this position. He's got his back up against the wall, my arms around
his neck, his hands on my ass. My legs are wrapped around his tummy. He
lifts me and then drops me down onto his cock. He'd catch me before I took
all of it, otherwise it would hurt. I had worked up to about three quarters
of his 9-inch cock. Anymore would have broken me.

If you saw us together you'd probably worry for me. He's a good 8 inches
taller and has a toned body covered in thick muscles with a dusting of
light blonde fur. But he knew my body. He knew what my 16-year-old 5'6,
110lb. frame could handle.

I buried my head into his hard shoulder, inhaling his mixture of sweat and
expensive cologne. He leaned down and bit softly on my ear; my hard
six-inch cock rubbed against his tummy as he lifted and dropped me.

"Fuck me daddy," I whined into his chest, "Mmmmffffckkkk." I was delirious
from the heat waves making their way from my asshole to my head. I felt so
light. I clenched my hole around his cock, which had already stretched me
to my limit.

His thick, round, uncut cockhead kept rubbing against my spot; that single
spot inside me that I can never reach on my own. It kept me rock hard
during the anal assault. It also made me want to bite into his shoulder. He
didn't mind being marked a little.

I don't know why but when he fucks me really hard it makes me want to
bite. Luckily he doesn't mind and I've left a few purple patches on his
chest and shoulder before. I was working up a good one tonight; my tongue,
lips and teeth finding that soft spot just above his nipple, working deep
into his hard pec. It's all I can do to stand the deep sensations his cock
sends into me.

"Oh fuck that hurts," he laughed. But I knew he liked it because he sped up
and drove deeper into me. "Yeah take Daddy's cock. You like that baby?"

"Mmmffff," I agreed with my mouth full of hard nipple. "Fuccckkkk." He
leaned down and kissed the top of my head and then began a little nibble of
his own on my ear.

"Daddy's gonna cum soon, bury his seed inside his baby." He growled.

I was already there, his cock always pushed my cum out and I could feel it
crawling up my shaft as it bumped along his six-pack. A few more thrusts
and I knew I'd be there.

"Can I cum daddy?" I knew better than to finish without permission, though
I had little choice in the matter as my hands were securely around his
neck.

"Oh yeah baby, cum for daddy, cum on daddy's tummy." It was a trigger and
it sent me over the edge as my cock tensed up and began to spray a days
worth of cum, which is a lot for a sixteen-year-old, all over his chest. A
few drops made their way up and hit me in the chin. It was warm from all
the heat we'd generated.

I let loose with a muffled "UHHHHH" into his chest.

It was enough to clench my hole tightly against his shaft and he pressed me
hard into his chest as his body began to release his seed inside me. He was
holding my hips now and piston fucking me fast. His cock vibrated inside me
as I was filled with a warm liquid center.

"UHHHHHH" he growled into my ear, "OHHHH FUCK YEAH BABY!"  He stumbled over
to the bed and fell onto it clutching me to his chest. My back hit the
comforter and he almost crushed me into it but had his elbows out for
support. He laid on top of me for a good minute recovering as we panted
like dogs in a locked car.

Finally he rose off of me and moved down to kiss me, still holding his cock
inside me. I felt a little of his juice run down my cheeks as his tongue
worked its way past my lips.

"So beautiful," he said when he finished the kiss. His deep green eyes
stared down at me with smiling lips. I'd do anything to earn that look. I
knew he was proud of me for taking his cock so deep inside me. We'd been
working on it for awhile.

Daddy rolled over onto his back and pulled me onto his chest, I settled
into his arms and quickly fell asleep.

When I woke up there was a warm spray of water and daddy was holding me up
and sliding a soapy washcloth over my chest.

"Almost clean baby," he said and poured a little shampoo over my blonde
head.

He finished cleaning me and then grabbed two fresh towels out of the closet
and wrapped one around me. I helped him dry me and then went to slide into
a clean blue jock. Daddy usually slept naked so he finished drying off and
then turned out the lights and we snuggled into the bed. I was out before
he reached over for the last lamp, my head against his side. I felt him
move me onto his chest as the night slipped away.

Daddy's alarm always goes off at 5:30am on weekdays. He lifts my head off
his chest and rests it against a pillow and then pulls the covers up over
me. Most days I don't even wake up. He gets out of bed and heads down to
the gym where Michael waits for him, dressed and ready to workout.

They do the same routine, race on the treadmills to see who gets to five
miles the fastest (Daddy usually does it in 45 minutes and Michael in
47). Then they go through weight routines then pushups, situps and a cool
down. Daddy comes back upstairs and wakes me up by 7. We take a shower
together and get dressed.

By the time we make it down to the kitchen, Michael has breakfast ready and
serves us at the breakfast table. He pours Daddy coffee and has a cold
glass of juice for me and then goes and eats at the counter.

It had been this way since Michael moved in with us 3 months ago. Daddy,
the most successful investor in our city, had been his mentor and boy did
he need a mentor! Daddy didn't really like having him here, but with his
business growing he needed someone to take care of the house and run
errands and occasionally pick me up from school. The house was a lot
cleaner and I always had clean and professionally folded clothes so I
didn't complain.

Michael had been begging for it for months. At 29 he wasn't doing much with
his life. He had a good job as an accountant and a nice townhouse down in
the gay district, but he was getting a little chunky, single, without a lot
of friends. He wanted discipline, fitness; a good life. He knew he didn't
have the power to do it on his own. He paid rent every month and kept the
house clean. He cooked the meals and dropped what he was doing at work when
Daddy called him.

He knew his purpose here. He had lost his extra weight and put on
muscles. He was getting rest and sticking to his schedule. His shaved
blonde hair and pale green eyes seemed to shine against his now toned and
tanned hardbody.

Daddy had madeover his life and it was showing. He even got a good
promotion at work which made his rent go up another three hundred a
month. The way he slobbered over every little command Daddy gave him, he
probably would have been happy signing over his check.

It's not like we have a dungeon or anything, we're not S&M kinda
people. But Michael knows that if he lets Daddy down there will be
consequences. He'd suffered them a few times. I wasn't sure what they were,
Daddy kept me out of that stuff. I only knew that when he and Michael were
behind closed doors there wasn't a lot of fun going on back there.

Daddy had a well-run house. That's why my mom had sent me to live with
him. He wasn't my real dad, but I'd never known that guy. He'd grown up
with my mom and was the only person who didn't dismiss her when she ran off
to New Orleans and got pregnant.

He was down there for my birth and even helped pay her medical
expenses. She gave me his last name as a show of gratitude. I'm Alix
Tausen. I didn't see him much growing up but he always sent gifts for my
birthday and Christmas and money when my mom called him.

So last year when mom hooked up with loser boyfriend number 12 and decided
to get married, she figured a fifteen year old gay kid wouldn't fit so well
into the new trailer. David Tausen drove down to pick me up and told me it
had been his idea. I know that wasn't true, but he'd always done his best
to protect me from her. He was the only daddy I knew. Mom signed a few
papers his lawyer had made up and I'd never heard from her since. David
wanted me; he made his life fit me. He was a good daddy.

 In 13 days, I will have been here for a year. But today isn't a happy
day. After Daddy drops me off at school he's going to Dallas for
business. He's traveled before for business but usually scheduled it when I
was off from school. Now he felt Michael could take care of me so he was
going to try us out for a few days. He'd left plenty of instructions, but
we hadn't been apart since the day he picked me up from my mom.

Apart from dreading going home to a house without daddy, it was a regular
school day. Michael even packed an extra apple in my lunch, but I wasn't
feeling hungry. At 4:30 he was waiting for me in front of the school. His
Audi was the first in the pickup line. He must have been waiting for an
hour, but that's how he was trained. He knew I'd mention it to daddy and
that would probably earn him praise.

I didn't usually talk to Michael, but the ten minute drive home needed
conversation and he tried to ask about my day and what I learned and
everything else people who are uncomfortable with kids try to say.

At 16, I'm not exactly a kid. I don't drive or anything but I'm a pretty
normal 16 yr old. I'm a little too short and a lot too skinny to actually
look 16, but I'm smart enough to be number 2 in my class. Number 1 is a
weird asian kid so he really shouldn't count. I think he gets beaten for
any grade less than perfect.

We got home and Michael tried to keep me on my regular schedule.

"Maybe you'd like to do your workout outside today, Alix?"

"Ok," I sighed and got up from the couch. Usually I'd be happy to change
into gym shorts and run. I mostly did it to waste time. Daddy usually
dropped me off at home and then went back to the office for an hour or two.

We ran along the trail that runs behind our cul-de-sac. It went for almost
twelve miles along the bayou with little bridges every mile to criss-cross
it. It was a good way to keep up how many miles you had done. I usually did
two bridges and then turned back. It was about five miles. This would be
ten miles for Michael, but he kept up. He knew better than to leave me
alone. Nothing would happen, our whole neighborhood is super gated but if I
even got a scratch he'd probably end up with a bruise.

By the time I was back and showered, Michael had quickly showered, changed,
and was making dinner. He grilled some tuna and put it on a bed of fresh
spinach leaves. We're super healthy in our house.

I was just settling in to bed for the night, flipping tv channels and
wondering when Daddy would call when Michael knocked on the door. He came
in with a big smile and said someone wanted to say hi to me. He took a
laptop from behind his back and Daddy was there, on webcam. He came over
and set the laptop down on the bed so I could see.

Daddy was shirtless, sitting up on a bed in his hotel room with the
computer in his lap. I started to tear up when I saw him. It hit me how far
away he was.

"Ali, (He's the only one who calls me that, to everyone else I'm Alex)
don't cry baby, daddy will be home soon. How was your day? Is Michael
taking good care of you?"

I told him about my day, making sure to include the special things Michael
did. Hey, he was doing his best and I knew he wanted Daddy to be proud of
him. Though to Michael daddy was "Mr. Tausen."

I looked down at Michael who was standing next to the bed watching the
screen intently. Our eyes met for a second before he lowered them. He never
looked at me directly, but his quick gaze sent a mix of emotions; jealousy
mixed with pride in a job well done.

" What do you have on under those covers?" Daddy asked, now smiling since
I'd calmed down.

I lifted the covers and got up on my knees so he could see the soft gray
jockstrap I had on. It was the one with a little skull and crossbones on
the pouch. He'd picked out a variety of them last time we were down in New
Orleans.

"Oh fuck that's adorable," Daddy grinned and rubbed his hand over the pair
of boxers he had on. Even Michael was looking with a smile.

"Show me the back baby," he said. I turned towards the headboard and bent
down to put my face near the pillow then spread my knees a little to give
him a full view of my hole.

"Oh yeah that's hot. You feel up to playing baby?" Daddy asked.

"Yes sir," I lowered my head to look back between my legs and give him a
smile.

"Mmm I want that hole. That's MY boyhole. See that Michael? You ever see a
hole that nice?"

"No sir, Alix has the best I've seen." Michael said with sincerity.

"You think you've earned the privilege of eating MY boyhole, Michael?"

"No sir, Never sir. I don't deserve such an honor. Alix is worthy of much
better." Michael was licking his lips. He may have wanted the hole before
but now it was a carrot daddy was dangling for him. Had he earned it? Now
he had to have it.

"Well that's true Michael, but you did do a good job today and Alix looks
well cared for." I gave my ass a little wiggle. It hadn't had attention
since the night before.

Daddy laughed but then got serious. "Ok Michael, get naked, I take it you
washed up like I told you to. Your worthless ass better at least be clean
if you're getting near my boy. Ali, go ahead and flip back over and sit
down."

"Y-Y-Yes sir," Michael stammered a little. I think this was the closest
he'd gotten to anything sexual in a long time. He shucked his t-shirt and
then his shorts and stood next to the bed in a small pair of tight blue
boxers. His tight chest was looking so much better since he had been
working out with Daddy. The transformation was amazing. If I didn't know
what a pussy he was I would have thought he looked like a frat guy.

"Ok, get on your stomach on the bed and crawl towards Ali, start working on
those feet, kiss them and taste them, maybe you can work your way up his
legs. If he decides he wants you to then you can work on his hole."

Michael laid flat against the covers and took my right foot in his hand. He
kissed the big toe and tickled it a little against his clenched teeth. I
wiggled a little and smiled. Michael slipped his tongue out and begin to
slowly open his lips, pushing my toe into his mouth. He sucked on it
gently, staring up at me with those green eyes. He was doing his best to
gauge my pleasure, so careful to make it feel pleasing.

"Mmm," I laid my head back against the pillow. He'd hit a special spot on
the bottom of my feet with his chin. He rubbed it slowly, sensing my
pleasure. He could see I was getting aroused so he continued, adding slight
pressure to my feet.

"Ahhh," I started breathing a little heavier. I have a few spots on my body
that get me hard and that was one of them. Michael used his fingers to
massage my foot, putting pressure on all the right spots. I bet daddy
taught him this, it was almost how daddy did it.

"Oh yeah," I heard daddy's voice from the computer and I looked up. He had
his cock out of the fly of his boxers and was slowly working it up. I
wanted that cock. It wasn't fair for him to show it to me when I couldn't
taste it our touch it or feel it inside me. Totally unfair!

Michael began to work his lips up my leg while holding on to my feet and
rubbing them in slow hard circles. He made small kisses up the inside of my
left leg, hitting a few tickle spots. That got a giggle and a "nice" from
computer daddy.

"Work on that spot behind his knees," Daddy said. Michael lifted my leg
slightly and kissed his way around eliciting squirms and protests from
me. Computer daddy laughed, "That's my baby."

Michael smiled up at me. He kissed his way slowly up my thigh, hitting
another spot that made me go, "ahhhh." He knew he was doing a good job and
getting close. I wanted him to eat my hole, but I also felt a little
conflicted. Part of me thought this should be considered cheating. But
Michael was doing everything daddy coached him to do. I knew it would make
daddy happy if I got off. I began to ease up. This was an ok thing to do
and we'd all feel good.

"Ali? Baby?" Daddy's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, "You want Michael
to work on that hole for you?"

I nodded, "Yes sir, please." I looked through the screen and met his
eyes. He was definitely comfortable with this.

"Ok baby, lift those legs up and scooch that butt down so he can get in
there. Michael, you better ask before you do anything." Michael looks up at
me from between my legs. He had a hint of the bad boy he must have been in
his early 20's. He hadn't always been a loser. I'm sure he'd eaten many a
boy's hole. But he knew to show me the highest respect.

"Alix, sir, can I please put my tongue in you?" his voice begged and his
eyes pleaded. He knew that me being happy with him was a way for him to
stay in the house, earn a place here. If I'd wanted him gone Daddy would
have his things out on the lawn in a matter of minutes. He'd probably make
Michael carry them out himself.

"Why? You think you deserve it Michael?" Computer daddy growled from behind
him using that tone that sent shivers through both Michael and me. "You're
a disgusting little asshole and you want to eat MY boyhole? That's no way
to beg for it."

"Please Alix? Please let me eat your hole. I know I could never deserve
it. You're a beautiful and perfect boy Alix, sir, but it would be my honor
to service you." Michael looked at me with pleading eyes that reflected a
dog dying for a treat he would never have.

"Ok, you can try," I said, blushing a little from the feeling of power I
had over him. I wasn't truly comfortable with it but I wanted to make daddy
proud.

"Thank you Alix, sir, thank you," Michael kissed the inside of my thigh,
brushing it with his chin. I shivered a little bit. As low as he was in our
house, Michael was still a big hunk of warm-blooded male and my body
reacted quite well to his touch.

With that I leaned back a little and scooted forward, raising my legs up
and securing them behind my arms. I probably looked like a crab but it put
my hole on display. At 16 I was one limber little fuck.

Michael lowered his head down and softly kissed at my ass. He slipped his
tongue out and began to lap slow circles around it. I laid my head back
against the pillow and began to moan. He was so gentle, so afraid to mess
up. This wasn't going to be sloppy. My pleasure was his only concern. The
tongue swirled around, leaving sensitive shivers in it's wake. I felt my
cock growing, straining against the pouch.

"Get in there and work that hole, he likes it a little rough," Daddy
encouraged Michael. "Yeah, that's it, don't be afraid of it."

I squirmed as Michael sped up his gentle lapping and began to work his
tongue inside of me. I put my hands on the back of his head and pushed him
into it, "ahhhhhhmmmmffffkkkk" I mumbled, delirious with pleasure.

Michael stepped it up a bit and shoved his tongue into me, working it in
slow circles. Fuck it felt amazing. He obviously had some experience in boy
pleasing. My cock was twitching every time his tongue ran over a sensitive
spot.

"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy, squirm on that tongue Ali, squirm for
daddy," computer daddy was wanking his cock faster now, leaning in to get
the best view. I pushed Michael's head deep into me, he didn't object, he
wouldn't.

"Oh fuck that boy pussy, fuck that tongue inside my boy's hole. Yeah, work
that tongue." Computer daddy was getting worked up. I loved how intently he
stared into my eyes through the screen. I squirmed on Michael's tongue as
it finally worked in far enough to find my spot. He was hitting it full on
now, his lips parted, his teeth grazing my hole, reaching as far as he
could, breathing heavy through his nose.

"Oh that pussy's ready to be fucked," computer daddy announced. "You ready
for some cock baby?"

My eyes snapped open with alarm and I looked at the screen quizzically. Was
he really going to have Michael fuck me? I didn't want that. My hole was
his to do with as he pleased but I'd never had another cock in there and it
wasn't something I wanted. I shook my head pleadingly.

"Oh no Ali," daddy laughed, sending my hesitation, "Don't worry baby, that
hole is for me and me alone. I wouldn't put a dirty little bastard prick in
there. But I thought he could help you with your toys... if you want that
baby?"

Michael lifted his head away from my hole and looked back at the computer
screen to make sure Daddy was happy with him. He was panting heavily.

"Yes sir," I smiled, biting my lip, slightly embarrassed by my toy chest
being shown to other people.

"Ok honey, why don't you pick out a toy and Michael can help you with it,"
daddy suggested. I crawled over to the other side of the bed and slid open
the toy drawer. There were three of those "real skin" cocks of different
sizes. I had two plugs and a vibrator along with lots of condoms (to keep
the toys clean) and several kinds of lube (some are better for toys, some
are better for real fucking).

I picked out the medium sized "real skin" and held it up to wait for
daddy's approval.

"No baby, I want you nice and tight when I get back, let's go with the
smaller one." He likes to start with that one since it's about the same
size as my cock, six inches and not very thick.

I handed it to Michael to get ready while I went back to lie on my tummy,
facing the screen. Michael rolled a condom over it and got it lubed up
while I talked to daddy.

"You'll be home the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes baby, hopefully in time to get you from school. If I can finish up
business here I'll head back sooner. I can't wait to hold you."

"Yeah?" I smiled, "For reals?"

"Yes," he laughed, "for reals. You better be ready for me to tear into that
baby bottom."

I laid back against the pillows when Michael had the cock ready. He was
sitting up on his knees holding it, waiting patiently.

"You better be fucking gentle with that hole or I'll find something huge
and unpleasant for your hole when I get home!" Daddy cautioned.

"Yes sir, of course sir! I'd never hurt your boy sir." Michael chirped,
stunned that he'd needed such a harsh warning. He was on my right side as I
put my legs back behind my arms to present my hole.

"Stay on the side of him, I want to watch everything. I'll tell you how he
likes it. Work it in slowly," daddy said and Michael begin to rub the tip
of the cock against my entrance. "That's it, give a little kiss to his
package here. Michael placed his lips against the jock pouch and ran his
lips over my pole.

He pushed the tip in slightly, just a centimeter. It barely parted the
hole. He was going to do this very slowly.  I pushed out on my hole, ready
to embrace it. "Fuck me," I begged.

"Yeah, that's my cock hungry baby, You miss Daddy's cock?"

"Yes sir, please fuck me," I whined, Michael began to push into me, keeping
his lips along the outline of my cock.

"Get his cock out of the pouch, You can suck on him, he never gets that
from me. Maybe he'll like it," daddy suggested. Michael used his teeth to
move the fabric of the jock up and over my cock. It sprang free and stood
straight up at attention.

"Yeah fucker, suck my baby's cock." Daddy encouraged. I looked down and
watched as my cock disappeared completely down his throat.

"OOOHHHHH FUCCCKKKK," I screamed. I'd never felt that before. Daddy rarely
sucked on my cock, that wasn't something daddy's do. He ate my hole all the
time but real daddy's know that a boys pleasure comes from his hole. But
this felt good too.

Michael used the distraction of the sucking to slip the cock inside
me. When I looked down to see his mouth full of my cock, his nose buried in
my shaved pubes I noticed the cock was all the way inside me. I felt the
"real skin" balls push against my ass as the cock was fully inside me.

Michael began to work my cock in alternate to my hole. My cock disappeared
into his mouth as the fake cock pulled out of my ass. Then he shoved the
fake cock back in and came up on my cock. The alternating pleasure of
prostate and cock massage was enough to send me over the edge quickly.

"Uhhhfffuccckkkk, can I come daddy? Please daddy?" I begged and whined, my
hand pushing Michael's head down onto my cock. "Please daddyyyyyyyyy?"

"Oh yeah, you can shoot, shoot in his mouth. Take my boy's seed but don't
swallow it. Take every drop in that cunt mouth," Daddy growled, wanking his
cock furiously while he watched his boy and slutslave working for him.

Michael looked up at me and I began to buck my hips, firing several rounds
of hot boy seed into his mouth. "OoOHhh Fuckkkkk yeah!" I yelled.

"Yeah baby, come for daddy, come in that bitch mouth, use it." Daddy
growled, "Oh daddy's going to come too."

Michael twisted his neck trying to see the screen while holding my spasming
cock in his mouth. He'd probably never seen this before and he was jealous
for Daddy's seed.

"Oohhhh fuck baby, here it comes," Daddy shot a huge wad up onto his chest,
it pooled between his pecs and coated his chest hair.

"Oh fuck yeah," Daddy yelled out, keeping his eyes staring directly into
mine. "Oh that's daddy's boy, good boy." He praised.

"Show me that cum in your mouth Michael, show me what you worked for,"
daddy ordered. Michael pulled off my cock and gently pulled out the fake
cock. He crawled over to the computer and opened his mouth, sticking out
his cum coated tongue.

"Yeah, you liked that Michael?" daddy asked.

Michael nodded his head and tried to say "yes sir" but it came out muffled.

"You going to swallow that load?" daddy asked.

"Yes sir, if you let me," Michael mumbled with a mouth full of cum.

"Ok, you can swallow it, you did a decent job, baby looks happy," daddy
assured.

Michael made a big "gump" sound and then stuck out his now clean
tongue. "Thank you sir, Alix' seed is most delicious sir."

"Good boy," daddy said. It was the best compliment he could give Michael.

"Ok you two get in the shower and then put on pajamas, it's almost Ali's
bedtime." Daddy said. Michael stood up on the floor and offered me his
hand.

"I'll go take a shower and then come back here to tuck Ali in for the
night." Daddy stood up and used his boxers to wipe cum off his chest. "You
better wash these when I get back!"

Michael led me into the bathroom. He'd never used our bathroom. He had the
guest one down the hall that he kept spotless and only used when we weren't
around, otherwise he used the workman's bathroom down in the garage.

Michael went and turned on the shower and then stood there until the
temperature was right. He got in and then invited me in.

"May I wash you Alix?" he asked. I consented and he lathered up the
washcloth and gently ran it over my body, washing away the sweat and
leftover cum from our playtime. I looked down at his hard cock. He hadn't
cum.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked him.

"Oh, I didn't get permission. I didn't want to push it. Mr. Tausen has
never let me do this much. I don't feel right asking for something like
that. When he thinks I've earned it he'll let me."

I gave him a weird look, "Why are you like that?"

Michael hung his head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.
Mr. Tausen doesn't want you exposed to our situation. Please don't tell
him."

"I... I won't. I just think it's weird. You're a pretty cute guy, you've
worked so much on your body, you could go out and get laid pretty easily."

"Thank you Alix," Michael blushed, "But I wouldn't be this way without
control and discipline. I don't want to go back out on my own. Maybe
someday Mr. Tausen will find me an owner who has control and discipline but
also wants me sexually. But Mr. Tausen has you, what more could he want?"

"He's a good daddy," I agreed as Michael began to work the soap into my
armpits and then my ass. He gently worked a soapy finger into me. He was
doing full service cleaning.

"He's an excellent daddy! He loves you so much." Michael knelt down to rub
the washcloth around my nuts, gently massaging them. He took extra care
with my cock and then stood to work shampoo into my hair.

We toweled off and then I slid into a fresh jock, a green camo swimmer's
jock (very thin straps and waistband). By the time I crawled back under the
covers daddy was there and waiting. He was resting on his bed covered in a
thick white robe. Michael had gone to his room for fresh boxers.

"There's my boy. All ready for dreamland?"

"Yes sir." I nodded with a smile. In all truthfulness I was getting very
sleepy.

"Good, I want Michael to stay there and sleep in the bed. I know how hard
it is for you to even nap without a man to sleep on. Do you want him to lay
with you and hold you? You can kick him out if you get annoyed. I don't
know if he snores or anything but he can't be worse than me," Daddy joked.

"Ok," I shrugged. I need a heartbeat to rest my head against, Michael would
do if daddy couldn't be there.

"Good good." Daddy smiled. Michael came back into the room and looked at
us.

"Is there anything else sir?" Michael asked, his hands folded behind his
proud chest.

"Well, Ali doesn't like to sleep alone. Would you like to sleep in my bed
and hold him?" daddy asked.

"I... I... Yes sir! I..." Michael looked like he could have cried
then. "I'd be honored sir."

"Now playtime is over, you don't touch his ass or cock. He likes to put his
head on my chest and have his back rubbed. You will keep it up until he
falls asleep. If he wakes up and wants you gone then you go back to your
bed. Got it?" daddy asked.

"Yes sir, of course sir!" Michael went to turn off the main lights and then
slid into the bed next to me and put his legs under the covers. He laid
back against the pillow on his back and invited me to put my head on his
chest.

His warm arm slid around my back as I snuggled into his chest. Daddy
watched us through the computer.

"Is the alarm set? And all the doors are locked?" Daddy asked.

"Oh yes sir, I made sure to do that when we came back from our run since we
wouldn't need to leave the house again." Michael assured.

"Good, I'll check the alarms from the computer before I get to sleep,"

With that, the night was coming to a close. Only the soft glow of the side
table lamp was on. I stared at daddy from my vantage on Michael's chest.

His heart thumped lightly against my ear. It was very soothing. His hand
made slow intent circles around my back.

"Yeah, sleepy baby," Daddy whispered, "sleeeepy boy."

I blinked a few times and then sleep overcame me.

The alarm went off seven hours later at 5:30. Michael would stick to his
routine. Daddy had obviously given him good instructions because he quickly
silenced it without moving my head. He lifted it gently and placed a pillow
under it.

Before I knew it Michael was back and it was 7:00am. He gently rubbed my
shoulder, afraid to wake me harshly. Daddy usually gave kisses but Michael
wasn't allowed.

"I have your breakfast Alix, Morning sweetness," he tried to sound
fatherly. It was almost funny.

I got cleaned up and dressed for school and then headed down for breakfast.
Michael joined me at the table for the first time. It was weird to see him
sit down.

"I'm supposed to eat with you until Mr. Tausen comes home." He assured me.

I appreciated daddy setting things up to be as normal as possible for me
while he was gone. But I really wanted him home.