Date: Sun, 20 May 2007 03:09:59 -0500 From: mazin campbell Subject: Kaleb's Daddies Chapter 3! Warning: If you're not old enough to read this or if it's illegal to read it where you are, then please don't! My other stories are: Taige and Ryan (under relationships) Lorenzo's Journey (under adult/youth)- it's my favorite. <><@@@@@@@@ Chapter 3 @@@@@@@@@><> Sunday morning Daddy let me sleep in, waking me up by handing me the phone and then closing my door on his way out. "Huh...lo?" I wiped the sleepy from my eyes and pressed the phone to my ear. "I woke you up Kale?" Jake's voice sounded a little nervous and sad. "Umm no, it's ok. I was supposed to wake up earlier. What's up?" "I was wondering if you want to hang out today. I know you came over yesterday so maybe I could come over there? You don't have to. It's just that... I miss you." Jake fumbled over the words. "Awww," I swooned. "That's like really sweet. I miss you too. I don't think we're doing anything today; let me go ask. Ok? Hang on! Don't hang up!" I set the phone down carefully like he was inside it and then dashed downstairs to clear it with the Dads. They were going to be hanging around the house today so said it was ok if he comes over. Jake was there within the hour. I had my room and myself all cleaned up and was eating a bowl of cereal at the kitchen bar when Daddy brought him into the kitchen. "HEY!" I jumped up. "You want some cereal? It's really healthy." "Nah," Jake leaned in and kissed me then licked his lips and said, "Yogurt?" "Yeah, I mix it with cereal because I can't really have milk. It makes me all snotty, er umm ok too much information." "Not too much, just enough," Jake smiled and leaned over the other side of the bar to kiss me again. I finished eating and then he followed me to my bedroom to watch me brush my teeth. "So... what do you want to do? I don't have any video games, but I have cards and um... that's about it." "What do Kaleb's do on Sunday?" Jake held his fist close to my mouth like he was interviewing me. "Usually we go to the park or the zoo or a museum or something. Sometimes we walk down to the little gay village and have brunch or look in all the little stores." I offered, not sure anything in my life would really interest him. Jake sprawled out on my bed and held the leopard we had picked out to his chest. "Maybe we could just uh do something here?" he grinned, petting my bedspread. "I think the Dads would freak about that." "Ok ok, then how about walking down to the little village place?" Jake stood up and took my hand. "Daddy?" I asked, walking into the living room to find the Dads curled up together watching a movie from one of our oversized sofas, "Can we go for a walk? Do a little shopping?" Papi raised his head from Daddy's chest to look at us. "Um, I guess that's ok, be back in a little bit and you better answer your phone or I'm sending out the National Guard. That goes for you too Jake, I have your number." Daddy fished his wallet out of his pocket and raised some money in the air for me to grab. "Yes sir, thank you!" I ran over and took the cash, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and then did the same to Papi. Daddy grabbed me and pulled me down so we were eye to eye. "Be good, k?" Daddy said solemnly. I nodded and then took off. Cedar Springs, a neighborhood in Dallas, is one of the best gay villages in the South. It's walkable, filled with little shops and cafes and clubs, and has much for the eye to see. Even on a Sunday afternoon there's much to do. "You come here a lot?" Jake asked, being obviously new to the scene. "Well, sort of, I kind of grew up here and lots of people know my dads." "Oh," he replied, getting a little shy. He was weird about holding my hand on the street. "No one cares here. It's not like they're going to think we're straight if we don't do it." I urged him. "I know... I just can't." he let go of my hand, but kept me close. I was ok with that, for now. I know it's weird to grow up in the suburbs where you have to hide who you are, but I wasn't raised like that. We got tons of stares, lots of smiles, and a few older guys who raised their eyebrows at us. In the bookstore, I ran into three different guys who knew my dads. "You're Jackson's boy?" Jake seemed a little uncomfortable with the attention. Things got weirder when we sat close to each other at a small table in the juice café. I noticed this guy in a suit sitting a few tables behind Jake. He must have been in his late thirties, but had a pretty good body. He kept staring at us and I thought he was just a perv until he stood up and came over. Jake jumped when he felt the man's hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked uncomfortably at the man and then turned to look at my confused expression. "I haven't heard from you in awhile." The man spoke. "Um, uhh," Jake stared straight at me. "This is Kaleb," he motioned to me. The man offered me his hand and I shook it, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. What the hell was this about? I didn't know the man but was starting to get the picture. "I'll... I'll leave you two alone," the man fumbled, "call me if you need work or... anything" He said "work" like he meant something other than a job. I felt an uncomfortable tightening in my stomach. We just sat there staring at each other. "I... I know him from..." Jake grasped for words. "Church?" I offered. Jake kind of laughed and then got quiet again. "Not exactly... Kaleb... There's nothing going on. I promise. I really like you, Fuck..." Jake looked close to tears. I don't think I looked much different. "So you two like dated?" I asked. "Sort of... I met him at a club and... I was broke and my parents kicked me out for a few weeks when they found out I was gay," Jake was talking a mile a minute. "I want to go home," I interrupted, putting my hands on the arms of the chair and raising up. "No, baby, please don't. I... I..." he sighed, "ok. Can I walk you home?" I nodded. It was an uncomfortable walk home and neither of us really spoke. We got to my door and just kind of stared awkwardly at each other. Then he pulled me into him and kissed me. It was quick and didn't feel right with all the weird emotions behind it. It made him taste bad. He went to his car and left. I made it inside before I started to cry. Was he a prostitute? Did the old guy pay him to do weird stuff? I didn't see him the same. It was really fucked. I leaned against the front door and slid down it, crouching on the floor. "Jackson! Kaleb's crying," I heard a voice say and looked up to see Mike. Daddy ran in behind him and lifted me up into his arms. "What's wrong my baby?" Daddy put my head on his shoulder and held me tightly into him. I was sniffling too much to be able to respond, making him think I had been hurt in some way. "What did Jake do to you? I'll kill him." "No *sniffle* he didn't do anything... I don't know," I raised my head and looked over Daddy's shoulder at Mike who was pacing angrily. Daddy carried me into the living room and sat down on the couch with my planted in his lap. I told him what happened. "Oh Kaleb, you have to understand that not everyone grows up like you do," Daddy said, rubbing his hand up my back. "You never have dealt with parents who don't completely love and accept who you are. It's a really bad experience and different people deal with it in ways that aren't always healthy." I couldn't believe it. Daddy was defending him! He was totally excusing it like it was my fault for not understanding. "Daddy! He did it with an old guy for money, maybe more than one." I pictured Jake standing on a street corner dressed like a hooker. "You deserve better than that Kale," Mike chimed in. "I don't know Mike. I agree with Jackson," Papi said, "When I got kicked out at 17, I slept on an older guy's couch for awhile. He let me stay there just so he could watch me all the time, you're straight Mike, you don't know what it's like." "You want to go lay down for awhile?" Daddy asked me, taking my face into his hands and lifting it up so we were eye to eye. I nodded yes. "Ok," Daddy said, "We'll bring you some water in a minute, ok?" I went upstairs, slipped out of my clothes, found an old t-shirt and laid down, thinking about what to do with Jake. A few minutes later Mike opened my door and brought me a juice box. "Can I come in with you?" Mike asked sheepishly. He looked so cute wearing khaki shorts and a striped shirt buttoned halfway up his chest, exposing a tanned, muscular chest. I nodded and lifted up a side of the covers. Mike slipped off his shoes and crawled in next to me, putting his head on my pillow and picking up leopard. "I'm sorry about last night. I guess I confused you and probably freaked you out a little. I just have been feeling things for a while without knowing what it was. When I saw you with Jake I got so jealous." "You love me?" I stopped him with my question. He nodded, looking at me with nervous eyes. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned in and put my lips to his. His lips opened and his tongue went into my mouth. His hands slid around me and he pulled me into him, kissing me hard. Mike rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I sat up and put my hands to his chest, grinding my butt against his shorts. He smiled up at me with an expectant gaze. I bounced a few times on his package and felt it harden under me. Mike put his arms around me and pulled me down for a kiss. I felt my cock grow in my briefs and rub against his shirt. I grabbed for the buttons and worked my way down his shirt, then opened it, revealing a perfectly chiseled chest and rock hard abs. He had a light dusting of hair across his tanned chest and then a little trail going from his belly button down, disappearing into his shorts. Mike put his hands on my tummy and slid my shirt up and off of me. "You're so cute Kale, you don't even know." "Me? No way, you have the perfect body Mike." Mike leaned up and kissed my nipples, then bit and sucked them gently. I closed my eyes, making little "uhhh" and "mmmm" noises. It felt so good. He was like a mix between Daddy and Jake. Not as big and comforting as Daddy, but young and hot like Jake. Not that Daddy doesn't have a killer body, it's just different with Mike being in his 20s. "I love your little umm what do you call them?" Mike asked, taking his mouth off my nipples. I laughed, "Nipples? I don't know." "Uhh yeah, I... nevermind," Mike blushed and went back to work on my nipples then kissed up my chest and found my lips again. I loved the way he kissed, he was really aggressive with his lips and his tongue and even his teeth as he kind of chewed a little on my lower lip. His hands slipped down to my ass, taking my cheeks in his hand and kneading them powerfully. I went limp and leaned against him, breaking the kiss and putting my chin atop his shoulder. "That feels really good," I whispered. I was rock hard and literally in his hands. He kissed down my neck and began to bite softly on my shoulder, kissing it tenderly. "I want you so bad Kale." He slipped his hands into my briefs, sliding them down to my thighs. I got to my feet, standing up over Mike and slid the briefs down, tossing them across the room and then knelt down to unbutton his shorts. I slid them off and then rubbed my hand across his soft, green flannel boxers. I felt his thick and heavy cock lay to the side. Leaning down I pressed my lips to the middle of his shaft, kissing it softly, up and down. I slid off his boxers and saw my first uncut cock. It was about 8 or 9 inches and covered to the tip with foreskin. I was fascinated by it. "wow," I picked it up and pumped it a few times, eliciting a few gasps from Mike as he bucked his hips, trying to fuck my hand. "You like that?" he asked. I nodded and then leaned over and sucked the tip into my mouth. It tasted different from the other two I had licked. Mike's cock, much like the rest of him, was really clean. He was a very ordered and clean kind of guy. I bobbed up and down on it like I was looking for apples. Mike put his hand on the back of my head and started moving his hips, sending his cock a little further in than I was comfortable with. "Oh fuck you're good Kale." I used my hand to work the shaft since I couldn't fit it all into my mouth. I worked my tongue down his tip and into the foreskin, licking around the head in quick motions. Mike's body tensed and jerked, maybe he hadn't had too many blowjobs. I hadn't either, but something in the gay gene makes us know instinctively how to work it. I tilted my head up to stare at his face. He had his eyes closed and this look of intense concentration. Was he thinking about me? Was this what he did with his girlfriend? "Don't stop Kale, shit that feels so fucking good," Mike begged. I realized I had stopped sucking while thinking about that. I guess he was thinking about me. I went back to work on him, pumping the shaft hard and fast, sliding the foreskin down as far as I could to expose the sensitive head and slurp it up. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna... ahhhhhh uhhhhhhh," Mike started shooting into my throat. I swallowed all that I could but he obviously hadn't cum in awhile because he soon filled my mouth and it started to slide down the shaft. "Oh, IIIII Looovvveee Yooouuu," Mike kept shooting, his body tensing up and shaking while he held my head onto his cock. I didn't mind; I loved the sensation that I could make him totally lose control. He finally calmed down and then went limp, rubbing my hair softly. I sucked the last few drops out of him and then used my tongue to clean the cum off his shaft and balls. His cum tasted a little sweet and was thick. "Mmm baby, you're... woah!" Mike said, reaching down, hooking his hands under my arms and lifting me up to rest on his chest. He held me and closed his eyes, totally spent. I pulled the covers up over us and laid my head against his heartbeat. His massive muscled arms held me tightly like a stuffed animal, his hands rubbed slowly and softly up and down my back. "Fuck you're so hot baby," were the last words I heard before falling asleep on top of him. When I woke up, Mike was snoring lightly. The sun had gone down and the house was quiet except for the soft hum of the air blowing out of the vent overhead. My bedroom was dark except for the moonlight leaking in through the window blinds. I wiggled out of his arms and then went to pee, washed my hands and got dressed. I crept back into the bedroom, pulled the covers up over Mike and then went out to see where everyone was. I found Daddy at his computer in his office. "Hey, there's my baby, did you have a good nap with Mike?" Daddy asked, pulling me into his lap. "Yes sir" "Good, I don't think you should see Jake anymore. I don't care about what he did, but I thought about it and if you're out with him, you could get hurt. You don't know what kind of guy that was that you met. I don't want anything to happen to you." "But..." I didn't know what to say or how I felt about Jake or all that happened this afternoon. I wasn't sure if I could still go out with him, but my natural teen reaction to my father not liking a guy is to defend the guy, whatever I feel about it. "But? Look Kale, you're 15 and I'm your Daddy. I hate to use that card, but I have to draw a line here. I'm giving you lots of freedom these days! I mean, you DO have a naked guy in your bed right now. I'm not even going to ask what happened, but I trust Mike and I know his past. He works for me and you know how I am with employees." I leaned down, pushing my head into Daddy's chest. "Okie Daddy," I said in my best little boy voice. I thought it best to just let him win right now. There wasn't much arguing with him when he got into the Daddy mode. Daddy kissed the top of my head. "Ok, you need to go eat something. You haven't had anything since breakfast and you look like you lost weight this week." Daddy was always worried about me being too skinny and was convinced I had some kind of eating disorder. I decided to go see if Mike was hungry. He looked so hot sleeping there naked with my little bedspread pulled halfway up his body. I hated to wake him, but he was hungry and followed me down to the kitchen after finding his clothes. I made Mike a big sandwich and then some salad, and then got a bowl of salad for myself. We sat at the bar eating and just talking like we used to before things all went weird. I still felt like he was my big brother. He'd always been like a brother to me, a nice brother, not one of those mean brothers. After dinner Mike decided he should probably go home before Daddy kicked him out. We kissed goodnight on the front porch for awhile before he got into his car and drove off. I was about to go back inside when something caught my eye. Jake was sitting in his car in front of the house. Our eyes met and I froze, feeling really scared. Jake got out of his car and walked towards me. "Jake... I... uhh..." I began. His eyes didn't look angry, he just kept walking towards me, got right up to me and took me into his arms. He put his lips to mine and kissed me. "Baby," he said when we finished, "It's ok, I'm... I'm sorry I hurt you." He looked down at me. "Just tell me you still want to talk to me... please. I need you." "Jake... I... Did you sleep with that guy for money?" "Sort of, he gave me a place to stay. I was confused and didn't know what to do. I..." "Did you do that with other guys? Do you still do it?" I interrupted. "Kale, you... you don't know what it's like! Fuck! You live in a gay bubble, perfect little world." Jake rubbed his hands up and down my arms and then let go and backed up a few steps, his eyes filling up with tears. We stood there like that, in silence, for a while. I didn't know what to say to him. Then the porch light came on and Daddy and Papi stepped out through the front door. "It's getting late Jake, you better head home. I'm sure your parents are worried. Jake was sniffling; he nodded his head, then backed away from me a few more steps. "My parents only let me stay there when they're out of town. I usually stay with friends. I guess I'm not welcome here anymore." "You're always welcome here Jake," Daddy said, stepping forward. "I don't know about dating Kaleb, but if you ever need a place to stay or a job, you can come here or call or anything. No strings attached." Daddy reached for me and drew me to him. "We mean it," Papi said, "Trust me, I've been there and I wish I had someone like us who was there for me. Come here." Papi went to Jake and gave him a hug. Jake started to cry on his shoulder. Papi hugged him tightly. "Let's go inside," Daddy said, "Kale needs to get to bed soon anyways." We went in and sat on the couch; me in Daddy's lap and Jake sidled up to Papi. He told us the whole story. His parents would let him come home sometimes and then hear some church friend condemning them and kick him out again. He went from friend to "friend" sleeping and showering where he could, his parents gave him money out of guilt. I was so completely shocked and angry that this could happen in America. Papi got the extra bedroom made up for Jake and he slept in there. When Daddy came in to say goodnight, I asked if I could sleep in with them. He said that would be a good idea. I hugged him really tight and told him thanks. "Thanks for what?" "Just cuz..." I said, "Just cuz"